#robert capa x y/n

[saintmuses]

❝𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙬 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙, 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚❞

Pairing:

Older!Robert Capa x Soldier!Reader

Summary:

Y/N knew Robert Capa from her childhood, a physicist who volunteered to complete the mission on Icarus II with other scientists set up by her father and other scientists of many fields. The space mission had gone wrong despite the fact the sun was shining again. Years later while the war was raging, she encountered the man who was not the same after he left the Earth to save the Universe.

Warning(s): SMUT. Age gap (Reader in her mid 20s and Robert in his late 30s). Violence (fighting). Oral (m-receiving). P in V. Enemies to lovers. Capa is an asshole in this who will be sweet on Reader later. Minors, dni! Note: A different ending to Sunshine plus extraterrestrial stuff.

Word Count: 3.5k

2067

Y/N's lungs heaved slightly as she raised the gun to a man who was staring back at her with unreadable emotions in his icy eyes along with his hands raised in the air in the form of surrender.

She knew him by reputation, his iron control along with hair brushing against his neck in the color of the ocean without the light. It was nearly as inky and dark, just like his expression.

The type that will drag them under the water, losing any hope of survival when the water was in the lungs.

The thing was...she knew him before. Before the mission ruined him then the extraterrestrial war changed him into a hardened man with brutality ruling the apocalypse with an iron fist.

She didn't know him at all, but he was a young physicist who joined the Icarus II mission back in the days where the sun was dying, and the stars were unfazed in the sky while the earth was becoming cold.

When she was a little girl, she used to play in the corner of the laboratory room where all astrophysicists, geologists, biologists, chemists, and others would assemble to put together a second mission after the first Icarusfailed its mission after they disappeared from the radar.

Robert Capa would come and go for the longest time in that laboratory, and he worked for her father's mission when she was a little girl.

Then the Icarus II left the Earth in 2050.

However, that was seventeen years ago.

She had heard rumors about Pinbacker attacking him during the mission. However, he’d survived the battle against the creature, not without a price.

Safe to say she was surprised by the fact they ended up in the same room again.

However, she did not know him. At all.

She was fifteen in 2057 when the sun became alive again, she had remember waking up to bright golden light shining on her face. 

She was nineteen when the end was at her door, alone and frightened out of her mind. 

Her parents were already dead, and her friends were long gone while she was trying to survive as she signed up to fight against a war no one was prepared for.

She was twenty-eight, with the world on her shoulders, and dust under her feet with weapons after weapons in her calloused hands as she stood in front of him.

Before she could move her index finger to press the trigger safety button, the gun had been knocked out of her hands, before she could do anything, he had already wrapped his hand around her head and pushed her.

Then he wrapped his hand around her neck, and she had to stifle her gasp when she felt his calloused fingers curling around her skin.

She let out a moan when he shoved her to the ground after feeling a slight pain in her abdomen, it took a minute for her to realize that he punched her in the stomach.

She laid on the cold metal floor, panting as her eyes leveled with his black boots. Then biting on her lower lip when she felt her head being lifted slightly, and she whimpered when Capa slammed her head against the metal frame.

She then winced when the pain exploded in her temple as he walked away from her in a haste to the other room with his boots echoing against the floor.

After hearing low clicks, she realized he was trying to set something up, and she struggled to push herself off the ground.

She held her breath, hoping she wouldn't get caught in his peripheral vision before wrapping her hands around the metal cylinder by the entryway. 

He, however, was distracted which gave her an opportunity.

She immediately raised the cylinder object and swung towards his head. Only she didn't hit him hard enough to send him into the state of unconsciousness, but it was with harsh force that had him stumble away from the monitors.

The sounds of clicking registered in her mind when she realized she was frantically typing the white squares as the purple haze light hit the side of her face.

Her head jerked backwards when he wrapped his arm around her neck from behind, gasping as he pulled her away from the monitors. Her neck was at an uncomfortable angle as his uniform rubbed against her skin.

Capa laid his cheek on top of her head, panting slightly against her temple. His lips touched something warm, and he pulled back slightly to wet his lips; only to taste rusted metal.

He realized he bashed Y/N’s head roughly enough to have blood oozing out of her wound.

"You're a pretty little thing," he breathed into her ear, and before she could say anything, he had already maneuvered her to the side of the room. He pushed her against the metal wall, reaching out to grip the edge with his other hand, leaning down towards her as her body slid down to the ground, his grip tightened on her throat slightly which made her gasp.

"You think that I wouldn't know about you...Y/N? Just coming in to do your work then come out discreetly, hoping no one notices you?" He panted, exhaling breaths after breaths as he stared down at her. "Oh sweetheart, I do know all about you." He nearly purred down at her.

He truly did. After he heard her voice bashing at one of his men that he dragged out from Earth, he was intrigued because her voice held fire and her spirit was raw, then he had one of his men to look her up.

He was waiting for her.

He recognized her as the daughter of a former scientist who assembled the mission to save the sun’s life. "Both of your parents died, and your friends left you..." he trailed off with a small smirk gracing upon his lips. "Well, you're all alone fighting for the good cause." He tightened his fingers around the curve of her throat as his thumb caressed her skin.

The strands escaped from the confines of his hair, falling over to his forehead as he exhaled harshly, listening to her breathing.

Only it wasn't a reflex gasp twinged with panic, instead it was filled with something else.

His eyes slithered from her form to her eyes which were doused with light speckles dotted across the irises. 

What he did notice was her pupils dilating in response to his hand wrapping around her neck.

He then flexed his fingers, feeling her skin and her eyes flickered with a soft lust.

The air was charged with heavy tension that could set the entire world on fire as Capa acknowledged her emotions.

He then dragged her body upward by putting his hands around her waist to hoist her against the wall, and there was a small ledge which he sat her upon.

The green light with blue and purple haze touched her skin in a form of smoke, and his eyes raked across her facial features.

"I don't want to hurt you," he murmured, lightly gliding his nose across her cheekbone to inhale her addictive aroma.

"You already did, asshole." She spat through her clenched teeth, holding in a gasp when he trailed his nose downward to her neck.

He chuckled lowly; the sound sent shivers down her spine when he caressed the curve of her neck with his lips.

"I'm sorry about that." He said, with sincere in his expression as he gently touched her wound with the pad of his thumb, and she winced at the slight pressure.

Her eyes flickered when he stared into her depths, and he felt his cock hardening in response. He shifted slightly to ease the pressure that had his cock straining against the fabric in his uniform.

He shifted his hand away from her forehead towards behind her head. He laced his fingers through the hair at the base of her neck, then pulled until her neck arched up towards him.

"I'm planning on killing you." She stated, staring up at him. He was taller than her that he could engulf her form. Everything about him made her feel small.

He was amused, his eyes glittered with the emotion as sweat began to bead at his forehead. He then craned his neck so he could graze his lips against hers so light that they both couldn't feel the impression. 

"I know, sweetheart." He murmured before pressing his lips against hers with such ferocity that ignited the spark to induce the fire across the apocalypse as he cupped her jaw when she moved her lips against his.

"We're in the middle of the war," she breathed against his mouth as he slanted even more bruising kisses.

Strong hands wrapped around her thighs as she felt the stir of his hardening length pressing against her abdomen as he settled in between her legs. Relieved that she was steadied by his form, she dropped her forehead against his chest.

He reached for her tank top, gripping in his fists before pulling the fabric upwards when she raised her arms in the air to remove it from her body.

Surprisingly the air was warmer than he had anticipated since it was always cold to maintain the weapons from activating.

He pulled back slightly, narrowing his gaze at her. "And I don't care, let them all die."

"You're a terrible man," she scoffed.

He eyed her for a moment before a chuckle left his lips. "I haven’t been the same person I was when I left the Earth, sweetheart." He murmured, rubbing his thumb across her lips. Feeling the soft skin caving under the pressure of his thumb, he could imagine them wrapping around his cock.

She should have begged him to feel the way he did for her. To want to take her strands, fist them and kiss them. To want to drown in her scent, to tear her skin and graze her throat as she would moan in abandon.

At his thoughts, he snapped. He pulled her off the ledge and waited until she was on her feet before a dark and primal growl left his lips. "Get on your knees." He said hungrily.

She followed the pressure of his hand on her shoulder until her knees met the cold metal floor, and she stared up at him.

She was hyper-aware of the sound of her heart beating in her ears and the sounds of him working his button loose, then his zipper moving down as he freed himself from his pants.

She leaned forward and swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock. The bead of precum was salty against her tongue and he jerked his hips above her as her tongue languished across his head, while one of her hands came up to grasp his thick cock. 

