#maybe share your headcanons of suffering from hot weather

[justcallmealt]

Sinners dying from the heat thread:

Yi Sang: outside nothing changed, inside more dead then usual

Faust: she knows all outcomes, so she was ready and not dying

Don Quixote: tried to fight the sun Yoh Asakura style. Lost.

Ryōshū: not the worst heat stroke she felt (I'm sorry)

Meursault: keep in the shadow for the safety reasons

Hong Lu: eating the last ice cream

Heathcliff: got sun stroke. Very bad one

Ishmael: having some icy cold water

Rodion: Melting ice cream state (same here)

Sinclair: don't ask, now he's feeling much better then 10 seconds ago

Outis: pretty good in full uniform. Nobody surprised

Gregor: surprisingly, pretty good and doesn't feel any discomfort

Picture (meme) for the attention:

Sorry, that's me rn

[silverflqmes]

Any HCs for Sephiroth with an s/o that's afraid of thunder? 👀💖

໒⦂ 𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀 𝐇𝐂𝐒.

notes. hi hi, i did my best to compile some headcanons, personally i think sephiroth might also be scared himself, so a little comfort will go his way too :’)

genre. hurt + comfort

sephiroth x gn!reader.

⌗ the fear of thunder and lightning, otherwise known as astraphobia, is commonly shared among most and completely understandable to sephiroth whenever you find it in yourself to tell him.. unless you give yourself away on accident.

⌗ i feel that due to his enhanced senses and of all the bullshit hojo put him through, he might have developed a sensitivity to loud noises and flashes — but he has learnt to grit his teeth and bear it.

⌗ on some nights it can be a little harder for him, but he feels at ease if you are around and does his best to protect you since you are suffering from the same — if not, worse.

⌗ if you take it upon yourself to speak up about your fear, rest assured, it’s a judgment free zone. sephiroth neither has the place to judge, nor does he shun you for it because he understands it well and wishes to do all that he can to help you through your fear.

⌗ if you have difficulty telling him, trust me with how observant he is, he’s likely to put the pieces together pretty easily. but even still, he will wait until you are ready to tell him.

⌗ but if a thunderstorm comes and you have failed to do, he will take matters into his own hands and at the minute he catches wind of your discomfort.

⌗ it could be a flinch, the tiniest whimper, you ducking to cover your ears or a haphazard excuse to leave the room — but sephiroth will know.

⌗ he would give you a moment if you left the room, but when he doesn’t see you return, he will approach and either join you wherever you are hiding, no matter how small the space is ( this man will cram himself in there like a cat don’t underestimate him ), or pull you into his hold for you to hide in his chest while he soothes your shaking body with his touch.

⌗ from the day he discovered your fear, he would regularly check the weather, making sure to be home whenever a thunderstorm would take place to comfort you through it.

⌗ if he’s away or cannot be home on time from either a mission or meeting, he’s got you on speed dial and keeps you on call for however long you need.

⌗ if he cannot call you at all because fuck shinra sometimes ( all the time ), he took it upon himself to buy you one of those weighted anxiety plushies — or even a normal plush for you to cuddle to feel safe. personally i’m uh.. thinking a gray kitty with cerulean colored eyes to remind you of him :’) so that you feel like he’s still there in a sense.

⌗ another thing is maybe audio recordings of him ( probably just random stuff about his day and sweet nothings ) for you to listen to if you need to hear his voice in the case again, that he cannot be there or phone you.

⌗ throughout a thunderstorm, he would do his best to take your mind off it and make it a little more bearable if at all possible.

⌗ me personally, i like rain but i’m no good with thunderstorms that come with strong winds — the sounds give me a bit of ptsd, especially if i’m on my own. but i try to do things to take my mind off it, which i will list through sephiroth<3

⌗ thunder is a sound which can be solved by playing something over it. whether it’s a show, movie or music, even conversation — you bet your boyfriend is providing whatever he can to mask the unpleasant noises outside.

⌗ rainy days can be nice to get all bundled up in blankets with tea, hot coco or coffee — any warm beverage that you personally enjoy, and sephiroth is willing to use that as a way of making the storm a little easier to handle. pairing the experience with a good book or poetry is also nice — certainly if he offers to read to you. goodness his voice is so nice..

⌗ furthermore he has the curtains pulled in your shared apartment if you find it easier not to see what’s happening outside and he takes it upon himself to make homemade soup for dinner<3

⌗ when the storm drags into the evening, he takes you into his arms and holds you as tight as he possibly can, shielding you from the world beyond his windows.

⌗ even as you tremble and tears prickle at the corners of your eyes, you can hear sephiroth humming, the gentle and steady pitter patter of his heartbeat as he smooths a hand down your back. gradually, it relaxes you and your eyes begin to get heavy.

⌗ you hold on tight to your beloved, allowing his protective hold to envelope you wholly as you at last give into sleep, aware that he would keep you safe throughout the evening and remainder of the thunderstorm.

⌗ bonus for sephiroth.. on the rare occasions that his own fear gets the better of him, you do your best to muster whatever courage you can throw together and hold him closely.

⌗ you card your fingers through his silky hair, allowing him to bury his face in either your neck, shoulder, chest — wherever he feels most comfortable — as you rub his back as tenderly as possible, vowing to be there through the very end as he has with your moments of fear.

notes. i may have gotten a little too detailed and indulged a little more than i should have.. but i’m hoping it’s to your likings, tysm for requesting again<3

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[tangledinmdzs]

i still wanna be your favorite - yi city mdzs characters

best friend/good friends headcanons with the yi city arch characters, because everyone needs love (written following inspiration from the yi city arch)

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Xiao Xingchen

you’ve been using your dwindling spiritual energy for days now

running from the havoc of your old, demolished sector

keeping yourself awake enough despite the blood that was dripping down your wound

pushing away any and all thoughts of the losses that you had suffered

even though many days have passed since the attack on your sector

it still feels as if it had happened yesterday

after the thousandth step that you take, you end up slumping down at the bark of a tree off the side of the road you’re taking

you’re too far from the town that you had left to go back

and in the yawning distance before you, you don’t see any other town close enough for you to walk to

you sigh to yourself as you look up at the high mid-day sun

your skin is hot

there’s iron in your mouth, on your clothes, all around you

between everything that had went on your barely remember if it’s your blood or the blood of your comrades or your enemies

everything seems hopeless, now that you were to die in a sad, lonesome way

you shock yourself with the dark thought of

perhaps you should have just died protecting your sect

instead of running away

a tear rolls down your cheek just as your spiritual energy runs out

all the pain of the past few days wash over you like a wave

you’re pulled under 

by the aching in your bones

the gentle warmth of your blood flowing past your fingertips at your last physical attempt at saving yourself

and the notion of regret, intensifying all that your adrenaline had kept at bay these last few days 

you cry, but they are silent tears rolling down your cheeks

you don’t even have the energy to cry any harder

and as your consciousness fades into the background, you barely have enough energy to focus on the sounds of footsteps that approach

