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6.2 Mail Time!

Last mail call for 6.2 under the cut! Because it all finally came in!

First up some kind words from Mando Mom:

Suitably Mandalorian 😂 And maybe it’s just me, but I kind of see some echoes of Shae during the Sacking of Coruscant in Heta Kol. Different scenarios, but definitely the same energy. And I do love me some some character parallels.

Next up, Jekiah: 

You know, Jekiah, fair. I was kind of suspicious of you too at first. And Rass is adorable, so don’t be too hard on him. He just wanted to help his big bro! I think it’ll be interesting to see if Heta turns out to somehow be of Clan Ordo (considering that little toy/codex entry you can find in the FP.)

And then:

Oh. Oh bless you writers! Please, give me more of this Mando MLM creep! Please have him send me mail after every encounter sending me a detailed invoice for everything he thinks I’ve cost him. 

Bask you are a joy and I never want you to change!

Oh, and hey look, speaking of budgets--

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA

🤣

I’m sorry, brb, wheezing. I absolutely adore how it seems to be a recurring joke/canon thing that the Outlander has almost no concept of the monetary value of things. From either trying to give away entire fleets of invaluable warships or setting a 10 billion credit bounty, to crashing ships willy nilly because hey, gotta land somewhere and that clearly too small hangar is just as convenient as any other.

I’m just imagine Lana sitting them down at a desk, the Outlander glumly resting their chin on the fifteenth ledger that Lana has gone through in painstaking detail, each highlighted column and line clearly showing how much their antics cost the Alliance as a whole.

I’m starting to suspect the reason she insists on coming on so many missions is to try and cut down on collateral damage and try and keep the Alliance’s insurance discount.

And then, of course, the very last one to arrive, backdated to three days ago. What the heck game??? That’s not fair. Especially since this will disappear after 30 27 days :(

OH MY HEART! ♥♥♥♥♥ gdi Theron, you do this to me every time, you sweet, wonderful doof. Like oh god, so many feelings here. Between the fluffly OTP feels of him just showering his partner with praise, the light teasing to smack him if he doesn’t keep doing so, to the mother-son stuff of him actually making the decision to try and establish something of a relationship with her -- and the conversations being on a deep enough level where Satele’s like “Your Outlander’s a keeper”. Especially knowing Satele’s past, this is... ahh the feels! Like, her encouraging Theron to pursue happiness over duty--that’s so huge for her!

ALL THE FEELS. ALL THE TIME. Best update ever! Imma go roll around in this field o feels now. Don’t mind me.

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Say Something - Kate x Will (MC)

A/N: Just a fluff/angst one shot about Kate O’Malley and my male MC, Will. This story is pre Veil of Secrets, back when they were roommates at Hartfeld. This is not my best work but I am stuck. I still hope you all like it. Thanks.

Tagging: @thatspicegirlssong, @indescribablechoices, @femmeshep and @bowful. If you want off the tag list, please let me know. Thanks!

