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@mjrcoats
ooc:
You know when you start going through old archive things for reasons and then you’re like “hey I wonder if I remember my login details?”
Surprise :D She’s still kicking!
I’m game for giving Coats a whirl if anyone wants to start anything/revive anything - feel free to hit up my inbox or grab me on Skype!
A short huff of amusement left her throat. “A shot that’ll get you pummeled, I’m sure.”
Eme’s amusement was replaced with a heavy look of appreciation as Coats stood and stretched, even despite the popping noises that filled the workshop. She really couldn’t help herself from roving her eyes over him but, when the ever eager mention of tea comes about…
She laughs once more with more affection than was probably needed and moved closer to him. “Alright, tea. First, we get those hands properly clean because I do want a proper kiss.” Eme’s smile is happy as fingers knot in the hem of his shirt tugging gently as she goes to lead him back into the main house.
"Yes ma'am," Coats said obediently with a chuckle, allowing himself to be lead out of the garage.
He kicked off his boots once they were through the door, then headed to the kitchen to diligently scrub his hands in the sink. Once clean - his skin a tad pink from the scrubbing - he filled up the kettle and set it to boil, leaning against the counter top and holding up his hands for inspection.
"Will these suffice, Commander?" he said with a cheeky smirk.
Her smile became more pronounced when the gentle pressure against her hand. “You think you could get away with teasing her with that? I’m not so sure you could.” Eme hummed an amused chuckle as Coats stood.
The kiss made brown eyes flutter closed for it’s duration, a little too short for her liking to be honest. She upturned her face towards him to watch and listen to him talk, a brow perking up gently at him asking again. “No. No plans. Well, now, I do… Are you done for today? Would like help cleaning up?”
"Hah, probably not, but it'd be worth a shot at least."
He looked around at the workshop; it's not a mess as such, but it could do with a tidy. "It can wait," he said eventually, wiping his hands on a rag tucked into his belt to get the worst of the grease off. "I'll only be making the same mess again when the converters get here. No point making it twice."
Coats reached his arms above his head and stretched, the stiffness in his back releasing with several satisfying pops. "Tea?"
Texts from Last Night inspired text starters [nsfw and sfw]
[text]: I'm doing this for my boobs. They miss him.
[text]: I AM SUCH A BETTER PERSON ON DRUGS
[text]: We're bowling witha frozen turkey in the hallway...ur missing out
[text]: I'm sitting on our balcony drunk. And in my underwear. Our relationship with our neighbors may improve.
[text]: two words: fractured penis. two more: emergency room.
[text]: I feel like captain Morgan put his peg leg up my ass
[text]: Because i love you. And people show love by not letting their friends shit themselves.
[text]: According to google history I spent most of last night trying to buy an elephant.
[text]: You were yelling at the cops across the street saying they were at the wrong party
[text]: I'm going to CVS to meet the Craigslist guy who is going to buy my underwear. If I don't text you within the next hour, plz assume that I have been abducted by a stranger with an underwear fetish.
[text]: What's Spanish for "I shouldn't have worn these underwear to work?"
[text]: Also if i get drunk and start crying about the elephants you all have my permission to abandon me.
[text]: YOU IS KIND. YOU IS SMART. YOU IS IMPORTANT. YOU IS CLEANING YOUR OWN VOMIT.
[text]: Hey, it's not my fault that you had a shitty bed frame that couldn't handle the rough sex you're into.
[text]: I have a tab of a google image search of onion rings open and it is making me so happy.
[text]: I just wrote the Drag Queen from Saturday Night on FB and apologized for licking her. Weirdest thing I have ever typed...
[text]: You couldn't even walk but you came into the kitchen with the funnel and begged me to put beer in it
[text]: I genuinely attribute some of my blowjob skills to playing saxophone in highschool
[text]: I still don't know his name but his ass is spectacular. Like he should never wear pants.
[text]: Woke up with an e-cig stuck in my asshole. Explain.
[text]: A surplus of mistakes were made and I don't know what 89% of them were.
[text]: OK BUT WHO THE FUCK FORGTS A LIVE CHICKEN IN MY HOUSE
[text]: Come over. Bring cocaine. And my t shirt with the dolphin on it.