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you wake up

you honestly didn’t think that you would

but you’re startled at the sight that you open your eyes to

there’s a man before you

you want to move back, but your first attempt makes a groan break past your lips

the sound you make causes the man before you to turn around 

and then you realize that he is blind

“please don’t move too much; you’ll loosen the bandages on your wound” the man’s gentle, deep voice tells you

you calm your breath, feeling less insecure about the indecent state that you are in, considering that he can’t see you anyways

“i’ll fetch some porridge for you,” you hear him announce before he leaves

from that moment, you feel the debt that you owe to him

for saving your life

for giving more than he had

maybe there was something akin to luck, for you to have met him so

when he returns with the bowl, he helps you sit up and feeds you 

his gentleness is something that you are not used to, and it brings tears to your eyes, after days of sadness and grief

and even though he can’t see, the man in front of you is still incredibly attentive

he stalls the spoonful of porridge when he hears the deep breath that you take in the face of your silent tears

outside the night is dark, and before you finish your food he suggests one thing

“stay as long as you would like, to rest and regain your strength”

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A-Qing

you become a staple in A-Qing’s and Xiao Xingchen’s life after your rescue

and at first, she had you fooled well by her fake blindness

but after a month you realize that she can actually see

if the way her eyes seem to skirt away whenever you look at her is anything to go by

but you don’t tell her that you know

or force her to tell you

everyone had their reasons for doing what they needed to do

she’s still a witty and energetic girl nonetheless

and you grow fond of her quickly

between the three of you, less people are able to swindle Xiao Xingchen/take advantage of his blindness 

his kindness

because there is one person that is known to be seeing and two that can actually see

the three of you form your little family, because although Xiao Xingchen can do many things, there were also other things that his blindness limited him

you end up thatching the roof and doing other nitty gritty things once your wound heals up particularly well

and with more people, there was more ways to share the work

Xiao Xingchen also feels less antsy when you accompany A-Qing to the market or other places

A-Qing finds a solace in you that’s different from Xiao Xingchen

where the Taoist monk was gentle and calm, like the breeze

you were like the heat of the sun, 

hard, bright

but ultimately needed

after you had spent half a year with them, A-Qing wonders how she and the Taoist monk had survived as long as they did without you

and when the little girl sees how Xiao Xingchen’s lips ease into a smile at the sound of your voice, she feels warmth for you too

A-Qing’s never had a mother,

or a family

but nights in the coffin home are warmer now when your soft voice is there to lull her into sleep

you don’t sing much, not really

but that had been one of the many techniques of your sector

before the incident had happened

but it’s hard to forget all you’ve learned 

and you hum a soft tune into the night when the home that you share is a little too quiet

and sometimes, before your deep late night talks with Xiao Xingchen by the fire, A-Qing joins as well

because she is an eager child

and you can’t deny her company anyways

you’ve grown used to the way that the child lays down in your lap

and how you simply throw your cape over her curled up form out of habit

and the way your hand soothes the child’s shoulders in tandem to the melody you begin

you sing a song,

it’s not really a song as much as it is just an exercise for voice cultivation

but it is nice and soft

and with each rise and fall of your voice, A-Qing imagines that perhaps, her mother would have sounded just like this

it takes only a few quick minutes for A-Qing to drift off to sleep, and another quiet minutes after for you to finish

you know the child is asleep by the soft snores that you in your lap, but you look down anyways

A-Qing’s face is cherubic when she isn’t too busy trouble-making,

“the night is cold, i’ll put the child to bed” you tell Xiao Xingchen across the fire, 

“hmm...” 

you nod at Xiao Xingchen’s hum and gather the child in your arms to put her in her room

Xiao Xingchen waits for you by the fire, as he has grown used to

you return as he expects

and when the night grows quiet again, Xiao Xingchen closes his eyes behind his eye covering and truly listens

reminisces

your voice

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Xue Yang

you realize that Xiao Xingchen seems to have a knack for finding people in precarious situations

you’re walking along with A-Qing and the monk on one of the off roads back to town when you find him

he’s laying face down on the grass

at first sight, you had thought it too be a mere body and try to shield the child away from it

but you catch sight of the slightest rise, like a struggling breath from the back

“blood,” Xiao Xingchen comments, and you immediately tell him of the body that you see and the distance between you both 

between the three of you, you’re able to bring him back to your little coffin home just as night fall is approaching

as you and Xiao Xingchen tend to the man’s wounds, you realize that this is probably how you had looked, when Xiao Xingchen had rescued you...a year (maybe a bit more) ago

the man awakens in the midst of his wrapping and has a similar reaction to when you had first awoken, but you’re quick to explain yourself and Xiao Xingchen

“it’s okay, we’re helping you. please don’t move too much” you say quickly, as you look down at the way the bandage is already reddening from the quick movement that he had tried to do

there’s a muted sort of reaction from the man that neither you nor A-Qing quite understand 

you think that’s from the pain of his injury

it’s not

a month under yours and Xiao Xingchen’s care Xue Yang is doing much better, though he doesn’t speak much

although you don’t think much about it, A-Qing off the bat does not like him

“he’s mean to me,” A-Qing had told you while you walked with her to the market

she clung onto your arm as she walked, stick switching back and forth for people to see

the child truly got better at being blind day by day

“perhaps, his injuries make him feel unwell,” because you like to give people the benefit of the doubt

