#supply chain is really wild rn huh

[n7viper]

5, 8, 13 Shakarian & 22, 30, 37, 43 & 50 Mihren for OTP asks please 🥰

Random OTP Askerinos

This ended up being a longer post than intended, so I'm putting it under a cut :)

5. Who is louder in bed?

Lia! You'd think she would learn to be a little quieter after serving on ships for so long but... no. But that's fine because it gives him a chance to cover her mouth and keep her quiet :)

8. Who causes the tomfoolery and who has to try and stop the tomfoolery?

Oho! You're subverting expectations to ask about the other ship, I see. (Because you know the Mihren answer) For Lia and Garrus, I'd say they're equally as likely to cause tomfoolery that requires a third party to stop it. Lia is normally pretty straight-laced and doesn't tend to get into trouble, but they're both just horrible influences on each other.

13. Would they hate-fuck if they were mad at one another? If they had a falling out?

Honestly, I don't think so. I could see Lia being tempted to, but Garrus doesn't seem like the type to me.

Mihren (is that then canon name now? lol):

22. Who would be a lovey dovey drunk?

I really immediately thought of Cullen, but this might actually be Mihri too now that I think about it some more. So both of them? She wouldn't consistently be more lovey dovey, she's definitely usually just even hornier than normal.

But when they're drunk and alone? More than a few times, she thinks about everything that has happened to them and has to take a moment before she gets teary-eyed about it all. She's settling down. It feels... comforting. They make such an odd couple, but it doesn't matter. They're in love. (Gross 🤮)

30. Who is older, and who makes the ‘older’ jokes?

Cullen is older by about 5 years but acts like it's by 20. Mihri only really teases him about it when he's being especially grumpy and knows that it'll annoy him.

37. When the person who doesn’t normally have nightmares, has a nightmare, how does the other comfort them?

In general, Mihri doesn’t really start getting severe nightmares until after In Hushed Whispers. Even before then, she and Cullen don’t get together until early Skyhold and don’t sleep together until after Halamshiral (done before Adamant).

This isn’t an OTP answer, but let’s take a quick intermission. This reminded me of a hc I’ve had for a while, so I’ll let you have it. Mihri and Cassandra usually share a tent while traveling. There are many times where Cass has to comfort Mihri after a nightmare. Cass is kinda awkward about it, but she does try. It takes several occurrences before Mihri finally breaks down and admits that she’s haunted by what happened in that dark future and watching Cass and the others die to save her. Ok, back to our regularly scheduled OTP hours now.

Cullen usually pulls Mihri closer to his chest, and she usually turns to face him. Even if she doesn’t, he massages her scalp and runs his fingers through her hair the way she likes it. If it’s a nightmare that causes the anchor to flare, he holds her hand. He always asks if she’d like to talk about it, but she usually declines. It’s pretty much always a lot of bear hugging, forehead kisses, and fingers through her hair.

43. How do they say ‘I love you’ without actually saying it? Ex “Have you drank any water today?”

Honestly, Cullen just strikes me as a words of affirmation kind of guy. He's the type to drive you bonkers because he's just constantly saying it, to the point where it feels like it's lost its meaning. So not much to say on that front.

For Mihri, she shows her love through gifts; little trinkets that she picks up on her travels that she says reminds her of him. She shows love with meals sent to his office, through pulling him away from his desk late in the night so that he can finally sleep. Most of all, she says it by being honest with him and not putting up a front like she does with everyone else.

50. Who is more likely to cling to the other while they sleep?

I already answered this here, but I'm obsessed with the fact that three separate people asked me this. I am so soft 🥺

[moonlit-imagines]

Hate Is Such a Strong Word

Jerome Valeska x reader

warnings: gun, knives

a/n: aww thank you!! and same for you, stay safe 💖

prompt: anonymous: “Hey, I love your writing and I totally get why you’re in love with Cameron Monaghan, I’m crushing so hard rn! I’d like to request 43+62 for Jerome Valeska, please! Hope you’re well and stay safe, love!”// 43: “We’ve never been this close without trying to stab each other.”, 62: “You say you hate me, but that’s bullshit.”

Team ups, huh? After your big break from Arkham, last thing you wanted to do was see Jerome again, but he always came crawling back. There was no way to get rid of him. This time was no different.

“Y/N, y/n! Won’t you just listen to me? I have a plan, but it requires you, my dear.” Jerome begged outside of your apartment door, which only worried you because it could stir up the neighbors. You yanked the silverware drawer open and grabbed the biggest knife you could find, then unlocked the chain and two deadbolts to let Jerome inside.

“You need to keep it the hell down.” You put the knife to his throat and watched his smile grow while he licked his lips.

“Well, ‘hello’ to you, too. May I sit?” He pushed the knife down with his pointer finger and flopped onto your raggedy couch. “Oh, after this special event I’ve got planned, you can throw this piece of shit out.”

“What do you want, Jerome?” You sat on your coffee table, keeping the knife tight in your grasp and watching him sit up all excited-like.