[text]: Your drunk naked friend is roaming the living room. Started roaming my room. Please come retrieve him
[text]: I do feel like I owe you an apology for trying to fuck your dad last night but in my defense everyone knows I shouldn't drink tequila.
[text]: I want my tombstone to read "making poor life decisions since 1993"
[text]: Called Apple, my penis pics are safe.
[text]: I just bought a bottle of lube for my car.
[text]: Kid got so high from the brownies he forgot his own name. Welcome to college.
[text]: I just remember lots of butts and something about ranch dressing.
[text]: When you licked the fourth stranger's cheek the bar tender pretty much ordered us to get you out.
[text]: Drinking from the bottle. In bed. Making dinosaur noises. Oh man.
[text]: i mean hes a break dancing puerto rican, how do you think the sex was?
[text]: That tampon felt like a stick in my vagina, I am never making a drunken tampon choice again. Friends don't let friends choose tampons drunk.
[text]: I thought I would be a proper lady and put my spare panties in a ziplock
[text]: I have a terrible feeling that I made out with a fraternity last night
[text]: Wall of shame with a backpack full of beer bottles, cowboy hat in hand, and a handlebar mustache. I was applauded by a passing car
[text]: I know the wedding is going to be a good time, I don't have to wear a bra with my dress
[text]: Can you get snapchat back so I can show you all the places I threw up in/on last night?
[text]: Woke up eating a pickle on the bathroom floor this morning in some random guys sweat pants.
[text]: I know you saw me get knocked out after I stepped on that rake why did you leave me there
[text]: She definitely peed in a bucket in their closet last night. We should warn them about that, right?
[text]: We fired a shoe out of a medieval cannon. I know not where we got either one.
[text]: So my booty call knows your bf. Apparently they were in jail together
[text]: That's a lot of judgement coming from a man wearing a dress made from a bedsheet.
[text]: I fell into a manhole last night, so there's that
[text]: Well.. If you trust a test that only costs a dollar, I'm not pregnant
[text]: Woke up in bushes at UT didn't know I was Austin last night
[text]: I wouldn't know what to do. You never really mentally prepare for a cactus getting thrown at your face.
[text]: Turns out the dorm toilet can't take a punch. Gonna be a long year without Mexican food.
[text]: I have an interview tomorrow and listed you as a reference. If they call you, please don't tell them about the time I smuggled a Chalupa out of Taco Bell in my underwear.
[text]: How do you get kicked out of 3 different Subways in one night..
[text]: Mom told me you snuck booze into a concert in a cheez its box...I have never been prouder to be related to you
[text]: I straight up told your dad I've slept with a majority of your family
[text]: You kept whispering to me that the guy making your burrito was an angel.
"Ah… I’m sure they’ll be here soon enough." The converters. Finding those parts for the car had been a test of patience for Coats. Eme had never seen him so frustrated, not even with her. She watched him move with a small smile, edging closer.
Leah. His sister was absolutely lovely and Eme adored her. Just mentioning the soon to birthday, which of course meant a weekend visit, had her smile growing. Fingers found the top of Coats’ head to graze softly over the short cropped hair. “You needn’t ask, Ben. The sooner you finish this, the sooner I get to see Leah’s reaction.”
Coats grinned, huffing a small laugh and leaning in to the touch on his head. "Aye, best have a camera ready so we can tease it with her later as well."
He got to his feet and brushed off his hands on his utility trousers, leaning in to kiss Eme's cheek, a quick affectionate peck, his hands kept far away from her so as not to share the grease. "We'll give the courier's until the end of the week and take a roadtrip at the weekend if not. Assuming you don't have anything else planned?"
Overload Of Cats
Mama sees you, Eme, and your Mjr. Coats. And is pleased.
shhhhhhhhh
(also cats? http://youtu.be/SaA_cs4WZHM )
Coats was underneath the vintage Earth car checking on the old engine when he heard the clang somewhere in the garage. ”I’ll have you know that some of the parts in here are probably worth about as much as you,” he said, sounding exasperated but not really meaning it.