Slowly she began to bob her head and stroke her hand, taking him all the way down her throat, and she heard him let out a guttural groan when she did so.

It sickened her a little when she realized just how much she liked it. It sickened her even more when she realized it still wasn't enough. That she wanted more.

She then planted her hands on either side of his thighs and lowered her mouth until he was nearly buried to the hilt in her throat. Out of curiosity, she peered up from her position and her throat nearly clenched at the sight of him.

His head was thrown back, eyes closed, and seeing tendons rising in his neck, heady haze in the room as green and blue lights casted across his figure.

He looked so out of control. The opposite of what he was. 

With a guttural groan, Capa shoved himself as far down her throat as he could. He knew she hadn't quite been ready for it and as a result, she choked and sputtered on his cock when he looked down at her.

"You look so good with my cock in your mouth," he whispered. She hollowed her cheeks in response after withdrawing slightly to ease off the pressure in her throat before swirling her tongue around his sensitive head. Capa hissed at the pleasure, reaching out to thread his fingers through her hair.

Feeling his hand on her head sent shivers down her spine before she gasped when his fingers sunk into her strands, tangling them in the mass of hair before fisting his hand when her moan sent vibrations to his cock.

"I don't want to cum in your pretty little mouth yet." He grounded out, his voice came out strongly before pulling her head off of his cock. "Although," he leaned back slightly to see the swell of her breasts peeking out of her lacy bra, "I would love nothing more than to cover you in my cum." He said huskily.

She shivered, swallowing inaudibly. She could not believe herself that she would soon have sex with the man that her team hated.

Her eyes widened slightly when he leaned down, wrapping his hands under her arms before pulling her off the ground.

Her nails dug into his shoulders when he roughly pushed the lace cup of her bra down, breast spilling over, his thumb playing with the stiff nipple, pinching, twisting, making her arch into him.

"I want to fuck you," his eyes darkened as he breathed the words. "I want to feel your pussy wrapping around my cock as I ruin you for anyone else." A rumble resonated in his chest as he gazed down at her while unclasping her bra, allowing it to fall onto the ground, revealing the other breast for him to put his other hand on.

She despised herself for the way she grew more wet from his talking. Her head nodded quite of its own accord, and she whispered desperately, "please."

Wasn't she supposed to hate him?

And yet here she is, practically begging to get fucked by this man.

Before she could take a breath, she found herself bent over on the ledge where she originally sat, inhaling sharply as his large hand left her back. The cold seeped into her skin as her breasts touched the metal, having her gasp at the sensation.

Then she felt him digging his fingers down in the waist of her pants including her underwear when she felt his hot breath on the back of her neck before he pulled her pants down to her knees.

She moaned as one of his hands worked its way over to her slit and felt the wetness there. 

"Fuck, you feel so good," he murmured against her smooth back before rubbing his fingers through her slit. He flickered his middle finger onto her bundle of nerves before sliding down towards where he could dip his finger into her scorching heat. She shuddered against him when he eased another finger into her heat as he grinned before dipping his head to run his hot breath against her left ear.

He began to pump his fingers viciously, rubbing his cock against the smooth skin of her ass before nipping his teeth on her ear when she whimpered at his movements.

He noticed the noise was restrained, and he huffed a chuckle. "Are you ashamed of being fucked by the most hated man in the apocalypse?" He'd then grind his hardened cock against the curve of her ass hard, "or you just didn't want to get caught having my fingers in your pussy?" He panted slightly, sweat began to roll down on his skin as it slicked the inside of his uniform. "Don't hold yourself back sweetheart, especially when the world is already ending." He bit out before pulling his fingers out of her pussy, which made the girl spew out protests, but he ended them when he shoved his fingers that were coated in her wetness, in front of her lips. "Taste yourself," he growled. After she wrapped her lips around his fingers, sucking the digits into her mouth, then he gripped the base of his cock, sliding the head across her skin then in between her thighs.

She jerked back, away from his fingers when she felt the tip of his cock nudging its way against her slit before dipping his cock into her cunt just barely.

He repeated the motion a few times before she huffed. "Just fuck me." She snapped, then she gasped when she felt his fingers tangled her hair before making a fist and pulled her head back.

"I'm debating," he murmured against her ear. "I want to shove my cock into you with you bent over, but I also want to shove it in you while you face me so you can relive this memory over and over while feeling guilty."

Before she could say anything, she felt herself moving to face him, after pulling her zipped combat boots and pants off her body, then he lifted her up onto the ledge before standing between her legs.

She quivered when she felt the head of his cock again, nudging its way in her slit before dipping into her heat once again.

"You won't be able to walk for a week by the time I'm done with you," he breathed before thrusting his hips, shoving his cock into her as hard as he could.

She heard his groan of approval as she gasped with pleasure. He filled her completely and her whole body was once again on fire.

She then felt him laying his head on her shoulder as he withdrew, before slamming his cock in her again with a savage, possessive thrust, and she cried out as her hips jerked up reflexively to meet his as her hands gripped his shoulders.

His hips started snapping against hers more aggressively, and she threw her head back while moaning breathily as his cock hit the spot. His eyebrows raised and he snapped his hips against her with similar movement, clearly pleased when she made a high keen noise.

He then grabbed her ass as he wrapped his other arm around her dampened back, lifting her in the air away from the ledge before pushing his cock back inside of her cunt.

She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, her legs around his clothed waist as his hips moved upwards over and over to the brink of soreness. She knew she wouldn't be able to walk for a week due to his cock constantly brushing against the wall of her cervix.

She began to chant his name as he pounded into her when he brought her hips down in time with his upward thrusting motions, hitting her spot just right, and he felt himself getting close.

"Remember this," He brought his lips an inch from hers. "Remember my face when you touch yourself at all those nights, remember how it felt when my cock destroyed you. Knowing your fingers will never be able to replace my cock, sweetheart." 

She threw her head back as the pleasure wracked her body when she reached the climax.

He was still thrusting into her, but it didn't deter her from sparring at him. "You're an asshole," she hissed, nearly mumbling.

He felt his lips curling upwardly, "I know." He said smugly before continuing, "while I'll be at god knows where, pleasuring myself to the thoughts of you," he gritted his teeth, staring into her pupils’ blown eyes as he thrusted sharply before hearing her gasp. "You will feel guilty for not stopping me and ashamed that you had sex with me; but I won't feel any of that, I'll be gloating that I fucked you instead because I'm an asshole." He breathed before slamming his lips onto hers, holding her body close to him as he rolled his hips into her one last time before his body convulsed as the pleasure washed over him.

He let his hands come up and gently tucked her strands that managed to fall in front of her face behind her ears after setting her down with her feet planted onto the floor; and he released her hair when she took a step back from his presence. “Why haven’t you killed me?”

“Because I don’t want to.” He simply said as he reached down, to tuck his softened cock back into his pants. By the time he looked back to her, she had already put her bra and panties back on, and she was in the middle of putting her pants back on.

He waited until she was fully clothed before walking over to her and rested his free palm on her burning red cheek before tilting her head up to lock eyes with him. She seemed to become more anxious as he unapologetically and shamelessly held her gaze, keeping her guessing for what he was about to say.

"If I live after this war is over...I will find you." He swore when her eyes flickered before closing her eyes then opening them.

She looked at him with a small bitter smile, gazing up at him before taking a small step forward, and with a pause, her lips grazed the curve of his cheek. “We’ll see.”

[system-to-the-madness]

Gravity - Rober Capa x Reader

Pairing: Rober Capa x Reader (can be read as any gender, no pronouns used) AU: EveryoneLives!AU Genre: fluff Word Count: 1 399 Summary: Capa finally gets to hold you in his arms A/N: Be warned. This is less a fic than… a flow of thoughts really. It started out with the idea that the gravity on the Icarus is probably slightly different from Earth’s, and grew from there.

Masterlist

Robert Capa, who knows he's in trouble when halfway to the sun he realises he's fallen in love with you, his crewmate. He's fairly certain you're flirting with him, a little at least, but he never dares to act on his feelings. You're stuck on very limited space after all and if things go south between the two of you (as south as things can go in open space without poles) the whole crew would suffer from the tension. So he sits it out, restricts himself to the little touches when you hand each other things, and relishes in the feeling of your breath fanning over his neck when you lean over his shoulder to see what he's working on.