“Glad you asked! I need a partner for my next assignment and you’re the perfect person to accompany me!” He tapped his fingers together mischievously and you shook your head.

“I’m done with the crazy shit, Jerome. I don’t wanna end up in Arkham again.” You grabbed the TV remote and turned on the news, it had to be better than this conversation.

“Hey!” Jerome reached for your chin and pulled your gaze back to him. His face was now inches from yours and your knife was lingering towards his stomach. “Look at me. I helped you get out of Arkham. Now you’re gonna return the favor, understand?”

“Bold of you to speak to me that way when you’re about to get stabbed.” You chuckled in his face and pressed the blade to his stomach some more.

“Baby, I know you don’t wanna deal with a dead body.” He kissed you on the lips and leaned back on the couch, leaving you burning up with rage, but wanting more of him, too. He slapped both of his legs and rushed to his feet. “Well, looks like we’re done here. I’ll be back tomorrow night with your costume and our plans. See ya soon.”

“I fucking hate you.” You threw your knife on the table and walked with him to the door so you could lock back up, but it was never so easy. He was quick, you didn’t expect him to grab your wrist so fast, but he pulled you against him and put his mouth next to your ear.

“You say you hate me, but that’s bullshit.” His words made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. “You can’t get enough of me.” Jerome gently kissed your cheek and exited your home, slamming the door on his way out, there was no hesitation to lock the doors after he left.

—————

As you were making yourself eggs in the early afternoon, there was a knock at your door, no doubt it was Jerome. You dropped the spatula, then decided it might be best to keep it handy while you answered the door. You unlocked your three lines of defense and welcomed the crazed murderer into your shabby abode.

“Good afternoon, dear! Making eggs?” Jerome threw down his supplies and took a whiff of the air.

“Yeah, you want some?” You moved back to the kitchen to tend to your breakfast, leaving Jerome a bit shocked by your offer.

“Feeling generous today?” He mocked while he sorted through the pile of junk he brought.

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes.’” You removed the cooked eggs and cracked another two into the pan. “Do you like anything on your eggs?”

“Ketchup will do.” He was a bit focused on his scratchy notes scatted across the coffee table. You brought his eggs before him and it filled him with joy. “Ah, so y/n does like me!”

“I tolerate you, there’s a difference.” You added and saw the dry cleaners bag with some fancy apparel inside. “What the hell is that?”

“Glad you asked!” He pulled the plastic wrap away to reveal a designer outfit that looked as if it were for you. “This is what you’ll be wearing tonight. We’re wreaking a bit of havoc on a more...sophisticated crowd.”

“For fuck’s sake...” You went back to the kitchen to tend to your own eggs while Jerome went into wild detail about your plan for tonight, which didn’t seem much like a plan, more like an idea. He was just going to wing it with you as his date tonight.

“I think you should try this thing on,” he ran his fingers across some of the silk fabric, “stole it fresh from the dry cleaner down the street.”

“How very kind of you.” You finally finished making your breakfast and sat next to your new partner on the couch, tolerating the arm he wrapped around your shoulders while you ate.

“I miss this, the good old days.” He squeezed you a bit and planted a kiss on top of your head.

“Watch it, ginger.” You stuck your fork to his neck and heard his spine-chilling chuckle.

“You used to be so much fun...”

—————

Jerome and you stepped into the ballroom with your arms interlocked. He was looking quite dapper tonight, you couldn’t stop checking him out.

“We’ve never been this close without trying to stab each other.” You joked with him, earning a rather large grin from your date.

“I guess that’s true. Any way we change that?” He poked at the knives left out with the food and you gave him a nudge.

“Not now, Jerome. We’ve gotta sell this and we already look suspicious.” You glanced around the room of rich assholes and gave Jerome a look he had seen before, you really did miss him sometimes.

“We could always kick it off early, right? You’re gonna have to play your part as the damsel in distress...” He leaned in to kiss you, which you graciously accepted, swearing it was only for this little act.

“I’d like some dinner first, ‘babe.’” You led him over to grab your plates and headed to a nice candlelit table. He sat across from you and practiced his table etiquette by tucking his cloth napkin into his collar.

“Reminds me of our first date, what do you think?” Jerome cocked an eyebrow with a smirk and you scoffed, throwing your utensils down.

“Our first date was arson.” You rolled your eyes and fell back in your chair.

“Yeah, but there was chaos resulting in our presence, some music, and you look just as gorgeous as ever. I think I have exquisite taste, don’t you?” He reached his hand under the table and you felt his hand run against your leg.

“Not now, Jerome.” You picked your fork back up and continued to eat your free meal. “I’m ready to start the show whenever you are.”

“Oh, yeah?” His smile grew impossibly larger and he launched his seat back as he stood up, pulling a gun out of his suit. “Ladies and Gentlemen!” He took a shot in the air and pointed the barrel at you, who was acting as if you were terrified. “I have a little show...”