Of course he didn’t mean it. Eme was priceless, and this was all junk in comparison. But if he started saying that, everyone would think he’d suddenly been taken ill.
An hum of interest at the reprimand came out of Eme. She really couldn’t get away with anything around him. “Oh? Then, I’ll keep my hands to myself… Though, it was just a wrench I knocked down. Easily replaced.” Amusement quickly made itself known her voice. Coats had a reputation of a grump to keep up, best not ruin it.
Making her way over to stand near where he worked, her hands safely clasped behind her back. “How long until she runs, do you think?”
"Whenever the solar converters arrive," Coats said, pushing his legs to wheel himself out from under the car's nose. He sat up and rubbed his forehead on his sleeve, completely missing the dark smear of grease across his nose. "Which'll hopefully be in time for Lea's birthday."
His sister was hopefully going to be too happy to kill him for doing more or less what she told him not to do, even though it was her dream vehicle. "Might have to go and pick them up if they don't arrive in the next few days. Fancy a road trip?"
-A loud clanging in the distance.-
"Wasn’t me…"
Coats was underneath the vintage Earth car checking on the old engine when he heard the clang somewhere in the garage. "I'll have you know that some of the parts in here are probably worth about as much as you," he said, sounding exasperated but not really meaning it.
Of course he didn't mean it. Eme was priceless, and this was all junk in comparison. But if he started saying that, everyone would think he'd suddenly been taken ill.
[ So I almost forgot what email and login details I had for this.
Thank god for gmail linked accounts that is all x ]
[[ whispers do eme/coats ]]
//YELLS HELL YEAH//
makes the bed in the mornings—Coats. Why? Because Eme is more likely to sleep in the bed in middle of making it. He’s most likely found her like that once or twice.
has sole posession of the T.V. remote—It’s an equality thing with these two but, if you’re seeing them watching tv at all… Coats would be the one pushing the buttons.
stays up until 2am reading—With his work; Coats. But, Eme will rarely let him do that… Because it’s a rare night when can sleep without him next to her.
is the bigger cuddler—Eme big time. Though, Coats would be hard pressed not to give in to an Eme cuddle.
does the laundry—It’s either they hire a housekeeper for that stuff or Coats does it. Eme has a hard time with domestic things.
mows the lawn—They don’t have a lawn. But, they’ll have a fairly large sized garden when they get up in years. Then, it’s something they both tend together.
is better at budgeting—They’re both pretty decent at this. Coats is the one who actively budgets though.
instigates the sex (and who’s into the kinkier stuff)—Eme totally instigates a lot of the time… As far as kinky things, this is a very vanilla pair when it comes to sex. They might try light bondage or very entry level roleplaying but, uh, it rarely sticks.
[[I JUST FOUND THIS AND IT'S AMAZING OMG <3]]
Get Me.
Once, Coats would have said he knew London like the back of his hand. Now, his hands were so dirty he barely knew what his complexion should be, and more of the city was being torn down by Reapers every day.Still, even in the war torn streets, if Coats came across a dead end or needed to change direction quick, he could usually find a short cut through the city that looked vaguely familiar through the fire and smoke.When he got the broadcast to his earpiece - a request for assistance, gunfire in the background, as well as a banshee's shriek - he knew which way to go to get to the co-ordinates stated. The how and why a soldier was there didn't matter - the Reapers were the enemy in London. Anyone else was an ally.Rounding the corner, Coats split his squad up, setting Stevens and Yates on the Banshee (they'd become almost frighteningly efficient at overloading shields and shredding armour between the two of them) and sending Morris to scatter the forces in his way while he sprinted between them all to the figure at the centre, braced against the torn door of his shuttle, shooting anything that came close.
Thankfully, he didn't shoot Coats. Coats ducked into what little cover was left beside the other soldier and handed him a medigel pack. "Hang in there, soldier. We've got you."
