#listen to me. she's so elation coded

[kamisamawashinda-tte]

LET MY NAME ECHO IN SONG ✦⁂✧! [NPD flag colorpicked from Lady Furina de Fontaine 2/2]

[arcielee]

A love that burns.

Summary: Aemond is a man obsessed and you are the object of his unwavering devotion. Paring: Aemond Targaryen x Female!Reader Word Count: 1037 Warnings: Canon book Aemond, manipulation?, sexual themes, oral (female receiving), p in v, absolute depravity and murder. Author’s Note: This is a reader insert, but with the third person perspective, it is a bit Alys-coded kind of? (I rewrote one of her lines in F&B) A big thank you to @bhxrdy and @itbmojojoejo helping me fix some mistakes and for helping me choose the title 💜🦝 This story is dedicated to the wonderful, the talented @aegonx who gave me prompt #371 by @creativepromptsforwriting. She also made my nifty banner for my blog, so I owe her everything. I am always happy to attempt any requests, I just cannot promise a timely fashion, as it is more whenever the muse strikes. Tags (Tumblr kindred spirits): @aaaaaamond @annikin-im-panicin @watercolorskyy @schniiipsel @sylas-the-grim @aemondx @fan-goddess @babygirlyofthevale @httpsdoll @theromanticegoist @assortedseaglass @amiraisgoingthruit @theoneeyedprince @babyblue711 @girlwith-thepearlearring @hb8301 @lovelykhaleesiii @darylandbethfanforever9

He was a dragon incarnate with the blood of Old Valyria knitted within the ichor that coursed through his veins. Aemond was proud, tall and lithe, his broad shoulders held back despite the burdened weight of his reputation that preceded him–Aemond the One-Eye, Aemond the Kinslayer, but those utterances only rolled like rain against the scales of Vhagar; he was unbothered, unharried, especially now his role within the kingdom elated with the title Prince Regent, and with it the Conqueror’s Crown to wear. 

The metal and rubies held a weight that now grounded him, reminding him of his purpose, and he went to reclaim Harrenhal with the intent of killing every Strong bastard. 

Here is where he had found her, an eerie calm amongst the chaos, silent despite the cries of mercy as each person was brought to the courtyard and slain. She had watched, unblinking, with an expression that was akin to when Aemond had watched his nuncle take the head of Vaemond Velaryon in the Throne Room a year prior; it had been a moment that kindled a bloodlust that thrummed beneath his skin, a vengeance that could not be forgotten. 

That night, when she was brought to his quarters, she greeted him like an old lover, a sweet kiss pressed to his lips, her soft murmur, “I have been waiting for you, my prince.” 

She came from a noble house without the wealth of Westeros, but revered still and old, old enough to carry the blood of the First Men and its mystical properties. She had followed her sister to Harrenhal when she was chosen to be the next wife for Ser Simon Strong.

Both were now dead and she did not seem to care. 

“Then why did you choose to accompany your sister?” Aemond had asked her after; it was that intimate exchange shared in their bared embrace, nestled on sex soaked linens with her plush thighs serving as a pillow.

Her fingers thread through his silver hair. “The Isle of Faces,” and she smiled, as if she were stating the obvious; she leaned forward to give a chaste kiss to his lips. “I came to listen to the whispers of the weirwoods.” 

Behind closed doors he was intoxicated by her proximity, with an unbridled lust that replaced the blood in his veins, as if she were the very embodiment of his siren call. They fell into one another, and he felt something that burned within him, something that perhaps was always there and only now  ignited by her soft touch, by her gentle pull that brought him flushed against her chest. 

Aemond would worship her through the night, drinking her very essence until the brim of her overstimulation, until he saw her lashes clumped together from her unshed tears, and only then would he shift his weight between her thighs, flushed and slick from her peaks. 

He would move to press his heady cock, heavy and wanting, against her silken folds, and despite their many nights together, she would still feel split open, aware of the ridges and the veins of his thick member as he sheathed within. Her soft gasps came in response to his thrusts that would begin again the crests of ravishment that warmed her blood; and he would not stop his pace until she was a mewling mess, until the lewd sounds of skin to skin mixed with her cries of release, until his name was a repeated reverent prayer that spilled from her lips. 

Aemond hummed her praises, his hot exhale against the curve of her neck. “The gods made you for me alone,” he would breathe against her lips and they would part in a silent cry, her skin pebbling with pleasure. “You were made to take my cock, and you do so well.” 

His words brought her to the precipice and when she felt his hot pulse within her velvet walls, her own clenched in response to chase another climax with boneless ambition, with a sobbed release as the air tore from her lungs but she was breathless to reclaim. Only then would they curl into each other’s arms, their skin aglow with the intimacy shared, with the soft murmurs and quiet exchanges of lovers in their post-coital haze.

“I will have your son,” she promised him. “I can already feel the flames warming my womb.” 

She was always at his side, devoted, everpresent, with a severe gaze that served as a balm for the Prince Regent in the most twisted way. They called her his Blood Queen as she seemed to encourage a sadism that pulsed beneath, speaking that the gods knew what had to be done and that he was the vessel of their actions, always encouraging him to listen to the beckon of the blood of Old Valyria. 

Aemond became a man obsessed and she fed into his depravity; she spoke with such conviction and he believed her every word, her every prophecy. When she would take a boat across the waters, he would remain on the shore pacing like an animal caged, while Vhagar roared overhead, the wind beneath her wings causing turbulent waves that crashed against the lakeside. 

She returned as her namesake with blood that covered her hands and her dress; she would whisper what she saw to him alone, of what was to come and what needed to be done. On one such day, she spoke of the betrayal in the Riverlands, of those who had chosen to ally with the Blacks and their false queen. 

Aemond called for Vhagar and they climbed aback; she was knitted against his backside with her cheek pressed between his shoulder blades, and she could feel his rumbled command, “Dracarys,” to rain fire below them, scorching the very earth. She hummed her contentment, the scent of sandalwood and smoke, a scent that intimately belonged to the Prince Regent. 

Her arms curled around his slim waist and he looked down to see her small hand pressed against his chest. Though the histories would recall all the ugly things they had done, in this moment, as his palm reached to cover hers, all he thought was how their entwined fingers were so beautiful together. 

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[fxlling13]

13 x (fem) reader : women in suits

Warnings: none, implied smut at the end but nothing happens

There may be spelling mistakes

Synopsis: yaz asks you exactly what you find attractive. What happens when someone else overhears.

It was quiet on bored the tardis, sitting on the steps that lead down into the console room. The doctor was busy, tinkering away with some of the wires in the floor. Until now, it had just been us two. Yaz came rushing in, taking a seat beside me and pulling out her phone.

"Look at this!" On the screen I saw pictures of women with very prominent muscles. Working out, flexing or drinking protein shakes. Scrunching my face up, she almost looked offended at my response.

"You're telling me you don't think that's sexy?" Scoffing a laugh, I shook my head and saved my page with a bookmark. Boring book anyway.

"Sorry Yaz. They're just not my type." I told her, leaning back against the steps. Furrowing her brows, she typed something in then showed me the male equivalent. Men half naked in the gym with bulging muscles and other things.

"That's even further from what I like." Showing plain disgust on my features, she huffed with disappointment. After a few minutes of silence, yaz turned to me with a series yet curious look.

"Then, what is your type?" Blinking at her, I just shrugged. In all honesty, my eyes trailed along the room until they found the doctor. Shaking my head away from those thoughts.

"Okay then, what are you interested in?"

"I dont know?" Playing with my fingers, it was hard not to giggle at her annoyed groan.

"Well what do you have a soft spot for?" Looking up, I grinned at the thought and scooted closer.

"Women in suits." Nodding her head, the brunette shoved me playfully. We laughed together, caught up in our own conversation until someone cleared their throat. We came to and realised the doctor was stood in front of us with her arms crossed.

"What are you two giggling about?" She asked, raising a brow at our expressions.

"Nothing important." Yaz told her, still recovering. Humming at that response, she turned on her heel and stepped back over to the console.

"So, where we going next?" I jumped off the steps and stood by her side, wanting to get back out there. Smiling at me, the taller flicked some controls dramatically.

"Adoni, beautiful planet and home to some of the richest families in the solar system." Listening to her explanation, me and yaz shared a look.

"What are we going there for doc?" Smirking at the woman beside me, the doctor set in the coordinates accurately.

"A party of course."

Being told the dress code was black tie, I went back to my room and searched through the wardrobe for a dress to my liking. After a ten minute hunt, I came across a short, black dress. It was off the shoulder, made of velvet and had a belt round the waist. In the center of the belt there was a blue, jeweled planet shape. It was a beautiful dress so I decided it would be perfect. Quickly as I could, I threw it on with a matching pair of heels. Opting to have no tights, I did my makeup in record time and my hair following. Hurrying back to the console room, I found yaz alone there. She was wearing a lilac jumpsuit with heeled boots. Honestly, she looked extremely pretty but it didn't shock me.

"Well look at you! Careful, some alien might think you're a princess and kidnap you." Rolling my eyes, I laughed at her silly words.

"Be quiet, you look great!" Beaming at me, she did a spin in her fancy outfit for me.

"I'm so looking forward to this!" She sounded really elated and even dlapped her hands to prove the point. Nodding, I fixed my earing so it felt more comfortable.

"So am I, we've never done something like this before." My response was just as enthusiastic. So deep in our anticipation of the night ahead, I failed to hear a distant clicking sound.

"Exactly, imagine we actually go somewhere and nothing dangerous happens!" That would be the dream.

"Well, I'm glad you two are excited." Spinning around, my breath cought in my throat. The doctor stood in front of us, hands tucked away into her pockets. She was wearing a suit. A red suit. With a crisp white shirt underneath that had the first few buttons undone. My eyes wondered over her figure without shame as she and yaz exchanged a few words. Swallowing thickly, I looked down and saw she was wearing heels. She was actually wearing heels. The blazer was a little loose, how she liked it I'd come to notice. Her waist was slightly sinched by the pants that were a good length on her. Yes, she had worn a tux previously but this was so very different. A hand landed on my shoulder, making me flinch and look up to meet the doctors golden eyes.

"A little help, please?" Holding up a red silk tur in her free hand, I nod without question and took it from her. Trying to calm my thoughts, I fastened her buttons carefully, my fingers grazing her collarbone slightly. Wrapping the material around her neck, I pulled it over and under, forming it to make a tie. Tugging it right enough to sit perfectly, I stepped back and cast my eyes down.

"Thanks love." My face lit up at the pet name but I stayed frozen in place as she walked over to the doors.

"Ready guys?" The doctor asked, grinning at us both. Yaz ran over and stepped out before the blonde could. I followed behind them and looked around the new place in wonder. We were in a long corridor with maroon carpets and tapestry lining the walls.

"This way." She lead us downstairs the hall until we came to a set of doors with golden handles. Once they were opened, music greeted us along with a bustling room. It was very grand, having pillars in each corner and five crystal chandeliers. However, my attention was still fully on the doctor, as dumb at that was. Yaz grinned at me before pulling the doctor in and whispering into her ear. Pulling back quickly, she waved to us before walking off into the crowed.

"Where is she going?" I asked, watching her leave confused. Looking down at me, the doc just shrugged and took my hand in hers. She began to take me across the room. I could see a band playing royal-esc music on a raised stage in the back which, was setting the mood perfectly. Finding myself at a bar, the doctor let go and leant against the counter to wait for service. Getting a closer look at her now, I could see her lips were a shade darker. Lipstick too? She was going to kill me. A bartender came over and took her order, fulfilling it quickly.

"Here, its nice I promise." Raising an eyebrow at the purple liquid, I took a sip and was pleasantly surprised to find it tasted like cherries. Her hand grasped mine once again, as we strolled around whilst drinking our drinks. She spoke to me about the planet and the hosts of our party. It genuinely interested me but I kept getting distracted by my guide. Not being able to get over her look, I ended up staring multiple times.

"Want to dance?" Being caught off guard, I only registered what she had asked when the glass was taken from my grip. Weaving through the crowed, I found myself surrounded by couples dancing. The doctor placed a hand on my waist and held my own, with her other, securely. Resting free hand on her shoulder, I managed to dance with her gracefully. No idea how I managed to do that.

"I have to say, you're quite skilful with a tie. Did it faster than even I could of." Looking up at her, I almost replied before realising something.

"You know how to tie a tie?" Smirking at me, she nod and spun me round effortlessly.

"Of course. I was a man for thousands of years." Astonished, I just gaped at the smug woman. Falling back into step with her, the music changed to a more gentle, soft tune. A slow dance. Instantly, both her hands were on my waist, drawing me in closer. My arms wrapped round her neck, so close I could feel her breath against my skin. I shivered in response, embarrassingly. A trip like this was very out of the ordinary, especially for us. Usually it was filled with risk and near death. Not slow dances and fancy beverages.

"How come you picked this place doctor?" Humming, she made eyecontact with me and shrugged innocently.

"Thought you'd like it."

"Me? Why would I..." Trailing off, u thought back to earlier and the conversation I had with yaz. There was no way. She hadn't.

"You meant the party, right?" Again, that smirk returned and the doctor used one hand to tuck away some hair behind my ear.

"Maybe. Maybe not." Turning beat red, I stared at her completely speechless. It was all planned out perfectly, it had to be.

"You heard us?"

"Heard what?" Feigning ignorance, she looked around the room with a guiltless expression. Calming down, I internally laughed at how silly I was being. Of course, she would never do that. As if she'd eaves drop on our conversation-

"I wonder is yaz had found herself a well-developed lady?" My head snapped back to meet her intense gaze. Never mind.

"You did hear?"

"I might of done." Bewildered by her admittance, I swallowed down my nerves and let it sink in. She brought me here, dressed like that because of what she'd heard. Knowing how it would affect me.

"I'm taking it you like it then? Because your heartbeat has been through the roof all evening." My blush grew, climbing to my ears. By now, we had stopped dancing and were just standing in the crowd. Maybe it wad an inconvenience to others but I didn't care.

"Red isn't usually my colour but yaz told me you liked it." Ogling her outfit for thr millionth time that night, I gasped when the doctor gripped my chin lightly and forced me to meet her eyes.

"If I'd of know it would get you this worked up, I'd of worn this ages ago." My eyes flicked between hers and her lips. She didn't make any effort towards that though. Chuckling, the blonde tilted her head to get a better look at me, I felt small in her view.

"Did I mention how beautiful you look tonight?" Growing impatient, I wound the tie round my hand and tugged her down into a kiss. It was desperate until I felt her kissing back abd my whole body relaxed. Deepening the kiss, my free hand gripped the colar of her shirt whilst I could feel her nails digging into my waist. I unfortunately had to pull away once my lungs began to scream. Gaxing up at her, I smiled shyly.

"No, you hadn't told me." It took a moment for her to register that I'd responded to her last question, but she just laughed. Straightening out her suit jacket, I left my hands plaved on her chest.

"You have to wear this more often." Scoffing, she clasped her hands together behind my back, pinning me against her in the process.

"I'll see what I can do." Leaning up, I connected our lips once again. This time it was much softer, much more passionate. I could feel all the emotions behind it a smiled into it. For once, I couldn't really be mad at the doctor for listening into my conversation. I was actually glad that she had.

"Do you think yaz will be alright on her own?" She asked, peering over the crowd to try and find said woman.

"I'm not sure, why?" Shaking her head, she grabbed my hand and began pulling back over to the doors.

"Because, we're not done here."

[mobiusstripper]

Holy shit, I found you—-

Ok I have to say, I’ve been reading fanfiction for nearly half my life, and out of all of them, your Code Geass Britannia’s Daughters series are quite possibly the best I’ve ever read. Specifically “The Tigress.”

Just everything about it is perfect. The writing, Euphemia’s characterization, how small seemingly insignificant characters like the gardener Matiu have a bigger impact than one may realize, how they bond over how much they miss their loved ones, and how he comes up at the end when Euphy’s dying and she hopes he can come home to his daughter (I think her names Anahera)

Euphemia was up there as one of my favorite code geass characters, but your fanfiction quite possibly made her my favorite. I’ve probably internalized an unhealthy amount and projected it into canon to the point I forget that we don’t know her mother or what’s happened to her, or that we don’t know what her classmates thought of her, just things like that.

I’m not exaggerating when I say this fic changed my life, with Euphemia realizing there are things worth sacrificing if only for the chance, how every worm mattered and was worth saving even if they couldn’t save them all. I think about your piece of writing every single day, hell nearly every day during the school year I’d pull up your fanfiction and read it and just feel every emotion within. According to my archive history, I’ve visited The Tigress over 300-400 times….I need a life lol

Ok and with Cornelia’s pov in fics like When You Lie Howling (love the meaning behind the title) To start off, it’s just…the little things between the fanfictions. How in The Tigress Evelyn is hardly mentioned because Euphemia hardly remembers her but she’s much more prominent in fics with Cornelia’s pov because she was around. Or how the Tigress has a softer, more flowery feel with a bit of edge and suffering in the cracks, while When You Lie Howling has a very brutal, hardened feel with occasional flowers growing in the crevices. I feel like it perfectly characterizes the sisters.

Also, another thing I loved in WYLH is that scene with Cornelia, Evelyn, and baby Euphie. In between the hard exterior and feelings and thoughts of the second princess, we get a glimpse of what it was once like. I could legitimately feel the nostalgia, the faded edges a childhood memory has, and the melancholic aura. I’m pretty sure I cried once after reading it near the end between all the scenes of Cornelia’s heartache.