A-Qing huffs

it is not good to judge people, if Xiao Xingchen has taught you anything at all in his care, being with him

but then, the night hunt happens

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you don’t usually follow Xiao Xingchen on his nighthunts

because you hadn’t used your sword in a while

also because he didn’t ever allow you to

but when you catch Xue Yang’s request to join Xingchen one night, long after everyone had retired to bed, you can’t help but invite yourself along

you hadn’t ever thought that Xingchen would agree

but well,

he had

and so even though the weather tonight was colder and outside seemed darker

you thought that maybe it’d be good for you to come as an extra hand

they might need your help, if neither of them ever directly asked for it

sometimes you regret that you had even followed them anyways

because if you didn’t come along

you wouldn’t have seen the extent with which Xiao Xingchen was tricked

and how evil, truly evil, Xue Yang was

you hold back your own shocked gasp, hidden in the bushes as you watch

it was a tortuous deed that Xue Yang and Xiao Xingchen (unknowingly) participated in

though you muffle your ragged breathing, you couldn’t help but cry at the way the old farmers were begging and moaning, clinging to the edge soft Xiao Xingchen’s robes as the empty holes of their mouths gaped at him

only for Xingchen to slice them dead with a clean cut of his sword

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Song Lan

the months add up, and some days,

you think to yourself, of a way to rid Xue Yang that would protect everyone, 

because the man that was currently living in your coffin home was no ordinary cultivator

perhaps he was a murder

but whatever his background,

he would not be kind

you’re out on the day’s errand, mindlessly going about the market when you bump into someone 

he is a tall man, reminds you so much of Xingchen 

yet somehow different

you both stare at each other, 

unbeknownst to the fate that you both would meet with one another

 death

it was quick,

it was a shock

but you suppose it was worth it

you didn’t think that this man would talk to A-Qing,

nor that the child would leave the man back to the Coffin Home

you didn’t think that the man would know the stranger of your home, now named Xue Yang in your mind or Xiao XIngchen as well as he did

and when the fight breaks out among everyone, 

in between the dirty tricks that Xue Yang plays

you step in front of A-Qing to shield her from a sword that is thrown her way

and it’s a quick, easy way to go,

you’ve never been a strong cultivator anyways

you’re just sorry that you had to add more pain to the child’s life

you close your eyes to the tears and wails of A-Qing, peaceful at the very least

that she is alright

[dholwrites]

Sleeping Headcanon

Aymeric

He sleeps on his back, he’s a light sleeper. The slightest of moment would cause him to go high alert, even more now with the position he is in. He would work himself to the point of falling asleep in bed, but Lucia has been ensuring that he stops after catching him for the fifth time. He’s not a solid sleeper, the nightmare of his time in the Vault still haunts him and they pick at his mind when he tries to rest. Your presence near him does sooth them away, assuring him that things will turn out well. Often you wake up with him reaching to you.

The nightmares had turned for the worst. It shows him images of his supporters, his friends, even you being captured by the Heavenswards. Every single time he force back a cry of your name as he bolts up from the bed, sweat gathering as he heaves deep long breaths to calm down. The image of your eyes losing their light burn into the back of his mind. His eyes dart around the room, the sound of his own heart bumping in his ears. Aymeric squeeze his eyes shut and lay back down onto the pillows. He turns to his side to watch your silhouette, the slow rise and fall of your chest. He reaches out to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and sliding you from your side right next to him. He brings up your hand to press light kisses along your fingers, before pressing a last one on your shoulder. He thanks Halone in his mind for allowing his nightmares to be a simply what it is, a dream.

Thancred

He sleeps on his stomach, hands tucked under the pillow. His face is turned to the side luckily so you don’t have to worry about him accidentally suffocating himself. There’s a relaxed, happy look on his face that makes you sometimes forget that he has his hands wrapped around his knives. Thancred keeps to himself, even with you in bed with him, there’s a respectable distance between the both of you with his back facing you.

It’s established that he often forgets to take care of himself, he starts to take up more tasks when he feels guilty about something. Which means less sleep and more running around until he finally lets it out. He’s been distant since you found him in the forest. You and the others have joked about his lack of dress to try and brighten things up. His responses are only gives a laugh that even a deaf man can tell is fake. You can tell he has been stressed. He repeats his behavior before he fell into the grasp of the Ascians. Distancing himself and venturing off on his own. You and the rest of the Scions had to corner him and lock him into a room for several days to make sure that he gets proper rest. Sometimes it would be with you or Y’shtola in room with him to make sure that he stays in bed. With Alphinaud and Tataru outside bringing food and water to keep him well-fed.

Estinien

It took you a long time and wondering if he sleeps at all sometimes. It wasn’t until Aymeric called him out for falling asleep in his office again that you discover one of his secrets. He could sleep standing up in full gear, he could lean against a wall and doze off on a nap. With the mask, it’s impossible to tell if he’s up and pay attention or he’s taking another nap again. You’ve attempted to find out is often boiled down to staring at him for as long as possible, but you always leave empty handed. Silent sleeper, no one other than Aymeric has discovered him sleeping. Aymeric however have mentioned that there have been signs of him suffering from the lack of sleep since you have brought him back.

You finally caught him once at Tailfeather, hiding on the side of the stairs that is vacant of people. He’s been there for well over two hours since you first saw him and came back from visiting the hot spring. After experiencing one of his ‘hugs’ you’re sure that he’ll be fine to be out in the weather. You double check to make sure that no one is looking before sneaking up to the unmoving figure. He has his shoulder pressed up against the wall, arms crossed across his chest. Looking normal to anyone who only gives him a glance. Once you’re within an arm’s reach, you slow your pace, stopping every step to make sure that he hasn’t moved an inch. Once you’re close enough to him to feel the heat of his body, you let out a long breath of relief. Standing there, you become aware of how it has become, the warmth of the hot springs was starting to wear off. The wind has picked up bringing in dark clouds as a sign of an incoming storm. Leaning in, you press your lips at the warm skin below the mask, a few inches away from the decorative curves. You quickly back out as fast as you can backwards, prepared to act as if you discovered him in the chance that he will wake up. After confirming that he hasn’t woken up yet, you continue your path back to Ul’dah. You were happy that he was at least getting some rest even if it’s in the front lines of a storm. A quiet moment pass after you disappear into the aetheral stream. Estinien reach up the touch the place where you have kiss,

“Damn Warrior of Light”

Hien

He’s does stretches before going to bed, especially after an active day of training soldiers and watching over parts of Doma being rebuilt. He’s a still but loud sleeper, Gotetsu often jokes that he sleeps like a rock but snores like wild tigers. Anyone within the same vicinity can hear him, making it wildly believed by Doman people that he is only in deep sleep when he is snoring. He has made attempts to remedy the snore, some attempts were to sleep on his side but he would naturally fall back on his back after a short amount of time.

