hard to choose any of these but im gonna ask about “hey me and my boyfriend saw you from across the bar etcetc” and/or “romanticizing bad joints” 🫶
🫶🫶 HEEHEE okok ‘ hey me and my boyfriend saw you from across the bar etcetc ‘ takes place during citadel dlc but that’ s not really important .. Kaidan has the new habit of training in the arena by himself but he doesn’ t have his score up or has his matches recorded so it’ s something you gotta See Live .. the ‘ me and my boyfriend ‘ in question is Thane and Jacob … Thane is just happy his recovery is well and Jacob is just a Big Fan . Homoromantic all the way down ( eventually when I get to it Yknow how it goes )
A hand wrapped firm around his shoulder.
No interviews, no teaming up, no pandering.
Kaidan, respectful to a point and not ravenous just yet, let himself be held back.
No interviews, no teaming up, no pandering.
He could only hope that maybe it would be that he was misrecognized, or maybe a quick congratulations and nothing more
No interviews, no teaming up, no pandering-
“I had worried your incident would have scared you off from biotic displays.”
Based on the stories he has heard from Dr. Chakwas, Joker, and from Shepard on rare occasions, Kaidan knew Thane Krios relatively well. The burst of time between them, shared in a hospital room that Kaidan kept waking in- something about the meds, he would fall asleep again and again, no recollection of it happening- and the chair that Thane would keep sitting in, Kaidan knew him from that as well. Not a bad way to meet- there are plenty of better ways, don’t get him wrong, but there are just as many worse ways. He was happy with what he got.
“Hey, you have to tell me how you managed that final push. Never seen a biotic reaction that powerful. Swear I felt tremors.”
Hey! He knows that voice too!
Jacob Taylor was, all around, the sort of guy Kaidan would have liked to work with. He, still, would like to work with him. Maybe they could have met earlier in their Alliance careers, but that idea held far too many uncomfortable facts that would have had to be true to make them line up. And, to be honest, Kaidan was happy with how they met face to face. Joker had been… rather truthful. In his descriptions of the man. A rare sort of thing for him to do.
Romanticizing bad joints is another Jeff/James/Steve classic from me .. another Citadel dlc classic bc I would like them to share a king sized bed . Boils down to James … romanticizing bad joints UM .. Mostly just him getting waaay too aware over little repeat movements that Joker and Steve do + learning exactly what certain actions strain or cause like . The snap / cracking of joints . Listen … maybe it is bc of my own bad joints but I would love for someone to find it almost endearing when my hip cracks .. + more general domesticisms for them
They had managed to claim a bedroom. Four walls, a door, a bed, a personal bathroom. Joker had the argument that he needs a private bathroom. Pills and ointments and hey, you guys don’t want to see that.
Okay, sure, Joker was the one that claimed the personal suite. But James is a beneficiary. So is Cortez. It was their bedroom.
The door was closed, not locked, but the sound of continuous traffic faintly filled the air of the room. Not bad for sleeping ambiance.
(Steve was a better shuttle pilot than Jeff, something about spatial awareness.)
(The rental flew great, James propped his arms on the middle console.)
(The Wards were busy like always, and Jeff tapped along to a song on the radio.)
(Steve snapped with him.)
Joker- countdown still ticking away, sleep still looming- moved weakly. Not moving to get anywhere, just moving so that he could. James- careful, careful- rested a hand against his back. Thumb rubbing the smooth dip down the middle, up and down the small length of spine he could touch.
There was a point when he could feel the bumps. The bone of Joker’s spine firm against the skin. It was comforting to feel, to know the difference now.
Cortez- impossible to tell if he was asleep or just laying still- held one of Joker’s hands loosely. Just barely, fingers untense where they curved to hold, palm laid flat and open. His breathing was even, his other arm tucked underneath his pillow, the blanket barely pulled up or around him.
Him and blankets never got along. He always kicked them off or had them bunched around his legs when he got up. Helped that he ran hot, anyways.
