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[jxkermxreau]

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“I don’t know what’s worse: being this far out in the Terminus Systems or having to listen to comm chatter to drown out the crappy music out here.”

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sup loser

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fuck all of you this is wonderful

[subject-zero-zero-bullshit]

neveraskedtobeahero replied to your post:“I feel like puking.”

“Told ya not to drink outta the unlabeled jar.” //[pokes at u hi]

"Yeah my mistake on that one. Fuckin' A."

[gxrbexr-blog]

I want the K surprise me

15: Kiss in the Rain

Garrus hadn't seen rain in over ten years. This was the first time he had seen it since the funeral of  his  mother,  listening  to  theocean waves crash in the background on the shore. He was to be buried at sea that day, his father said that's what she had wanted. So Garrus agreed and he stood there in the heavy wet, wearing a wet dress shirt and tie watching his mother's body go out.He was startled by Annikka's hand snaking over his shoulder and affectionately holding onto the back of his neck, tugging him close into her as she offered a smug simper. Garrus stood a couple feet taller than Annikka Shepard, who appeared tinier than usual, perhaps it was because she was missing body armor. Her small frame was very petite and he couldn't help but touch her, the thought of him being able to wrap his arms around her and swallow her up created a warm feeling in his chest. Annikka stood up, lifting her heels to peck his lips. It was brief but Garrus felt more emotionally intuned with her now. The sky dark with clouds and rain staining their clothing. He hadn't noticed Annikka's umbrella but he dipped her backwards, pressing his lips to hers as he closed his lids, passionately reminding her how much love he had for her.It was raining, the Commander got wet and Garrus was to blame. But he didn't care, it was joyous to see the rain again.

[boundbythecircle]

slurred words

Send “slurred words” to hear my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk.

“You know, if you wanted to, you could be my girlfriend and I-... I’m sorry, you don’t need to hear that.”

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neveraskedtobeahero

"...Right, Annikka I'm cutting my hair now."

[ahellishhound]

Title: Nika No Characters: Michael 'Kane' Volkov, Annikka V. Shepard Setting: Silversun Strip, Citadel Situation: Booze is something precious Warning: Swearing

Another day, another pocket full of credits.

Well, half full, that is, seeing how Kane decided to continue his 'Treat Yourself Day' with a nightcap of his favorite whiskey: Bowmore's Darkest. Usually, he settled for a nice whisky or perhaps even vodka, but scotch was something he picked up from an old flame of his. Even though it didn't end on the best of terms, he had to give a silent tip of the glass in respect because damn if the burn didn't feel oh so good. It just made the night all the better. It was just him, the dogs, and the EUCC match between Edmonton and London. Nothing could come between him now.

Unless...

-click-

He knew that sound. It was the front door to Nika's apartment being unlocked and opened. Immediately, Susi, and Sisu got up off the couch and padded over to greet their mistress home. Kerebos, on the other hand, made a small rumbling noise befor settling his head back on his master's lap. Not taking his eyes off the screen, he gave a thumbs up to her announcing her intentions to take a hot shower to wash off the scum that is the Council. Okay, cool, more time for him. The german shepard and siberian husky followed Nika upstairs to the bedroom, leaving the other human and the doberman alone to enjoy the peace once more. Now, nothing would interrupt him and he could finish off the bottle before heading upstairs and joining his lover in a little post-match energy bur-

"Hei, pikku hauva~"

....Shit...

Both doberman and human slowly turned around at the phrase. Low and behold, there was Nika, standing there with her hands clasped behind her back, and dressed in her black cat kigurumi. Even worse, her icy-blue eyes weren't focused on him per-se. No, they were locked on the fucking bottle. To make matters worse, there was that fucking evil smile on her face.

Double Shit!

Immediately, she quickly scooted onto the couch, draping herself on Kane's lap with the smile growing even wider as the doberman scampered off the couch. "No, come back," he weakly called to the dog as he held the bottle up out of Nika's reach when she made her first attempt at it. Kerebos knew better than to come back. Glaring down at her, he frowned heavily, trying to convey how displeased he was at her. "No. Mine." All he got in response was a giggle and another lunge for the bottle. "Nika! No!" More giggling followed by more pawing for the bottle, forcing him to dodge her hands and deny himself any more of the Bowmore. "NIKA, NO! FUCK OFF!" Damn it all to hell! "YO NIKA, GET THE FUCK OFF MY BOWMORE! YOU'RE NOT GETTING SHIT! I'LL THROW YOUR FINLANDIA INTO THE STREET!" That stopped her. She stopped and stared up at him, considering what he said before the smile came back upon her face and the attacking came again with renewed vigor. "GOD DAMN IT I WILL HAVE YOU ARRESTED! NIKA, I SAID NO, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!" It was then that Nika actually got up off her back and snatched the bottle up from his hands, rolling off the couch as she did. Kane could only stare, defeated as his wife sat up, triumph clearly written on her face as she took a swig from the bottle.

"You know I always win, my dear Michael." He just dragged a hand down his face and shrugged. "Too bad you still get your ass handed to you by a group of stuffy politicians." That elicited a huff followed by a biotically charged pillow hitting him in the head.

"And that is why I steal your Bowmore." "Yeah, yeah, love you too." "Always." "Share?" "Micheal...no~" "Eh....figures. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go wallow in self-pity in the shower for a bit. I'll see you in bed."

The Commander just laughed as Kane sulked upstairs, tail between his legs.

One day, he mentally swore, he was going to enjoy a single bottle of Bowmore alone.

Even if he had to enjoy it alone in deep space.

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Five times kissed //hit me with da feels

Calm Before the Storm: Annikka was rough around the edges but Garrus still fancied her, he enjoyed her antics and saw that there was something alluring but gentle about her she wouldn’t normally share with the world, and after all the midnight smoothies he knew Annikka wasn’t just some woman fighting for the galaxy but a woman who had a desire, who was vulnerable at times. When Annikka showed in interest in Garrus he was nervous of course, but quickly realized when she kissed him in her cabin as he foolishly waved around a bottle of wine in the air, that they were together in this.

A Cuppa: When the Normandy was quiet at certain hours Garrus would sneak out for tea, getting his usual—Jasmine, and he’d see Annikka storming through. They’d share a cup but this time was different, they talked for hours and had multiple cups they at some point he knew he’d need to use the Men’s Room eventually. Even though there was pressure on his bladder, he couldn’t help but lean over the Mess Hall’s table to steal a kiss from the great Commander Shepard.

I Still Have A Better Shot Than You: Tough titty Garrus, he’d think of what his sister would say whenever he was a sore loser about things. He had invited Shepard up to a spot on the Citadel to try out his sniper rifle and play a game. Annikka was always competitive so she won of course—though, the loser got to really kiss the Commander like some 1950’s film. His favorite sort of kiss.

Le Tango: All around bad boy, dispenser of justice in an unjust galaxy? Garrus Vakarian code-name Archangel wasn’t letting her off that easily. Surely she’d enjoy the tango dance, and maybe she’d let him take that dress off of her later than night, but to make sure she knew just how big his love was for her—he’d kiss her in front of all of these people inside the club. Archangel didn’t care.

The End: Garrus wasn’t sure if he’d see her again, but he didn’t want to let Annikka leave without her knowing how he felt. He loved her, and as she slept on the bed and he read from his data-pad, she had a haunting dream. So to soothe her he kissed her, held her close. Fear wasn’t the reason behind her nightmare but loneliness. Knowing if either had died they’d be left without the other.