Even if it’s Never Enough….you really know how to destroy somebody, don’t you. All of Cornelia’s guilt is confronted, head on, and her feelings on how Euphemia might feel toward her and everything, which is heartbreaking because we’ve seen Euphie’s perspective and we know at certain parts she would never feel that way towards her sister. And not to get personal on main, but as someone who has sorta lost people, you’ve captured those feelings of grief and regret, very, very well.

Anyway, I am so sorry for suddenly invading your askbox with my brain rot over your fics, I am not exaggerating or making it up when I say I think about them daily and nearly forget they’re not canon, and that I really, really look up to you and your fanfiction. Anyway, have a good day/night

PS I have also read Noli mi Tangere, Look me in the eyes, and your other code geass works and I absolutely adore them too lol. These three in particular are just my personal favs

I have been thinking all morning about how to respond to this wonderful message, and wanting to make sure that I took the proper time to do so.

First off, thank you so much. You have absolutely nothing to apologize for; any writer would be elated to receive a message like this one. Especially those of us who have poured our hearts into our work for years in relative obscurity. To know someone out there has been listening. That someone got it. That someone opened their own heart up to ours. This series was one of the first places I ever allowed myself to be really vulnerable in my writing, and "The Tigress" in particular has so much of my unguarded soul in it. What you have written here means so much to me, and it absolutely made my day.

I have such mixed feelings about Code Geass' treatment of Euphemia. In so many ways, she felt like one of the "realest" characters to me. On the surface, she has all the trappings of the naive, sweet ingenue. And she is naive and sweet to a fault, but she's also so much more. She has incredible emotional intelligence. She is not afraid to put herself in real danger for what she believes in, and it she's not just some silly young girl who is too sheltered to know bad things could really happen to her. Multiple of her siblings have been killed in this conflict! She nearly watched her sister die on the battlefield! She knows what could happen to her. And, at the same time, she is also a sensitive teenage girl struggling with insecurity and loneliness. Nobody around her takes her seriously or recognizes her strengths.

It felt like they gave her so much dimension and then never really gave her the space in the story to fully explore all of it, to let her bloom into a full character. For all her complexity, she never quite escaped the fate of being used as a plot device. I wanted to, at the very least, give her final fate back to her. Make it part of her story. Not just a clumsy plot twist that creates shock value for the audience, guilt for Lelouch, and rage for Suzaku. (I consider it the sacred duty of a fanfic author to pull women out of refrigerators.)

Cornelia got the same treatment, arguably with even less insight. There were so many hints at complexity with her, but she was too relegated to the supporting cast of someone else's story for any of that to ever pay off in a satisfying way. What happens to her sister drives her - this woman whose entire identity was wrapped up in her station and her empire - to abandon both. Because she was a sister before she was a princess or a general. But we never get that story at all - only little glimpses of it whenever she happens to cross paths again with the main characters.

I am truly honored to hear that the life I have worked to breathe into these characters has helped bring them more to life for you. That small introductions like Evelyn and Matiu have made their impact. Because these characters carry a lot of weight. About what it means to be a woman in the Britannian royal family, to be one of many wives, to be a mother of daughters. About what it means to be a subject living under the Britannian boot, still trying to find hope for the future for one's children (and how an observant, sensitive girl like Euphie never even had to leave her own home, let alone the imperial core, to begin realizing and hating the ways she was unwittingly complicit in this web of suffering and oppression).

"Or how the Tigress has a softer, more flowery feel with a bit of edge and suffering in the cracks, while When You Lie Howling has a very brutal, hardened feel with occasional flowers growing in the crevices."

This is so what I was going for, and I'm thrilled that it came across so clearly. The way both of these women have suffered, and while Cornelia responded by becoming harder, Euphie responded by becoming softer. And how Cornelia believed that she could shield Euphie by making herself tough and standing between her and the realities of the world. But, all the while, those realities still got through, and Euphemia handled them in her own way. And then the lingering question of, did it make a difference in the end? Was the net result good or bad, or did it matter at all? And what comes next?

I have toyed with the idea of adding more works to this series because there are still so many corners I want to shine a light one, and knowing someone is listening makes me think it might be worth the effort after all.

[uselessboss]

Useless Effort(3/3)

“Again, no one came to visit her"

“At least this time they visited the first day right?”

The nurses gossiped throwing looks of pity at her.

“I hope you can get better!”

“I bet it has been super boring here right? When you get better we can go out for drinks!”

The bed next to her sure sounded lively.

How nice.

It reminded her of her time at school whenever she overhead classmates enthusiastically make plans to visit a sick friend or trying to cheer them up.

It reminded her of how unloved she was.

Because no one was there to offer such things.

A smile, a call… Her co-workers, her “partners” only deigned to visit her at most on the first day and even then their smiles were stiff and their body language made it very clear how much they didn't want to be there.

Miller didn't resent her powers. It was, after all, what allowed her to help and save so many people that couldn't be saved by normal human's limitation.

She also understood that it was why people distanced themselves from her. It made her too “different", too “inhumane”, too much of an “aberration” of nature.

She understood all that and yet it didn't stop her heart from aching as she looked at the display next to her.

People surrounded by family and friends. Laughing, having fun, sharing joyful moments together.

People that sought your company not out of obligation but because they want to spend time together with you.

She looked at the withering vase of flowers that she received on the first day of her stay by her current partner.

“Maybe they are too busy, after all they have to do my part while I am stuck here"

Those are lies she got used to tell to herself. Words whispered inward only for herself to hear.

Because she was a coward. Because she was afraid that if she spoke about them with anyone they would confirm her deepest fears.

The fear of being unwanted and lonely.

She was terrible naïve.

How could she think even for a moment that everything would be alright just because they were together again?

She thought that the “incident" was the only boogeyman in their past but by the way Andrews was acting it was clear that the scars ran far deeper than that.

It pained her to see her dear partner talk about himself like that.

Because he was such a wonderful and amazing person.

She wished she could make him see that. To make him understand how big of an impact he made in her life and how much he helped and saved her.

“Is there something wrong Miller?”

“Huh? Hunter? What are you still doing here late at night?”

“Andrews asked me to help him look over some older reports to get a better grasp at how he will direct our unit" Hunter sighs in annoyance “ I swear, that guy can be overly petty and childish at times"

“What happened?”

“He was groaning and grumbling non-stop while looking at Johannes' notes" Hunter pinches the bridge of his nose, exasperated.

“You two sure became friends in such a short time" that earned a chuckle from her “I am glad that you get along so well"

“Well… Yeah" Hunter hesitantly admits, slightly flustered. She could only smile at that.

Hunter had opened up to her and told her about his past and friendless background.

He talked about how he had a strong character and an even stronger and strict set of moral code to the point of coming of as overbearing to others,making him not be liked very much by his peers and having no one to call as a friend or be considered as one himself.

So Andrews was probably the first person Hunter regarded as such.

She knew they would get along but to have them become good friends made her beyond elated.

They were the sweetest, most considerate and reliable people she ever met so it was nice to know that they could also have each other's back if she wasn't up the task.

...Maybe there was even a chance for Andrews to have confided about this delicate topic with Hunter?

Hunter was a good listener after all.

“Hunter can I ask you something?”

“Yes, what is it?"

She talked about her concern over Andrews' well being, about how he still seems to be tormented by old wounds of the past and how she felt powerless and unsure about how to approach this situation and help her dear partner.

“… You know something Miller?” Hunter broke the silence after she finished speaking “Andrews asked me to tell him more about what happened between you and Johannes. Can you think why is that?”

“I… What?”

“He asked me because he had an inkling that you weren't being entirely honest with him” his expression turned stern “...Why were you putting the blame entirely on yourself?”

“…”

“Andrews also told me something else about his partnership with you, another side to it" Hunter continued “About his shortcomings as your partner”

Hunter sighs deeply.

“Miller… Why do you never acknowledge to being wronged or talk with us about these kind of things? Trust us with your feelings?”

He smiles sadly at her.

“Not talking about it won't bring closure to anyone you know?”

“…What do you mean by that Hunter?”

“We treated you badly Miller. We did things that we deeply regret to you so, because we are aware of the gravity of said actions, we want to take responsibility.”

Things always felt uncertain and awkward to her whenever she interacted with others. There was an unspoken rule in place to never acknowledge the elephant in the room lest the façade crumbled for good.

It was why she always felt so insecure.

Why she couldn't admit to anything.

But Andrews… Hunter… They did not avert their eyes. They didn't turn their backs.

They took a step forward, hand extended, posture firm and steady as they patiently waited for her.

It gave her courage.

Courage to get closer to them and take the hands offered to her.

“There are things that will take time for me to come to terms with" she admitted “But at the very least I can say that I… Want this.”

This something so dear and special built on genuine feelings.

“Hunter can I trouble… No, that's not right" she shook her head before correcting herself “Can I TRUST you with a favor?”

“Of course Miller"

“Miller wants to meet you for a talk"

“Sure, which meeting room?”

“None of them" Hunter smiled, giving him a neatly folded piece of paper “She wants to meet you at this place”

Andrews raised an eyebrow at the strange way his friend was acting but didn't question it, opting for carefully unfolding the paper to see what was going on.

His eyes widened in recognition.

He quickly turned to look at Hunter who smiled at him.

“Everything will be alright. Go on and meet her Andrews"

He had a lot of history with this bar.

Quiet, cozy, with a bartender of few words that minded his own business and his favorite table that sat on a corner, protected from prying eyes, giving him the privacy he needed as he ranted his misgivings away to the beer that served as his companion.

This was from a time he was always alone. Before he met “her".

“Andrews! Over here!” Miller waved.

“I never thought we would meet here ever again"

“Still as cozy as the day you showed me this place" she grinned, picking a french fry and nibbling it.

He sat on the comfy bench and without missing a beat he also picked a French Fry from the plate, shoving it inside his mouth and chewing it, the crunchy texture indicating that it was just recently ordered.

When Miller became his partner he showed this place to her after a particular exhaustive day as he was itching to blow some steam off and relax.

He was about to do as he always did and bitch to his beer when his partner asked if this time wouldn't it make it be better if he did it sober.

‘Why?’ he had asked.

‘So you know that now there is someone here to listen to you' she answered, embarrassingly honest and making his heart skip a beat.

God she flustered him to no end.

So, because beer was out of the table he decided to then settle for some appetizers instead.

It became a new tradition. To share a meal, to have someone to talk and listen to him.

It felt far nicer than talking to a can of beer.

…But it also made him feel far more emptier when she was gone.

He didn't feel like spending time here anymore and even the prospect of alcohol didn't look enticing to him.

It just made the loneliness too unbearable.

“So, what you wanted to talk about dear partner?”

“We didn’t really talk about everything that happened back then did we?”

“… Whatever do you mean?” Andrews tensed.

“The incident… My wound… All the things that keep hurting you to this day"

He felt sick. Like his insides were all being turned up, dread crawling through his skin, making him feel terribly cold.

He was so not prepared for this talk.

Miller reached for his hands and grasped them in her own, her thumb gently massaging his fists that he had unknowingly clenched until they relaxed, the tip of her fingers then sliding to touch the nail marks left on his skin, rubbing them until she smoothed them all out.

“There were things I didn't want to acknowledge that made me sad, things that hurt me"

She squeezed his hands, letting her mask fall. Finally showing this side of hers that she tried to hide for so long from everyone including herself.

“People being scared of me, plastering fake smiles to hide how much they disliked being around me. People that abandoned, rejected and isolated me. People that saw me as a freak"

It was painful to admit it. She had to put a brave front of everything being alright because she was scared to think that she might never belong, might never be accepted by others.

“And you Andrews… You never did that to me" she smiled “Or at least if you did you were willing to move past that to treat me as an equal and as a fellow human being"

“Miller that was the bare minimum required”

“And yet I was denied such treatment by most" she cocked her head to the side “I feel like there are some kind of misunderstanding going on here. Andrews… What do you think our relationship was really like?”

“…I took advantage of your kindness and unconditional forgiveness, I took your support for granted even when I did nothing to deserve it"

“I was your partner Andrews, of course I would support you"

“Yes, but I never did the same for you” he frowned, “You even had to worker harder and make up for my share many times"

“You make it sound like you were dumping work on me when you… Never did. You never ONCE asked me to help you Andrews" Miller ruffed, “I volunteered out of my own will because I actually wanted you to think of me as your partner and thus rely more on me"

“Still, I was a lazy, good for nothing, uncooperative asshole to you" he stubbornly refuted.

“Andrews I hope you don't take offense by what I will tell you now" Miller got up and leaned closer, placing a hand on his shoulder “YOU SUCKED AT PULLING THIS ACT UP"

“What.”

“How anyone was ever fooled by it is a mystery" she quirked her lips up in amusement “I don't know how it was with others but you clearly looked like you felt bad and conflicted whenever you did that with me. It was hard to take offense when you were the one most thorn up about it”

“Also, what is this nonsense about you never doing anything for me? Andrews, I think you are unaware of this but you spoiled me rotten"

“When that ever happened???”

“Offering me coffee whenever I was tired, telling people off whenever they were being inconsiderate, worrying over my well being and being mad at people that actually took advantage of me" She listed “This is a general idea but if you want me to describe specific moments I can do that too, because I remember all of them perfectly"

“Please don't, that would be too embarrassing”

Miller laughed as his ears burned.

“…Maybe it's kind sad and frustrating that you think nothing of what you did for me, treating it as if I am just settling for less when those moments were all so important and precious to me” Miller rested her head on her arms.

How could she properly convey the scope of what these treasured days meant to her? Her adoration? Her happiness? Her gratitude?

“You talked to me, listened to me, invited me to spend time with you even on our days off and shared so many wonderful experiences because you genuinely cared and appreciated my company. It made me really happy"

If there was someone in this world that she would be willing to trust wholeheartedly it would be him. Her dear partner.

“Andrews… I know it might be a painful memory for you but to me I can't help but think fondly of the day I saved you"

“I can't see how you could think anything good about what happened" he dropped his gaze, unable to see her in the eye “If I had done a proper job and checked my surroundings you wouldn't have to put yourself in harms way like that"

The color of her blood. The smell of it. He could never forget that awful and grotesque picture.

“… And afterwards wasn't any better. You were bleeding so much, your life was still at risk yet I just stood there like the useless piece of crap that I was so you had to save yourself because I was utterly unreliable. You were in so much pain and yet you were the one that had to reassure me"

There was no way he could forgive himself.

“You were in shock Andrews"

“That still doesn't excuse it!”

“I understand" she touched his face, making him lift his head “At least now I can say I understand how powerless you must have felt"

“I failed you"

“I don't think you did. At least not in the way that mattered to me"

“What do you mean?”

“I lied to you about one thing. About the origin of my other scars" she looked at her burnt arm “It wasn't an accident. I got them from trying to protect others"

So his hunch was right after all.

“I have a lot of unpleasant memories attached to most of these scars" her face hardens “Of a time when I was stuck on a hospital bed, when no one came to visit me and I had to watch in envy the bed next to mine being surrounded by people that are loved and cared for"

“Truth to be told I didn't want to do that. I didn't want to risk myself for my old partners at all"

Miller smiles at his astonished expression.

“Surprised? I am not as forgiving as you think Andrews" she jokes “Don’t get me wrong, I didn't say this out of hate or resentment, I didn't wish for harm to befall them despite everything"

“Then what would be your reason?”

“Fear. I couldn't help but feel scared whenever I had to put myself on the line for someone that didn't care at all"

He could sympathize with that. He didn't trust his old partners for the exact same reason.

“… But that day I wasn’t scared at all.” Miller's face softens “That time I didn't have to do it out of duty. For the first time I did it because it was something I actually wanted. I am proud of this scar because it's proof that I protected something important to me"

And she would never regret it.

Because he was there for her.

She no longer had to stare in jealousy the bed next to her because now she also had someone by her side.

Andrews went to see her at every opportunity he got, working hard so he could make time to visit her and making sure to text a message whenever he couldn't.

"I was lucky to have you as my partner at that time. I wouldn't even be alive after everything I went through if it wasn't for you"

"But I... Did nothing. Could do nothing. In your time of need, when you needed support and comfort the most I was unable to provide you that"

"It was hard" she conceded "The pain my body, mind and soul had to go through was unbearable and the thought that the only thing awaiting for me would be the scorn and hatred from people that would surely see me as a monster made me almost consider accepting death so the pain would stop"

But she didn't. Because of him.

"Then you came to my mind. Dying as a criminal... That wouldn't help you at all. It reminded me that even if there was a lot of bad things waiting for me I still had something good in my life to fight for"

"Andrews... You gave me a reason to live. You gave me a reason to persevere" her smile was radiant at this point, voice chocking with gratitude and tenderness "Your faith saved me. Even if the entire world was against me the fact that you believed me gave me the strength to move forward"

"..."

"For the record I also think fondly of the time we spent together. I too think of them as the happiest days in my life"

"I can't wait to spend more time with you Andrews. Just like the old days"

"Shall we brainstorm ideas about what to do on our next day off together then? Perhaps even bully Hunter to come along with us?"

“NOW that sounds like a plan!”