You experienced it first hand after you managed to persuade him to come back to Doma. You and the others had asked to participate in the Naadam, only for you to be alerted that you must go through the Bardam’s Mettle to become warrior of the Steppe. Everyone has retired into a tent that the people was gracious enough to provide a bit away from the tribe itself. Lyse has invited everyone to have a meal around the fire before retiring. After a long chat under the stars and swapping stories, the fire was put out and everyone shuffle inside to get some much-needed rest. You’ve been staring at the ceiling of the tent for who knows how long now. Another rack of snore bore through your ears and drowns out any hope of getting any good sleep. Would it be wise to run the trial with no sleep at all? Probably not. But Hien sure thinks it would be a good idea. With the snore seemingly shaking the tent, it dawns on you that this maybe why Gotetsu picked the farthest bed away from Hien as possible. As the snoring echoes in your ear drums, you silently wonder what kind of torture you have accidentally put yourself through.

Cid

For the love of Twelve, save this man. He’ll fall asleep anywhere, and will snore like a truck when he gets deep into it. One time you found him under one of the magiteck taking a nap in the middle of fixing it. Another time sitting on top of a newer model of the windcutter just barely slipping off the wing. Not to mention that time where he fell asleep inches away from his bed.

Wedge, Biggs, and yourself have attempted to get Cid on a regular sleeping schedule. One that doesn’t involve him drinking a dangerous amount of coffee and sleeping near explosive agents. Wedge and Bigg’s plan is that they would ban him from working further on any of his projects after a certain hour, hopefully forcing him to sleep at a decent hour. They’ve asked for your help to persuade him, to force him out of the room and help him relax once he makes it back into his room. Which is why you are currently in his room bribing him with your specially made, home grown coffee beans. The offending look on his face when you reveal what you were hiding behind your back.

“You’re planning to bribe me with coffee? I-”

The light scent of the caffeine cause him to freeze. He cast a longing look at the bag you have in your hand, before turning to you with the saddest pleading puppy eyes that he could muster. With a shake of your head, he lets out a grumble before shuffling around his room, preparing for bed. He realized as he drifts to sleep in the warmth of his bed that he greatly looks forward to a new day. A day where he can share coffee with you in the morning.

G’raha Tia

Sleeps on his side, curled up in bed. He’s used to fall asleep sitting with a book in hand, occasionally you would find him sleeping on high points of the Syrcus Tower with a book in hand. More often than not you’re the one sent to wake him up since you seem to know what high place he ends up when he is trying to get a better look at the amount of detail of the tower. Outside of the tower, he likes a nice shady spot in the midday sun where he can read and sleep to the rustling of wind and the text in his hand.

Sometimes he closes his eyes and the nightmares doesn’t haunt him. He could picture out things perfectly, differently. Him with a book in hand, sitting on a shady porch with the sound of wind and sea crashing in the distance. Your head would be on one of his thighs with a book on your own, and showing signs of fallen asleep. You insist that you won’t, giving him a pout and insist that you want to spend as much time as possible with him. With a smile, he starts to stroke your hand with his free hand and start to hum. You smile up at him, as he leans down and whisper “I lo-” You jolt awake, quickly looking around to see who was calling your name. Cid was waving at you from a distance. You slowly get up from your resting spot, stretching out your limbs for leaning again cold metal for so long. Before you hurry out, you turn to the large metal gates and give it a nod. Perhaps one day in the future, you’ll have the time to tell you your dreams instead.

Alphinaud

He’s clingy as hell with a surprisingly good death grip on you in his sleep. To make it worst, he will always be the first to fall asleep. Which means if he falls asleep on you on a long ride, you’re going to have an Alphinaud attached to the closest person to him. Said person is, of course, you. The first few times, you didn’t mind him leaning against you to get some rest before the next big event. But after a while, you learn at his grip starts to tighten over time and that means a loss of blood circulation in an arm you need to be battling the Primals that he pitches you against.

Alisae had given you knowing looks since you mention that you have been traveling with Alphinaud. This is her brother that you guys are talking about, and she knows him as well as she knows herself. That includes his interesting habits when he’s sleeping. Like clinging to whomever he sits with, and occasionally mumblings things that should be kept a personal secret. Like how he thinks that Y’shtola’s tail looks ‘soft as a cloud’ and he wants to stroke it, how jealous he is of Aymeric because everyone sees him as a child at first glance, the things that he would often keep to himself. The Scions knows that he’s an honest sleepy one. They silently vow to keep it to themselves, even if the things that comes out of his mouth is more than cringe worthy.

Haurchefant

Haurchefant can sleep through a winter storm going outside his window, bang on the glass all you want. But he will be wide awake as soon as you call out his name and start tapping on his door. All the years of being head of Camp Dragonhead has taught his body to be half aware of what is going on around him. what to ignore and what to pay attention to. He likes to wrap himself around you, much like his cuddles, being in physical contact with you is enough. He has a pretty good sleeping habit, since he wakes up early in the morning.

It took you a while to get used to being with him on the days you have off. But once you become used to sleeping next to him, you discover that he is the perfect heater. In a storm, long after the fire reduced to ashes, especially during a horrible snow fall. He would spend an entire day with you in bed if he could. You would be getting all kisses you need, and the laughter drawn out of you from the rumors and stories he has head. He wakes up at early dawns of the morning, but will finish all the paperwork so he can sneak back in bed with you again. He had taught himself how to slip through the door without waking you up. Sometimes if he’s lucky, he’ll finish everything before you even wake up and it would seem like he never left at all. It wasn’t until you woke up hours later in a cold, empty bed that you remember you have to get used to sleeping alone again.

[gold3nberry]

Dragon Age Inquisition Headcanons:

Nightwears - Companions & Advisors

(some parts can be considered nsfw-ish, I guess?)

Cassandra: she sleeps with an old pair of cotton trousers and a linen shirt one or two sizes bigger than hers. Her nightwears have to be practical, allowing her to bolt out from her bedroll in case of need or sudden attack. However, one of her best - kept secrets is a silken nightgown, very short and with a very low neckline that she saw once in Orlais. The shop was full of delicate garments and she was tempted to buy one, but she thought they were unsuitable and too frivolous for a warrior. The next day, she found the silken nightgown in her closet with a witty note from Leliana.

Romanced: she uses that garment to seduce the Inquisitor once their intimate relationship started. She lets him look at her, barking that she’s getting cold and she’s surely ridiculous, but she wants his opinion. His enthusiastic reaction makes her wear that nightgown more often.

The Iron Bull: he sleeps naked both in a tent and in Skyhold, point. He has no concern to have to jump out of the bed. He can face enemies fully undressed without flinching. To fight, he just needs his weapon, that always lays next to his bedroll. He makes sure to have an extra couple of blankets if he’s in a very cold place, and even if he shares a tent he’s not embarrassed to sleep without clothes, as long as the other person is fine with that.