But he can't help but imagine what it would feel like to fall asleep besides you. He imagines the way your breathing pattern would disturb the monotone humming of the electronics around him, would breathe life into the mechanical darkness surrounding him. He imagines how it would feel when you were to let him rest his head on your chest, listening to the small sounds of you living body under his. The sound of your heart and breath, the little noises your stomach makes. He imagines feeling the warmth of your skin bleeding through the synthetic fibres of your uniform pyjamas. And he imagines what if would feel like if the arm he wishes he could drape over your waist were being pulled down not by artificial but by the natural gravity of earth, a nice, familiar 9.81m/s^2.

He never acts on these daydreams, never mentions them to anyone, doesn't even note them down in the dairy he's obligated to keep. In fact, he's almost a little ashamed for these thoughts, these desires. The desire to feel another living human being close while drifting through open, unliving space, to wrap someone - you - in his arms. So, he keeps pretending everything is normal, even when his breath catches in his throat whenever he sees you, even when his heartrate increases whenever he thinks of you.

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When the payload is set of, and the Icarus on its way back to earth, when the realisation sets in that you made it, you're still alive and on your way home, he hugs you tightly. For the first time, he allows himself to hold you longer than would be appropriate, and he buries his face in your neck, shuddering at how you keep your hands wrapped in his shirt. That night you knock on the door to his bedroom and ask if he can hold you. Against better judgement, he agrees, lets you slip into bed with him, and there you lay in his arms, innocently enough. It's not what he imagined it to be like. But it's definitely nice and warm. A lot warmer than his dark room would be otherwise. He doesn't sleep that night, stays up instead, listening to the even breaths you take, feeling the little twitches when you dream. But his arm is around your waist, not as heavy as it would be on earth, but it's enough for now.

It's not until 16 months later, right before you're supposed to climb into the capsule that brings you from the earth's orbit down to the ground, that you suddenly turn to him. In the past months, you slept almost every night in his narrow bed together with him, and in the nights that you didn’t, he slept in your bed besides you. It was never more than that, holding each other, talking in hushed voices, staring at each other with only a few inches separating your faces. You talked about earth, about what you wanted to do when you're back down there. You wanted to see flowers again, he wanted to eat ramen again, you wanted to go on long walks through green forests, he wanted to hold you every night. The last confession slipped over his lips only in the last night on the Icarus, as if it were his last chance to tell you. You didn’t say anything in return, only smiled at him and nodded.

So, when you turn to him right before you are supposed to climb into the capsule, he isn't sure what he is supposed to expect. A rejection perhaps? A friendly "Thanks for the cuddles, but that's it"? Instead, you lean forward, right into his face. "Kiss me?" It's a question, but not really. It's a demand. And not one he would ever consider refusing. He seals his lips to yours, short but urgently. And then you climb into the capsule, followed by him, sit through being shot through the earth's atmosphere, and you're reaching for his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. That action makes his heart beat faster than the thought of the quickly approaching ground. The first time you see the sun again, without being separated from it by thick layers of glass, Capa thinks his heart is melting in his chest. He didn't think it would be possible to see sunlight like this again, all warm and safe and bright. And especially not while holding your hand in his.

What follows your arrival on earth are a quick meeting with your families, but Capa can only focus on his sister for so long before his eyes are being drawn back to you. Then there are debriefings, not one, not two, but three, all on the same day. When all he really wants to do is lay down, pull you down next to him, and feel his arm being pulled against your body by the earth’s gravity. But instead, he has to sit in these meetings, knowing that tomorrow there will be more of those. He literally just returned from space, saving the earth. Can't they give him a break? He catches your eyes, and you smile amused as if you had read his thoughts and want to say "just accept your fate, it will be over eventually."

But the meetings are being followed up by a dinner with some politicians, and he swears he hears someone comment on his long hair and your unplucked eyebrows and he almost blows up. But then there's your hand on his leg, squeezing his knee gently under the table, and he takes a deep breath of air, air that is not filtered through a survival-support system, and he swallows down his anger.

It all pays off, as it turns out. The meetings, the dinner, the following interview. All of it on the same day that you arrived back from space. It pays off when he finally gets to step foot into his own hotel room, gets to take a proper shower with warm water and shampoo and soap as much as he likes. It pays of when he just slips into the soft cotton pyjama and there's a knock on his door and when he opens it, it's you, standing in front of him, dressed in the same white, cotton pyjama. It pays off, when you wrap your arms around his neck, and whisper "yes" when he asks to kiss you. It pays off, when he pulls you towards his bed, and drops down on it, pulling you next to him. It all pays off, when you cover the two of you with the fluffy blanket, nothing like the thin fleece blankets aboard the Icarus. And when your head hits the pillow, you let him rest his head on your chest, his arms around your waist. He can hear your heartbeat and your even breaths, even the little sounds your stomach makes as it works quietly. You smell of the same hotel issued soap and shampoo that he also used, but somehow you small warmer than him, he thinks. He can't help the sigh on his lips, when you run your fingers through his hair, carding through the long, dark strands. His head is heavy on your chest. Your hand is heavy on his head. His arms are heavy on your waist. This was what he imagined. The in unrelenting force of the earth's gravity, pulling the two of you together, on the planet you traveled millions of miles for to save. And the irrational part of him, the hopelessly romantic part of him, can't help but think that he travelled all this way just to be with you.

[apocalypticdadlover]

Does anyone have any really good wallpapers or lockscreens of Cillian Murphy, that aren't necessarily just pictures of Thomas Shelby? I've been looking for a new lockscreen but I can't find any in good quality of him 😥

Please someone help if you can!!

P.S if you have any of emmett from a quiet place 2 that would also be greatly appreciated! Or even jonathan crane in dark knight rises!

[blvdymary]

Taglist !!

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[floralcyanide]

if anyone can figure out what song inspired the title for triple trouble you get a drabble for Cillian/ any character of his that I’ve already written for (plus Robert Capa and Raymond Leon) and it can be angst, fluff, or smut <3

[theladyofthevarioussorrows]

Sunspots

Fandom: Sunshine (2007)

Pairing: Robert Capa x fem!reader

Word count: 6,400+

Characters: Robert Capa (Cillian Murphy), the rest of the cast is only mentioned.

Summary: Alternate universe (duh). Reader is the 9th crew member on the Icarus II as a second physicist assigned to assist Capa; she and Capa started dating at some point during the mission. But, in this story, the mission was successful, and everyone lived to make it back to Earth; the reader and Capa have been together ever since. The story takes place during a solar eclipse two or three years or so after they make it back to Earth, and as to be expected, Capa is excited about and fascinated by the eclipse, and so is the reader. He is set on making it a beautiful and romantic experience for her, especially since it was because of them that they can see it from Earth.

Warnings and additional tags: Fluff, smut (p in v), established relationship, mention of masturbation (m and f), the mission is successful in this (everyone makes it back to Earth in one piece), soft!dom Capa if you squint, Capa is slightly out of character in this (he's happy, he's deeply in love with the reader, and he's a little bit of a tease), mention of airsickness, reader-insert, reader-interactive, reader uses Capa's first name a few times, Capa calls the reader "sunshine" (I think it's fucking cute okay? Sue me. I'm just a girl.).

Notes: This is my first fic in literal years, and it is in two parts...both are in this post. I took a lot of liberties here. Necessary ones I think, but liberties nonetheless. I don’t know a lot about space and space travel. I know very little about it actually. However, I did do some research (if you could call it that) and tried to make it as accurate to the movie as I could. I had a ton of fun writing this! I miiiiiiiiight add to this later on, we'll see! I hope you guys like it!

--->Smut below the cut! NSFW, minors DO NOT INTERACT!<---

He had been planning this for months. Years, to be exact. Up until now, he was convinced that if he made it back in one piece, he would have been alone.

Capa had spent over a year cramped up on the Icarus II with eight other crew members. Kaneda, Searle, Trey, Corazon, and Cassie seemed to take him seriously a good chunk of the time, but stayed mostly neutral towards him. Harvey and Mace tended to direct a lot of their anger towards him. Whether it was out of jealousy, anxiety, or whatever else, it didn’t matter what their reasoning behind ganging up on the lead physicist was. Despite their unfounded animosities, it was Capa’s stellar bomb that would reignite the Sun and save humanity from extinction. Even though tensions were understandably high, Capa was the only person aboard the Icarus II who knew the gravity and the importance of the mission they were tasked with carrying out. In other words, he was the only one who knew how to operate the device to perform such a miracle. It was really no surprise to anyone that they put Capa in charge of the payload; he understood the mission better than anyone else on the ship, and it showed. Mace and Harvey began to back off once it finally began to sink in that their lives depended on Capa, and because of that, they should take it easy on him. Try to, at least.

