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daydreaming-en-pointe · 4 months

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ATSV As Things My Friends Said On Our School Trip

Miguel: listen here motherfucker I don’t need to be on my period to be a bad person

42!Miles: YOUR PARENTS SHOULD HAVE USED PROTECTION

1610!Miles: WE’RE LITERALLY TWINS???

The Spot: oh would you look at that - it’s time to go batshit crazy! :D

Hobie: 🎶 I just crapped my pants, thought it was a fart… it was diarrhoea 🥰 🎶

Jess: if you’re trying to make Mayday feel better this is not how you do it.

Pavitr: (trying his best to shuffle) CALIFORNIA 🌴 GIRLS 👧 WE’RE UNFORGETTABLE 💋 DAISY DUKES 🩳 BIKINIS 👙 ON TOP

1610!Miles: (watching him with Gwen from a distance) …who’s gonna tell him

Gwen: I think he’ll figure it out in 3… 2…

Pavitr: (falls into pool)

Hobie: HAHAHA UNO!

Pavitr: nuh uh

Hobie: fym nuh uh??

Pavitr: EAT PLUS 4S MOTHERFUCKER (slams card on table)

Peter B.: And what do we say when we hurt someone’s feelings?

Mayday: (raises her hand) FUCK THE PATRIARCHY

Peter B.: Mayday NO

Hobie: Mayday YES!

Gwen: FEEL THE WRATH OF THE TEENAGE GIRL ANGST (sprays water at everyone through a hose)

Hobie: I’m having a midlife crisis, people!

Gwen: …midlife? You only plan to live until you’re 36?

Hobie: honestly if I live that long that’s quite an accomplishment

Margo: do you have games on your phone

Miguel: no

Margo: then SHOVE OVER and let me download my dress up game or I WILL burn this place to the ground.

Miguel: wh-

Margo: LISTEN HERE BUDDY. Super Stylist is the one thing keeping me sane, okay? Okay. Give me your phone. This is not a request.

42!Miles: oh look! It’s the less cool version of me

1610!Miles: AT LEAST I DON’T SPEND HALF AN HOUR EVERY DAY TALKING TO MYSELF IN THE MIRROR WHILE DOING MY FUCKING EYELINER

Gwen: what if-

1610!Miles: Look. I love you with all my heart and I always will, okay? YES I would love you if you were a goose. Yes I would love you if you were a poisonous caterpillar. Yes I would love you if you were a tree trunk. You don’t have to keep asking.

1610!Miles: now go to sleep PLEASE it’s 3am and you’re a demon in the morning until you have coffee. I’m not sure I’ll have the energy to hold you back from socking people when they wish you good morning

Bonus:

(Nikita is my spidersona and Maitreyi is @hobiebrownismygod ‘s)

Pavitr: currymuncher

Nikita: Basic ass bitch ‘oh plain dal chaaval mera pyaar’

Pavitr: UNBUTTERED NAAN

Nikita: EMPTY SAMOSA

Pavitr: TASTELESS PANI PURI

Nikita: oh yOU DID NOT JUST-

Maitreyi: everyone shut up right now or no gulab jamun

Pavitr:

Nikita:

Maitreyi: that’s what I thought.

Maitreyi: …useless bowls of veg biriyani

Pavitr & Nikita: IT’S FUCKING PULAO-

( @hobiebrownismygod the moment this conversation happened I immediately thought of the 3 idiots 😁)

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doe-writes-stuff · 7 months

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A/N - More of the cowboy space dad, because honestly there is never enough of this fictional man. <3 This is just some of reader having a moment to just...acclimate after being pulled into everything that is Constellation. Sam's there to provide some much-needed company.

WARNINGS: None, drinking of alcohol. Tiny hints of flirting before relationship?

The ornate tumbler of whiskey burns like nothing else on the way down your throat, but damn it was much needed after the week you’d had. The glass gives a dull clunk as you set it back down on the Lodge’s bar top with a wince and a hissed ‘ahh.’ The first of the night, and likely not the last.

The headquarters of Constellation, for once, is silent. Well, save for the ever-present hum that the three artifacts emanated down below in the library. Even with the door to the library balcony shut, you could still hear and feel its looming, distinct presence at the deepest part of your subconscious. Some part of you is comforted by this, but the other shivers in a muted sort of horror at this ‘connection’ you seem to share with the damned thing.