Romanced: the Inquisitor always jokes about giving him a sleepwear, sooner or later, but Bull chuckles, knowing that they appreciate his lack of modesty. When the Inquisitor jokingly asks what type of sleepwear could tempt him, Bull winks and describes something made with more leather and chains than actual cloth.

Blackwall: he sleeps shirtless, but with an old pair of soft trousers on, plus a couple of socks he uses just for bed. He would hardly admit that, but he’s very fond of those socks he bought a long time ago. Despite being washed regularly, they have been mend many times by him. Every once in a while, he swears to buy a new pair, but he can’t find anything as soft as they are - or with the same shade of mustard yellow. He doesn’t like sleeping naked since someone could walk in.

Romanced: the Inquisitor finds actually amusing and a bit cute Blackwall’s affection towards an old pair of socks. She reassures him it’s a good thing he sleeps in that way since those fluffy things are perfect to warm up her cold feet.

Solas: he sleeps wearing a soft long-sleeved shirt and a short pair of trousers. He doesn’t seem to be bothered by cold or hot weather, never changing his outfit. Sometimes, if the inspiration hits him in the middle of the night, he paints in his nightwear, carefully trying to avoid any stain of paint and failing every time, waking up with blue and red and yellow spots on his shirt.

Romanced: he likes talking with the Inquisitor when they lay under the sheets. He scoffs when she chuckles about how soft the shirt is, but he also wonders if gifting her with one of his tunics would be too sappy.

Vivienne: she has quite a collection of nightgowns and nighties. Some of them she bought in Val Royeaux, others she designed personally for her seamstress to sew, and others are precious gifts from Bastienne. Every single one of her nightclothes is a masterpiece of silk and lace, an elegant triumph of silver or dark blue or white shades and ample sleeves or long hems encrusted with gems. She knows fighting in her night clothes won’t be a nuisance. She already did it once or twice.

Dorian: he sleeps shirtless, wearing just a comfortable pair of ample trousers, made of an obscenely expensive silk from Tevinter. He owns a few pairs of them, in different shades of gold and silver. They’re very soft, very expensive and very him. His true obsession, however, is the slippers, the ones that Rivaine, Tevene and Antivan use. Exquisite creations made of the finest leather, comfortable to walk around in the chambers, but also to lay down on the sofa reading a book. He has a few pairs, with different gems and embroidery for every season.

Romanced: he commissions a pair for the Inquisitor too, as soon as his Amatus recovers himself from the shock of their price. However, since they start to sleep together, Dorian discovers the joy to sleep naked, skin against skin with his beloved.

Varric: he doesn’t like sleeping naked. Bartrand had the habit to interrupt his sleep with this or that idea or just with drunk jokes, and Varric hated to get caught naked. Varric bought some pairs of comfortable dark cotton trousers in Kirkwall and, since then, he always buys them from the same merchant. He likes sleeping with just his trousers on, not his underwear, whatever weather it’s outside. Once, Bianca sent him a pair of luxurious pajama pants, a delicate thing he never uses. However, he keeps it in the closet, looking at them when he wants to brood a little.

Sera: she wears a huge shirt with more holes than cloth. It’s a thing that maybe once was red or dark pink, impossible to say. She grins that the colors don’t matter as long as it’s cozy and warm. She hates being cold and her improvised nightgown is the best thing she has found during her journeys. She refuses to wear anything else. If the weather is warm enough, she sleeps just in her panties or she simply takes off her breeches.

Romanced: she is delighted to sleep naked as close as she can to the Inquisitor, even if her lover’s breath is ticklish against her skin. It doesn’t matter, she keeps Sera warm enough. Sera offers to find a cozy shirt for the Quizzy too if she wants. One that matches hers.

Cole: he doesn’t sleep - not how normal humans do that - so he doesn’t own proper clothes for the night time. He tries to take his shoes off, but he’s adamant that the hat stays on his head. Ha takes care to clean with magic his clothes before laying down in his bedroll.

Romanced (with Maryden): he takes off his hat because she likes hugging him and he likes being hugged by her. The hat rests on his pillow anyway.

Advisors:

Josephine: she wears the most delicate, gorgeous cotton pajama. Despite the common belief, she doesn’t like sleeping covered in silk. Her pajama has puffy sleeves, dozens of ribbons everywhere and a short pair of embroidered trousers. She has different models, all quite similar to each other, in vibrant colors that remind her of her homeland. As Dorian, she too has bedroom slippers, two tiny things bordered with pink fur.

Romanced: she is delighted to pirouette for the Inquisitor, once they insist on seeing how much the vaporous shirt can twirl around her body. She likes having the Inquisitor naked in her arms, but she prefers wearing at least her shirt before falling asleep.

Cullen: Templars weren’t encouraged to sleep naked - they needed to be ready in case of emergency as quickly as they could - but for him, it’s a relief being allowed to sleep totally naked now. He has never suffered the cold weather and the fresh air is a relief against his skin, especially when he’s not feeling well. Light fevers are one of the many aspects of lyrium withdrawals. He also likes feeling the cotton of the sheet against his skin and being able to adjust the temperature around him simply covering himself with it or kicking it away.

Romanced: he discovers quite soon that his beloved Inquisitor is not bothered by his nudity at all. Cullen loves sleeping holding her in his arms, her warm body the best antidote against night terrors. He loves even more when he’s the little spoon, being cradled in her arms, skin against skin, safe and loved.

Leliana: she sleeps with a short nightgown on. Once she used to love flowing nightgowns, and she still owns a huge collection in her wardrobe. Right now, however, she favors something that allows her to jump out of the bed swiftly, but which hides the dagger wrapped around one of her thighs. It’s a beautiful nightgown, however, a dark purple masterpiece of lace with thin shoulders straps. She wonders if she should buy another one, in black this time. Josephine gives her one to celebrate the victory of the Inquisition.

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[terriblesportsimagines]

It's cold weather time, you know what that means. Yes, that's right. Stupid cliche fanfiction tropes. Oh no, there is only one bed and it's cold so we have to share it!!! What a situation!!! Hiruma from Eyeshield 21. Headcanons or scenario ok, female pronouns ok. Thank you, ily. 💘

OH NOES WHAT WILL THEY DO?! 

Just gonna say, that I loved this and you can tell, from the length alone since it clocks in at just over 1800 words lmao Cut for length!