[xaharadesert]

MC with Love Language of Touch - Headcanon

Arcana Characters (Main 6) x MC

A/N: Back to your regularly scheduled headcanons :) this one is a pretty old request from @divinedaughterofposeidon! I’ll be going through the older requests before moving onto the new ones, but with finals coming up I’ll probably spend more time writing and procrastinating instead of studying! Please let me know if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes! Requests are open :)

❤️Julian❤️

This man is absolutely a complete cuddle bug

You want a hug? He’s dropping everything (sometimes literally) to give you one immediately

You never need to worry about feeling too clingy with Julian— the man isn’t exactly distant himself

Honestly, you may even have to pry him off yourself to get him to do other things

It started as a joke, but now whenever the two of you go walking somewhere he holds his arm out so you can link yours with his like he’s escorting you around a fancy ball

This can cause a problem every once in a while, when one of you sees something interesting and nearly yanks the other off their feet to pull them to it

Sometimes when the two of you are relaxing at home, Julian will lay down with his head on your lap, holding one of your hands in his own, just gently running his thumb over your knuckles

He’s elated to have someone who doesn’t mind some of his more clingy tendencies, and he adores that you’re so willing to hold him as close as he wants to hold you

🧡Portia🧡

Physical affection is one of her favourite ways of showing you just how much she adores you!

She feels like sometimes she’s so busy that she doesn’t have enough time to properly articulate how much you mean to her, so quick hugs and squeezing your hand as she walks by are nice substitutes

Speaking of squeezing your hand, it becomes almost a little made up language for the two of you

Not like Morse code; it’s much simpler than that

One squeeze for “I love you”, two for “see you soon”, three for “I’ll miss you”, etc

When she holds your hand on walks it’s almost like having your own mini conversation

Obviously she’d prefer being closer to you, maybe cuddling or hugging or taking a nap together, but when you’re both so busy it’s nice to know that a couple hand squeezes will make up for a lack of time

💛Lucio💛

Listen, you’d be hard pressed to find a clingier man than him

Like, seriously, just try to pry him off once he’s latched onto you

He doesn’t care if it’s unprofessional, if he has to be in some sort of boring meeting, one of you is sitting in the other’s lap (or less, just cuddling— he will have a couch brought into the room solely so that he can cuddle you)

He likes to have you on his right side so that he can feel you properly— his golden arm is amazing, but he likes to run his hand up and down whatever bare skin of yours he can reach, and it’s not quite the same with a metal hand

Sometimes if he’s feeling extra clingy while you’re having a conversation with someone else, he’ll stand beside or behind you and lean in really close until your faces are practically smooshed together

It works great for weirding other people enough for them to leave you alone as well as making you laugh, which is one of his favourite sounds

💚Muriel💚

Out of the main love interest’s, Muriel is perhaps the most unused to touch

I mean, he’s obviously not touch-starved, seeing as that would be nearly impossible while having Asra as a friend, but with how large he is, he can sometimes be a bit nervous when showing physical affection

He tries his best to be gentle, never hugging you too hard, and constantly asking if he’s being too rough

He’s even a little nervous to sleep in the same bed with you, worried that he may role over and squish you or accidentally smother you

But he does enjoy it when you use him as a pillow when cuddling or sleeping together

He’s still a little anxious, but having you draped on top of him relaxes him

Not only is it pleasant to have full-body contact with you, he finds the pressure of having you lying over with your full weight to be grounding

💙Asra💙

Everyone knows for a fact that Asra likes to be in physical contact with you, whether they even wanted to know that or not

He is consistently touching you in some way, whether it’s an arm around your waist while talking with a vendor, or locking your pinkies together in a crowded space so you don’t get separated

If you just happen to be laying around somewhere at home, reading a book, taking a nap, or just daydreaming, he will drape himself over you like a cat

He likes to be as close to you as possible, and sometimes acts like a bit of an octopus by wrapping himself around you and refusing to let go

After so long of not being able to hold you the way he wanted to, he cherishes every moment he can spend pressed up against you

Even if the two of you are having a disagreement, you’ll probably just have to sleep with your backs pressed against each other because he would miss you too much otherwise

You’ll never even have the opportunity to miss his touch because he will constantly smother you with affection every single chance he gets

💜Nadia💜

At first you may think that she’s not really one for touch, but you’d be wrong

As someone who is constantly standing tall and somewhat intimidating above all else, she finds it relaxing to just scoop you into her arms at the end of the day and smother you with love

She has a bit of a hard time expressing herself through touch at first, seeing as most of her previous relationships were devoid of such comforts, but once she finds her footing, there’s no stopping her

One of her favourite things to do is run her fingers through your hair, and style it, if you’ll allow her

She adores having her haired played with as well, as she finds it soothing

If she has a busy day, and not much time to spend with you, she’ll never fail to gently caress your cheek before she heads off to face the day

[safertokiss]

Concentrated Interests

A/N: Hola my friends! This fic was my entry for the Secret Fic Swap I participated in with a couple of close friends on here and it was written and dedicated to @nerdgirljen​. It was so much fun to write and thank you guys so much for all the support and love!

Pairing: SPENCER x READER

Category: Fluff and SMUT

Word Count: 3.3k

ENJOY:)

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MASTERLIST

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Spencer had never really understood the concept of soulmates or love at first sight.

In his mind, it defied pretty much every scientific law about human interaction out there and was simply a coping mechanism for those who were romantically unlucky. At least that was what he had thought until a certain tech analyst walked through the BAU’s doors and into his life. 

He was frozen. Totally and utterly enamored by the woman his eyes were currently attached to. He watched her stumble into the bullpen, a large box situated in her arms, seemingly impairing the entirety of her vision and coordination, evident by the way she kept bumping into things in her path. It wasn’t until she hit a particular desk corner and spilled the contents of the box, her belongings scattering across the floor, that Spencer broke out of his stupor and took action. 

“Woah there, let me help you with that!”, he exclaimed, immediately rushing to her side and starting to collect some of the fallen items to put back into the box.

“Oh, thank you so much. Gah, this is so embarrassing. I promise you I’m not always this uncoordinated and clumsy”, she explained with a nervous chuckle. After everything was picked up and they both had stood up from their crouched positions, she hurriedly straightened out her skirt before outstretching her hand. “Hi, I’m Y/n.” She immediately noticed the slight panic that crossed his features at her gesture and was momentarily confused.

“I-uh-I kind of don’t, um, do the whole hand shaking thing. Yeah, uh, the number of pathogens spread through a handshake is staggering. It’s actually safer to...oh god I’m sorry you didn’t ask for a full-out science lesson. It’s, um, really nice to meet you, I’m Reid. Doctor. Spencer”, he sputtered out nervously.

Chuckling softly, Y/n retracted her hand, opting to instead lightly nudge his shoulder. “Well Reid Doctor Spencer, it’s nice to meet you too”, a teasing smile adorning her face as she spoke. Spencer quickly felt a warm blush spread across his features at the absurdity of his introduction.

“S-sorry about that. What I meant to say is that my name is-”

“Pretty boy!”

Both of their heads swiveled towards the sound, searching for the source, before landing on a man across the room.

“Hotch needs us in the briefing room. Stop flirting with the new girl and get your ass in here!” They watched him walk away chuckling before turning back to each other.

“Pretty boy huh? Well I guess it’s fitting, I mean you do have really nice cheekbones and dimples. And your eyes are kind of beautiful. Not that I ummmm-not that I think you’re beautiful or anything, it’s just uhhh...um...I’m gonna stop talking now.” Spencer could feel the blush returning to his features, watching the same happen to her, from the frenzied rambling that had just poured from her lips, but he found it endearing on her and quite honestly, really adorable. 

“I-uh I gotta go, you know, um deal with that, but it was very nice meeting you”, he sputtered out, sending a small wave in her direction. She shyly giggled at his nervousness which was surely reflected on her end as well. “See ya around Reid Doctor Spencer.”

“Spencer. It’s um-it’s Spencer.”

“Spencer”, she repeated back softly, nodding him off with a gentle smile on her face.

~~~

Spencer Reid was in love. The longer she was around him the more he realized he was completely and utterly in love with her, all of her. She was perfect in his eyes, intelligent, funny, a bit nerdy and just so adorable. The problem was just that he had absolutely no idea how to tell her how he felt. He had never really been the type to express his feelings to someone, especially to a girl as beautiful as Y/n. 

The female species wasn’t exactly his strong suit and he was very aware of that fact, painfully aware. However, he stayed hopeful that someday soon he’d muster up the courage to express his affinity for her. Realizing that today was definitely not that day, Spencer tried to push his conflict to the back of his brain so he could try to get some work done. Not before noticing that Y/n was slightly late, though.

Less than a minute after he noticed her absence, she came bursting into the bullpen with the largest grin adorning her features, an obvious pep in her step. Spencer watched as she skipped over to the rest of the team who were gathered around Emily’s desk, close enough where he could pretty much hear the majority of the words exchanged and profile their reactions.

He heard JJ ask what was making her so chipper this morning, and he chuckled softly to himself as he heard her immediately start rambling about whatever had her so elated. 

“Oh my god guys, you’ll never believe it! So a couple of weeks ago a good friend of mine asked me to help her with her website, because well...tech geek and all, so I got to mess around with all the software and went crazy! I was able to fiddle with the source code a bit and authorize a super high CRO and SEO to get her website out there. Not to mention all the growth hacking I was able to curate! Cool right?”

Y/n stopped to take a breath and noticed that the entirety of the team was staring at her with vacant expressions on their faces. She looked on with widened eyes as she asked, “What?”

“CRO?”, JJ questioned. Morgan awkwardly chuckled out a similar questioning tone, “SEO?” Of course that left Emily to bring up the rear. “Did I hear growth hacking in there?”

Her face scrunched up in confusion at all the questions that had just been hurled her way so suddenly. “Huh?”

“Baby girl we have absolutely no idea what any of the things you just mentioned are or what they do”, Morgan explained with a sympathetic smile on his face, as the other members nodded in agreement.

Spencer watched as Y/n’s face quickly morphed into one of utter disappointment at the knowledge that her colleagues had no clue what she was going on about. She had seemed so excited when she entered the bullpen earlier so he assumed she was probably very much looking forward to getting to talk all about it with her friends.

“Oh...that’s ok. Sorry for bothering you guys, sometimes I just get a little too excited and tend to ramble. I’ll um-I’ll talk to you guys later.” Y/n flashed them a small smile before making her way over to her desk, situated across the room near Spencer. 

“Hey Spence”, she shyly waved as she passed, a deflated look on her face. Trying to lift her spirits at least a little, he returned her gesture with a huge grin and wave, happy to see her smile brighten a bit at his enthusiasm. 

Once she was seated and facing away from him, he immediately found himself feeling overwhelmingly upset over her predicament. He hated seeing her look so defeated and down, she didn’t deserve to ever feel like that. She was simply too angelic for those kinds of feelings to permeate her mind. 

Spencer wished more than anything that he knew what she was talking about so she could go to him. He’d let her ramble to him for hours on end if it meant he could listen to her melodic voice and see her beautiful face up close. 

All of sudden Spencer slapped his hand against his head and groaned, “Of course you dipshit”, before pulling up a couple tabs on his computer.

For the next few hours his work was forgotten as he studied and learned pretty much everything there was to know about technical analysis and the programming that Y/n seemed so ecstatic about, anxious to give her, at last, a companion to discuss her passion with. 

~~~

“See you later Reid!”

Spencer’s head snapped up as he heard the people around him saying their goodbyes and goodnights, realizing that he had been distracted by his screen the entire day and that it was already time to go home. He watched as his friends walked out together, all laughing about something that Morgan had said, before noticing movement in the corner of his eye. 

As he turned his head he noticed that the only person who was still there in the bullpen with him was Y/n, and she was staring at the posse that had just exited the room, a longing look plastered across her features that broke his heart. Taking a deep breath and deciding it was now or never, he rose up from his seated position and made his way over to her, hoping that he had learned enough to lighten her mood.

“Hey there!”, he exclaimed when he had found himself right behind her. As soon as the words started escaping his lips, she jumped in her seat, her hand flying to her heart.

“Jesus Christ Spence! You scared the complete shit out of me!”

Chuckling softly at her overreactive response, he moved to sit on her desk, facing her heavily breathing sitting figure. “Sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I just saw you that you were still here and was wondering why you hadn’t left with everyone else?” She quickly looked down and blushed at his questioning, embarrassed of her answer.

“Oh I-um they just looked like they were having a lot of fun and I didn’t really want to interrupt so I thought I’d stay back for a little bit to-uh finish up some stuff.” Once she finished her unconvincing explanation, Spencer leaned back a bit and studied her. While this was something he found himself doing often, always getting distracted by her spectacular figure, he focused on her body language more than anything, noticing the dark circles underneath her eyes.

“Y/n, you look absolutely exhausted. Have you even been sleeping lately?”, he asked, genuine concern laced within his words.

“Y-yeah I haven’t really. I’ve kind of been pretty preoccupied in the last few days helping out a friend. It’s really fun, but it’s also very time consuming”, she stuttered out, a small smile gracing her lips.

“Oh right! I had heard you mention that earlier today! That must be awesome getting to basically build your own website!”

“I swear I feel like a kid in a candy store doing that kind of stuff. I just find it so relaxing and exciting at the same time!”

“I totally get it. I was really impressed with how well you were able to manipulate the site’s conversion rate optimization-did you know that a site’s CRO and SEO are considered as two of the most essential tools required to run a thriving website or online business. It’s actually astounding how much the results differ between competition depending on their efficiency.”

All Y/n could do, while Spencer rambled on and on about her most passionate subjects, was sit there in complete awe. The sound of the tech-geeky words that spilled from his beautiful lips was simply orgasmic. Never had she met someone who seemed as enthused as her when it came to all her technical endeavors, and she didn’t know exactly how to react. Her biggest crush on the entire planet was sitting in front of her spouting off facts like they were going out of style.

However, amidst all the wonder that circulated through her being, confusion washed over her.

“Wait hold up! What’s going on Spence?”

“Uhhh, what do you mean?”, he questioned shyly, a blush coating his face.

Narrowing her eyes at him she expanded her questioning. “I’ve known you for months now and I can guarantee I have never once heard you mention anything even remotely technical. In fact I’ve heard you explain time and time again how confused you are by the complexities of the simplest of technology. Spill, pretty boy”, she demanded, maintaining eye contact with him.

Figuring out that he had been caught, he shyly lowered his head as the blush on his face deepened, embarrassment coursing through his veins. “I-I noticed how excited you were this morning when you came parading into the office, the wide grin that adorned your face, the skip in your step. And I heard you ramble on and on about your friend’s website and you just seemed so damn happy and then they basically just shut you down right away because they didn’t understand and I-uh I hated seeing you like that and wanted you to have someone to talk to. So I spent all day today researching and learning so you could have someone to talk to, so you wouldn’t feel alone. I-I’m sorry if that’s creepy or if it’s too-”

Spencer was suddenly cut off mid-sentence as lips smashed against his own, effectively shutting him up. His eyes immediately widened at the bold action, before he melted into the kiss, desperately responding to her fervent advances with an equal passion. 

Y/n moaned into his mouth as his tongue probed at her wet lips, begging for entry. The feeling of their tongues entangling was euphoric and they both wanted, needed more. Spencer gently grabbed her and, turning so they were both facing it, lifted her onto the desk and stood between her legs. As the kiss deepened, their hands began to tear at each other’s clothing, Y/n hastily undoing his tie and dress shirt as he all but ripped off her blouse, groaning at the sight. 

“God Y/n you’re so fucking beautiful.” He watched her eyes roll back into her head at his words as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him even closer. “Please Spence, I need you. I need you so much baby.” His eyes sparkled at her desperate plea, mirroring her need wholeheartedly.

Backing away slightly he unzipped her skirt and dragged it down her legs along with her panties, quickly reaching up to also unclasp her bra. “You’ve got me baby, you’ve got me.”

She surged forward and reconnected their lips, her hands weaving their way into his hair and tugging hard. The groan that escaped his throat lit her body on fire and further ignited her need for the man in front of her. His hands, that had been cupping her face, drifted downward stooping to briefly toy with her breasts before reaching his intended destination.

She moaned loud and deep as his hands cupped her sex, gently rubbing his fingers against her. He could feel her buck her hips slightly, searching for more. Receiving the message loud and clear, he inserted his pointer finger into her, reveling in the throaty groans that poured from her lips. As he added more digits into her and gently rubbed her clit, their lips moved rapidly against each other.

Y/n needed more, letting her hands lower to the obvious bulge that was straining against his slacks, palming him incessantly. Moaning hoarsely, he pulled away and quickly undid his pants, desperate for some sort of relief. As he stepped out of his slacks and boxers, he watched her eyes widen as they took in the sight in front of her.

“Woah.” He nervously chuckled at her response.

“Uh t-thanks?”

Giggling at his uncertainty she reached out and dragged him in once again, feeling his swollen tip bump against her, both of them moaning at the euphoric feeling. Realizing how fast things had moved, he pulled back slightly to search her eyes. “Are you sure baby?”

Falling even more in love with him, her smile widened as she nodded. “I am so very sure Spence. I-I love you.” She watched the grin that spread across his face at her confession.

“God Y/n, I love you so fucking much.” As soon as the words left his mouth, he lined himself up at her entrance and swiftly thrusted into her dripping heat. The overwhelming feeling caused both of them to let out matching groans of pleasure, Y/n latching onto Spencer and wrapping her arms around his shoulders to get a grip. Once he was sure she was ok, he started slowly thrusting in and out of her, soon setting a steady pace.

“Oh Spencer! You feel so perfect inside of me! So, so good!”, you exclaimed, cries of pleasure leaving your mouth.

“Baby you’re so warm and tight around me, I love you so much!” 

“I love you t-too!”

He gradually increased his already brutal thrusts, Y/n feeling herself fastly approaching the brink of ecstasy at the hands of the resident genius. Leaning back on her elbows, Spencer used the opportunity to pound even harder into her wanting body, his own release just around the corner. 