Sitting on the stool with your elbows propped up on the counter, your head falls into your hands, fingers massaging slowly at your throbbing temples. As you waited for the alcohol to kick in and give your turbulent thoughts some respite, it was unfortunately impossible not to dwell on the very thing you were trying to forget about.

One minute, you’d been stuffed into a too-big mining suit and strapped with a cutter to mine on the little nowhere planet of Vectera. Argos Extractors. A simple contract. An easy paycheck. The perfect place to keep your head down, not make waves, and just…earn a living that wouldn’t draw the ire of the many powers that be. Trade Authority, Ryujin, GalBank, it didn’t matter who. Better to be a nobody and just…coast through your lonely little life and retire someday with enough for a decent ship all your own. That had been the idea, at least.

And then the vision had knocked your breath away, both literally and figuratively. The moment your suit had brushed against the metallic surface, colors and feelings and sounds you’d never imagined had assaulted your brain. There’d been vibration across your skull, what felt like a blindingly white-hot swelter of heat, but accompanied by a chill so icy you thought yourself frozen. All at once, you’d gotten the sensation of the galaxy expanding in size and scope tenfold. But when you’d come to, Heller and Lin standing over you with marked concern, the world had looked exactly the same as before.

You could never quite convince yourself you hadn’t been yanked from one reality, given a glimpse of something incredible beyond words or comprehension, and dropped back where you’d come from with little regard for the consequences to follow.

Maybe that’s exactly what it’d been…in which case, a shiver ran down your spine again.

Whatever it had been exactly, everything had been upturned in that one moment. Pirates and a fire fight; adrenaline had coursed through your body as bullets whizzed past your helmet, all while still reeling and trying to make sense of the vision. Your hands had shaken for hours after the fact.

Then meeting Barrett—a man like no one you’ve ever met before—who’d practically thrown you onto his ship with his robot companion, sent off to bring the artifact that had given you such boggling visions to begin with to the rest of his team back on New Atlantis. As if you’d just waltz into some science club with that hunk of metal with little explanation for why you were there.

And that hadn’t even been the end of it…

Vasco had analytically drawled at you in its robotic voice that you must destroy the pirates that’d been on Barrett’s tail, and so you’d entered their base of operations, weapon in hand and senses surely left somewhere behind on Vectera, and taken them out. Pure luck had you walk out of there alive. Most of that day was coming back a little fuzzy. Hell, maybe it was just your whiskey at this point…

Speaking of, you pour another finger’s worth of the stuff into your glass, marveling at the amber liquid. This one was easier to knock back, throat already having experienced the sting and now anticipating it. Smoky with a hint of honey, according to the salesman. All you could taste was the burn.

At first, you think you just imagine it. The sound of distant footsteps. But the longer they went on, growing more pronounced the closer they came, you realized someone else was up just as late as you were. Odd. You contemplated getting up to leave before you had unexpected and perhaps unwelcome company, but knew it was too late. Whoever it was would hear you making your exit by now, and that little niggle of curiosity was wondering who might be coming your way. Presumably for a drink as well. Half a dozen more steps and your late-night visitor appears in the doorway.

Sam, you think his name was. You’d only just met him and his daughter today, but the brunet cowboy had made an impression. Not many people outside of Akila chose to wear attire that resembled something in those antique western movies. By appearances, you’d expected some stubborn, prideful smart-ass typical of the planet’s residents. Instead, he’d been remarkably humble and charming. Definitely not the worst person that could have stumbled upon you at this late hour.

Surprise registered on his face when he spotted you already occupying a seat at the bar. Obviously he hadn’t been anticipating anyone else being awake. Then, his eyes flickered to the glass and bottle of whiskey you’d clearly already broken open with a little smile. “Long day?”

Your laugh is nothing more than a huff of breath. “Long week.”

He nods, gaze drifting around the room. You see the moment of hesitation, where he stays standing by the entrance, unsure of if he would be welcome to join you. Ah, a gentleman as well. Figuring his company wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, you give your head a jerk to the stool beside you, already reaching for one of the upturned tumblers further down the counter.