PS. Cliche tropes are my jam lol

Hiruma Youichi

“You~ichi,” you complain, shivering like hell.  Youwere seriously underdressed for the current situation, mostly because you’dbeen lied to and manipulated into said situation.  You glared at yourboyfriend, trying to light him on fire with your eyes alone.

Unfortunately, he remained very much unburned.

He also ignored you.  He was dressed properly ina fluffy bomber jacket.  Of course, he’d known you were headed toHokkaido to scout the team you had to play in a few weeks.  Hokkaido inlate October.  He’d told you it was somewhere, maybe in the south,probably as some kind of twisted joke.  He probably wanted to watch yousuffer, because you’d pissed him off last week by choosing not to waitfor him every day after practice in the blistering cold.  Yes, this wasmost definitely punishment.

Thus, all you had was a sweatshirt – a thick one, but still– and he’d forced you to watch the very long, very boring practice ofhis target.  By the end of it, you were pretty sure you couldn’t feel yourface, or your fingers, or anything else for that matter.

“I really, really bloody hate you,” you growled underyour breathe as you followed him, still shivering, into the lobby of the hotelyou were apparently going to stay at.

That too was a surprise, because you were pretty sure hetold you it was just a day trip. 

You expected to be met with blissful heat, but it was nearlyas cold in the lobby as it was outside.  This day just keeps gettingbetter and better, you thought sourly.

The person behind the desk smiled apologetically. “Welcome.  Do you have a reservation?”

Hiruma handed over his id and credit card without aword.  You were left huddling in your sweatshirt while he checked in, atleast until you couldn’t take it any longer.  “Why is it so cold in here?”

The person behind the counter only smiled some more, theirexpression even more apologetic.  “Unfortunately, our heat isbroken.  We are trying to fix it, however, we’re told it could be as lateas tomorrow.

Oh lovely.  You knew better than to complainright here, however.  Hiruma didn’t seem bothered by the revelation, in fact,it looked to you like his teeth flashed in best predatory smile for a splitsecond.  This probably meant he had no intention of even bothering to lookfor another hotel.  Was this another part of his nefarious plot?

He was so infuriating sometimes.  You had a pretty goodhandle on him all considering, but then sometimes he did things like this andyou completely floundered.  It was pretty awful.

Ugh, if he wasn’t… well, Hiruma.

At this point, you didn’t even know what you shouldexpect.  He’d thrown all your expectations out the window anyway, so thereprobably wasn’t much point in having them.  Despite this, however, whenyou followed him into the room and found only a single double bed you just kindof stared.

Now you were starting to think if this wasn’t all someelaborate trap to get you alone together and force you to sleep in onebed.  You never had before.  Whenever it had gotten too late to goback to your home after spending time with him, you usually just slept on thecouch.  He was so touchy about things like personal space and haddrawn very clear boundaries around that part of his life.  You weren’tconcerned, it wasn’t like he left you particularly wanting physically. You just figured it was another one of this trust things.

But now, here you were, in a hotel with no heat and only onebed and you just knew it was a set up.

“Youichi, there’s only one bed,” you state, not because youdon’t know that’s obvious, but because you want to see his reaction.

“Do you think so?” He returned moving into the room to placehis laptop bag on the small table beside the tv stand.  His tone wassnide, but you thought you saw a brief flash of that grin again, anddamn it, if it wasn’t the most attractive thing you’d ever seen.

Nevertheless, you rolled your eyes and pulled your purse offto place it on the bed.  “Whatever, I’m not sleeping on the floor.”

He didn’t bother to answer you, which was notsurprising.  He had his laptop out and was already working away, whichmeant he didn’t plan to go anywhere that night.  This in turn made youwonder if he even planned to feed you, and he bloody better, because you’d putup with enough of his shit for the day.

You were still cold, and since he didn’t seem to care atall, you dismissed him.  “I’m going to have a bath, I literally can’tfeel my fingers.”

You were tempted to throw something at his head just to makea point when all he did was hum, but you decided it wasn’t worth it.  Howhe could type so quickly when it was so cold you didn’t know.  You did,however, throw over your shoulder, “There better be food when I’m doneYouichi,” you said in a voice that told him exactly what you were feeling atthat moment.

Not that he needed told.  Despite being weird,half-psychotic, and entirely too selfish, he could read you better than anyoneelse and was pretty in tune with you.  Not that he used the knowledgeoften outside of screwing with you, but still.  You knew very well that heloved you.  The very fact that you were there right now was a testament tothis fact. 

And as much as you were kind of annoyed at him right at thatmoment, you did adore his manic face to bits.

You lingered in the bath, because it was warm and the hotwater went a long way to warming up the small room.  Thus, you were prunyby the time you forced yourself out, after several hot water refreshes. And even then, you really only got out because Hiruma complained through thedoor.  “Fucking food’s here.”

You dressed as fast as you could, hoping to get beneath theblankets on the bed before the cold seeped into your bones once more. 

You didn’t even pause to see what he’d gotten you, yousimply scampered across the thin, garish hotel carpet and dove into the narrowbed.  Hiruma snorted – you couldn’t see him, but you could hear him, andit was enough to have you glaring when you popped back up.  You might haveeven given him a scathing retort, except he was suddenly beside the bed,holding a bowl of what looked and smelled like udon.

Others might have admonished you to be careful, but hewasn’t one to waste words on such things when he knew you to be perfectlycapable of taking care of yourself.  Instead, he waited until you gotyourself sitting up, the blankets creating a nest in your lap, before settingthe bowl of soup there and handing you a pair of chopsticks and a spoon.

You beamed at him, which earned you, at least you thought, aslightly softened look, before he disappeared off back to the table and his ownbowl of noodles.  Luckily, the remote for the tv was in reach so yougrabbed it and turned on the tv.

The room was silent save for the tv as you ate yournoodles.  They warmed you up a bit, but you couldn’t help but feel thecold encroach once more.  Hokkaido in the winter, it wasenough to make you furious all over again.  Fortunately for your boyfriend,you didn’t really have enough energy for fury.

And you were too cold.

When the soup was gone, you pulled the blankets up to yourchin, but that didn’t really help your back and it seemed to you like theblankets were doing very little.  In short, you were miserable.

You did your best to bear with it and seethe in silence, buteventually it got too much for you.  “Youichi.” You stated, loud.

His head rolled towards you, black eyebrow rising. “What.”

“I’m cold, so if you could enact your endgame, I’d reallyappreciate it.”  Your voice was dry and you blinked at him slowly becauseif you moved even a bit, you would start shivering.