Weekends at Hartfeld were not particularly exciting for Will. The one thing he had to look forward to was catching up with everything he had learned over the week. He tried to revise as quickly as possible. Because the minute his roommate laid eyes on him, she was sure to drag him into doing something "fun".  'Why does everyone at Hartfeld party so much?'  He used a yellow highlighter on a line in his Media Ethics notebook. That point was of...  "Hey Wiiilll?"  Will's hands stopped moving. Kate was calling to him... from the bathroom.  He cleared his throat and called,  "Yeah?"  "Could you be a sweetie and get me a towel, please? I forgot"  He sighed and called back,  "Be right there"  This wasn't new. Kate was... a free spirit. She practically paraded around the rooms half-naked. He had thought he would get used to it by now, it being their second year living together and all. But a rush crept up his necks and into his cheeks at the thought of Kate waiting for him in the shower.  'Pull yourself together!', Will scolded himself, 'That is so inappropriate'  Trying not to think of warm jets of water drizzling over Kate's body, Will grabbed a towel and headed to the bathroom. He knocked on the door and immediately turned his back to it.  "Towel", he said, holding it behind him.  The door clicked open and a warm, heady scent of exotic flowers and soap wafted out. It smelled so fresh, his eyes closed in bliss as he took it in. It smelled like Kate.  "Why are you standing like that?", Kate asked.  'Oh shit. Don't look back. Don't you dare look back'  Will replied, looking straight ahead at a wall,  "Like what?"  Kate giggled from behind him. She said,  "Are you trying not to look at me?"  "Of course I am"  "You can look..."  "What?"  "Nothing. Thanks for the towel"  He was speed-walking away even before she could shut the door.  With some deep breathing, Will had managed to take his mind off Kate and her shower. He opened his notebook again. Stretching his legs on his bed, he leaned against the wall and read. He was barely past two lines when he became aware of the enchanting smell again.  "Don't mind me, Mr. Peabody. I'm just looking for the earrings Makayla lent me", Kate said.  Will looked up at the sound of her voice, and his heart stopped. Then it started beating so fast he feared the entire campus would hear it.  Kate had sauntered into the room wearing a pink towel and nothing else. Beads of water clung to the skin on her arms and her lithe legs. He could see nearly everything. The sloping curve of her breasts, the dip of her lower back above her butt, the freckles on her shoulders.  'Oh sweet Jesus'  He quickly averted his eyes and pulled the book up to his nose. Did she seriously have no inhibitions walking around like that in front of him?  "Where did I put it?", Kate stood right in the middle of the room, a finger tapping her lower lip, "Where did I, did I, did I?"  Will closed his eyes and hoped for mercy. When he opened them, he found Kate climbing onto the bed, right between his legs.  "Hey, whoa!"  "Sorry", she stood up on the bed, smiling down at him, "I just remembered I put them on your mantle"  Her legs were spread apart as she stood, the part where her thighs touched being right in Will's face. He turned his head to the side, stammering out a string of words.  "W-wh-why would it be on m-my mantle?"  "They are gold. I couldn't keep them with my other earrings. You know how I keep misplacing stuff"  He pressed himself against the wall as Kate's tantalising presence grew closer.  "Um... I'm pretty sure they are not on my mantle"  Kate dropped down to her knees between his legs. She leaned forward, her hands on Will's thighs. She blinked and he couldn't help but note for the infinite time how long her eyelashes were, over those sparkling eyes. Kate leaned closer, asking him,  "No?"  He wheezed,  "No"  Kate stayed there, her knees almost touching between his legs. Will looked away as her towel scooped low, revealing soft cleavage.  She pressed her fingertips into his thighs, backing down and off his bed. He watched her bend over by her nightstand, and immediately looked away again.  "Found 'em!", Kate announced.  "Great", he said.  Will pulled his legs closer and sat up straight. Despite of knowing he wasn't going to be able to focus on Media Ethics now, he opened the notebook and forced himself to read.  Kate asked, from the other end of the room,  "Will, what colour bra should I wear for hosting movie night tonight? This, or this?"  He didn't take the bait, kept his eyes focused on the page. He said,  "For the hundredth time, Kate, I'm not going to help you pick out the colour of your underwear"  "Ugh. Sometimes I wish you were gay. Maybe then you’d care about what I wear"  "Stereotyping"  "Sorry, Mom. Anyway", she said, "I'm going to wear this red one tonight. Imma go change. BRB"  She left for the bathroom, prompting his eye-roll.  