He sits with a long sigh, gratefully accepting the glass and nodding when you lift the whiskey in silent question. You eyeball a finger’s worth into the tumbler, but he clears his throat and gives it a tiny jostle.

“Better make it a double.”

A wry, curious smile curls its way onto your face as you look up at him, but you do as he asks. “Long day for you, sounds like.”

“Not really.” He brings the glass to his lips, downing the contents with little more than a wince in response. “Just a…long conversation.”

“At this hour?” You hadn’t heard anyone else speaking when you crept off to the bar by yourself earlier, but then again, you weren’t exactly sure where Sam’s room was. He gave a slow nod.

“Ex-wife.” There’s some sort of emotion in his tone, but it’s impossible to tell what. He doesn’t give much away with his expression, just stares down into his now-empty glass. “Work takes her all over the systems, so…our talks are often at odd hours.”

“Ah.” You’re not sure how else to respond to that, and decide that a simple acknowledgement of his statement was enough. He doesn’t continue, and you don’t pry. Based on his behavior, the topic of ex-wives was most certainly not a can of worms he was eager to open with you. Hence his trip to the bar. And truthfully, you weren’t in much a mood to listen to that right now.

Figuring more alcohol was the solution to both dilemmas at hand, you pour another round of whiskey in both of your glasses, which Sam doesn’t object to. The glasses are knocked back simultaneously, and thunk only a second apart back onto the counter. That warm, familiar buzz tingles your fingertips and chest. Wonderful.

Hearing your own sigh, Sam suddenly gives a low chuckle under his breath, before turning his head to face you. “So, first week. I take it Constellation’s been a bit more than you bargained for?”

“You have no idea…” The admission is accompanied by a weary shake of your head, which only caused Sam’s grin to widen further. “If you had asked me a month ago what I’d be doing with my life, I’d say something like…wasting away in some dark, dank cave on a planet no one’s heard of. Something boring. Forgettable. Hunting down unexplainable artifacts to unlock the ‘mysteries of the universe,’” you say with air quotations, “was nowhere on the list, believe it or not.”

“Quite a career change.” He posited with amusement, then crossed his arms and leaned on the counter, interest plaguing his expression. “What we do, it…ain’t for the faint of heart, sure. I mean, meeting Barrett is an experience all its own. But come on, do you really miss mining of all things?”

“It’s not that I miss it, exactly. It’s…” You drift off, eye rising to the ceiling as if searching for the right words to explain. Accompanying it is the slightest sensation of spinning, so your hands grips the edge of the counter. “It’s more like…I had already prepared myself for a few decades of boring, inconsequential work. And all this,” you gesture at the Lodge around you, “is nothing at all like that. I’ve…lost my footing, I guess.”

“Yeah, but…” Sam grimaces a little, eyes narrowing as he shakes his head, unable to understand, “…mining?”

You get the impression your career choice—former career choice, you remind yourself—was somehow especially bewildering to the cowboy, and can’t help the grin. “There’s routine. Familiar people, familiar terrain. You wake up each morning, and do the same thing you did the day before, and the same thing you’ll be doing the next day. Mine, lunch, mine some more. If you’re trained, then you work some equipment. Boring. Easy. A guaranteed paycheck for as long as the vein is plentiful. It’s…comforting, in a way, to always know what will happen next. Go in, get the job done, extract. Then, it’s off to the next mine and it starts all over again.”

You think you see the man shiver in his stool beside you, and laugh at the reaction.

“Sorry, but I ain’t seein’ the appeal in anything you just said.” Another laugh from you. Sam seems to be very good at getting you to do that. “You’ve just described a nightmare to me.”

“It’s definitely not for everyone.”

“Honestly, you don’t strike me as the type to want something like that either.” He goes on, and this piques your interest.

“What gives you that impression? We just met today.” You point out, and he concedes the point with a tilt of his hat. “You can hardly know me all that well.”

“Fair enough.” Sam inclines his head in understanding, then reaches over to grab the bottle of whiskey, pouring himself another. He flashes you an easy-going smile as he lifts his glass. “Just thought that…well, maybe I’d like to.”