Of all the other astronauts on the Icarus II, Capa felt the closest to Y/L/N, the second physicist, a young woman wise beyond her years who was assigned to work alongside Capa. She was a bit younger than him and the rest of the crew, but she proved to have a level-headed way of looking at things, while also presenting herself with an air of cautious optimism. Her grace and appreciation of everything each of the members were doing drew Capa to her, something that initially made him nervous. She captivated him in a mysterious but welcome way, and she was nowhere near immune to his unique allure and quiet charm.

She would watch him in awe as he spoke, completely entranced by his intelligence. Every word he said, every move he made…she felt it in her heart, and deep in her core. After watching her perform her duties effortlessly without ever faltering once, Capa began to feel at ease with her, and he caught himself quietly thanking the forces that be for pairing the two of them together.

It took a lot of effort on his part to keep his composure around her, and little did he know, it was just as difficult for her to behave herself around him. He knew he was falling for her, and he tried to keep it down as long as he possibly could, just in case his feelings for her weren’t reciprocated. Even though she did feel the same way about him, she made a valiant effort to stay focused on the tasks at hand, despite the ever-looming temptation.

She and Capa grew close after spending hours alone working out equations or going over calculations, and even just spending whatever free time they had talking about anything and everything, but nothing too wild or personal just yet. After one particularly restless night, she left her quarters and came out to the common area to find Capa at the table, his head in his hands. He noticed her and lifted his face to look at her, a faint smile escaping his lips.

“Oh, hey. I take it you couldn’t sleep either?” Capa asked her, rubbing the tiredness from his eyes as he shifted in his seat. She looked absolutely beautiful to him, still in her sleep clothes that fit her perfectly, the fabric slightly revealing but leaving just enough to the imagination, her hair down and slightly tousled. His gaze accidentally drifted to her thighs and hips, and he looked away suddenly, focusing back on her face. Capa was trying hard to keep his cool as she stood in front of him, fighting back thoughts of how much better those clothes would look on his bedroom floor. He struggled to push the thought away, and was internally failing miserably at it.

She also felt an all-too-familiar feeling between her legs seeing Capa sitting there in his gray tank top shirt, his hair falling on his shoulders in the sexiest way possible. She couldn’t help but notice his well-defined arms, and traced the path of his veins with her eyes. She tried not to stare at him, and swallowed before she answered. “Yeah, unfortunately. A lot to do, a lot to think about, you know?” she answered back as she walked over to the table to sit down next to him. “Do you mind if I sit with you for a while?”

He motioned for her to sit down, welcoming her. “Oh no, not at all, the company would be nice. And yes, you’re right, there’s tons to think about for sure.” He sat up straighter and turned to face her better as he cleared his throat quietly, still fighting with his wandering mind.

She let out a small breath of relief before she sat down. She turned toward him and continued to speak. “What’s on your mind?” she asked. Even though she was concerned and was aware he was under an insane amount of pressure, she knew Capa had everything under control, and she trusted his judgment completely. “We can talk about it if you’d like.”

He takes a deep breath before answering her. “I guess it’s just nerves. You and I have run the calculations countless times now, and we’re on the correct path with everything, the payload is operational and all that…but I’m still a bit anxious about it. It’s nothing crazy, but, you know…” his voice trails off before looking into her eyes. “I just hope everything goes to plan, that’s all. I don’t think we have any reason to think it won’t, but still.”

She looked back at Capa. “Oh believe me, I totally understand.” She moves closer to him in an attempt to reassure him as she rests her hand on his. “But hey, I have faith that we can get it done and all will be well with the universe.” She smiled. “You’re doing amazing, by the way.”

Capa began to blush as he smiled back, softly but warmly. “Aww, thanks. Just doing my job.” He turned his hand over under hers, holding it gently as their fingers tangled together. “You’re doing great, too. We’re so lucky to have you with us…with me.” His heart skipped a beat. He couldn’t believe he said that out loud, but he didn’t bother trying to go back on it either. “I know I am.” His ocean blue eyes looked at her face, searching for any sign of discomfort or apprehension. He was relieved to find neither in her expression, just her smiling and blushing back at him.

She felt his words deep inside her as if a bomb on a much smaller scale was going off within her chest, and his words almost didn’t register with her right away. She smiled and blushed deeply before continuing. “That’s very sweet of you to say…thank you,” she answered. Despite the fact that they have spent a lot of time alone together in recent weeks, the tension in the room was noticeably thicker…so thick that you could slice it in the air with a scalpel. “I try my best. It’s all I can do, really.” She held onto his hand a little tighter as they gazed into each other’s eyes.

Capa broke the brief silence. “Hey…” he began, speaking warily but keeping his smile. “There’s been something I’ve been meaning to ask you. I’ve been waiting for the right time, and I’m not quite sure when that would be or would have been…I hope you won’t take it the wrong way.”

She looked back at Capa, curious but cautious. “Sure, you can ask me anything. What’s up?” He returned the gentle squeeze of her hand and softly grazed his thumb over her knuckles.

Capa took a deep breath, and looked away from her for a split second before directing his focus right back on her. He could feel his face getting warmer, his fair-skinned face turning a faint pink. He hesitated for a beat before throwing caution to the wind to speak his mind.

“Well…you know how we’ve been spending a lot of time together lately? Not just on protocol and calculations and whatever else…but in general?” He continued to hold her gaze while he waited for her response.

“Yeah, of course. Why?” she asked as she looked at him, still smiling and holding his hand, butterflies forming in her stomach. “Is everything okay?” she asked, trying to gauge where the conversation is going without assuming anything or jumping to any conclusions.

“Oh yeah, everything is fine, all things considered. Amazing, actually…” He swallowed quietly before beginning again. “Um…I guess what I’m trying to say is…I feel closer to you than anyone else on the ship…” He paused and chuckled nervously before he continued to speak. “It’s been a long time since I’ve felt such a connection to someone. You understand me in a way that everyone else doesn’t, and I really appreciate that. A lot.” He smiled and blushed deeper.

She smiled and blushed deeper as well. “I’m glad I can make you feel that way.” She moved closer to him. “I feel the same way about you.”

He reached his free hand up to gently brush some of her hair out of her face, softly caressing her cheek as he did it. “You’re just…I don’t know what the right word is. Exhilarating? Refreshing, maybe? I guess what I mean to say is…” he trailed off before cupping the side of her face with his hand while holding onto her hand with the other. “I’m falling for you. I mean…I have fallen for you. You’re on my mind constantly.” He gazed at her for a beat before continuing his thought. “I hope that doesn’t make anything weird or awkward.” He searched your face again for any opposition. Yet again, he didn’t find any of either.

Capa wasn’t one to divulge his deepest, darkest secrets to anyone, but it took every ounce of his being not to tell her that he’s seen her face behind his eyelids almost every night for the past two or so months, her name in his throat every time his need for her took over. He let it spill all over himself when he couldn’t sleep, which was unfortunately often. She wasn’t going to tell him that she touched herself to the thought of him any time the mood struck her either, soaking her fingers and her sheets beneath her. The two of them, separated only by a thin wall, had been breathing each other’s names as they reached completion for quite some time, and neither of them had shared any feelings for each other until today. As luck would have it, their feelings were mutual.

She leaned into his hand as she looked back at him. “It’s not weird, I promise…I’ve fallen for you too. I’d be lying if I told you I didn’t.” She gazed at him, full of love and infatuation. “You’re all I think about.”

Capa looked back at her with the same intensity. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear that,” he replied. He leaned in closer to her still, less than a foot of space between them. “What I really wanted to ask is…” he trailed off as he caressed her cheek and jawline. “I know this isn’t ideal, and I’m sorry about that…but I want this mission to continue with no regrets. I would hate myself forever if I never told you how I really feel about you. With that being said…would you be okay with us seeing where this goes?” His eyes never left hers as he confessed his love for her. “I want to be with you…if you’ll have me. Now, and, God willing, after the mission, too.”

Her heart pounded in her chest as she heard his words. “Of course I will. I want to be with you, too. I want nothing more than to be with you.”

Capa smiled and let out a sigh of relief before he spoke again. “Thank you…really. You mean everything to me, and I want you to know that…I’ll never let you forget it.” He closed any remaining distance between the two of them. He caressed her face tenderly once more. “May I…?”

She smiled at him with admiration and anticipation. “Yes, you may.”

Capa closed his eyes, leaned in, and kissed her gingerly at first, her eyes fluttering shut. She tilted her head as she kissed him back. Their kiss grew more and more passionate as seconds passed. He held her head gently and he ran his fingers through her hair as she wrapped her arms around his neck, their tongues dancing together softly. Capa slowly broke the kiss and opened his eyes. She opened hers as they pulled away, their pupils blown out with love and desire. He wrapped his arms around her as she pulled him into a tight hug, resting her head in the crook of his neck.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long…” he breathed into her hair as he rubbed his hands on her back, inhaling her sweet scent. “Thank you…I mean it.” Capa blushed some more as he took another deep breath. “God, you make me feel like I’m a teenager again.”