The fact that you knew something was up seemed to get tohim.  He stared at you for a moment before clicking his tongue and closinghis laptop.  Your eyes god really wide a second later when he proceeded tostrip himself of most of his clothing.  He’d never been so bare beforeyou, and you were suddenly your thoughts about him being a little shy, werecompletely wrong.  There was nothing shy in him now, nor was there shame,and there was definitely something predatory in his eyes. 

You expected him to be cold when he invaded your space, buthe was the exact opposite somehow.  He was like a furnace and it had yougrumbling incredulously.  “How are you warm?”  There was apart of you that didn’t care that you should be a little more freaked out thanyou were, or that you probably should have made it at least a littledifficult.  You cared about him being a source of warmth and youimmediately searched out that warmth.

Hiruma hissed, but his arms came around you, handsautomatically diving beneath your layers to flatten his palms to yourtorso.  “Your feet are cold,” he sniped, though you were pretty sure youcould feel a grin being pressed against your neck.

“Fuck you,” you replied, hands stuck to his back.  Youalmost wished you weren’t wearing so many layers, but the idea of losing somemade you shiver anew.

He cackled, something wet and hot touching the side of yourneck.  “Kekeke, where did you think this was fucking headed?”

You knew it!  “You had to torture me just to getme into bed?” You cried, tempted to shove him clean off the bed, except he wasdeliciously hot and you weren’t risking the loss.  “I fucking hate you.”

He kept cackling, even as his hands traveled further andfurther up your torso to settle over your bra-clad breasts.  “There’s away you can get really warm, yahahaha.”

“Ugh, so terrible.”  But you were too busy laughing toeven be upset by that point and his long, lithe fingers were already beneathyour bra plucking at your nipples and making you moan.  “Mmn, if you’regoing to keep me warm, just take it off.”

Sharp teeth nipped at your neck.  “Don’t complain.”

You reached up and took his head in your hands and draggedhim up to your mouth.  “I’m going to kill you later,” you mumbled againsthis lips.

“We’ll see~”

[cienie-isengardu]

Q&A meme thing

tagged by @inthegrayworld I’m so sorry for late answers!

1. What ship did you ship with all your shipping heart that never become canon?

None? I don’t really do the shipping and even if I like(d) some non-canon pairings it never was for romantic or sexual reasons.

2. The plot of a fanfic you may or may not ever write.

Oh boy, there is so many plots in my head XD But let’s stick with Mortal Kombat for a moment: a story focused at Frost who betrayed Kuai Liang and joined the Revenant / reborn!Quan Chi. The New Generation saw her as an enemy and fought her on many occasions. Only to learn in the final battle that she was Lin Kuei’s undercover agent the whole time, whose role was to get close to Quan Chi, so the Sub-Zero brothers could finish / imprison him for good by using some dangerous technique based on their cryomancer skills & family bonds. After that Frost joined Cage’s team and drove everyone crazy.

That, or more angst-ish story in which Kuai Liang get seriously sick/injured, but his type of blood (thanks to cryomancer legacy) is too rare & different from normal human blood. Hanzo & New Generation goes to Netherrealm to find Noob Saibot in hope he will help his brother in dire need. Bi-Han of course refuses (since his blood is tainted) but in the end team actually learnt that Kuai Liang’s parents are alive and they are determinated to get the needed blood from his father. But there is a reason why Kuai Liang never cared for his father and Bi-Han outrightly resents the man.

The stories may be actually connected to each other and are - in the premise - focused at dynamics between Sub-Zero brothers and cryomancers as the whole. Just some angst, Hanzo copying with his past thanks to specific friendship / comradeship with Kuai Liang, a lot Frost because there is so little about her and the more connection between “old” heroes and new ones then better.

3. What was your first fandom?

Hm, I liked to watch & read a lot things as a kid, including Star Wars and old anime as Dragon Ball, Captain Tsubasa or General Daimos and movies I shouldn’t watch as so young kid. But I guess Star Wars fandom was the first I consciously joined.

4. If you were going into battle, which fictional character would you like to have your back?

Anakin Skywalker. He is a great warrior whose plans may sounds crazy but are quite brilliant and effective. And if something is going wrong, I know he is going to do everything to protect his fellow comrades from harm even at his own expense.

5. Which fictional character would you get drunk with?

Roronoa Zoro. He doesn’t get drunk, has very sharp sense of observation & fast reflex, so I would really feel safe around him while drinking. Also, I see him as asexual & aromantic person, so I wouldn’t worry about unwanted sexual and/or drunk comments & attention and though he may act like jerk sometimes, he is also funny and very honest man.

6. Do 100 push-ups or 100 sit-ups?

Sit-ups I guess. Sit before computer and up for snacks or water or to see what’s going in other rooms XD

7. If you could have any creature as your devoted pet, what would it be?

Dragon, wolf, raven, bat or any cat would be great! Then again, I’m not relly picky, I would welcome & love any creature who would offer me its true friendship.

8. If you had a million million dollars, what would you do with it?

After making sure my family & closest friends are financially secured and happy, I would put money into making movie(s) and / or animated series based on the Siewca Wiatru book series to start with. The story and its characters need a bit of polishing but I love them since I read the book for the first time. There is a lot cool angels and demons and I really want to see Lucyfer and hell's special forces in action and the epic Flight and Fall of Litiel XD Not to mention my all headcanons and analysis of this universe coming true, hell yeah!.

9. What color is your lightsaber?

I’m Mandalorian at heart, I don’t need or want lightsaber. But if I had to choose then red (and only because black color looked so weird in TCW).

10. Book that you’d recommend everyone to read.

Don’t know if anyone would have a chance to read it since I’m not sure if Siewca Wiatru by Maja Lidia Kossakowska was translated into other languages than Polish. On tumblr it’s known as Sower of the Wind thanks to Zlukaka & Luffik’s fanfic “As heaven is wide” & fanarts I think? But who knows, maybe you will see a fan translated version soon.

That or The Witcher saga by Andrzej Sapkowski. It’s good to know the original story before serial will show on TV.

11. How many glasses of water have you had today? Doctors say you need at least eight. Hydrate, folks.

I don’t drink enough water, that’s for sure...

Now, let’s suffer with my own questions:

1. Your own Original Character(s) you like the most?

2. How do you feel about Darth Vader?

3. Are you night owl or early bird?

4. Tell me something about your favorite female characters! Who are they?

5. Do you have story (or any other creative project) you wish to publish one day?

6. Do you prefer cold or hot weather?

7. Favorite Disney’s villian(s)?

8. What’s your zodiac sign?

9. The last book you read?

10. Do you have any headcanon(s) that you so badly wish to become canon one day?

11. (Real of fictional) proverb that you really appreciate and care to share with us?  I would love if you can write it in engish and your native / its ficnional language too!