“Are you going to cum for me pretty girl?” She couldn’t control herself after hearing his dirty words, unaware that he was capable of such a thing, feeling her eyes roll back once again. She nodded fervently, about to crash over the edge. All rational thought was out the window once his fingers found her throbbing clit, rubbing incessantly, catapulting her into her climax, her pussy clenching around his rigid cock as she came.

“Oh my god Spencer!”

Her reactions were simply too much for him, groaning and moaning uncontrollably, finding his thrusts sputtering out of control as his cock twitched deep inside of her, quickly reaching his highly anticipated orgasm. She felt his seed fill her up completely as he panted out her name over and over again, both of them coming down from their highs, breathing deeply.

“Wow. Fucking wow,” she blissfully sung, a wide grin coating her lips.

“Y/n, baby, that was insane. You’re insane.”

He helped her off the desk so they could redress and finally leave the office, noticing how late it had gotten. They couldn’t help themselves from sending each other giddy smiles as they put on their clothes and eventually made their way down to their respective cars. 

Neither one of them seemed ready to leave each other just yet, some unspoken feeling crackling in the air between them. Taking the initiative, Y/n leaned forward, gently connecting their lips in a kiss that held the same passion from earlier, but was much more relaxed and romantic. Pulling back after a few moments, Y/n’s eyes sparkled up at Spencer’s as she spoke.

“Spence, what you did earlier...no one’s ever done something like that for me. You have no idea how much it means to me that you would go out of your way just to make me feel comfortable and happy.”

“Y/n, I promise you I wanted to wholeheartedly. Nothing matters more to me than your happiness. I just-I just love you so damn much. I think I have since you walked in and dropped all your shit on the floor”, he said chuckling. 

“Heyyyy, that was one time jerk”, she defended, a matching chuckle evident in her voice. “But I know what you mean. I think I’ve loved you since you introduced yourself as Reid Doctor Spencer, that memory will forever be embedded in my mind.” She couldn’t stop the light giggle that fell from her lips at the thought of their first meeting.

Meeting her eyes, suddenly a bit shy, he gently cupped her face, “What if, from now on, I introduced myself as your boyfriend?”, he asked cautiously, anxiously waiting to see how she reacted to his proposition. Instead of answering right away she jumped forward, throwing her arms around his neck and connecting their lips once more.

“I would love nothing more, my gorgeously intelligent boyfriend.”

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Constellation

Part One | Part Two | Interlude | Part Three

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, Gen Relationships: Female Jedi Consular | Barsen'thor/Male Republic Trooper, Jedi Consular | Barsen'thor/Republic Trooper Characters: Female Jedi Consular | Barsen'thor, Jedi Consular | Barsen'thor, Qyzen Fess, Yuon Par, Parkanas Tark-Lord Vivicar Additional Tags: Angst, Tython, Emotional, Mentioned Mutual Pining, Fluffy, Sad, Melancholy Returning to Tython after shielding the last master suffering from Vivicar’s Force plague, Aitahea is faced with more struggle in her efforts to heal the Order and keep the Force in balance. Tired, injured, and longing for someone she can’t have, perhaps ever, the lines of her responsibility as a Jedi and her own convictions begin to blur. As Aitahea nears the end of her quest to save Yuon Par and the other Jedi Masters, she’s confronted with painful revelations and answers that only give rise to more questions. Shouldering the lives and minds of Jedi across the galaxy – alone – may prove to be more than Aitahea can bear.

Part Two

“Thank you for coming. I have made all the preparations for the ritual to find Lord Vivicar.”

Yuon turned to greet Aitahea with a rueful smile. “I plan to create a connection between us, using your shielding ability. If it is - was - Parkanas, this should work. Drawing on your strength, I will invert the link between myself and Vivicar and use it to sense his location.”

Aitahea didn’t know the details of what Parkanas might have experienced, nor did she wish to know. She did understand that as a result of what had occurred on Malachor Three, Yuon Par and Duras Fain were the parents of Laranna Fain. All of the Masters involved had abandoned Parkanas, whom they should have protected, she realized in dismay. That’s what the Jedi were, protectors, defending the innocent and championing justice, weren’t they? What did it mean, truly, that Yuon had called Parkanas weak?

“Don’t expose yourself to Lord Vivicar’s influence any longer than you must, Yuon.” Aitahea found herself whispering a plea. “Please.”

If this failed, it would cost lives, Yuon’s and Aitahea’s surely among them. In the quiet moments after her crying had passed, she’d discovered a calm remnant of strength, her private conviction that being a Jedi meant protecting everyone she possibly could.

Focusing on these newborn doubts would not benefit anyone. Her trust felt shaken, but Yuon had never brought her to harm before.

“I won’t. For your sake, as well as mine.” Yuon sighed, resignation in the drop of her shoulders. “There are risks. For one, the shielding you gave me on Coruscant will be severed.”

Aitahea flinched. The shielding had become a comfort, perhaps not so unlike the Force bond that some Masters and apprentices formed through training. But as a shield and not a true bond, it was more akin to a signal she could check at will, adjust, improve, and repair as necessary. Aitahea thought of both Yuon and herself as fiercely individual in certain ways, and she’d never truly considered the implications. It had simply been so crucial, so necessary.

“I don’t know what will happen then,” Yuon continued, looking focused and prepared again. “It’s possible I could die once your shield is gone.”

“I’ll protect you, Master.”

“With your strength to sustain me, we will do what we can.” Yuon forced another smile, little more than a grimace. “No matter what happens, you must give me as much time as possible. Reversing the link may be a long process.” She knelt on the carpeted floor. Aitahea followed suit, while Qyzen stepped back to lean watchfully against a pillar.

“Let us begin.”

The Force wrapped her, whole and complete, and Aitahea suddenly recalled a childhood visit to an artificial sea on Coruscant. She’d been young; the memory was little more than a hazy sensation of warm, buoyant safety. Yuon’s presence across from her smoldered like the banked embers of a fire, steady and glowing.

Sinking further into the lull of meditation, Aitahea found herself adrift in the numinous experience of the Force. On Tython, with her own Master, under the watchful eyes of the Council, Qyzen’s comforting presence near them, in the safest place in the universe. All was as it should be. For a moment, she rested calmly in the knowledge that she had everything she needed.

Then Yuon’s gentle warmth grew abruptly fierce. An unnamable distress gripped Aitahea; the profound embrace of the Force around her shuddered. An unnamable something snapped, and Aitahea gasped aloud at the acute absence of her carefully constructed shielding. Her eyes flew open to see Yuon swaying.

“Yes, yes – it’s working. I can feel his mind and… uhhh… I can feel—I…” Yuon’s words trailed off, reeling listlessly for a horrible moment. Just as Aitahea was about to call her name, Yuon’s eyes opened.

Only they were not Yuon Par’s eyes. With horrible, sickening recognition, Aitahea felt the tendrils of darkness that she’d battled for almost a year once again entangling her beloved Master. When Yuon opened her mouth, it was not her voice that spoke.

"She can feel the power that she’s challenging." Yuon slowly stood, motions mechanical. “There is no hope.” Aitahea reeled back in alarm, and Qyzen hissed a sibilant curse. Vivicar laughed, examining Yuon’s body as though it were a costume he wore.

“Yuon has drained your strength and made herself vulnerable to me. Still arrogant and reckless.” Turning back to Aitahea, Yuon’s head tilted in a horrible parody of affection, her Master’s face a rictus of agonized delight. But it was Vivicar’s voice that uttered her name.

“Aitahea.” She shuddered but held her ground. “You don’t look as strong as you did last time we spoke.”

Inhaling slowly, Aitahea raised her eyes to meet the horrible, mindless stare in her Master’s face, thoughts racing to find a response. “I know your name,” she exhaled in a shaky whisper. Vivicar twitched Yuon’ lips into a smirk but offered no reply. Aitahea continued, voice trembling. “You were once Parkanas Tark, a brave Jedi. You could be that man again.”

“The past means nothing,” Vivicar growled, waving a hand. “All that matters is the future, which doesn’t involve you, Aitahea.”

She clenched her jaw at his mockingly familiar use of her name, restraining a distraught scream of please stop. It would only fuel him further.

“See how Yuon’s will crumbles before mine.” Vivicar threw Yuon’s head back with a laugh, casually plucking her lightsaber from her side. Aitahea felt frozen; she could not bear fighting Yuon again, not after Coruscant. But when Vivicar ignited the blade, the usual lively green replaced by unthinkable red, she stumbled back in incomprehensible terror. Every cell of her being shrieked at her to flee. Yuon’s careworn face sneered down at her with unrecognizable hate. “Fitting, that two of my enemies will destroy each other.”

Stunned into a blank, silent moment by the abject horror of her present, Aitahea observed her own motions as if they were saber stances, performed by an initiate in practice. Lightsaber hilt to hand. Ignite. Ready position. Block, but if the blade isn’t fully —

Aitahea was shocked to find herself pinned brutally against the back wall, the ruby blade just inches from her skin. Qyzen was already aiming, but Vivicar flung out Yuon’s hand and threw him to the opposite corner. Aitahea took that moment of barest distraction to send Vivicar himself flying, then climbed unsteadily to her feet and placed herself between Vivicar and Qyzen.

Vivicar drew Yuon’s body up, limbs dangling as though they were on strings, a youngling’s broken toy. Qyzen pushed to his feet again, growling a string of curses behind Aitahea, who hesitated at the sight of Yuon’s lolling head and drooping eyelids.

At serious risk of toppling over, Yuon bent unnaturally and picked up the saber that had tumbled from her hand. Aitahea could sense that Yuon had been knocked unconscious by her reckless, panicked Force push, but Vivicar still drove her lifeless body forward.

“Parkanas Tark, Yuon Par was your friend!” Aitahea dodged a clumsy thrust. “Did she never once show you kindness, that you can do this to her? Release her! Parkanas, please!”

Aitahea blocked a second inept strike, and for a moment, Yuon’s eyes cleared, her voice was her own. “Aitahea!”

Vivicar stumbled back, clutching at Yuon’s head and keening pitifully. Yuon’s saber hilt clattered to the floor again. Aitahea reached for it, only for anguish to pierce through all her shields, white-hot agony suffusing her. Distantly, well beyond her own tormented scream, Aitahea somehow heard Vivicar’s wail become Yuon’s voice again.

“It… It worked!” Yuon cried, her own eyes peering out from her spent, elated face again. “Listen, Lord Vivicar… he’s out in deep space, on some sort of vessel… the coordinates!” Her hands reached out, beckoning.

Aitahea, panting in the wake of the assault, looked around for the datapad they’d had nearby, hoping that it hadn’t been damaged in the struggle. A cluster of Jedi had crowded into the doorway, alerted by the unusual commotion. Aitahea found and handed the datapad to Yuon, who began softly muttering as she searched the galactic map.

“He’s surrounded himself with defenses. Send this. It’s his code. It will give you… time to get aboard.”

Yuon pressed the datapad back into Aitahea’s hands, then sank to her knees again, clutching at her head. “No—the darkness… Vivicar’s will is too strong!”

Over one shoulder, Aitahea addressed anyone who was listening, fighting an overwhelming fatigue. “Fetch the Council and a medic immediately!”

“Yes, Master!” came a chorused reply as several youthful volunteers scattered. A few others began to clear the hallway in a spurt of practicality.

“I can’t hold on! Please, kill me!” Yuon threw her head back, arching her spine, a strangled moan tearing itself from her throat. “End it now!”

“No, Yuon. You’re safe now,” Aitahea soothed, Qyzen thankfully at her side again. He lifted the datapad from Aitahea’s hands so she could pull Yuon into her arms, willing the shattered shielding back in place.

Excruciating moments passed, punctuated with agony that Aitahea couldn’t identify as hers or Yuon’s or a lingering effect of the ritual. It was tedious and exhausting, like the time she’d attempted to paste back together a statuette of Master Gnost-Dural that a youngling under her care had broken. Pieces had been missing, and she’d been unable to fully complete the repair. Now, she filled in cracks and breaks with what felt like pieces of her soul.

Finally, the shielding began functioning. She could feel every straining fissure.

Yuon groaned, shook her head, and pulled herself from Aitahea’s tenuous grasp. “The darkness… it’s gone.” Yuon passed a hand over her face, blinking as though she’d woken from a long slumber.

“I’m glad, Yuon,” Aitahea murmured, swaying. Yuon started, suddenly recognizing her former student’s distress. She grasped Aitahea’s shoulders, steadying the other woman.

“You—you look exhausted.” Guilt flickered over Yuon’s face like a shadow. “Aitahea… You have sacrificed so much for me.”

Aitahea offered a doleful half-smile, struggling to keep her eyes open. “The Jedi way is to serve. Vivicar should no longer be able to influence you, Master,” she assured Yuon.

Several Padawans rushed into the room and began fussing over Yuon, her keepers that Master Satele had mentioned during their first meeting, she assumed. Qyzen leaned down and offered a scaly arm to support Aitahea as she struggled to her feet.

“Your shielding has driven him from my mind,” Yuon said. Brushing off the exasperated Padawans, she caught Aitahea’s other hand between her own. “Thank you.”

Palm to palm, Aitahea sensed the delicate strength of her shield, already showing signs of deterioration. “Of course, Master.”

The Padawans rushed in as soon as Yuon released Aitahea’s hand. “I—I must rest.” She blinked, and two of the Padawans took her arms, making soothing sounds. “Master Syo and the Council. They must hear of what we’ve learned.”

“Herald needs treatment for injuries,” Qyzen added as Yuon was pulled away.

Aitahea felt utterly wretched yet single-mindedly determined to end the plague as swiftly as possible. They knew where Vivicar was hiding. They could end it all in just hours.

“The Council first, Qyzen.” Aitahea lifted her hand experimentally off Qyzen’s steadying arm, feeling the lump in her throat tighten when her legs quivered. She took a breath, then a step, and finally waved for Qyzen to follow. With a shake of his head, Qyzen acquiesced, staying a step behind her.

By the time they’d reached the Council chamber, Aitahea had reached deeply into the Force to dampen the pain of her injuries and the fatigue of conflict. It didn’t eliminate her agony, but it allowed her to focus long enough to deliver her debrief to the Council.

“The ritual was a success,” she began. “Lord Vivicar is out in uncharted space in a hijacked vessel, the Progress. He knows I’m coming.”

“Now only your shielding ability can stop him,” Master Satele said, the other Masters nodding their consensus.

“You’ve shown great fortitude and once again saved Master Yuon, despite the odds.” Master Syo leaned forward in his chair. “But Lord Vivicar will have made preparations, and he still has his greatest weapon—the plague itself.”

Aitahea took a tremulous breath. “I believe I can save him, Master Syo. Now that I know who he really is, I could return Vivicar—Parkanas, that is—I could return him to the light.”

Syo shook his head. “A noble thought, Aitahea, but don’t take unnecessary risks. Your shielding ability is our only hope.”

Master Jaric finally spoke. “Jedi, you’re exhausted. You need medical treatment and rest.” Qyzen grunted beside her in rare agreement with Master Jaric.

“There’s no time to waste, Master. We must move now, before Vivicar strikes back,” Aitahea argued. “I can recover en-route; I have a very capable crew waiting.”

Syo glanced at Satele, then gave Aitahea an reluctant nod. “Go to the coordinates quickly. And, Aitahea—may the Force be with you.”

Aitahea accepted the dismissal with a shaky bow, unable to trust her voice, and left the Council chamber. Qyzen followed, arm steady as he offered it to her again.

“Herald cannot—”

“Qyzen, we must,” Aitahea interrupted. “I’ll rest on the Luminous, Sia will manage the flight, and Tharan and Holiday can offer some assistance, I’m sure.” Qyzen hummed a skeptical agreement but said nothing.

They limped to the shuttle pad. Aitahea idly hoped there wasn’t a trail marking their path after she noticed the oozing wound at her hairline. No wonder the Council had looked so concerned; she probably looked a fright. With the coordinates already sent to Prelsiava onboard the Luminous, they could leave as soon as they were onboard. Then she would rest.

Qyzen mindfully guided Aitahea to a seat on the shuttle. She spent a few moments in unsteady healing efforts, but her grasp of the Force felt tenuous now, soaring thousands of meters above the sacred ground of Tython. Finally, Aitahea shambled on leaden feet through the orbital station to the Luminous, ready and waiting.

See-Too made a little stuttering gasp of alarm when he saw Aitahea climbing the stairs to the main deck and tottered over to fret as they ascended the stairs; Qyzen had kept her upright through the orbital station, but Aitahea’s fragile strength was nearly spent. “Master Jedi, we must get you to the med bay at once!”

“Kriffing hell, Ai.” Sia pushed past the droid, slinging Aitahea’s arm over her shoulders. “What happened to you?” she asked, dragging the barely-conscious Jedi to the med bay. Between them, Qyzen and Sia got her onto the observation bunk while See-Too went in search of Tharan.

Aitahea roused, seizing Sia’s sleeve. “Are we leaving?” she whispered, eyes briefly opening to squint blearily at the pilot.

“Got underway as soon as you closed the hatch.”

Aitahea sighed deeply, the faintest smile on her lips as she closed her eyes again. “How long?”

“Six hours or so, if I got the calculations right, and I always do. You’ve got to rest. I’ll get Tharan and Holiday in here to patch you up at least, bandage that head wound. Don’t give me that line you always do about self-healing.” She folded her arms, disapproval in her narrowed eyes. “You’re starting to scare me, Aitahea. Very little in the galaxy scares me; you know that. When does this end?”

“Soon,” Aitahea murmured. Sia sighed but didn’t press her further.