“Me too…you’re absolutely lovely,” she replied, hugging him tighter. “You’re the man I’ve always dreamed of.” She broke the hug before looking into his icy blue eyes again. “Does this mean we’re together?” she asked, blushing and smiling.

Capa smiled back at her. “It does…is that okay with you?” He brushed some of her hair over her shoulder before caressing her face again.

“That is more than okay with me,” she answered. “So, what now?”

Capa blushed deeper as he smiled. “Come here…” He stood up from the table and held his hand out for her to take. She accepted his hand and stood up as he put his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck as his plush lips met hers again, kissing her with more intensity and urgency than he had before. She matched his passion as she returned his kiss, tangling her fingers in his long, dark, soft hair.

Noticing her need for him in her movements, Capa moved his kisses from her lips to her chin and jawline, then down along her neck and collarbone, immediately appreciating her reaction as she moaned quietly, tugging on his gray sleeveless shirt. She mused to herself about how effortlessly gorgeous he looked in it again, biting her lip at the thought, instantly reminded of all those nights she fantasized about taking it off of him. Lost in lustful longing, she struggled to get the words out.

“How did you know that I…maybe…we should probably…go somewhere else…” she whispered in between heavy breaths and soft whimpers. “Someone might wonder…what if someone wakes up and…” This is the first time he’d ever kissed her, and he already figured out one of the things that drives her crazy, knocking the air out of her lungs without trying to.

Capa chuckled slyly as he softly shushed her before he agreed. “A wild guess? But yeah…good call.” He gently pulled her with him towards his small bedroom. “We’ll deal with everyone else later. You’re all that matters to me right now.” He opened his door and let her in before shutting it behind him and locking the two of them inside. He looked at her with concern. “Are you okay with this? We don’t have to…you know…if you don’t want to…” His voice was low and seductive as he moved his hands under her shirt, tracing the curve of her spine and her shoulder blades with his fingers.

She spoke as he trailed off. “Yes, I want to…I want you. I’m sure about this. Are you?” she answered, looking back at him lovingly.

“As sure as I’m alive,” Capa answered, smiling back at her with just as much love. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life.” He kissed her some more before gently pushing her backwards onto his bed and positioned himself between her spread legs as he laid her down.

They spent the rest of the night making love to each other, over and over, drawing out every single moment to make it last as long as possible, and after at least a few hours, they wore each other out completely. Their first entanglement started out slow and sensual until their hunger for each other consumed them. They tried their absolute hardest to keep the noise to a minimum, but that became increasingly difficult for the both of them as their makeout heated up and clothes started to fall away.

Capa was gentle with her for their first time having sex, leaving no part of her untouched or unkissed, committing every inch of her skin to memory as if it was their last night alive. As far as he was aware, the woman underneath him was nothing short of a goddess. She gladly returned the favor, marveling at his incredible beauty. She was completely amazed at how he looked as if he was carved from stone, his whole body breathtakingly perfect to her. As far as they were concerned, it very well could have been their final night together. Neither of them were worried about that now, focusing solely on each other.

She was tight like a vice and sopping wet around him, and he stretched her so deliciously that he would whisper his praises in her ear, encouraging her. Capa made it a habit to cover her mouth as he took her, something she learned to absolutely lose her mind over. If he wasn’t covering her mouth as he brought her to climax, he would make sure to devour her with hot kisses as she contracted around him, bringing his orgasm forth soon after. As much as he would have loved for her to be as loud as she possibly could, Capa found it incredibly sexy and oddly endearing when she struggled to stay quiet under him, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as he poured himself into her.

She was able to rile Capa up in all the best ways possible as well, and he too had some difficulty trying to keep his voice down. One round turned into two, and then three…and on and on until both of them were sore and exhausted. Once they were able to catch their breath, Capa would make sure he didn’t wreck her too much, and if he did, he’d kiss it all away, and she would follow suit. “I love you” were three little words that neither of them could ever get sick of saying or hearing from the other.

After all of their daily tasks were taken care of for the day, every night on the Icarus II thereafter was spent in each other’s arms, whether in Capa’s bed or hers. On nights when they weren’t ravishing each other half to death with reckless abandon, she and Capa would lay in bed together and talk about whatever came to mind until they fell asleep tangled up in each other. She and Capa were able to keep their new relationship a secret for about a week maximum before the crew found out on their own. They were delighted to discover that none of the rest of the crew were surprised that they ended up together. There was initially some concern, but ultimately the crew accepted it and let it continue, because they knew that these moments the crew had together could be the last they have with anyone, so who cares if two of the crew members fell in love?

Mace ribbed Capa about his enthusiastic nightly activities with Y/L/N, and it was nice that he wasn’t fighting with him for once. It was hard for him to believe that Capa, the usually soft-spoken physicist, had that effect on Y/L/N. He even mentioned to Cassie that he has never seen Capa smile as much as he did now, and Cassie added that Y/L/N had a glow about her. For someone as quiet and reserved as Capa, Mace found it amusing that his new girlfriend could bring him out of his shell like that, and although he would never admit it, he was glad that it was Y/L/N.

Capa was bashful about discussing his relationship with Y/L/N to the others, shying away from the sexual aspect, but he had no issue praising her and giving her credit when it was due. It was obvious that he was absolutely head over heels for Y/L/N, and she blushed anytime the crew teased her or tried to get her to reveal any juicy details about their rendezvous behind closed cabin doors. They were in love, and it brought a new positive energy to the rest of the mission. Kaneda was thankful that everyone seemed to be getting along better and in good spirits, while Trey and Harvey were indifferent towards the two physicists becoming a couple, but thrilled for them nonetheless.

Searle, being a doctor, wasn’t really concerned with it, but was also excited for them. He pretended not to notice the love marks Capa bit into Y/L/N’s neck or the faint scratches she had left on Capa’s shoulders, and especially tried to ignore the way Y/L/N would squirm slightly when she sat down. Corazon, happily content that a relationship so strong could come from something so hellish, reminded everyone that they had a surplus of oxygen coming from the garden due to overgrowth. The crew would still have more than enough oxygen to go around, whether Capa and Y/L/N were “fucking like rabbits” or not, as Mace put it.

After a few weeks of calculations, trajectory adjustments, and protocols during the day and exploring each other and falling in love more and more at night, Capa led the rest of the crew to carry out the mission successfully. Capa made sure everything was done exactly to plan, and he didn’t do anything without his girl by his side, from the ignition of the bomb all the way through the terrifying trek back to Earth.

It didn’t matter how many times the crew had practiced and prepared for the descent back to solid ground, the airsickness still hit Y/L/N the hardest. It was the part of being an astronaut she hated the most, and she never quite got used to it. Capa was well aware of this having seen her go through it during their zero-gravity training, and he felt bad that it was hard on her. He was one of the lucky ones who could handle it well; the worst of it for him was a slight change in equilibrium that left him briefly lightheaded. But now he took care of her lovingly, holding her hair out of the way and rubbing her back as the nausea won the battle against her, never leaving her side until he knew she was okay.

She was embarrassed about it as it was happening, not wanting anyone to see her so violently ill, but was eventually able to joke about it once the sick, spinning feeling dissipated. All of that initial anxiety melted away knowing her boyfriend was right there beside her, making sure she felt well enough before taking care of any other necessary tasks. He reassured her that a lot of people are really sensitive to it, and that it’s nothing to be ashamed of. In an attempt to make light of the situation, Capa reminded her that the reduced-gravity aircraft they used during their weightlessness training was called the “Vomit Comet” for a reason.

As the Icarus II landed, the crew was met with a massive crowd of people cheering them on, congratulating them on their historic achievement, while also mourning the deaths of the previous Icarus crew. Once everyone was back to their normal selves, or as close to it as possible, Cassie, Mace, Corazon, Trey, Searle, Harvey, and Kaneda all went back to their homes in various places around the world.

Meanwhile, Capa and Y/L/N settled down somewhere in the halfway point between their hometowns, close enough to Capa’s sister and her kids in one direction, and Y/L/N’s family in the other. They had found themselves a nice house outside of the city, and the two built their own small planetarium in their backyard together. Their two-story home was modest but just enough for them; not too small, but not too big either. It was there that they stayed happily for the next couple of years.

