#im never running scanner again

[moonlight-sonata99]

Because Of You

Howzer x reader

Valentines Day special

A/n: HELLA LATE but uh wanted to post something before it ended, so why not howzer?mf needs love❤️ This is part 2 to the previous one! Btw not proofread but I'll reread tmr❤️❤️

Prompts: 

“I dont know if i could bring myself to speak it...”

“For years i have yearned for you, in secrecy and in silence.”

It had been a while since you rescued Captain Howzer from Ryloth, It took him some getting used to “Civilian”Life if you can call constantly being on the run as a jedi-well..your not even sure if you call yourself a jedi anymore. But back on the topic at hand. After saving Howzer it was most reasonable that you lay low for a while. It meant mostly doing small jobs on planets that were far far away. Most of Howzer’s men stayed behind and helped and you came to see them as family of sorts.

And some found other path’s, they were teary goodbyes. Howzer was saddened by this,but knew his men decided for themselves now in this new world. Speaking of,,,

“Howzer?” you opened your eyes feeling his presence besides you as you meditated.

“Sorry i-”

“theres no need..what is it?did you detect something on the scanner?” you inquired looking up at him as he shook his head.

“Sit” you said patting the floor next to you. The captain seemed surprised at the gesture and sat next to you hesitantly. He was always like this. It seemed (To you) that he would never get used to you, a jedi who used to a general. as someone to be comfortable around,  You breathed in and closed your eyes once again. It was hard to focus with howzer around if you were being honest, as time went on you came to understand your feelings more and more.

Its been long since you first met on ryloth supporting the twi’leks wher eyou first laid you eyes on the clone captain, like any trooper you were courteous and aided them in battle. you spent months on ryloth you got to know the captain and became more fond of him.

“Fond”

if you can call thinking about him for long periods..”Fond.”

“i wanted to talk you about something,” the man besides you interrupted you though as you kept your eyes closed.

“What is it?” you asked turning your head toward him.

“I..” he trailed off, Now curious you opened your eyes again. “I recently got in contact with the group who helped get the Syndulla’s off ryloth..” he explained looking down “they helped me get into contact with Captain rex, hes helping other clones..i want to help him.” 

ah...you heart dropped at the realiation that it meant him leaving.

“you...want?” you repeated as he nodded a bit confused 

“Yes” he replied as if he was waiting for your confirmation.

“Howzer... you dont need to ask for my permission” you added observing how his shoulder lowered and he breathed out.

‘i..keep forgetting.” he admitted sheepishly with a smile.You chuckled and feigned a smile.

“Its alright, i assumed you will take some of the guys with you?” you asked gesturing to the men snoring in the cots.

“Yes, i’ve already spoken to them” howzer said placing his hand on his knees.

“I see, so when will you be leaving?” you questioned placing a hand on the floor,as howzer placed a hand behind his neck. sensing his uncertainness you gave him a reassuring smile.

sighing howzer looked into our eyes 

“Tomorrow night.” he stated, Your eyes widened, seeing your shock howzer continued.

“We already cleaned up the ship for you, and finished up the remaining jobs” he reassured. Out of the initial shock you shook your head,

‘No..its not that i dont mind that i-” you said sputtering and clearing your throat,

“i dont mind..but do you intend on staying for long?” you ask feeling a weight on your chest. The captain looked away in thought.

“Im...not sure.” he admitted.

“Ah...well it was a pleasure being with you howzer” you admitted looking down, “I mean it” 

“Likewise..[name]’ you ears perked at the mention of your name, it was not often he said your name, you wondered why. but he never did. regardless..him saying it now made you happier than how you previously felt.

He slowly made his way up,and made his way to the barracks. But...he stopped?

your breathe hitched, somewhat hoping he would walk back your way. but howzer stood still, seeming hesitant.but ultimately made his way back to the cot’s.

You let your head tilt downwards obviously disappointed.

millions of thoughts raced through your mind as you thought about the captain who had been apart of your life since ryloth. Apart of you felt lost,

On one hand, You knew you couldn't keep him here. Asking would just be selfish. on the other...You wanted to spend more time with him, its selfish yes.. all that time you spent thinking about the captain after the battle of ryloth..and you got your wish.

 standing up you crash into someone

“Im so- howzer?” you ask confused

“Sorry- i was headed back to the cockpit” he stuttered

“O-oh” you mumbled you two stood there

“look i..” he continued but stopped then shifted his gaze to the men around you two who were sleeping. taking your hand he lead you to the cockpit closing the doors he made his way to the seat you following suit.