“You’d have been better off staying on Tython where they have a full medical suite, you know,” Tharan mentioned casually when he walked in, Holiday on his heels. He scanned a few labels before selecting a medical stim and a sedative from their supply. “Fortunately, See-Too has done exceptionally well keeping our stock current. You’ll recover quickly.” He unceremoniously injected Aitahea with the drugs, efficiently bandaged her obvious wounds, and then ushered everyone briskly from the med bay. Aitahea was asleep before they left.

Her wrist comm beeped; a call was coming through. Aitahea stirred but drifted back into stillness once the alert ceased to sound. A few moments later, the missed contact’s ID popped unseen onto the display:

Lieutenant Erithon Zale.

Constellation: Part One | Part Two | Interlude | Part Three

[justalittletomato]

How would Maul and Savage react when Y/N eagerly announces she’s preggers?

Anon, get ready for a drabble because I wanted to write this out. 

a message from your friendly medical droid (soon to be Dad! maul X Reader)

You had bumped your head, nothing more, but the medical droid did its job anyway scanning and spraying the injury with bata.

Okay maybe there was a bit of blood and you might have lost a moment of consciousness, but you were perfectly fine.

Maul wouldn't listen to that and asked for the medical droid to examine you in the infirmary. Despite your protests and attempts to escape, Savage and Maul merely took you by the arms and deposited you on the cot. Maul just shook his head as you again claimed, “I’m fine,” he would not let you go until the droid checked you over. You grumbled maybe from annoyance maybe from the pain but your reaction kept you on this cot as the brothers went away to check over the next part of the agenda. You laid back and let the droid do what Maul requested not even your override code stopped the droid.

“ Your scans state otherwise the fall only resulted in a small laceration but your brief loss of consciousness needs to be monitored. Extensive damage might have harmed your baby.”  

You quickly scrambled up, “ My baby?” you pulled the droid back who had done its required task, the words repeated in your head, “ your baby.” the droid waited for the order, “Full scan now!”

The droid pulled up a screen, “ Y/N, age __, human, arrival for suspected head trauma and loss of consciousness resulting from routine training. The wound is superficial with minimal concern and no further signs of concern, the patient is awake. Further scans show the patient is around 7 weeks pregnant.”  You let the droid go and lay back, 7 weeks, only 7 weeks, you considered all the stress of the past month, the missions, the meetings and restlessness, yes, you and Maul had been trying, oh Maker. Your hand dropped to cover your belly, 7 weeks.  

The little face you had once imagined was finally real, your tears began to spill and you couldn't help but cry in joy, “ My baby” you whispered. “ Our baby.”

“ Further investigation requested?” the droid chirped, you didn’t wipe your tears and turned to the drop nodding with vigor, “ Yes, everything, please.”

Savage watched as Maul kept chiming the comm on again, no response, another chime this time to the medical droid, nothing but static, he hissed and threw the comm down, “ She’s been gone for too long and the damn droid won’t respond, I’m dismantling it.” the anger was only leveled with concern, “ It should have informed me if something was amiss,”

The yelp of pain and the slump as you feel down on the mat, the pure terror on the look of the Mandalorian when Maul threw them aside to reach for you.

“ She’s fine,” Savage attempted to say his brother from his dangerous habit of thinking the worst

“Are you a medical doctor?”  Maul bit back.

 Savage glared at him, “ I don’t have to be a medical doctor to know it wasn’t an injury that needed a medical droid, you reaction..”

“Was warranted,” Maul retorted, he slammed a hand down on the desk “

If something were to happen..” he angrily picks up the comm up again, once more static.  Concern and the brush of panic began to paint its self over his form.

The comm chirped, “Y/N?!!!”  he couldn’t help but shout, Savage watched as the moment of elation quickly blew away.

“ Please report to the infirmary” the comm chirped, “She-“ the line went dead.

The comm collapsed into itself in a mess of wiring and machinery. Maul took off with Savage after him regretting trying to calm his brother.  

You know how, you still know right?

Tracing your fingers over the small faint outline, your tears continue to fall as you stare at the scan the droid had given you.  Your eyes fixated on the focal point at its hearts. Twin hearts.

The droid had graciously recorded the beats, all routine of course, but this was much more than that. This was the first sound your child made.   You close your eyes and let the rhythmic sound of twin hearts beating wash over,  oh you could sit here and listen to the sound forever.

“Starlight??” you hadn’t registered that Maul and Savage had come in, your husband breathless and looking at you in disbelief. The bacta had done its work and despite the light of the infirmary you managed to almost glow even with your eyes shining with tears. Maul immediately embraced you, sighing in relief that you were alright, you are alright, aren’t you?

“ The damn comm went dead and that blithering droid didn’t check in as expected”

That explains that, of course, your darling would burst in after such delay. You already see Savage backing the droid up to a corner, ready for his brother to give the word to tear it apart.  “ There’s no need Savage, leave it alone.” you interrupt

Savage puts down the droid who stops beeping and chirping in distress. Maul raises a brow,   “But Starlight,”

“Forgive the droid. I asked it to delay informing you.”

You couldn't help but hold the pad closer, hoping to wait for just the right moment to play that wonderful sound.

He pulls away and looks at you concerned, “ Delay informing me?” That panicked look is back,”  Y/N if something is wrong we will take care of it,” he was spiraling, he cupped your face, “ Everything will be alright, I swear it will.”

Now you had to tell him now, oh you loved him you truly did but Maul was not one to be kept in suspense,  “My darling Dawn, everything is fine,” he won't relax his hold, “Please breathe and just listen,” he takes the moment to follow your lead and waits. His golden eyes still on alert as you begin to play the recording.  

He furrows his brow, unsure of what to make of it, “ Heartbeats..” you show him the pad, and watch as his face shifts to disbelief. His hands move to take the pad into his own, “ Twin hearts…” he stares at the scan, “ This is…” he can’t say it. Like you he traces the shape, “ Starlight…this is” he replays the sound, once more and then again.

“Our baby.” you gently whisper. Maul puts the pad down, his eyes fixated on your collapsed hands over your belly, “ Our…” he tries the word in his mind, “ Child. ..Our child?” he hesitantly places a hand on yours, you quickly move yours to have him place it flat on your stomach.

A smile finds its way on his face, you had never seen such a gentle smile on his face, “ Its faint..but their there…our little one,” he presses his forehead against yours and closes his eyes, his hands pressed firmly on your belly, “ Our baby’s heart flutters, thier perfect, just perfect”  of course this affirmation leaves you crying again and Maul holds you close, one arm around you and the other on your belly.  

Savage watches the exchange, the shock and elation in his brother’s face, and the tenderness as he has a hand on your belly. You finally look to him and smile, “ So Savage ready to be an uncle?” the older Zabrak laughs and wraps his arms around the both of you despite Maul’s protest to be careful with you are all but ignored as he manages to lift you both up in the air,   “It's about time!”

[saffron-nova21]

X. Waking Up

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Warnings: Strong language, angst, Suna is an asshole. It’s gonna hurt. :)

The first Light Mode is Shinsuke and call/second Light Mode screenshot is Y/N

Dark Mode is the twins.

It had been two really long weeks. And in that short span of time, you’d lost your best friend and most everyone at school’s support. Everyone loved the volleyball team, and by extension, Atsumu Miya. After coming up with their own assumptions about how you’d hurt the twin, they turned their back on you.

Even the volleyball club had.

The only person you had backing you up, currently, was Shinsuke. And even then, sometimes you wondered if he wasn’t beginning to waver as well.

That didn’t matter right now, though. Losing most every friend you had didn’t matter, at all, right now. Because Rintarō was waking up. And he’d know what to do. Suna Rin always knew what to do, when it came to making you feel better.

That didn’t matter right now, though. Losing most every friend you had didn’t matter, at all, right now. Because Rintarō was waking up. And he’d know what to do. Suna Rin always knew what to do, when it came to making you feel better.

In a few moments, you’d find all that hope that swelled up in your chest absolutely crushed.

   Though currently, all you were concerned with was the elated feeling of knowing that your boyfriend was awake and he was okay. You’d finally get to hug him again, to take naps with him, and to sit on his lap after a long, hard day. You’d finally get him back. And after two long weeks of feeling shunned by pretty much everyone within your school, you desperately needed him.

   After you’d been allowed into the room, you looked around, noticing Rintarō was sitting on the edge of his bed, talking to Rei, who brightened immediately as she pointed towards you in excitement. Everyone missed the look of confusion on Rintarō’s face. His father was talking to the doctor, while his mother was standing near, listening to the conversation. But after seeing you, she just smiles, a few happy tears trailing down her cheeks. It had been two weeks, a short amount of time, seemingly. But every one of those days had dragged by like and eternity, everyone hopeful, as each day came and passed, that this would be the day he woke up.

   Nodding at you and waving you on, the older woman shoos you toward your boyfriend. With that encouragement, you take a few steps forward, moving in front of him to wrap your arms around his neck, being wary of his injuries. “I missed you so fucking much.” You whisper into the crook of his neck, so caught up in your emotions that you hadn’t noticed the way he tensed up, until it was too late.

   “I’m so glad you’re awake, I can’t tell you how much I’ve missed you, Rin. The team misses you, as well. The twins have been driving Shinsuke cra -”

   His reaction is delayed, but as soon as he’s able to regain himself, he’s shoving you off of him and giving you a look of clear annoyance, effectively silencing you. “Don’t fucking touch me.” He spits, brushing himself off lazily, as if you’d soiled his clothes just by touching them. “Excuse me, do I fucking know you?”

   You furrow your brows, looking at him for a moment in confusion. Was he joking? Your eyes flicker to his mother, who looks just as surprised by his hostility towards you as you do. Your eyes shift back to him hesitantly, to which he responds with a scoff. “Are you brainless? When asked a question, you’re usually supposed to answer, you know?” His tone was one you hadn’t ever heard from him. It was condescending.

   All of the hope that Suna could make things right, with how dull your life had gotten, recently, dissipated. Instead, the weight on your shoulders grew and it felt like it was going to crush you at any given moment. You can’t find it in you to speak for a moment, finding it hard to even breath. Though with a tug on your sleeve from the eight year old beside you, you shake your head and respond... Well, as well as you can, at least.

   “Rintarō, I’m... We’re... We’ve...” You can’t quite manage to speak through your distress and confusion.

   So, Rei speaks for you. “Rinny, this is Y/N, don’t be silly! You two have been dating for like a whole... Two years!” She grins happily, not quite reading the room. Though she was eight, that was to be expected. “You’re gonna marry them, remember?” The little girl takes your hand and shows off the dark promise ring on your finger. 

   Rintarō’s eyes soften as he looks down at his little sister, a smile crossing his lips. “Hey, kid, why don’t you take mom and dad and go get us some sodas? I’m parched.” 

   Rei watches him suspiciously for a moment, before smiling and turning to you, grinning. “You want a drink, Y/N-chan?”

   Swallowing the lump in your throat, you can’t look away from Suna as he locks you in an intense gaze. “No, I’m good, Rei. You go ahead...”

   His parents frown a bit at the thought of leaving you both alone, with Rintarō’s hostility, but they both cave, when Rei starts tugging on their arms, dragging them out of the room, the doctor quickly following behind.

   Suna stands slowly, making you shrink and take a step back from him, still trying to process - why couldn’t he remember you?

   “Doctor mentioned some shit about amnesia. Roughly four or five years of lost memories.” He states, eyeing you and raising an eyebrow. “You’re attractive, I’ll give you that. So what was it? A bet? Friends with benefits?” Rintarō crosses his arms as he eyes you over, watching your confusion further.

   You finally manage to speak. Though it’s hard with the way your heart has dropped to the floor and with the lump in your throat, just barely containing more tears shed. Why, on top of everything else? “What? What do you mean?”

   He scoffs and runs a hand through his dark hair. “Come on. I wouldn’t actually date anyone for so long, without some benefit.” He laughs a bit in amusement, shaking his head as he looks at you. “Wait... You’re serious? I actually gave you that shit?” His pointed gaze shifts to your hand.

   You nod and let out a shaky breath. “There was no bet, Rintarō... I... I can show you pictures of our dates and all of our texts, if you want, but... We... We’re a couple... We’re happy.”

   Rintarō continues to watch you through lazy eyes. “Were. We were a couple. We were happy. Past tense, darling. I don’t even know your name.”

   “Y/N... Y/N Kita.” You respond quickly. “Look, it’s - it’s fine that you don’t remember me, but... Will the amnesia wear off?” 

   “Doctor says probably so. Could take a while. He also said hearing people talk about memories we had might help.” He shrugs nonchalantly. “Hurry up and get out your phone, I want to see that supposed proof.” He holds his hand out for you, no room for question resting in his tone.

   Gingerly handing your phone over, Rintarō lets out a sigh, noticing you’d forgotten to unlock your phone. Though to both of your surprise, he opens it, typing in the code with ease. Then, he scrolls through your phones, spotting the familiar screen and apps, finally finding your photos. “You have me as your background? Really?” He spares you a short glance, before looking through your photos, most of them with him. “If I’m your boyfriend, who’s this? With the piss colored hair.” 

   “Atsumu. He’s got a twin named Osamu. We’re all second years at Inarizaki. We play volleyball with them. He’s... He was my best friend.” You rub your arm uncomfortably as you stand there.

   Rintarō nods, letting out a hum of acknowledgment, before going to your texts and finding his contact, tapping on it. “Clingy thing, aren’t you?” He notes, before beginning to read through.

   It’s a long few moments before he speaks again, shutting off your phone and handing it to you. “Do you remember anything?” You ask, attentively monitoring his expression.

   Shrugging, his lips quirk up a bit in a lazy smirk, “No, but like I said. Doc said it might come back. So, let’s hear more about this relationship of ours.”

   As much relief washed over you at his words, you were completely unaware that this wasn’t the Suna you had met three years ago, who had matured enough to allow himself to get close to you and eventually fall in love with you. This wasn’t the Suna Rintarō who you’d fallen in love with. This was a very different person, in every sense of those words. 

Rintarō doesn’t curse at you, or around you, really. Anyone who knows him, knows he can have a foul mouth. But, he tries to be better for you.

Rintarō matured a lot, over the course of the two years that you both dated, and even the year that you both new one another, before you started dating.

Yeah, that follow from Kuroo, a couple of chapters ago? That’ll be coming into play soon 😊

Well, I hope you guys are enjoying! Sorry I didn’t post yesterday or today. It honestly slipped my mind! So I hope you’re ready for a multitude of chapters, soon! 😅

You guys better be getting something to eat, drinking some water, and taking care of yourselves mentally and physically! Remember, I’m proud of you, no matter what, and I love you! You’re doing great, love! Keep it up! 🤍

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[jam-heathen]

90-92 super combo

Hello! Okay, so I did not forget about this! I merely struggled to think of anything good, got entirely side tracked by school being difficult, and then had to wait until yesterday night at 11:30 pm to have an idea worth rolling with, all of which is to say I’m sorry this took so long, but I finally did this, and I hope it’s decent. Prompts are: “Forget it.” “That’s in the past.” and “You make me happy.” (which I kinda cheated, but here we go) 

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Derek Nurse is of two minds as he and Dex look around this place. There’s a practical part of him that knows booking a tour of a haunted house, no matter how nice it is, objectively ridiculous. The location isn’t awful, a bit away from the city but certainly not a deal breaker, and it’s certainly bigger than their current place. They’re looking for their second apartment out of college, though; something much more two bros living it up in Boston rather than the soft suburban domesticity of the countertops Nursey’s currently admiring. If he’s honest with himself, which Nursey has a policy of restraint with, the quiet and vulnerability of the image this place conjures might fight their dynamic better anyway.

The better part of Nursey, however, is elated. It’s not particularly often he gets to tour around supposedly haunted houses, and as reluctant as he is to admit it, Dex is just the right amount of superstitious to make the whole experience that much more fun. The tour through the house has been uneventful so far, but there’s a pleasant back and forth routine as they walk through the house. Nursey will point out a great place for potential hauntings and Dex offers up his best on the fly scientific explanation for whatever phenomenon Nursey comes up with. He’s in the middle of listening to Dex rattle off one such explanation about refrigerators and the noises they’re prone to making when Nursey walks squarely into a ladder.

A ladder up.

Presumably to an attic.

Dex apparently sees the glint in Nursey’s eye before the idea is even voiced, because he’s immediately shaking his head. “Oh, absolutely not, Nurse. I care about you deeply, but I will not be going into a possibly haunted attic. Forget it.”

“You’ve spent time in the Haus attic,” Nursey smirks through the ladder rungs, “and Ransom swore up and down that it was haunted.”

“Okay, first of all the most dangerous thing about the Haus is probably the couch and that’s only because it’s a health code violation,” Dex rattles off without hesitation. It takes every fiber of Nursey’s being not to laugh, but he manages to let Dex continue. “And second, even if it was haunted, that’s in the past. I am a whole grown ass adult now with self-preservation.”

Nursey shrugs his shoulders. “Fine, you don’t have to go into the attic, but I 1000% am going up there and seeing what’s around.”

Nursey makes it halfway up the ladder before he hears a sigh and something suspiciously like “horror movie protagonist type fucker” follow him up into the attic.

The attic itself is nothing special compared to the rest of the house; it’s dusty in the way unused living rooms are, but really not so bad for what looks to be primarily a storage space. Dex stays by the entrance, but Nursey walks in further to explore. He’s kind of unfairly enamored with this space. A few old books stick out from piles of boxes, and the small window on the far wall conjures up images of potential cozy reading spaces in Nursey’s mind.  Bean bags and bookshelves would be incredible up here with all the natural light during the day, and warm lamps at night would make it a perfect space to wind down for the day.