It’s easy to blame the whiskey when you start questioning his meaning behind that. He just continues looking at you, and it’s somehow difficult to look away.

“Once you find that footing again, I get the feeling you’ll really like it around here. And, uh…between you and me?” After a conspiratorial glance around the empty bar, he leans in a bit closer. “The Lodge, the others…don’t get me wrong, they’re great. But there’s something about being out there, on a ship, among the stars that feels right at home. Never knowin’ what you might find at your next destination, that sense of adventure and freedom.” He shoots you another smile. “Discoverin’ the mysteries of the universe is a bonus on top of it all.”

You find yourself nodding along, mesmerized. Some part of you thought you could listen to him talk for hours. Mining had seemed like the most secured and consistent source of income available to you at the time. But it wasn’t your passion. It wasn’t what you wanted to do. It just…seemed like the correct decision to make at the time. You’d resigned yourself to being stuck deep in the rock for years to come, and now? That distant and foolhardy dream of having a ship all your own to travel across the stars was beating against the box you’d stuffed it in up until now.

Whether it was the alcohol or just Sam himself that kept him talking, you could’t be sure. He leans back a little, with a rueful shake of his head. “I know I’m ramblin’ at this point, but…there’s too much beauty in this universe to just…sit back and let your life go by without seeing it all. You know?”

“Yeah.” And you do. Or, maybe this buzz was making you nostalgic. “I think I know what you mean.”

“Good. I’m glad.” He seems happy with that admission, and you feel pride at having earned his favor somehow. You liked Sam. From what little you knew about him, he was a good person to have around. Not bad company, either. Having had this talk with him just solidified those positive traits you’d initially seen.

Which, speaking of…

“You mentioned having a lead on one of the artifacts earlier, right?”

“Back in the day, Solomon Coe, the founder of Akila City drew up some maps that I think should point us in the right direction. They’re locked up in the GalBank vault there.”

Mulling over that information, and taking a few seconds longer than you’d like to admit to put the family relation part of it together, you finally nod and offer a smile. “Then…what would you say to traveling together?”

“Heh.” Sam’s expression brightens a little at the proposal. “Up for adventure already, huh?”

“I think so.” It seems strange to say after having been overwhelmed by the past week alone, but with a pleasant buzz and someone as charming as Sam to help you into this new life of yours, well…it was easier than you anticipated to shed the anxiety and embrace the anticipation of not knowing what awaited you with Constellation. He could be real convincing.

Then, you give a little laugh. “That’s as long as the hangover isn’t too terrible in the morning, of course.”

“Trust me. We’ll both be feelin’ it tomorrow. This stuff’s no joke.” Sam says, picking up the whiskey bottle and reading the percentage of alcohol. Then setting it down, he pins you with another look that you think peers right into your soul. How the hell did he do that so easy? “To answer your question, I’d love to travel with you. Oh, uh…as long as you’re alright with me bringing Cora along.”

Cora? Right, his daughter. “Isn’t she 12?”

“She goes wherever I go. We’re sort of a package deal. Non-negotiable.” Sam explains with a shrug. He must see hesitation in your expression, uncertain if bringing a child along would be all that wise, so he adds, “She’ll stay on the ship if we’re somewhere safety might be a concern.”

“Under those conditions, then I accept.” You say. If anything, Vasco could lock down the ship and protect her while you were away.

“Great. She’ll be thrilled to hear that.” His smile is wide and infectious. Then, glancing at his empty glass of whiskey, he sighs and sets it downwards on the counter. “Better call it for the night. We’ll be sorry enough as is in the mornin.’”

“Yeah…” You agree, feeling more drunk now than tipsy. A deep, drunk sleep was exactly what you needed now. It was sad to have the conversation come to an end, however.

He peels himself out of the stool, then hangs back to make sure you were steady on your feet. You flash him a grateful smile, but gesture that you’ll be fine making it back to your room. It’s a short walk there, and you turn to your companion. “I’ll see you and Cora in the morning then.”

“Bright and early.” He promises, then chuckles. “Or late. Whichever the whiskey allows.”

Your smile widens. “Goodnight, Sam.”

“You too, Y/N.”

#sam coe #sam coe x reader #g/n reader #scenario #starfield #star field x reader

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