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It was a warm April day, but to Capa, it wasn’t just any typical day. Today was special.

The solar eclipse was happening today. He hadn’t seen an eclipse on Earth in many years. He has seen a few eclipses from the vantage point of the Icarus II in space, but it’s been a long time since he’s experienced one from the ground, and it just so happened that the path of totality was going right over his house he shared with his girlfriend, Y/L/N.

Of course, being a physicist and an astronaut, he knew the date and time of when the Moon was supposed to pass in front of the Sun ahead of time -- months, maybe years in advance -- and he knew he wanted to experience it with the love of his life. Even more than that, he wanted to make the experience as beautiful and as romantic as he possibly could. It was because of the couple and the rest of the Icarus II crew that they were able to view such a remarkable thing from Earth after all.

While Y/L/N was away for a few hours finishing a few last-minute errands, Capa was busy in their backyard in the midday spring air, setting up a massive telescope and a camera. Next to his setup, he spread out a large blanket on the grass, and on it he set a bottle of wine and two glasses. As he was getting the angle of the telescope just right and setting the time lapse to the correct adjustments on the camera, he thought he heard Y/L/N’s car pull into their driveway. As she got out of the car, she looked around for him, but didn’t see him right away.

“Sweetheart, I’m home!” she called out. She waited a second before calling out for him again. “Robert? Honey?”

“I’m in the backyard, baby,” he called back to her. “I’ll be right there.” Capa walked over to her to help her carry the bags into the house. He helped her put the groceries away in the kitchen, and once everything had been taken in and put away, he pulled her to his chest and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her deeply, leaving her breathless. She kissed him back, returning his intensity as she held onto his shoulders. She wobbled a little, but Capa held onto her tight, not letting her fall. He gently broke the kiss, his arms still around her.

“Welcome home, sunshine,” Capa said, his eyes full of love. “I was getting nervous for a second there.”

A little dizzy from his kiss, she giggled before answering. “I’m sorry, sweetheart…traffic was backed up, but I made it.” She kissed him again as she hugged him. “How much time do we have until everything goes dark?”

Capa returned the kiss, gently running his hands up and down her back. “We have about half an hour or so before we can see anything happen.” He smiled at her as he played with her hair lovingly. “Might as well head outside so we don’t miss anything cool…what do you think, angel?”

She blushed as she leaned into his touch. “Sure, hun. Let’s go.” She took his hand as he led her outside to their backyard. He helped her sit down on the blanket he put out for them before sitting down next to her. Her eyes widened at the romantic scene he had created for the two of them, the telescope and the camera, as well as the bottle of wine and glasses, and the string lights he attached to the sides of their little planetarium.

He opened the bottle and poured the wine into a glass and handed it to her, before doing the same for himself. “Here you go, my love,” he said as he handed the glass to her.

She gently took the glass from him and smiled. “Thank you, sweetheart.” They tapped their glasses together before they each took a sip. “God, baby, this is really beautiful,” she said, her voice wavering slightly as she rested her head on his shoulder.

He kissed her forehead tenderly. “Not nearly as beautiful as you are,” he said as he smiled back, wrapping his arm around her. “I love you so much. Forever and always.” he said as he planted another small kiss on the top of her head.

“I love you too. So much. With my whole heart.” she replied, nuzzling up closer to him.

Capa leaned over to kiss her on the lips one more time. “Shouldn’t be too much longer…it’s getting kinda dark, and it’s quiet all of a sudden.” He moved slightly to look through the telescope lens. “We’re really close now, I think.” He pulled away and moved the lens towards her. “Here, look at this…it reminds me of all those eclipses you and I used to watch together on the ship, just smaller and farther away.”

She looked through the lens and smiled. “I’ll never get tired of looking at things like this,” she said as the sky started to dim. “It’s always so breathtaking to see.”

While she was distracted by looking at the interstellar image in the eyepiece of the telescope, he stood up and reached into his pocket to pull out an engagement ring with a sunstone gem encrusted in the center, and hid it inside his hand. The sky was getting darker still, and the Moon was almost completely covering the Sun.

“Y/F/N?” he asked as he stood in front of her.

She pulled away from the telescope, and Capa helped her to her feet with his free hand. “Yes, Robert?” she asked as the Moon moved closer to blocking the Sun. “What is it?” The sky turned pitch black except for the light coming from the Sun beginning to hide behind the Moon.

He swallowed as he chose his words carefully. “You mean the world to me, Y/F/N. You are my world. Being with you has made me the happiest man on Earth.” He slowly dropped down to one knee in front of her, causing her to gasp as he took her left hand in both of his. “I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life right here with you. Will you marry me?” he asked gently and lovingly as tears started to form in his eyes.

She trembled and started to cry tears of joy. “Oh my God…yes! Of course I’ll marry you!”

Tears started to fall down his cheeks as he slipped the ring onto her finger. He stood back up and took her into his arms and kissed her deeply. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back, his tears mixing with hers. Overhead, the Sun appeared as a white circle in the sky, while the string lights glimmered behind them in the darkness caused by the eclipse.

“I love you, sunshine. More than anything else in the universe.” Capa said as he gently wiped away the tears from her face. He smiled as he wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug. As they held each other, the sky began to brighten back up. He pulled away from the hug to kiss her deeply again. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too, sweetheart. So much. More than words can ever say.” she replied, kissing away his tears. “I can’t wait to be your wife.”

Capa blushed. “And I can’t wait to be your husband.” He kissed her back, holding her tightly in silence for a bit before speaking again. “So how was that? Pretty awesome, huh?”

She giggled and blushed. “Everything was amazing! Absolutely beautiful! I’m the luckiest woman on the planet to have you.” She kissed his cheek as she held him close.

Capa smiled and blushed as well. “Good, I’m glad. And I’m the luckiest man on the planet to have you, too.” He kissed her back with a little bit more passion than before. “I was thinking…”

She kissed him back, matching his intensity. “Oh? Thinking about what?” she asked, looking into his beautiful cobalt blue eyes.

“I was thinking that maybe we can go to bed early tonight…you know, to celebrate,” he said with an air of seduction in his voice. “And we don’t have anything going on tomorrow…” He kissed her again, this time biting her bottom lip softly and tugging on it with his teeth before letting it go, eliciting a small moan from her.

She kissed him back, feeling a wet warmth pool between her thighs as he ran his hands up and down her body. She moaned breathlessly before speaking. “Yeah? And how should we do that?”

Capa smiled wickedly as he began to kiss her jawline and collarbone before leaving a lingering kiss where her neck meets her shoulder. “Well, I could start there…”

She moaned a little louder. “My God…you know what happens when you do that…” she breathed as he continued to tease her.

Capa laughed slyly. “Believe me, I’m well aware of what happens, and I’ll never get sick of it. What do you say we go upstairs…” he trailed off before kissing her neck again, his teeth lightly scraping against her collarbone. “I’ve spent enough time exploring the sky when I’d much rather spend all night exploring my future wife,” he murmured, his lips against hers. “And every night after that.”

She swooned at his words, feeling weak at the knees in his arms. “Anything you say, baby,” she whispered. “I’m all yours. Forever.”

“Forever with you sounds pretty fantastic to me,” he said, full of desire for her. Wasting no time at all, Capa took her by the hand and led her into the house. “I’ll be right back, babe. I’ll meet you in the bedroom in a minute,” he said, his voice dripping with lustful need. She didn’t need him to tell her twice as she started up the stairs, but not before he playfully swatted her on the ass on her way up, making her giggle. He practically ran out to bring everything they had left outside into the house as fast as he could, shutting the door behind him with a soft slam when he came back in. He threw the blanket on a chair, leaned the telescope against the wall, set the camera down next to it, and brought the bottle of wine and the two glasses upstairs with him. He entered their bedroom and put everything in his hands on the nightstand.

Capa saw his now-fiancée sitting on the edge of their bed, eagerly waiting for him. “Took you long enough,” she teased him as she bit her lip looking at him. “I was beginning to wonder if you’d ever come back.” Her voice was sultry as she shifted on their mattress.

Blushing, Capa rolled his eyes in mock annoyance as he smiled, and teased her right back. “I was gone maybe two seconds max…you want me that bad already, huh?” She nodded as he took her into his arms again, kissing her deeply as he pulled her closer. Kneeling on the mattress in front of him as he stood at the edge of the bed, she returned his kisses as she lifted his shirt up and over his head before tossing it to the floor. “Good, because I need to have you right now,” he said, his excitement becoming nearly painful. Capa then started to undo the buttons of her shirt, fumbling with them slightly before giving in. He ripped it clear off of her shoulders, sending buttons flying in all directions, causing her to gasp and giggle in delight. He dragged her ruined shirt off of her shoulders and threw it behind him as he pulled one of the straps of her bra down to kiss her collarbone.