“At least the window’s nice,” Dex offers, making his way over to inspect it. “Sealed correctly and a good size for this placement.”

Nursey’s about to explain his grandiose vision for an attic library in response when the attic door closes with a sudden thud. “I didn’t do that.

“I know... Nursey, please tell me that door isn’t locked.” Dex doesn’t sound quite scared, but he doesn’t quite look comfortable as Nursey crosses over to the hatch in the floor.

Nursey tries it once, twice, three times before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. “Okay, so it locks from the outside, but it’s okay; it’s fine, I can text the realtor and she can come get us out of here!” When Dex slumps down against the wall under the window instead of replying right away, Nursey gets worried. “Will, I am so fucking sorry I—”

“Nursey,” Dex interrupts, just barely keeping the giggles out of his voice, “in your own words: chill.”

To his credit, Nursey does take a second to steady himself and sit down beside Dex, but he still feels bad. “I’m serious, I really didn’t think anything would happen coming up here, and ghosts or not I’m sorry you’re stuck with me.”

Dex shrugs, leaning ever so slightly into Nursey’s side. “I mean, this whole thing is fucking ridiculous, and it’d be more convenient if I could come get you unstuck from this stupid attic, but if I had to be stuck with anyone, I’m okay with it being you.”

“You’re not mad?”

Dex does snort a laugh at that. “I reserve the right to reevaluate if I get haunted by ghosts, but not really no.”

Nursey’s quiet for a moment, mostly because Dex’s tone feels much softer than he deserves right now. He’s not quite sure what to do with all of this, but Dex seems content to let him sit with it for now. Nursey, on the other hand, feels no such contentment leaving things where they are. “Listen, not to look a gift horse in the mouth here, but why are you not mad at me? I don’t want you to be or anything, but I feel like you have the right to be mad.”

Dex knocks his foot against Nursey’s ankle, shooting him a soft smile. “There’s worse ways to spend a Saturday, Nursey. I don’t know, hanging out with you makes me happy, I was already planning on us making a day out of whatever nonsense we got into, this is just a change in location. We’re good, okay? I like spending time with you, even in a probably not haunted attic.”

The look on Dex’s face is remarkably earnest, and there’s some part of Nursey that thinks somewhere along the way things shifted between them; either the air feels heavier, or he feels lighter, but either way he thinks this moment could be incredibly important to them. It’s frustrating how Nursey’s not sure of the right thing to say at a time like this. Everything feels either too much or not enough, too vulnerable, and yet insincere. He wants to say something, to respond to the soft look Will’s giving him in the afternoon attic light, but none of the right things are coming to mind.

Before he can say anything though, the realtor finally gets the door to the attic open and bursts the bubble between them. Maybe, Nursey thinks as he follows Dex back to the ground floor, if he’s lucky, he’ll get that moment back and hold onto it for good this time.

[kissmyathens-2121]

Hoping hysterically that our collective connection is open to bubbly notes about us riding in an able sea faring boat on my lap where she floats and is convulsing with happiness and begging for Olympic brand strokes.

As much as most, when we casually toast ,

wine, cheese and super market Brioche,

bread for your ample ass cheeks when we are sitting so high and mightily.

Quietly, we are solemnly stoked.

Invoked to retire to a scene that's somewhat remote?

Unless your smile literally lights up like flashes of lightning and greatness likened to the brashness of paparazzi, takes fabulous photos of disappearing sweet brown sugar dick into your pink perfection and I cannot deny.?

The perpetual motion of the moment has peeked.

Drunk, stoned and freaked.

Drowning in your saturated snack of a laborious lap.

Comatose kisses held as dearly as naked exposed nipples in rays of natural sunshine during our midday naps.

Holding you hostage in my mind to the most maximum design.

She's just so surreal and surprisingly sublime. For we both savagely hold only a momento in the moment.

I imagine in the recesses of my daydreams that she asks if she is mine.

But she is her own business, even when we are alone.

She sings the syrupy songs that entices both of us to never stay alone to sway and moan. Melodious moods intertwined in a Musical dedication of this fleeting moment, we both stow away in this dream ship.

We laugh heartily, lustfully and drunkaldly as we both dare to scheme.

We seem to see and are equipped to leave this as we once dreamed it would be?

So you must surely See?

She is just so oily slick that it makes me seasick.

So I dive into her blossom with all of my might. Please and Yes.

My heart screams as our eyes embellish for the moment.

Your Aura overflows, then leaves me disarmed and heart struck for your angelic importance as it powers my chemical response to your stimulus package on your juicy honey roasted kisses strewn about your back porch.

The one you super size everytime you let me slide through your hidden compartments.

And now the window to my soul is almost closed.

I can let you in here.

Yes ma'am, you are so electric to us here?

My misguided manhood is still here.

Answer the phone and rearrange the bones.

We exchanged change in a way that seems strange.

With fingers and tongues and pin number codes.

Biometrics I am arriving at your smile so unexpected.

You brought the best out of me with only a whisper.

We are simply God with smiles, on fire with our bodies liberated from the insignificant costumes we wore when we first met?

I am your irrational reality with clarity on most Saturdays.

Balls and Dogs.

Beers and tears.

If I ever made you cry?

It would be the orgasmic affirmation you have been asking for when you thought that the Universe wasn't listening?

Glistening happiness allover your face in my adoration flavored elation summation.

I am lost, crossed with malice and liplocked with Alice deep in your wonderland.

Engaging your fuzzy bubbly cute little rabbit as hoppy as we may ever be.

Bury me please? beloved on my birthday or the next Thursday somewhere deep In and out of the rankness of your lap.

Out of my mind in your embrace, for I am not dead until you allow me.?

Only dying to try my cunning linguistics with words expressing vibrating verbs of how we speak without saying words?

Just nasally noises muffled in our moistness and minds on meds in beds and against her curves.

Slim juicy performer I should express how much I like your moves?

While we laugh and hide under covers and we even close the blinds?

I should be so selfish?

If you keep maintaining such sufferable perfection in the midst of this molested massacre and blinded likew someone losing their grip on what is real and what is actually good for me,?

I'm sure?

Kill me now, baby love, with your Kitty cat lady fat.

Let me meat my muse and maker and the star of my greatest manifestation of elation summations.

She gets to make me meatier and marvel at her mistaken masterpiece.

Temporarily, of course?

Enjoy my this my soft precious feline, For you are the homemade dessert on the menu for this glorious buffet.

And I will forever be famished. Starving for just a little more of your special attention.

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[johnnys-coors]

Could you do one we’re tommy has a crush on the reader and so Johnny helps tommy by giving the reader 10 leaders (1 a day) and he like saying in the letter like how much they like the reader and some stuff abt them so facts etc. so when the last lettter came he tells the reader to meet him at the beach and soooo he standing there and stuff soooo then tommy asks the read out to like a diner and they end up going to a diner just of them and then they end up dating

Letters Made of Hand

Castles Made of Sand -Jimi Hendrix

Characters: Tommy, Johnny, and Y/N

Contains: fluff, kissing, and feelings

Y/N speeds up her walking, she is going to be late to Geometry. Passing by a row of lockers, she narrows her eyes to see '047D'. She rushes to her gray locker, hurriedly calculating her combination. “Ah, shit!” The lock has stopped moving, it's jammed. A few passerby's stares are felt on Y/N's back. The frustrated teenager’s cheeks grow red from the sudden attention. She glances at the clock right above a classroom next to her. Y/N has two minutes.

A raspy voice asks, "Do you need help?" Y/N whips her head to the right in surprise. Fluffy platinum hair reflects the fluorescent school lights hanging from above. The corners of his light blue eyes crinkle in a laugh, as Johnny finds Y/N’s distress hilarious. “Oh, shut up.” Y/N scoffs, frustrated with combination of her lock and the clock quickly running her out of time. 

“Say less.” Johnny ushers Y/N out of the way and pulls down on the stuck lock. The shiny metal unlatches with a snap. The boy grins, proud of his accomplishment. “Wow, you’re better than any janitor!” Y/N faux swoons, receiving a snort from her friend. She faces the locker and swings open its thin metal door. A white piece of paper floats down onto the beige tiling. Muttering a ‘What the..’, Y/N leans down to grab the note. Johnny notices this occurrence, becoming intrigued. “Is it a secret admirer?”

Opening the folded material, the letter is a page long. Y/N wouldn’t have enough time to read it now. She folds up the paper while grabbing her math supplies. Shoving two Anatomy books into her unorganized shelf, she slams her locker shut. “I gotta get to class, I’ll let you know what it’s about,” Johnny goes to protest, stating she has plenty of time. “See ya!” Y/N shouts over her shoulder, running to her Geometry class, leaving the tall boy behind. 

As soon as Y/N is inside the math class’ doorway, the bell rings. Sighing in relief, Y/N made it! The teacher looks over in disapproval, always expecting her students to be early and ready to learn. Ignoring the glare, Y/N bounces over to her seat, getting a few laughs from her classmates. Elated, and also flattered from a potential love interest, she giggles. Dutch, an aggressive blonde, elbows his desk neighbor. His bushy eyebrows furrow as he tries to keep his voice down. “Don’t tell me Johnny gave you my stash.” 

Jimmy grabs a hold of the broken lock at Y/N’s locker. “What’s this?” His tanned hands cradle the metal as he's kneeled on the ground. “Let’s just say I saved the day, Jim,” Johnny gloats, puffing out his chest. A familiar cocky smirk plays on the boy’s face while everyone rolls their eyes. Y/N lightly shoves the teenager, barely budging from his heroic stance. Bobby and Tommy smile playfully at their group of friends. “Let’s get some lunch.”

Cobra Kai saunters into the loud cafeteria. The typical cliques are in their usual spots. The Cheerleaders and Jocks in the center, the Goths in a corner near a large bulletin, the Nerds by the lunch line, and Cobra Kai next to the water fountains. Now don’t get the group wrong, they’re still studs even if they don’t mingle with the Jocks. Tommy just had to get one swing at the football team’s quarterback. 

Johnny leads them to the lunch line, reaching forward to snatch a plastic tray for himself. Y/N grabs one along with a shiny spoon and fork. The smell of pizza meets Y/N’s nose. Her stomach grumbles, a hunger rippling through her. “Pizza or salad?” The lunch man grumbles, he'd rather be doing anything else than serving food to rude high schoolers. “Uh, pizza, please.” Y/N requests, waiting for the oven-hot rectangular flatbread to slide onto her tray. And it does, nearly staining the fabric of her white shirt. 

Moving her tray to the end of the line, Y/N takes a cup of mandarin oranges and sets it down on her tray. She starts to walk to her seat while her friends pass by her on both sides. The white and gray tiles stick to her shoes as God knows what's been on the floor. Placing down her food, she opens her water bottle she snagged from her locker. The Cobras talk among themselves, laughing about a prank they pulled. Y/N twists her left wrist to open the blue bottle cap. She leans back and begins to take a sip. Cool water hits her parched mouth.

"Y/N, why don't you show us what you found in your locker today?" Johnny questions, more demanding than suggestive. She nearly chokes on her water in excitement. Placing the plastic cap back on, she sets the bottle back down onto the red table. "Sure thing." Y/N reaches her index and middle fingers into her front jean pocket. Her eyes flick up to watch her friend's reactions.

Johnny's eyes glow in anticipation, seemingly more blue then before. Bobby nods her on, his long wispy hair framing his olive complexion. Jimmy leans on Dutch, who could care less, while a small smile is in the making. Tommy fixates on his food, sawing off his pizza with a metal knife. The utensil shines as it reflects the school’s overhead lights. He seems off, really off. Squinting, Y/N makes out a slight hue of pink on the loudmouth's cheeks. He's blushing?

"Are you gonna let us see?" Dutch quips, impatient as ever. Finally pulling out the folded paper, it crinkles as Y/N smoothes it out with her palm. Clearing her throat, she begins to read the letter aloud. "'Dear Y/N, I hope I don't come across as a stalker when I write this. Here goes nothing: You may be surprised when you figure out the person behind this handwriting, maybe even shocked. But let me just say that you are the only person that makes me feel like doing a roundhouse kick to the moon and back'," Tommy laughs, saying how bad ass the scenario sounds. This earns a shove from Bobby to quiet him down.

Y/N continues, "'Yes, I'm that thrilled about you. I guess your smile adds to the feeling. No, I think it's your laugh. I remember when we were at the same showing for a movie and hearing your giggle. What I would do to hear it again! Signing off, Hendrix.'" Silence carries through the group, letting the love letter sink into their minds. Bobby breaks the quietness. "What do they mean by 'Hendrix'?" His forehead creases in thought. "I think it's code." Jimmy pipes, the only Cobra with a decent GPA.

"Well, Jimi Hendrix was a rock artist." Tommy suggests, after being quiet for so long. "Right, but who listens to him anymore? I only have cassettes of Boston and Motley Crue." Johnny's hand comes up to comb through his floppy hair. His mouth full of pizza, Dutch grumbles, "MJ is all the rage now." He imitates Michael Jackson, singing an off key 'Billie Jean'. "Okay, I think we get it," Y/N laughs, as an idea pops into her head. "Does anyone have the last name 'Hendrix' in our school?"

In the library for study hall, Jimmy and Bobby help Y/N flip through yearbooks. A stack of them lay off to the right of the wooden table's edge, about to crash to ground. Her eyes scan the names of people, as her eyes become tired from staring. She closes the book's black cover from 1982, giving up. "I found him!" Jimmy exclaims, as Bobby and Y/N crane their necks to see. The librarian hushes the teenagers, adjusting her glasses that sat on her nose. The fuzzy black and white picture showed an attractive Matthew Hendrix. The glossy page reflected dark hair and a white smile.

"I know this kid! He's by my locker." Y/N pieces together, the puzzle falling into place. Bobby glances up at her yearbook in her hands. "Is he in our grade?" He asks. The teenager doesn't want a guy older than the Cobras, he'll just mess around with them. "No Hendrix is in our grade, he does football." At the mention of the ill-fated sport, Jimmy quickly inquires, "Wait, it's not the guy Tommy punched, right?" Y/N shook her head in confusion. Everyone was either too drunk or high to remember who was in the party's fight.

The next day's events were rather quite interesting. Y/N got another letter from this 'Hendrix'. She opened the note hurriedly. It would be embarrassing for her if any of her friends found out. This second paper gave more details about how much they liked Y/N, but they also gave a reference she picked up on. It mentioned going to a summer camp in '83. Y/N went with the Cobra Kais, but other guys tagged along too.

So far, none of her friends had waltzed up to her, pressing more about the topic. Dutch definitely wouldn't, he scoffs at the slightest mention of romance. It's a wonder that he even dated, let alone lost his virginity. Johnny and Tommy have been far too quiet about these occurrences. Jimmy and Bobby have been the only ones willing to help Y/N find more about this secret lover.

The note only fueled a desire for Y/N to ask Matthew if he was writing her letters. She waits, leaning on her locker, awaiting the moment the said boy would roll around. The beginning of the school hours always dragged slow, as if in mud. Y/N hopes this event would bring her some newfound excitement. The first bell rang, signaling to students they had five minutes till class. A breeze blew on her shoulders as a tall figure slowed down their pace. Matthew slung a dark bag over his right bicep, shoving it into his locker.

"Hey, Matthew, is it?" Y/N's voice inquires, raising in pitch with giddiness. The teenager’s brown hazel eyes sweep over her figure, deciding if he should pick up the conversation. With a light sigh, Matthew nods his head. “Yeah, whatcha want?” Y/N holds up the notes that were slipped into her locker from the past two days. “Have you been writing these to me?” She extends the papers for Matthew to take. A look of curiosity takes over the boy as he accepts the letters. His eyes move back and forth as he scanned the writings. 

“I didn’t write these,” Y/N’s heart sank as this encounter did not go as planned. “But the handwriting looks familiar.” Matthew swears he saw this specific printing before, maybe written on his car in red spray paint? Reliving the memory, the red warning scribbled out a ‘NO MERCY’ on his beloved Dodge Turbo’s side. The faraway look in Matthew’s eyes causes Y/N to wave her hand in front of his line of vision. Coming back to his senses, Matthew shakes his head in disbelief. 

“Here are your papers.” Matthew presses the letters back to Y/N. She's positive that she nibbled onto the bait of this fishhook. She goes to ask him more questions, but he slammed his locker abruptly. Grumbling something about getting payback, Matthew heads down the hallway, turning the corner. He deserts Y/N, who's left with more questions than answers. 

For the next few days, each note gave more and more hints about the writer. So far, with the help of Jimmy and Bobby, she figured out that they like soccer and enjoy running on the beach. It’s not a grand discovery, but Jimmy assured her that every clue counted. Besides, the final note would be delivered today. Y/N is thrilled, she hopes the anonymous lover would reveal who they are. 

The Cobra Kai boys have been drifting in and out the letter drama, scrapping up details here and there. She walks into the lunch line by herself, as she chooses a salad today. Y/N decides to walk alone, she's packed with a lot of tests and doesn't have time to wait for the others. “Heya, Y/N.” Johnny greets, changing out his cassette tape in his Walkman. Tommy’s bruised hand covers one of the cassettes nearest to him, its taped title unable to be seen. 

“What’re you doing?” Y/N asks, as the boy seems to be moving the tape closer to himself. Caught in the act, Tommy stops moving the cassette. He lifts his head to meet his friend’s eyes. A nasty shiner around his right eye stands out against his smooth skin. The boy mentioned he fell down a flight of stairs at a party and tried to catch himself. Hence his purple knuckles. 