@zlukaka, @luffik, @evolvana, @ride-the-vinsomer, @isshi69nikkei, @mahiyana, @maxpowersimpsonskywalkerspock, @animeftw10,  @eagle1sky, @everyone who wants to answer! :)

[overweirdos]

Random Headcanons of the Week #1

Hello, everyone!  Since we are greeted by weird and random ideas in our minds at least once a week, we decided to actually put those into headcanons and share them with you every Sunday!  Please don’t take these too seriously, though.

There is also a small bonus at the end which is totally not a short Reader x McCree scenario. Definitely not. 

IMAGINE:

The members of Overwatch (before the fall) are on a mission in the Swiss Alps when a terrible blizzard suddenly hits them, forcing the crew to take shelter in an abandoned, dusty hut with no electricity or warm water. Will they manage to survive the night? Who will go out and enjoy the snow despite the circumstances and who is most likely to die of hypothermia?

Find out after the commercial break - just kidding, here you go!

Mei is definitely the one to enjoy the situation the most. She has absolutely no problem with those frosty temperatures and you will probably find her outside playing with Snowball. Yes, in the middle of the snowstorm. She’s been in cryostasis for ages; did you really think this would bother her? Also, expect her to sleep in a tank top and shorts that night, covered in a thin blanket; it’ll be more than enough. The soul of Satan inside of her keeps her warm and cozy.

Angela is pretty cool (haha) about it too. You’ll find her sitting in an old armchair, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, a cup of hot chocolate in her hand, and an old book in the other one. 

Jack, Ana, and Reinhardt took a closer look through the house and soon found a barely functioning cooking plate that didn’t need any electricity and some coffee (that may have been expired already). They are most likely playing cards now, drinking the coffee while it’s still remotely hot and sharing some fun stories.

Gabriel is nowhere to be seen; no one notices his absence until weird noises can be heard from the bedroom. Turns out he’s frantically searching through the closets, wrapping every single blanket he can find around his body. He’s now a burrito made out of seven blankets, a shivering burrito that keeps cursing in Spanish under its breath. 

Torbjörn is just fine; he’s cuddling with his comfortably warm turret.

Winston and Pharah are outside with Mei; thanks to their suits keeping most of the cold outside, they can actually enjoy the snow. Plus, Winston uses a prototype of his shield to protect them from the frosty snowflakes and the sharp wind. 

Tracer is suffering quite a lot due to her thin uniform. She blinks around the hut trying to keep her body temperature in a reasonable range.

Meanwhile, Genji is spending his time meditating on the roof. It’s beautifully quiet outside except for the sounds of joy that Snowball is producing. He’s a cyborg ninja, he can’t get cold though Angela warned him not to stay outside for too long since the technology in and around his body might take damage.

McCree is the one suffering the most. The poor cowboy grew up in the American Southwest; cold temperatures are something he’s never really experienced before. He’s sitting on the sofa in the middle of the living room, rejecting everybody who wants to help him. No, he does not want a blanket, he’s not cold. No, a hot-water bag won’t be necessary either, he’s completely fine.

He’s not fine. He’s actually so far from fine. This man is just too stubborn to admit that he’s freezing his ass off even though it’s quite obvious from his constant shivering and his blue lips. To answer the question above, Jesse McCree is most likely to die from hypothermia.

BONUS You as Jesse’s s/o are also part of this mission. Having grown up in Siberia, you can’t help but tease your boyfriend about the way he deals with the cold. 

“There are exactly two blankets left, Jesse. Are you sure, are you a hundred percent sure, that you don’t want one?” You stood in front of McCree with a skeptic look on your face. He was a complete mess: his body was shivering, his teeth kept chattering, his lips and fingers slowly started turning blue. But the day that Jesse McCree would admit that he was cold was yet to come. Therefore it didn’t exactly surprise you when his only response was a grumpy, not very convincing ‘yes’. You turned around with a long sigh, throwing the blankets over to Gabriel who lunged at them like a ravenous animal. At least that man didn’t bother hiding his problems with the frosty temperatures outside and inside. You couldn’t bear the sight of McCree acting so stubborn and prideful. There would be absolutely no problem with him admitting to his freezing state, everyone was struggling in some way. Well, some more than others. Mei and you, you two were just fine. Speaking of which, you had offered before to spend time with her outside. “Hey Jesse, I’m gonna go outside and help the others with their little snowman family, will you be okay without-?” “I’m coming with you”, he interrupted you, determination evident on his face. A violent laugh escaped your lips at his desperate attempt to appear unfazed by the weather. He couldn’t be serious. He’d die out there within the first five minutes, but hey, why not give it a try? “Alright, come on”, you mumbled with a sly grin on your face, turning to reach for his right hand to help him up from the sofa. As your fingers touched his, your hand shot back in surprise. “Geez, your hand is so cold! And I thought your other arm was made out of metal”. He had started getting up, but now let himself plop back onto his seat with a pout. “Aw, Jesse, you know I’m just messing with you! But it’s your own fault if you’re just too damn stubborn to admit that you’re freezing your sweet butt off.” “I already told you, I am not cold. Not at all!” He didn’t dare to look into your eyes; his face was turned away with a blush. Well, at least his cheeks were still able to produce heat. “I see. Then I’m gonna check if I can help Gabriel warm up. He sure could use a hug, don’t you think?” With an innocent smile on your lips, you turned away and moved towards the leader of Blackwatch. No, you tried doing that, as a freezing hand suddenly caught your wrist. “Wait!” You sent your boyfriend an awaiting glance. “Maybe, just maybe, I am indeed a little cold. And could use a hug more than Reyes…”, he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. “You sure?” With a defeated sigh, he gave you a nod. You instantly took a blanket from Gabriel (who cursed at you in Spanish), wrapped it around Jesse and yourself, and cuddled against his side. “See? That wasn’t so difficult now, was it?”, you teased him, he just snorted disapprovingly. However, his features quickly turned cheeky. “Well sweet pea, there are actually plenty of other ways we could preserve the body heat...” he whispered into your ear before leaning in for a kiss. You were fast enough to shove him away. “Jesse McCree, we are not alone. There’s like ten other people here. No. Just no!” He pouted and leaned back into the comfortable backrest. “Seems like the cuddling’ll have to do. But if I freeze to death, that’s your fault.” “I think I can actually live with that.”