[[WIP because I've got to go to bed because of work tomorrow but I didn't want to lose what I've sort of hashed out! >< If only Tumblr would let me save ask answers as drafts :T]]
Drabble Prompt: "Nurse Me" //icu :D//
[[icu2 c: *creeps* I've missed you! Thanks for the ask :D]]
Sometimes you had to be cruel to be kind. Normally, Coats didn't have too much trouble accepting roles where being harsh was the only way forward - not because he was harsh by nature, but because someone had to do it, and he was willing to take responsibility.
This time was harder, only because it involved seeing Eme in some for of discomfort or pain, but he was shoving his desire to keep her safe aside. In the long run, this would be worth it.
Eme was possibly regretting asking him to help her with her PT exercises now, but he wasn't going to let that thought distract him either. “You’ve got another five to do.”
Even though she was lying on her back, her shoulders gently held down by his hands to keep her steady while she worked her raised legs in stepping motions, she still managed to glare. Sweat was causing her hair to stick to her forehead, and the grit of her teeth was from the ache that he knew she’d been feeling since they started. “I know,” she managed to get out. Her legs wobbled, and she went to put one down to rest it. “I just need-”
Coats wasn’t going to let her say ‘a break’. “You need to do five more,” he said sternly. It earned him another glare, but she raised her legs properly again, pushing through the last five of the reps. She lowered her legs with a relieved sigh, catching her breath and rolling her shoulders to try and loosen some of the stiffness.
“Happy now?”
He gave her a soft smile, brushing a thumb against her cheek and pushing her damp hair from her face. “Back to the circuit for some more lunges, and then we’ve got weights to do.”
She made a noise of protest. “You’re joking.”
“You know me better than that, Shepard. On your feet, soldier.”
Eme grumbled under her breath, getting to her feet and shaking out her limbs. “I’m going to make you pay for this later.”
Coats smiled, his eyes bright with quiet mischief. “I look forward to it.”
Even More Drabbles
Leave a “Amuse Me” in my ask, and I will write a funny drabble about my character trying to cheer your up.
Leave a “Break Me” in my ask, and I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.
Leave a “Call Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character asking for yours [be it at the brink of death/in a battlefield/knocking on the front door wounded, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Drink Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.
Leave a “Enamor Me” in my ask, and I will write a fluffy drabble about my character trying to woo yours [be it out of the blue/Valentines Day,feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Fight Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble out my character fighting with/or against yours.
Leave a “Get Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character saving yours.
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Leave a “Invite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character asking your character to
Leave a “Join Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer [be it a proposal for an alliance, asking them to join them in an activity (you can get dirty if you want), feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Kill Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.
Leave a “Love Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a fluffy drabble about our characters.
Leave a “Mourn Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character mourning your character’s death.
Leave a “Nurse Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.
Leave a “Offer Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving yours a gift.
Leave a “Paint Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character drawing a picture of yours [like one of your french girls~ be it painting them or drawing them, maybe offering a picture of them as a gift, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Quite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to calm yours down [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Remember Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to get yours to remember them [be it from an accident, meeting them after years apart, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Shag Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a dirty drabble about our characters.
Leave a “Tell Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character confessing something to yours [be it a love confession, a secret, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Unbind Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about your character freeing mine, or the other way around, or something among the lines [be it freeing them from jail, from handcuffs, from a trap, from a curse, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “Value Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character telling yours how they feel about them.
Leave a “Wed Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about our character under the subject of wedlock [be it my character proposing to yours, or marrying yours, feel free to specify.]
Leave a “X Me” in my ask, and I will write whatever it is that you wish, [specify.]
Leave an “Yahoo Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about our characters celebrating something [feel free to specify.]
Leave an “Zip Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about your character dressing mine, or the other way around [this can also be used for shutting them up as well, but feel free to specify.]
♥ 'Trying' is the key word.
"Ben."
He hums in response, not looking up from the datapad he is typing on. One of these days, he'd learn to turn his message system off before going home from the barracks.
"Ben."
Coats hums again, using his words this time. "What is it?"
"Psst. Look over here!"
He glances up, and that's when he sees Shepard in her underwear, kneeling on the bed and then crawling her way up. It's not elegant by any stretch of the imagination, and his face his blank as she approaches. It's only when she winces, the stiffness in her knee causing discomfort as she tries to move it smoothly, that catches his attention.