“Oh, I was just helping Johnny change out his Walkman.” Tommy comes up with, flipping the cassette so it was standing upright, the tape side away from Y/N. Her narrowed eyes dart between Johnny, who fakes a shit eating smile, and Tommy, who doesn't dare move until Y/N lets go of the subject. She sits down, letting the topic dissipate on its own. Her brain's tired enough as is. 

“Do you have the final note?” Bobby leans in, his long hair tickling Y/N’s cheek as he questions her. Y/N reaches into her trapper keeper, laying the letter between her and Bobby, reading silently. ‘Meet me at the beach after school, around eight. Bring your swimsuit!’ She almost jumped out of her seat at the butterflies overtaking her stomach. Bobby pats the back of Y/N, lightly laughing. “Well, there you have it. You’ll meet them after all!” 

The purr of the Firebird rumbles Y/N’s passenger side seat. The smell of the seawater fills her nose with her window cracked open. Johnny’s bright headlights gives way that they're traveling down the dark road. The whistle of the wind and the thumping of REO Speedwagon hum her ears. It's surprising that she didn’t bribe Johnny to take her, he usually would grumble about it for a while. This time he acted almost glad to take Y/N. 

Johnny pulls the car forward and parks it in the beach’s parking lot. She scans her surroundings ahead of her through the glass. The silhouette of a figure is down in the sand, facing the waves. “I think that’s my person. Thanks, Johnny.” Y/N unbuckles her seatbelt, ready to open the door and greet her writer. A tan arm swung out in front of her, holding a piece of paper. This stops her from continuing her motions. “What’s this?” Grabbing the note, she opens it. 

The infamous handwriting is there but another one is visible. A more hurried, scratchy one. ‘You weren’t expecting another letter? Calm your tits, it’s just a note from your letter carrier: Make sure kick ass when you meet ‘Hendrix’. He’s really an amazing dude.’ Johnny laughs, slapping his large hands together in amusement. Y/N mouth drops, the charade coming to a close in front of her eyes. 

“Wait, so you were the one dropping off the letters in my locker?” Y/N asked, her eyes shining in amusement. Johnny nods frantically, his hair reflecting the moonlight coming in on the dashboard. “Hey, it wasn’t hard to put superglue on the lock. It was pretty sick!” Laughing, she opens the car door, leaving the paper on her seat. “You jerk!” Y/N slams the door shut, leaving an emphasis on her words. 

The grainy white sand slows her walking as she approaches the figure. “Hello?” She calls, anticipating rising. Everything has came to this moment, it better be worth it. Brunette hair gently moves in the breeze, as goosebumps rise on her arms. No answer is given. The person’s ears are covered by a certain black foam, connected with wire. Sighing, she nears even closer. 

As if expecting the visitor, or listening intensely, an index finger presses pause on their Walkman. Turning their head, Y/N’s eyes widen and she covers her mouth in surprise. A set of brown eyes watch her reaction while they remove their Walkman, setting it down on their blue towel. A smile forms the longer the person watches Y/N. “It’s me.” The voice was bubbly and unapologetically loud. 

“Tommy? Oh my god.” Y/N’s face pales as she sets herself down next to the writer. The male leans over to the left and makes a show of taking out his cassette tape. ‘Jimi Hendrix- Electric Ladyland’ is written on the brown Scotch tape. “I’m ‘Hendrix’, Y/N.” She blushes, her face turning a shade of pink. “I figured that out by now, doofus.” Tommy quietly laughs, turning towards her. Silence commences.

Y/N’s heartbeat bangs loudly against her ribcage as she leans in. She pauses, just short of kissing him. Y/N wants to make sure he is okay with going further. Fortunately, hesitation is not in Tommy’s vocabulary. Her eyes close once she feels his lips on her own. His warm hand cusps her face, gently stroking his thumb on her cheek. His abs contract as he rests his back on his towel, his left arm propping up his head.

She lays to left of him, her face creating contact with his. Her hair falls over to the side, moving slightly with the ocean wind. Tommy’s hand rests on the small of Y/N’s back, as the warmth of his body pulls her in further. Running her hands through his hair, she gently pulls. A small groan is released from Tommy throat, rumbling Y/N’s chest. An innocent gesture but not so innocent reaction. 

Tommy smiles warmly when the kisses end, fireworks going off in his stomach. Y/N pulls herself up and sits facing the black waves, turning shy with the shared intimate moment. “Come on, let’s go for a swim.” Tommy proposes, rising to his feet and pulling off his gray sweatshirt. His toned stomach pales in moonlight, his crucifix necklace dangling down over his chest. His orange swim trunks are loosely draped over his prominent hip bones. 

“Like what you see?” Tommy teases, flexing his biceps. “As if, loverboy.” Y/N retorts with faux annoyance. She grips the bottom hem of her black top as she reveals her swimsuit, shedding her pants. It’s now Tommy’s turn to gawk. He stands like a little kid, with his hands relaxed at his side, his jaw slack. Y/N takes this as an opportunity to rush into the waves, splashing Tommy with the lukewarm water. 

“Hey! Come here!” Y/N giggles as he rushes over to lift her up off the ground. He spins her around once, laughing. Her eyes widen in thrill as he lifts her up even higher, getting ready to toss her into the water. Her legs kick in excitement as she grips onto his shoulders. “Ah, Tommy!” She giggles, not wanting him to let go of her. Her eyes lock with his own once again. 

Her laughter fades as they gaze at each other. Tommy’s adam apple bobs when he swallows thickly. He’s nervous. She feels herself being let down by the taller. Y/N stands now confused by the change in mood. “Y/N,” Tommy calls, more declarative than interrogative. “Can you be mine?” The water around her ankles feel colder than before. 

She nods, gradually getting faster with her confidence. “Yes, yes, yes,” Wrapping her hands around Tommy’s waist she pulls him in for a quick peck. “A thousand times yes.” She turns to exit the water and put her clothes back on. Her boyfriend follows, now noticing the Firebird that’s been there for over an hour. “Are you kidding me? Johnny’s here?” He whines, falling to his knees, his fists pounding the soft sand. 

Y/N giggles, amused by his dramatic ways. “Hey, let’s get some fries downtown? Johnny can take us.” Tommy gets up off the ground, grabbing his towel and Walkman. “Fine, it’s a deal. Race you to the car!” 

[vaguely-concerned]

The Mandalorian Chapter 11 reactions; the ‘the sea is a harsh mistress’ edition

- on first watch this wasn’t really one of my favorite episodes. I think it’s something to do with... one of the many things I love about the mandalorian is how it made the star wars universe feel HUGE. big and surprising and unknowable, there could be fucking anything out there man we don’t know. so having first bo katan show up and then ahsoka being set up right after (quite aside from who’s rumoured to play her, which is an entirely different can of wormy beans) in additon to opening the season on tatooine... eh. I’m not that into it, it feels like shrinking the world. we haven’t even gotten to see any other type of force user yet. it is only early/mid season tho so they’re probably going to pull some unexpected twists on us 

my opinion might change with rewatches too, that happens quite a bit with this show!

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🎶I’VE COME TO TALK WITH YOU AGAIN🎶

honestly I had kind of a hard day yesterday and watched this the next morning and kept pointing tiredly to the crest like ‘it me tho’ 

- I was unreasonably happy about seeing the calamari flan again hahaha he’s been keeping that shit in his pockets for a season and a half now (didn’t he pay with some at one other point too?)! also the sound effects for them are SO EXCELLENT, I keep thinking about how well this show does texture which is wild considering how it’s filmed 

- the warm pat din gave frog lady’s arm when he thanked her and said goodbye 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I love the small ways he’s thawing 

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my heart ached so much for him at this point, he just looks so small and tense and lost, like a kid who’s lost his parents in a supermarket

(he keeps his hand on the blaster the whole time too so he knows this is a bad scene but now they’re right out in the middle of the ocean already soooo) 

- din’s very very very dry sense of humour is so blessed. ‘a bowl of chowder for my friend’ faklhfsadkjlfhsadkjhfsd

the baby’s look when he poked the squid thing with his knife too -- yodito’s like ‘dad is a wizard??’ haha. some good baby & dad stuff in this one 

- oh din... side quest boy, side quest booooooyyy

- the shot when bo katan helped him out of the water is perfectly mirroring the scene of bb!din being pulled up to safety by the mandalorian in the flashback, which seems Very Intentional

I Extremely Do Not Trust Her in the larger scale tho. I think it’s important that din knows now that he was raised in a very specific offshoot of the mandalorians ant that there’s some Stuff he hasn’t been told, but I also think it’s crucial to remember that her pov is not unbiased either and she, in fact, already has an established tendency to selectively share information with him to manipulate him into fulfilling her goals. (which he realizes because he keeps saying ‘that is not my mission, my mission is the child’ and I could not love him more). hell, I’m not sure exactly how ‘the children of the watch’ were positioned within death watch, but she was fucking death watch too for the longest time! and she hardly left for particularly noble reasons, she just didn’t like maul! she already lost mandalore like twice, do we just have to trust that third time’s the charm or what! 

she lied to him about the scope of the mission to force him into a position to do what she wanted (fully knowing he’s responsible for a child!!) and she called that ‘the way’ just as easily as the thing about not letting his bravery be forgotten! big red warning lights, NO! I think the thing is that din is having to find his own ‘way’ of being mandalorian (/how does one be a person exactly help?? relatable content, and he’ll get there in the end I’m sure he’s so good), but her way is no less fucked up to me than the children of the watch from what we’ve seen so far. she’s good at killing imperials though which is of course a mark in her favour

(considering that the episode gives her the epithet ‘the heiress’... yeah that’s probably a hint that she’s loyal first and foremost to her entitlement, getting the position she considers hers by right of inheritance. guess we’ll see if the text agrees with her)  

- ‘mandalorians are stronger together’ yeah that’s probably why the cosmic balance makes sure they’re mostly engaged in being at each other’s throats lol 

- so I might be feeling kind of sketch about these guys but on the other hand... when that one lady saved the baby and then promptly took off her helmet to reveal she looks like t h i s ?

you better BELIEVE I was ready to fall down on one knee and propose right then and there holy shit

- ...wow if he didn’t have the jet pack din probably would have just sunk like a rock and drowned there huh 😨 that armour’s pretty heavy, turns out

- in happier news: din has become so good at reading what the child is expressing and responding/labeling the feeling for him! that’s so important to his development! ‘I know you’re hungry’ and both telling and showing him there’s a solution! still a bit of an issue that he thinks he can inform the baby of things like it’s a reasoned adult and have it understand, but we’re getting there we’re getting there lol

- that poor lady guiding them in for landing and sounding more and more worried fhkasjdlhfkjsdlahf (and he fucking TURNS OFF THE RADIO or whatever he’s using to talk to her through sdkfhaksdfhjs he takes a precious split second just to cut her off asfdjhaslkdfsdfhsda I love my salty dad) 

- when the fisherman asshole tells mando he knows where to find more of his people there’s the tinkling bell sound in the background music, I think it’s meant to convey almost childlike longing for belonging and connection, for finding someone who’ll know what to do? 

- when they took off their helmets and baby looked up at din like ‘???dad what the fuck? can you do that???’. (or like he just sensed his father taking a shitload of psychic damage all in one go)

- the way din didn’t start breathing again until they got the baby up from the water and he had him in his arms... the way he held him... sladfhasdklfhsjakdhfjsakldhfsakjldhfsjkadhfjaskdhfskajdhfjsdakhfslakhfskladhfsakljdhfjskadlhfkjsld

that whole scene was like a nightmare, so desperately unpleasant, in a way it mirrors the way the mandalorians have been hunted down and pummeled these last few generations, this must sort of be what it feels like to him subconsciously 

- din isn’t particularly inflexible as a person, after the initial kneejerk rejection he did listen to what they said and is carefully considering it (he did say ‘this is the way’ back at the end!)   

- the baby’s babbling when he wakes up and looks around in the beginning sounds half like ‘baba?’ and I almost had a heart attack

- loved how greasy and awful and dumb all the empire dudes were (and the comedy on board the ship too it was good for me) 

- the boob plates huh. shit they’ve shown with the armorer that they don’t have to do that in any way shape or form and they still brought the boob plates back :/ I guess it’s so they match up with the rebels/clone wars look, evoking that ~*era*~ and everything, but I don’t have to like it lol  

- I feel so validated in my theory that the razor crest is symbolic of din’s sense of self  (now with beautifully added commentary!) after this haha (and also so so scared now they might be ditching it for a new ship eventually). it’s in pieces, his world view is going to pieces and can’t be patched together the way it was before, from what he knows he’s about to deliver the baby to someone else who’ll understand/love/deserve him better (I do think that feeling is still in him) and he doesn’t even have the certainty of the code anymore to fill the void. oh buddy. 

the discomfort I felt when we got back into the cockpit -- into where it’s supposed to be familiar and safe! -- and saw all the ocean junk lying around, making it feel weird and changed and dirty (it probably smells like rotten seaweed in there now :( no likey)... I mean it was also very funny to see the pilot’s chair held together with a literal fishing net, but please favreau leave my dad’s car/ego alooooone 

- baby laughing his little bum off at din catching the small sea monster before it got him and then munching it......... the ‘there’s nothing in this world my dad can’t fix’ safe energy.......... I’m so scared we’re coming up on something din can’t fix 

- knitwear in star wars: I didn’t know I wanted it, but I am ELATED with having been given it

- moff gideon’s amazing evil voice... back in our ears, in our hearts, I gleefully hate him 

- at least din’s armour is clean again after that (awful) swim? one must appreciate some silver linings along the way I suppose

- din goes straight for the main pilot’s seat once they get the imperial out of it, so he must feel really secure that he’s probably the best man for the job; he is genuinely a good pilot! (and after this I am wondering even MORE who taught him. who raised you within the mandos din??)

- even while everything is new and scary and falling apart we can live safe in the knowledge that at least frog lady and frog husband had a good day and will have a good and happy frog life together with their frog children

couple goals tbh 

(I don’t necessarily know how it works for frog people but I uh. guess they got busy quickly huh hahaha good thing mando didn’t turn up again until later)

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Apostate 1

Warnings: violence, further tags to be added in next chapter.

This is dark!(hydra!)Steve and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You notice something about Steve.

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It started with a look. Funny how the eyes could betray so much; elation, devastation, knowing. The dilation of a pupil, the glare of an iris as it caught the light, the dullness that could mute feigned surprise. 

Steve was a bad actor, or perhaps it was an unusual slip. Perhaps there was more to the performance; a secret harboured so long it grew light and easy. That it no longer took great effort to carry.

Or maybe you just looked over at the right moment. Or the wrong, depending on your perspective. He blinked and nodded as he turned back to Tony. He pretended to listen intently as the man stood in his broken armor and recounted his struggle. Hydra agents had destroyed the vault before he could secure it. Your mission was both successful and catastrophic.

While you might have cut another head off the snake, it’s venom remained. All you achieved was the ruin of a city block. The collateral of property and even people. None had died but many were wounded. 

You shook your head as Tony told of how the operative slammed the door closed and the muffled explosion saw to the erasure of thousands of documents. Those which could see the decapitation of Hydra and cauterise the necks before they could heal. But he was too late. You all were. It was as if they knew. As if they expected you.

You hung your head as the image of the golden avenger lingered in your head. He didn’t look very disappointed, only indifferent. You thought of the mission, his hair still askew and the dust still stained all of you as it mingled with your sweat. 

You recalled how Steve appeared so conveniently from behind a pillar after your singular struggle with an enemy. Almost as if he had been watching. As if he were awaiting the outcome before he made his entrance. As if either way it unfolded, it would be a victory for him. 

You must’ve been crazy. You were tired and the adrenaline hazed your mind. The win laced with such loss was hard to swallow. You were desperate for a reason and you could have pinned it on any in the room. It was always hard to accept that it just hadn’t gone to plan.

You peeked at him again. He rubbed his forehead and yawned. The lines deepened below his hairline and around his eyes. No, you must’ve imagined his apathy. It was so unlike him. It was your own subconscious telling you you hadn’t done enough. Your own doubts aimed at another to avoid your own culpability.

“Sorry, am I boring our resident centenarian?” Tony turned on Steve as he closed his mouth. “Where were you? I was calling for you.”

“I was doing my job, same as you,” Steve stood straight and regained his couple inches over Tony. “Seeing to my team, as I always do.” He looked to you. “Isn’t that right?”

You were caught by surprise. You gulped and looked around. Bruce and Clint were worn and barely seemed awake as they stood against the wall, Natasha shook her head and grumbled. “Tony, come on.”

“Come on what?” Tony spat. “He’s standing here like nothing happened. You need to lay down, old man?”

“Tony, it was all of us down there. We all came up short.” Natasha argued. “Hydra… they always have an exit plan. At least, we cut out part of the infection.”

Tony nodded and shook his head. He turned his back on the team and scoffed. “With nothing to show for it.”

“With no lives lost,” She insisted. “With an awareness that they are infiltrating our major cities. With an idea of where to look next.”

“Chicago? Boston? Los Angeles?” He sniffed and pushed his hair back. “Where do we start, Romanoff? There’s six of us and how many of them?”

“Fury will--”

“Fury will complain about paperwork, about marching blindly against an unseen enemy,” Tony barked as he spun back. “Fury isn’t what he used to be. Maybe if we had the files, he’d budge but without them, we got nothing but breath.”

“Tony, she’s right,” Steve intoned. “We know where to look now. We’re not blind.”

“Where do we look, Cap?” Tony turned on him. “Hmm?”