'Great. Now I'm gonna have that mental image in my head all day'  When it was time for movie night, Will welcomed their friends in. He even greeted Charlotte's new girlfriend of the week. She gave him a dismissive glance before heading straight for the couch.  "Hey man", Yan clapped his shoulder, "Where's Kate?"  "She's baking cookies for us. Some new unicorn flavour thingy she found online", Will said.  Charlotte's girlfriend, René, snorted,  "Cookies? What are we, five?"  Will would have retorted but Kate came in, greeting everyone in her loud, happy voice. She hugged their friends like she hadn't just seen them a day before. He loved that about her. Kate had so much love to give. Sometimes he wondered where it all came from.  "Hi, new friend!"  She hugged René, who returned it half-heartedly. Will headed to the kitchen to check on the food.  "Where are you going?", Kate pulled him back by the arm, "You didn't get your hug"  He just shook his head as she wrapped her arms around him. He hugged her back, allowing himself one sinful whiff of her shampooed hair, then let go. Kate was looking up into his eyes and smiling.  "Why don't you start the movie and I'll bring out the food?", she said.  He teased her,  "So domestic"  "Ew, no"  He grinned, watched her go, and turned back to their guests.  René looked fit to eat her words. Kate had laid out a whole array of tasty snacks on the table. Mozarella sticks, pizza rolls, beer, salted peanuts, and pink-purple, white chocolate chip cookies.  "Kate? I. Love. You", Neha said, stuffing her face with a pizza roll.  "I'll take compliments in the form of spa coupons, thank you", Kate winked.  Will was the only one to realise Kate had no place to sit. The movie was about to begin. He started to get up, saying,  "Come here. You can sit..."  Kate pushed him back in his seat, between Yan and Neha.  "Don't be silly. There's plenty of room for everyone", she said.  He had no time to retort before Kate turned her back to him and settled herself on his lap.  'This is the night I die…'  Will's breath seemed to be stuck in his throat as his mind registered Kate's presence on his lap. He looked about, embarrassed, but his friends had their eyes stuck to the TV screen. René already looked bored.  Will tried to say, keeping his voice low,  "Uh... Kate?"  "Oh sorry. You can't see", she replied.  His chest heaved as Kate's bottom brushed against his crotch while she moved on his lap. She put one leg on top of another, sitting sideways now, and put an arm around his neck. He was... bamboozled.  Every sense of his was under attack, overwhelmed. His nose could smell nothing but her princess-y perfume. His ears rang with the sound of her laughter. His skin tingled everywhere it came in touch with hers. His gaze rested on the lovely curve of her cheek, which he oh so desperately wanted to kiss...  'Kate O'Malley, you're going to be the death of me'  "Bathroom break!", Yan announced.  "Geez, man", Neha made a face.  Charlotte's attention was entirely on René. Will managed to wrench his own attention away from Kate when she finally got off his lap.  "More beer?", she asked.  Yan called over his shoulder, heading to the bathroom,  "Hells yeah!"  Kate went back into the kitchen. Will relaxed, somewhat. In his mind, he was thanking his brain for not diverting blood flow to his nether regions. Kate sitting on his lap was reason enough, but his body had complied with his silent prayers.  "O. M. G.", René snorted again.  Will watched her break her gaze away from the kitchen door. He asked,  "What?"  She smiled to herself,  "Huh"  Now he was getting annoyed. She had been nothing but disdainful all evening.  "You can share", he said, an edge apparent in his voice.  René began, as if she had been waiting to all evening.  "Is she serious? She got dumped by Lola like two days ago and she's acting like nothing happened? That's rich, even for Kate O'Malley"  Neha said, before Will could speak,  "What do you even mean?"  René said,  "Um, Kate's getting a skank reputation? Like she doesn't care about someone after she sleeps with them? Don't tell me you haven't..."  "First off, René, shut up", Will said.  René looked like he had thrown a drink in her face. Charlotte intervened,  "Will, what the hell?"  He ignored her and turned to René, doing his best to contain his fury, and to make sure Kate wouldn't overhear.  "Lola is just another sad excuse of a person who doesn't deserve Kate. She's not even worthy of being the dust under Kate's feet. Now I don't care what everyone is saying, because I know what Kate is. She's the sweetest, funniest, most beautiful woman I have ever known. And she has a heart big enough to love people who don't deserve it. So if you hear anyone talking about Kate like you just did, please let me know. 