He sets the datapad aside and tugs her up by her arms so she's sprawled on his chest. "If you wanted my attention, you could just ask."
She pouts. "Where's the fun in that?"
Strong arms wrap tight around her, and he kisses her for a good long moment. "Right here."
Send me a "♥" for my muse's reaction to yours crawling onto the bed, trying to be seductive.
Some R&R | @Coats
He smiled, rubbing the tips of their noses together. ”I’ll make it up to you. I promise.” Then he remembered that this was her idea in the first place. ”The museum thing, that is. Anything else you’ll just have to put up with and take it as a lesson in not making me go on holiday.”
Coats sighed, his nose wrinkling in disgruntlement. ”I’ve not been on holiday for… well.” Since he was married, but he wasn’t about to say that out loud. He’d had time off, naturally, brief outings and weekends away from the barracks, but always close enough that if he needed to get back within the day, he could. ”How long are you planning us to be away for?”
No matter how many times or why he smiled, Eme always enjoyed seeing the way his face seemed to come out of his perpetual scowl. Listening to his word through the shared affection made her grin and chuckle softly. “I’ll just have to make sure you enjoy yourself thoroughly, now, won’t I?”
It was her turn to sigh at the wrinkles in the bridge of Coats’ nose and with gentle hands she cupped his face, nudging her forehead against his. “We’ll be gone for a bit. Not terribly long, mind you. Just enough to get you to breathe without worrying about something going wrong.” A small deep breath. “Plus, it’ll do us both good for some warm water and to have some fun… That doesn’t include someone trying to kill either of us.”
He grunted in response, but even though he sounded grumpy, the hands on his face were a comfort, causing his almost ever-present frown to fade somewhat. "Someone trying to kill you, you mean. No one makes a special trip to kill a normal soldier."
Coats sighed, moving his hands to gently stroke her waist and then tug her closer. "You do realise we'll have to go shopping as well?" He had to laugh a little at the thought. "Whenever Britain gets a real summer, I'm usually never on Earth to see it. I don't have anything suitable for blistering weather made to burn people with my complexion."
Global Networking
A contract. Well, that was promising. As much as he would have a hard job enforcing it, should worst come to worst, he at least had something. Besides, something in his gut told him that Rawling’s safety was more compromised amongst the increasingly desperate Alliance hospitals than with a specialist research corporation like Somatix.
Miranda’s confidence alone was also a reassurance in itself, and even Coats - suspicious and wary as he was - found it hard to find anything to distrust from this exchange. She was clear, frank and to the point - traits that he very much appreciated and respected.
Still, he wouldn’t get his hopes up until he saw her price on paper. He’d was determined to find a way to meet it, somehow, whatever it was, but that didn’t mean it would be easy. ”Will any of it be negotiable, or will that be your final offer?” He probably wouldn’t negotiate. She probably already knew that. But his stubbornness had to ask the question - just in case.
Miranda doesn’t expect him to do anything less than talk terms, even when it’s all in print. It’s the smart thing to do; it’s certainly what she’d do if this were Oriana. But it isn’t, and Miranda has a company to maintain. That company is currently assisting during the rebuilding effort on Earth.
"I have an eye for a bargain," she considers, moving her eyes to the image the major cut in the QEC grids, "but our resources, like yours, are limited. That goes without saying for our time. I won’t give more than I can allow."
She doesn’t anticipate he’ll demand more than that, however. Coats doesn’t seem like the irrational type.
He grumbled. For some reason, negotiating with the brass - or even the enemy in a hostage situation - seemed more achievable than attempting to persuade Miranda Lawson away from whatever she had in mind.
Still, Coats had to make one thing clear before even verbally committing to anything. "Whatever you have in mind, whatever debt that needs paying, it falls on my head only. Rawling is the focus of your work, but the payment will be mine." Ellie couldn't speak for herself or argue otherwise, so binding her without her input was not an option.
Somewhere down the maze of corridors, a security door creaked open and slammed shut, causing him to glance over his shoulder warily. There was no one here yet, but he was running out of time. "I will accept your terms in principle and await your contract. If there is anything on it that is outside of my power, I will let you know."