“You asked for it, love…I told you, you know what happens when you kiss me and bite me like that.” She kissed him again as she started to unbuckle his belt. “I think you know by now I can’t behave when you torture me.” She shot him a sexy wink before kissing him again. His breath caught in his throat as she tore his belt from around his hips and threw it to the floor to join his shirt.

“Torture, huh? Are you sure? Because something tells me you enjoy it. Quite a lot.” His voice had a sensual danger about it, and it thrilled her. He held her chin with his forefinger and thumb before dropping his voice to a velvety whisper. “And yes, I know exactly what happens. I want to see how much you can take. I also happen to know each and every thing that drives you wild.” He unhooked her bra with his free hand and took it off of her so slowly that she trembled. “See? Just like that.”

Thank you for reading! I hope you guys liked it, and if you did, I'd be happy to hear your thoughts and my requests are open! <3

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Sou dessas que adora uma lista!!! Mas sempre ficará de fora uma "montoeira" de livros maravilhosos.. Achei essa brincadeira no Youtube na página do @onavegando ! Respondi, mas dói deixar alguns de fora 😢📖 (A)utor favorito: Alexandre Dumas, père​ (B)ebida Preferida enquanto lê: Chá (quente ou frio) (C)itação Literária favorita: "A vida, Janjão, é uma enorme loteria" (Machado de Assis) (D)etestaste ler: A Cabana (E)stás a ler: Morte de Reis (Bernard Cornwell) (F)eliz por ter dado uma oportunidade: O Cortiço (Aluízio de Azevedo) (G)ênero literário que não lê: auto-ajuda (H)ardcover ou Paperback: hardcover (capa dura) (I)nternet ou livraria física: vixi, os dois! (J)ulgas livros pela capa: Não, mas busco a capa que mais me agrada da edição. (L)ivro mais longo que já leu: A Dança da Morte (Stephen King) 1248 páginas. (M)omento mais importante na sua vida literária: ler Alexandre Dumas em língua francesa. (N)úmero de estantes que possui: estante-1, prateleiras-9 (O)bsessões literárias: edições antigas e raras (P)ersonagem que namoraria na escola: Mr. Thornton ❤ (Q)uantos livros tem para ler: 225 não lidos. #abençoajesus (R)essacas literárias - quando foi a sua última: "As Pontes de Madison" (Robert James Waller) (S)érie que precisa terminar: Crônica Saxônicas (Bernard Cornwell) (T)rês dos livros favoritos: O Conde de Monte Cristo (Alexandre Dumas), O Senhor dos Anéis (JRR Tolkien), A Coisa (Stephen King) (U)ltimo livro que você leu: O Inimigo de Deus (Bernard Cornwell) (V)oltarás a ler: todos os livros que puder (menos A Cabana) (W)ishlist - qual o último livro adicionado: A Queda de Gondolin (JRR Tolkien) ed. Harper Collins (X) marca o livro - qual o 24º da sua estante: estou em processo de mudança, está tudo fora do lugar. (Y)a ou livros adultos: geralmente, prefiro os livros adultos. (Z)zz o último livro que te manteve acordada de madrugada: O Véu Pintado (William Somerset Maugham) . Ufa! Foi! . . #booktag #viciadosemlivros #alexandredumas #stephenking #machadodeassis #bernardcornwell #aluizioazevedo #mrthorton #jrrtolkien #williamsomersetmaugham (à Sebo do Portuga) https://www.instagram.com/omniavanitasblog/p/BwulVvGARe1/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1trlqbopdomsz

[estudiodedecoracion]

Philip Michael Wolfson

Philip Michael Wolfson. Arquitecto y diseñador de mobiliario e interiores.

Philip Michael Wolfson (1958, Filadelfia, Pensilvania, EE.UU.) es hijo de un ingeniero de la NASA.

Estudió arquitectura en la Universidad de Cornell (Ithaca, Nueva York) y en la Architectural Association School of Architecture de Londres, donde fue descubierto por la ya fallecida arquitecta Zaha Hadid, con la que trabajó después como Jefe de diseño durante diez años.

En 1991 fundó su propio estudio Philip Michael Wolfson Architecture + Design, donde desarrolla piezas de edición única y seriadas.

Con una manera de hacer distintiva, cuestionándose las formas y las ideas del Movimiento Moderno de principios del siglo XX, Philip Michael Wolfson plantea un enfoque único influenciado por la dinámica que produce la fractura/ruptura y la fragmentación.

Su concepto deriva de la dinámica de las formaciones naturales y el movimiento geométrico, donde los materiales se manipulan en formas fluidas y superponiendo capas.

La luz y las sombras son parte integral del resultado final de la obra, produciendo unos diseños estilizados y elegantes que se asemejan a formas orgánicas cuyo origen es la naturaleza, como contorsiones geológicas sedimentadas o como los movimientos enérgicos de un director de orquesta apasionado.

El refinado uso de materiales como la madera, el vidrio, los diferentes metales y tipos de piedra, así como nuevos materiales, como la fibra de carbono, aporta una elegancia dinámica y un sentimiento contemporáneo individual único.

Entre sus participaciones en proyectos de interiorismo están el diseño de piezas clave del mobiliario para el restaurante Robert (2010) en la azotea del Museo de las Artes y del Diseño de Nueva York (con vistas hacia Columbus Circle, Central Park y Broadway).

Este proyecto incluía una mesa de acero de más de 4 metros de largo y las mesas más pequeñas de cóctel. La iluminación fue diseñada por la prestigiosa arquitecta de San Francisco Johanna Grawunder y las piezas de tapicería por el maestro, ya un clásico, Vladimir Kagan.

Otra pieza destacada suya es “SoundForm FLUID” (2011), una pieza escultórica -para el lanzamiento de Glenmorangie Scotch Whisky en Taiwán y China- que fue concebida como una visualización concreta de la longitud de onda generada al verter un líquido en un cristal.

“SoundForm FLUID” fue el desarrollo de una poesía visual con la función de una barra de bar, con una forma escultórica tangible, surgida de la investigación de los estudios de Philip Michael Wolfson sobre la manera en la que el sonido se puede transportar y transformar en un objeto físico específico.

Otra pieza de mobiliario destacada es la mesa “Origami FloorDanceO“, una nueva variación de la serie Origami (2011).

La serie de Origami es una abstracción del plegamiento, de la estratificación y de la yuxtaposición de superficies. Fuerzas estáticas contra fuerzas dinámicas, un momento estático de un manual de pliegues y de acción suspendida y congelada.

“Origami FloorDanceO” es una mesa de café escultórica donde combina materiales como el aluminio y el cristal. En esta mesa Wolfson analiza el diálogo entre el ángulo y el círculo, y la sucesión de capas y la yuxtaposición de elementos crea una forma compleja de fuerzas estáticas y dinámicas.

Para Wolfson la arquitectura del siglo XXI aspira a parecerse, a escala monumental, a la escultura.

Philip Michael Wolfson piensa que el diseño experimental de muebles está a la vanguardia al acercarse claramente a la escultura, en un nivel diferente y con sólo la diferencia del elemento relativo a la función.

En este sentido, Philip Michael Wolfson es un radical y un aventurero que se enfoca en ese ámbito ambiguo donde se yuxtaponen conceptos diferentes.

Se puede decir que Wolfson está radicado entre la escultura y las formas que pueden apenas concebirse para ser utilizadas como muebles.

Sus diseños están expuestos en galerías de renombre como Contrasts Gallery en Shanghai y  Sebastian & Barquet de Nueva York; en Ferias de Arte y Diseño de alto nivel como Art Basel (Suiza, Florida y Hong Kong); Design Miami (Florida); Salone Internazionale del Mobile de Milán, TEFAF en Maastricht (Holanda), y a través de Casas de subastas como Christie’s y Phillips de Pury & Co. en Londres y Nueva York.

Ha tenido exposiciones individuales en la Galería Franziska Kessler (2009) de Zurich (Suiza); el Festival de Diseño 2009 de Londres; en la Industry Gallery (2012) de Washington, D.C. y la Feria Internacional del Mueble Contemporáneo 2014 (un festival anual de diseño que se celebra en el Centro Javits) de la ciudad de Nueva York, entre otros.

Las obras de Philip Michael Wolfson han sido exhibidas, o incluidas, en numerosas colecciones internacionales como el Victoria & Albert Museum de Londres (Reino Unido); la Fundación Cartier de París (Francia) y el Price Tower Arts Centre de Bartlesville (EE.UU.).