'Cause I have no qualms about giving a piece of my mind to people who have anything bad to say about Kate"  The room was quiet as a graveyard. Kate walked in, clearly having heard everything. Will got up and strode over to her, his heart aching at the way she looked at everyone.  "Kate..."  "René!", Charlotte exclaimed, "Baby, come on"  Will heard their door slam and Charlotte yell at his back,  "Thanks a lot, Will!"  Kate called,  "Charlotte, I'm sorry! He didn't..."  He heard the door slam again, and Yan's low whistle.  Kate wouldn't look at them anymore. She mumbled,  "I need a minute, guys. Sorry"  "Kate..."  Will followed her into the bedroom.  One of his weakest moments that he could remember was the first time he had seen Kate cry. He was quite sure now that she might be crying in there, so he steeled himself. He tried his best to ignore the pain he felt in his heart at the mere possibility of her crying. His hand rested against the closed door. He didn't knock. He called softly,  "Kate? It's me - Will"  "Come in"  'If she's crying, don't you sympathy-cry again'  He opened the door and peeked in. Kate was sitting on the bed with her back to him. Will closed the door behind him.  "Can I have one evening without drama?", she said.  He walked over to her bed and sat down, maintaining a distance on purpose. Kate turned to him, and he exhaled in relief. She wasn't crying.  'Thank god'  "I'm sorry", he said.  She waved a hand dismissively, said,  "It's not your fault. Honestly, I'm not even mad at René. It's not like I haven't heard that before"  "Come on. That's not..."  "It's fine", she turned to him and took his hand, "It's really fine. I'm just living my life the way I want. People have a problem with it? They can suck it. I'm not bothered"  He traced her knuckles with his thumb, smiling,  "That's the Kate I love"  "Do you?"  He smiled wider,  "Of course I do. You're my best friend"  Kate smiled too, but he could only see sadness in it. She looked down at their hands held together.  "Best friends... You're my best friend too, Will"  "Lucky me"  Her hair had gone a bit askew, a strand falling over her forehead. He gently tucked it back behind her ear, fearing it might poke her in the eye. Before he could withdraw his hand, Kate pressed her face against it. He damn near melted from hearing her hum and seeing her close her eyes, seeking comfort from his hand on her face. Kate held the wrist of that hand and pressed a kiss to the palm, smiled at him.  'Jesus Christ, Kate... I'm not worthy. I'm not the prince you want. Not yet'  Like wrenching his heart out of her reach, he pulled his hand back. On impulse, Kate leaned forward and hugged him tight.  That broke all his resolve.  Will wrapped his arms around her small frame, clutching her to his chest. He could feel her heart beat right against his own. Much to his grief, it sounded like the perfect duet. Kate said,  "I love you, Will. You're my favourite person in the world"  He said, his voice huskier than before,  "And you are mine"  They were so close he felt her breath catching in her throat. She whispered,  "I am"  As much as he would have loved to spend the rest of the night - hell, the rest of his life - holding Kate, he knew he had to let go. He didn't trust himself to not blurt out something stupid that would ruin their friendship. Kate did it before he had to. She rested on his lap, her arms around his neck, and her face smiling down on him.  "Someday", she said, "You're going to make a girl really, really happy. She will be what you deserve. Smart, mature, profesh. The lucky bitch"  'I want you. No one but you'  Will just gave her a deprecating smile. He tucked the hair off her shoulder, his fingers lingering along the auburn strands.  "You ready to see the rest of the movie?", he asked.  "Yeah"  "Let's go then"  They held hands as they got off the bed and walked to the door. Will felt a tug at his hand as Kate stopped behind him. He turned to her.  "What's wrong?"  She wouldn't answer. She just stood there looking at him, like he had never seen her do before. Kate kept opening her mouth, trying to get the words out. Will encouraged her.  "What is it? You can tell me anything, you know that", he said.  Kate shook her head in despair. She said, releasing a shaky breath,  "Thank you. For what you said to René about me"  He smiled, pulling her to his side.  "Anything for you, Katie-bear"  She smiled back and lay her head against his shoulder. And they walked out, holding on to each other.

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