“Right in front of us.” Steve’s jaw twitched. “They’ll be scattering, here in New York. We keep an eye out at the airports. See who’s trying to run and where. We go from there.”

Tony clamped his lips together and sighed. He shrugged and dismissed all of you with a flick of his hand as he crossed to the door. His metal suit retracted all at once and revealed the sweaty black clothes beneath. Showed him to be the man he was; exhausted and wilting.

“Keep your eye out then, Steve,” He snarled. “If you can keep ‘em open long enough.”

You all stood and watched him go silently. When the door slammed you glanced at each other. Tony’s frustration had mounted in the past months. As cells were uncovered in his city, you all witnessed his growing hopelessness. This was just another dent in his armour. Perhaps the deepest.

It was just as the myth went, you cut off one head and another grew. Soon enough, you’d find yourself in the teeth of one or the other.

💀

You couldn’t shake the feeling that something was out of place. Most of all, you couldn’t push away the thought that it was Steve. You kept replaying the scene in your head. A whole week later and it flashed behind your eyes every time they met his. 

He hadn’t been concerned to find you sprawled across the ground with scraps of concrete and metal around you. A dead man draped over you as his life bled out. And you thought of the yawn that riled Tony. Even as the accusations flew, Steve wasn’t bothered. Not enough to get defensive, just enough to try to coax Tony onward. Past this blip. Past this misstep.

So you got in your head to follow him. At first, you kept to his movement in the Tower. His meetings with Fury, with Stark, his little run-ins with his respective colleagues, his training. The usual. Nothing to fuel your suspicions, only to further dismantle your paranoia. 

Yet it lingered.

Then he left for a mission. You couldn’t follow him there, you had your own work. So you passed the days he was gone in paperwork and reconnaissance around the city. Your thoughts of the first avenger faded and a semblance of normality returned until he did. 

You saw him in the halls with Fury. The General was visibly unhappy, not that he was ever overtly cheerful. You turned the corner before you could reach them and listened. Even when the matters should be private, Fury’s anger often precluded him from a hushed conversation. Neither men seemed concerned of being overheard.

“This is all you have to show? It’s nonsense.” Fury said.

“It’s coded,” Steve replied dully. “Don’t you have a team that can crack it? You’re telling me Tony in all his genius can’t decipher a few backwards letters.”

“It’s a single sentence, Rogers,” Fury snorted. “Maybe even half of one. This isn’t a cryptogram.”

“It’s what I got,” Steve huffed. “You sent me in alone, what did you expect?”

“You’ve marched into worse on your own,” Fury growled. “And done more than a single fucking slip of paper.”

“Rich.” Steve retorted. “Tony watches as a whole vault of intelligence is nuked and I bring you back something, anything, and I get lectured like a child.”

“Tony called for back-up, several times, we have the logs, Captain,” Fury sneered. “Including those of your radio silence.”

The air was still as neither man spoke. You could barely breathe. 

“I wasn’t the only one out there,” Steve said quietly. “I wasn’t the only one with a radio. I’m not the only one who lost.”

“But you’re their leader,” Fury returned. “So you need to start acting like it and get your shit together.”

The words were punctuated by sudden footsteps. Fury’s boots clicked away as a shadow neared you. You slid along the wall and dipped into a closet as Steve’s soles scuffed closer. You pulled the door closed quietly and watched through the crack as he passed. He swore under his breath as he punched his own hand.

He stopped, just beyond your door and his steps came to a stop. You heard a soft rustle and swallowed as you listened. The faint ring of a line trying to connect. It stopped and Steve’s voice startled you as it cut through the air.

“Chicago.” Was the only word he said. 

Your brows drew together and the low hum a voice replying in a single syllable was followed by the bloop of the call ending. Steve let out another heavy breath and continued down the hall. Your heart raced as you waited several minutes before emerging. 

What the fuck was that?

💀

Steve once told you not to bring your work home with you. You thought it was laughable coming from him and it still was. You stood across the street from his building. You followed him there from the tower. It was difficult to tail a target trained to look over his shoulder at all times.

You hid in the mouth of the alley, pressed to the wall as you stared at the front doors. What were you going to do? Watch them all night? Wait until the morning when he left? It seemed all a bit preposterous now that you stood there. This was Steve Rogers. A war hero. The first avenger. The saviour of the world.

As the streetlights flipped on, you checked the time and resigned yourself to fleeing with tail tucked. You shouldn’t have followed him. You were being silly. You let your imagination get the best of you. Read into a yawn and a slight tic. Maybe you were due for a vacation.

Then the doors opened and you fell back into shadows. Steve wore a plain grey hoodie and track pants. He stretched his legs before he hopped down the steps. You watched as he bounced in place before setting off in a jog. He was that type. Running around after dark to clear his head. 

You waited until he reached the end of the street before you stepped up to the curb. You stared after him as he disappeared around the corner and you crossed between the cars parked along the road. You strolled up the stairs to the front door of the apartment and swept through the door. You scrolled through the buzzer directory until you found him. Not so obvious as the rest; the initials S.R. beamed back at you on the screen. You took note of the apartment number and walked back out.

You checked your phone as you came around to the fire escape. You figured at least twenty minutes before he returned, likely longer. Closer to an hour, if anything. You took a running start and hopped up to grab the bottom rung of the ladder. You hauled yourself onto the metal platform and started up the steps. You stopped at the first empty apartment.

You tapped on the window and waited. Nothing. You tried the window but it was locked. You took out your pocket knife and poked along the frame. You jammed it between the wood and heard the metal clasp snap. You slid it up carefully and slipped inside, closing it quietly behind you.

You found your way to the door and into the hall. Another floor up and several apartments away. You raced up the stairwell and came out on the next level. You counted your way to his door and listened through the wood. You stirred around in your purse and pulled out the multi tool gifted you by Tony. 

Don’t take your work home with you, the words echoed again.

You glanced around before you picked the lock swiftly. You eased the door open, careful not to grind the aged hinges. You walked lightly down the short hall to the living room. Frame pictures along the wall placed precisely, a leather chair and patterned couch more suited to another era. No television, only a shelf of books and aged magazines.

You stopped. What exactly were you looking for? You edged around the coffee table and examined every inch of the room. Nothing out of place. You passed by the kitchen and down the hall that led to the bathroom and bedroom respectively. The glow of a screen came from the latter. You frowned. The laptop shone beside the small lamp on the desk.

You looked back into the living room and took a breath. You tapped your toe softly before you entered. You went to the desk and clicked the touch pad. The screensaver washed away and you stared at a plain desktop. Not even a password. It felt all too obvious. Too easy.

The hairs on your neck stood. You peeked over your shoulder. Nothing. You turned back to the laptop and opened the explorer. The files revealed nothing but encrypted Shield docs. You clicked out as a notification popped up in the corner. An email with no sender. You opened it before you could think.

It was gibberish. Coded words. You shook your head and brought up the camera on your phone. You took a picture of the message and and marked it unread before you closed it. You held onto your cell and retreated. 

You left the way you came, mindful to lock the door in your stead. You took a breath before you headed down the stairs and wove your way to the rear exit. You came out by a dumpster and set off behind the row of brick buildings. You dialed your phone as you turned into the alley that led to the next street. It went to voicemail and you tsked.

“Fury. We should talk. Call me as soon as you can.” You didn’t know what else to say so you hung up. 

You looked to the front of the alley, the few dark figures that passed by. You would head home and wait for the call. You suspected your night was far from over. You started forward and your phone vibrated. You kept your step and lifted the screen to answer. 

You were suddenly off your feet as an arm wrapped around you and a hand batted your phone to the ground. You were spun against the brick wall and crushed by an unyielding weight behind you, a knee against your thigh.

“Find anything good?” Steve asked and you tried to turn your head. He caught it and slammed it into the wall, sending stars through your vision. “Too bad you won’t get to share it.”

His thick arm snaked around your throat and he squeezed. You kicked out as you struggled and pushed both of you away from the wall. He barely stumbled as he kept you locked in and your head began to pound.

“S-Steve…” You rasped out.

“I told you, don’t take your work home with you…” His hot breath was the last thing you felt as your vision went black.

[unholyhelbig]

ISS Immortal | #HW203

Summary:  Beca is sent on the mission of a lifetime when an odd signal is received from a ship that was meant to come home but never did.

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The air was cold in the cabin of the ship. Beca Mitchell had always expected space to be cold. There was an undeniable lack of oxygen and an even more undeniable lack of human life. She would place her nose as close to the glass as it could go and watch it fog up before using her finger to trace little designs onto the darkness.

She had read through every single book in her stash during these stretching three months. Each moment of her day was spent crossing tasks off of a checklist; make sure the windows are sealed. Refill the fuel used the night before, eat breakfast (She found that one odd until she nearly missed it a few nights in).

Beca started to reread the first novel that she picked up, her eyes wandering from the words to the vast emptiness outside. It wouldn’t be long before the shuttle made initial contact with the station on Jupiter.

It was a large and beautiful planet. Unpopulated for the most part. Her company had sent another ship before hers before they lost contact entirely. Beca’s main task, not the little ones that she put check-marks by each day, was to make contact, to swallow back her fear, and forget the static-filled final communication they had all heard.

The conference room was cold too; its walls were gray and the table that rested in the center was a dark mahogany. There was a tape recorder, its last button being pushed down as if to hold the black film in place. Aubrey Posen had her fingers pressed against one another. Her cuticles leaked crimson, which they had never done before.

Beca hated the way the chair squeaked when she sat down next to the woman. She hated the Chanel perfume that she wore and the way a charm bracelet with a little star jingled each time Aubrey shifted. Even more, she hated the way the woman stared at her, almost through her. She didn’t’ say anything, she hit the button.

1200 [10-31] Rodger. Clock.

1221 [10-31] Rodger. roll.

1222 [10-31] Rolls complete. Pitch is programed.

1223 [10-31] One bravo.

Beca clenched her jaw hard enough for it to ache. She imagined her teeth shattering. Aubrey had a stony look on her face and part of her wanted to mouth the words. She hadn’t slept. This was all standard protocol. What was Beca missing? She could run these codes in her sleep.

It burned her to hear Chloe’s voice on the tape. She sounded elated, her whole crew had been. Beca remembers the way, just five months ago, she melted into the woman’s touch. She had breathed in the licorice scent and pressed her nose into a fiery mane of hair. It was hard to let go then and hard to listen now.

Aubrey leaned forward and pushed another button on the recorder. Despite herself, Beca strained to listen to the words. They were too fast. When it finally stopped, her head pounded and her mouth was dry. Still- she sat quietly.

0900 [11-04] Houston to ISS Immortal.

0901 [11-04] Copy.

0901[11-04] Was wondering if you had AUTO optics selected. Over.

0902 [11-04] That’s Affirmative.

0903 [11-04] Roger. Looks like to us we need a PROCEED, Jessica, to get the sextant pointed at the star. Over.

They were taking pictures, marking every single star that the team before them hadn’t gotten to. Chloe had an eye for the probes and the lenses while Emily kept an amazing aim. Anyone would be proud of the team. Anyone would be proud to be there. Aubrey fast-forwarded the tape again.

0600 [11-22] ISS Immortal to Houston.

0600 [11-22] Copy.

0601 [11-22] Breach in line, hull point of ship took some damage. Over.

0602 [11-22] Stand by one.

0607 [11-22] intrusion breached. All good on our end. Over.

0608 [11-23] Nice work, Beale. Debris?

0612 [11-23] Bet you a cup of coffee on it.

0613 [11-23] Copy.

Aubrey drew in a shuddered breath. It made Beca’s lungs ache. She had forgotten about the cold of the room. The little strip of skin by her thumb had been effectively peeled away and the frigid atmosphere made it sting something fierce. Her superior reached to fast-forward the tape once more, but Beca found herself stopping her.

“wait,” she rasped. Her fingers were wrapped around Aubrey’s and they squeezed tight. “It wasn’t debris, was it?”

“No, it was. That’s what our team believes anyway.”

“Then what? They all… They all perished because of a natural thing. Something that we were all warned about when we signed up for this program. I don’t understand.”

“Something got in,” Aubrey whispered.

She hit the little button and Beca found herself withdrawing her touch. She placed her hands in her lap like she was sitting in the last pew in a church instead of in a stuffy board room with a woman who could barely keep her sweet emotions in check.

0614 [11-24] Houston to ISS Immortal

0614 [11-24] ISS Immortal, do you copy?

0614 [11-24] Copy. We copy. Medic standby.

0614 [11-24] Stacie? Over.

0614 [11-24] Negative, she’s indisposed. Over.

0615 [11-24] ISS Immortal, what is the issue?

0616 [11-24] Emily is sick. Stacie soon after.

“It started with a fever. That soon progressed to chills and vomiting. It was bile at first, whatever they could keep down. And then it was blood. Chloe said it was more than she had ever seen.” Aubrey leaned back in her chair. That stoic, medical side of her started to shine through again. But it was quickly outweighed by sadness. “They were the two who repaired the damage the day before.”

“It could have been anything,” Beca cupped the back of her neck and dug her nails into the soft skin until it burned.

“But it wasn’t, Beca. It was something none of us could explain. We heard it all.”

“I don’t know if I can.”

“You have to.”

“No.” She slammed the edge of her fist into the table. It shook that retched tape recorder and the chairs that remained unoccupied around them. Aubrey didn’t flinch, though her vacant stare made her regret the action. The side of her hand was numb and then it tingled with feeling. “You want me to listen to all of them die? My team? You think that’s easy for me?”

“It’s not supposed to be easy Beca. It’s going to prepare you.” She didn’t’ wait for another objection before starting the tape again. Beca wanted to plug her ears and scream until everything was drowned out. But instead, she rubbed the side of her hand and cursed herself for injuring it in the first place.

1245 [11-24] ISS Immortal to Houston

1245 [11-24] Copy

1246 [11-24] Emily is dead. Do you copy?

1249 [11-24] We copy.

1250 [11-24] What do we do now?

1253 [11-24] Standby. Over.

Beca felt as if she wanted to get sick herself. She regretted the big lunch. Chloe’s sullen words sunk to the bottom of her stomach like a ton of bricks. They had prepared them for everything, it seemed; the hull busting, running out of oxygen, every single machine aboard the ship failing them in a single moment. But not this; not some unknown illness.

“They put her,” Aubrey swallowed roughly “They put the body in the storage compartment and kept an eye on Stacie. That’s what Chloe said. It was the last thing… it was the last thing she said before what I’m about to play you next, and Beca?”

“Bree,”

“What you are about to hear does not leave this room. It doesn’t. And if it does I will not hesitate to put you in the ground myself. Are we clear?”

“Crystal.”

It seemed like an eternity before Aubrey finally hit the button. Once she did, there was nothing but static and distress. The formalities were gone and the screaming had stared. Beca wanted to move her fingers up to her throat because she knew theirs would be raw and torn and filling slowly with the taste of blood.

0467 [11-26] Houston… Fuck. Houston respond.

0469 [11-26] ISS Immortal, we’re here. You’ve been dark for two days. Over.

0470 [11-26] Bree? Bree is that you. God damn it, I’m so happy to hear your voice.

0471 [11-26] What’s happening up there, Chloe? Signal not clear.

0471 [11-26] She wasn’t dead, or maybe she was, and then whatever made her sick brought her back.

0471 [11-26] Emily?

0473 [11-27] Shit… yeah, yes. Emily. She was fine and then she wasn’t. And then there was blood. So much fucking blood.

0473 [11-27] Copy. Where are you now?

0476 [11-27] Houston to ISS Immortal, do you copy?

0478 [11-27] Chloe, do you copy?

0479 [11-27] I copy. I’m in the bottom brig. I can hear her walking above me. She can hear me too, I’m betting. I’m sorry, Aubrey. I knew you were counting on this to go well.

0479 [11-27] No, Chloe. It’s alright. Stay quiet.

0480 [11-27] You still owe me that cup of coffee.

0480 [11-27] Sure. We’ll go to that little shop on 9th. Stay quiet now, okay?

0497 [11-27] Houston to ISS Immortal.

0520 [11-27] ISS Immortal, do you copy?

Beca had been going through the motions, keeping her mind focused on those little tasks that she was given. She didn’t’ know the difference between day and night, fine and far from it. When her eyelids did grow heavy enough to close, she would hear Chloe’s voice. The screaming and the static, and she would jolt awake.

Aubrey had called this a rescue mission, but it felt more like suicide to the young pilot. They held onto false hope that Chloe had somehow made it, that the thing… whatever it was, that took all of them, moved on and left them to their own devices.

Chloe was strong, she was determined, and she scared the hell out of Beca on a good day. But it wasn’t a good day, it was a bad one. It was the worst one that Beca could remember. The rest had blurred into games of chess with herself, that horrible crackling static of the radio, and her own foolish hope.

She was awoken one night, or maybe it was day, to the sound of an easy alarm and the flashing red light of the controls on the right panel. A foreign object had struck the side of the craft and the radio was crackling with noise. She was sweating despite the cold.

“Houston to ISS Condemnation, do you copy? Beca do you copy?”

Aubrey’s voice was frantic. She groaned as she pulled herself out of the uncomfortable position that she had landed in. Her neck was aching, a pinch moving down her arm and to the base of her skull each time she quirked it a certain way.

“Yes, I copy.”

“Our sensors are going haywire, is everything okay up there?”

Beca looked around at the packaged meals that were strewn about and the black and white chess pieces that threatened to float through the air had they not been secured. She traced her fingers over the patch on her breast and the other on her wrist.

She pressed the small button on the side of the radio “I bet you a cup of coffee it was debris.”