Philip Michael Wolfson (pág. web).

Philip Michael Wolfson y “Longevity” desk (2007). Edición de 5 piezas hechas de aluminio, vidrio y madera.

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Achille Castiglioni

Adolf Loos

Alessandro Mendini

Alfredo Häberli

Alvar Aalto

Andrea Branzi

Andrée Putman

Andreu Carulla

Andy Martin

Antonio Citterio

Arend Groosman

Arik Levy

Arne Jacobsen

Autoban

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BarberOsgerby

Benjamin Graindorge

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Bertjan Pot

Boca do Lobo

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Carlo Alessi

Carlo Mollino

Carlos Tíscar

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Charles y Ray Eames

Claudio Colucci

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Dieter Rams

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Doriana y Massimiliano Fuksas

Doshi Levien

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Edward van Vliet

Eero Aarnio

Eero Saarinen

Eileen Gray

Elena Manferdini

Elisabeth Garouste

Enzo Mari

Ettore Sottsass

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Fernando Mastrangelo

Filippo Mambretti

Finn Juhl

Formafantasma

Francesco Rota

Frank Gehry

Frank Lloyd Wright

Fredrikson Stallard

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Gabriella Crespi

Gae Aulenti

Gaetano Pesce

George Nelson

George Sowden

Gerrit Rietveld

Gio Ponti

Goula Figuera

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Hans J. Wegner

Héctor Serrano

Hella Jongerius

Hermanos Campana

Hervé Van der Straeten

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India Mahdavi

Inga Sempé

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Jaime Hayón

Jasper Morrison

Jean Prouvé

Jean-Marie Massaud

Joaquim Tenreiro

Joe Colombo

Johan Lindstén

Jonathan Adler

Joost Van Bleiswijk

Jörg Schellmann

Josef Hoffmann

Jurgen Bey

K

Karim Rashid

Kelly Wearstler

Kenya Hara

Kiki Van Eijk

Konstantin Grcic

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Le Corbusier

Lex Pott

Lievore Altherr

Lindsey Adelman

Lucas Muñoz Muñoz

Ludovica y Roberto Palomba

M

Maarten Baas

Maarten Van Severen

Marc Newson

Marcel Breuer

Marcel Wanders

Marianne Brandt

Matali Crasset

Matteo Thun

Mattia Bonetti

Max Lamb

Michael Anastassiades.

Michele de Lucchi

Mies van Der Rohe

Miguel Milá

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Nadadora

Naoto Fukasawa

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Nigel Coates

Nika Zupanc

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Ora Ïto

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Paolo Lomazzi

Patricia Urquiola

Patrick Naggar

Patrick Norguet

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Philippe Starck

Piero Fornasetti

Pierre Charpin

Pierre Paulin

Piet Hein Eek

Poul Kjaerholm

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Quentin de Coster

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Ricardo Fasanello

Richard Hutten

Richard Sapper

Rick Owens

Rodolfo Dordoni

Ron Arad

Ron Gilad

Ronan & Erwan Bouroullec

Ross Lovegrove

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Sacha Lakic

SANAA

Satyendra Pakhalé

Scholten & Baijings

Seung-Yong Song

Shiro Kuramata

Simone Simonelli

Snarkitecture

Sori Yanagi

Sou Fujimoto

Stefan Diez

Studio Job

Studio Kaksikko

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Tapio Wirkkala

Tejo Remy

Thomas Sandell

Tokujin Yoshioka

Tom Dixon

Toni Grilo

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Ueli y Susi Berger

UUfie

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Verner Panton

Vico Magistretti

Vincent Van Duysen

Vincenzo de Cotiis

Vladimir Kagan

Von Pelt

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William Plunkett

William Sawaya

X

Xavier Lust

Xavier Mañosa

Y

Yrjo Kukkapuro

Yves Béhar

Z

Zaha Hadid

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from http://decorador.online/disenadores-destacados/philip-michael-wolfson/

[kathryntrattner]

Darrell Vannostran - Portraits - Plaza District

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"The pictures are there, and you just take them."  -- Robert Capa

I've always loved the Plaza District and there are times when I really miss living in that area. It's changed so much over the last few years and become one of the coolest places in the city. My favorite part? The murals. I love the art. There is always a new one to see and I love that they're changed and refreshed on a regular basis. I was working through my backlog in Lightroom and found these from 2015. The Plaza Walls have changed since these were taken which is a great excuse to grab my camera out and go back!

[saintmuses]

❝𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚❞

Pairing:

Robert Capa x Best Friend!Reader

Summary:

He called her sunshine the moment they knew each other on Icarus II, and they always teetered on the line of best friends and more until one night.

Warning(s): Slight humping. Fluffy. Confessions. Possessive!Capa. Lyrics of You Are My Sunshine is in italics. Minors, dni!

Word Count: 790

She woke up to the sound of the mechanical bolt door opening, and she rolled over to see her best friend Capa stepping inside her bunker. “Sunshine,” he murmured his nickname for her. 

His icy eyes burned a hole through her as he stepped closer to her, knees touching the bed as he waited for her permission to get in the bed with her. 

She lifted the blankets on her bed as if she had done it a thousand times. Truthfully she had done it every night and his bed had never been slept in since the first month they aboard the mission.

He climbed into her bed, wrapping her up in his arms on top of her. He squeezed her tightly as he had done it every night, burying his face in her neck.

“I couldn’t wait any longer, came over as soon as I was done with the end of day report,” he mumbled against her skin before pulling back to grin at her, his blue eyes sparkling in the dim blue light. “Tell me about your day, Sunshine.”

She giggled before it was silenced by his action of nestling back into her neck. Lips brushing against her skin.

Her voice turned softer as she told him about her day. Eventually, there was a lull in the conversation and she was about to tell him good night when he said something that sent her into haywire just enough to drag her away from the edge of sleep.

“Have I ever told you how hard your sleepy voice makes me?” he asked quietly into her skin, restrained even, making it sound like he was holding back a groan. “I love coming here before you fall asleep, but I always had to leave the room to…” trailing off as he admitted, embarrassment coated his tone as his cheeks turned flushed which she could feel it against the skin of her jaw.

“Rob,” she murmured, not believing him. “Don’t lie,” her voice was still laced with sleepiness.

“I’m not,” he insisted. “I’m hard right now.” He made a soft sound, like a grunt. He pushed his bulge between her legs, rubbing slightly against her covered cunt to emphasize his statement.

She attempted to hold back a gasp, instead a small whimper slipped from her throat as her thighs strained to lock in place against a sudden pulse she had felt in her cunt.

He must’ve heard the sound because she could hear the grin in his voice when he spoke. “You like it, don’t you?”

She swallowed heavily, trying to find a way to deny with reasons why she should say no. It felt like crossing a line if she were to say yes, but she knew Capa was serious, always had been. She nodded which she knew he had felt the confirmation.

“I’m not going to have you like this just yet. Not until you are ready, okay?” he asked, his voice rough like sandpaper.

She nodded once again.

“I love it when you don’t hide the fact we’re practically living together,” he confessed. His tone was warm, like he was grinning which did not happen often unless it was around her. “It shows others that you’re mine.”

“I’m not yours, Rob,” she protested half-heartedly. Staring at the paneling ceiling, she shivered when she felt him chuckling mirthlessly before pulling away from her neck to face her.

“You’re my best friend,” he said resolutely, his eyes flashing. “That makes you mine. Not Mace’s, not Cassie’s, not anyone else’s. Mine.” He said lowly as if there was no argument she could come up with to change his mind.

“Okay.” She said simply, looking into his gaze which made his lips curved into a soft smile.

She’d suppose that he was the silent outsider of the group because he rarely socialized with others except her. She was the only one who he let in without a question.

“I love you. Like I’m in love with you, Sunshine,” he murmured in a deep, husky voice that had her heart going pitter patter from his confession. “And I’m never letting you go.”

“Promise?” She asked, the corners of her mouth pulling up in a hesitant smile as her hands were fisted in the back of his tank top.  “And…I love you too.”

His expression was serious, the lines of his boyishly handsome face earnest as he spoke, “I promise.” Before pressing his lips against hers tenderly for the first time then he moved from her mouth to her ear. Pressing his lips against her ear, “you are my sunshine, my only sunshine.” He sang softly, making her smile widely since he always did this every night. “You make me happy when skies are gray…”

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Dr. Robert Capa x Reader

Gravity

fluff - wc: 1 399 - Capa can't help but want his arm around your waist being weighted down by earth's gravity instead of the fake gravity aboard the Icarus