“What is it?”you mumble looking at him as he shifted with finger fingers before looking at you.

"“I dont know if i could bring myself to speak it...” he mumbled shifting his gaze back down.

You observed him for a bit before sitting straight. You had no idea where this confidence came from, but looking at your surroundings.

"This is where you asked me" you blurted out reminiscing.

"What?"

"That day, when I broke you out. Do you remember what you asked me?" You question him tilting your head.

"Asked me..?" He repeated as you nodded your head.

Howzer looked at you in thought recalling everything.

Then it clicked.

" I asked you if...the only reason you came was to help" he breathed out as you nodded once again.

"Yes." You replied turning your gaze out the window, " I lied."

"What do you mean?" He asked his heart beginning to race.

"I-" you stopped yourself and glanced at him. Then turned your gaze back to the window.

"Well not really i-i did go back to help but I was... " you stuttered out your cheeks turning warm. " I went back for you." You blurted turning away.

Howzer's eyes widened and his heart raced even faster at your admission. He felt...relieved.

You let out a sigh of embarrassment "when I first met you, as you know I was a jedi, but...ever since then I somewhat question some of my teachings." You said fidgeting with your clothes. "Then I came to ryloith and met you, after that I...I spent my years thinking...and i think For years i have yearned for you, in secrecy and in silence. When I heard about ryloth..and everything I thought of you." You admitting looking at him and then looking down.

Howzer stood in complete shock, yes the person that he himself thought he could never have. Stood in front of him. Right when he was about to do it. You being a jedi made him believe that his feelings would have not been reciprocated.

Slowly he reached for you hand, "i...me to." He mumbled his cheeks burning as you looked at him in surprise at his confession. You looked at you now intertwined hands.

"But what about...?"

"We can work it out." He cut you off as you lifted your gaze to him. You gave him a soft smile.

"It doesn't have to be for a long time...I'll be back before you know it." He reassured looking at you.

"Alright.."you replied nodding andholding his hand closer to your heart.

"Until then..lets-" you mumbled

"Enjoy the time we have together?"

"Yes."

#tbb x reader #captain howzer #captain howzer x reader #captain howzer x you #the bad batch x reader

[iraprince]

hi ira! im p sure i remember u regulary scan ur traditional stuff n also times where u said u didnt do it for a while or smthg. do u have any tip on where tf to start w a big backlog...i didnt have acess to a good scanner or camera for a long time and now i do but i have so much shit i wanna scan in (both sketchbooks n loose papers) i have no idea where and how to start :')

[wheezing softly] yeah "regularly" is the goal, but hitting big backlogs every few weeks is more accurate to reality lmfao. but that means i have a lot of little things i've folded into my workflow to make it more doable!

that being said, i'm sure what works best will vary person to person, but the core rule that works best for me is: scan the backlog in batches, but digitally clean/edit/organize each batch in one sitting. picking up in the middle of where you left off in a physical stack is easy; picking up where you left off in a bunch of nebulous digital files is a fucking nightmare.

what i mean by that is, like, let's say i have a stack of 60 sheets of paper to scan in. maybe i don't have the time/energy/attention span to scan all 60; i start running out of steam at page 20 or something. in that case, that's fine, set the rest of the pages aside; but if i sit down to start cleaning/editing that folder of 20 scans, i should do them ALL NOW. if i don't think i can clean them all tonight, i'm going to wait and start tomorrow.

the reason i'm adamant about that is like, say i get through cleaning scans 1-6 out of 20, then i want to pick them up tomorrow.... frankly unless i remember to write myself a note (and i probably won't) i'm going to forget which one i was on. it's a pain to open a bunch of the scans trying to remember which one i did, i lose the "flow" that you can kind of get into when doing tedious stuff like this, etc... these are all tiny problems that i know ppl can come up w a million simple solutions for but the fact of the matter is for a task that is already kind of overwhelming + tedious that i'm already dreading, ANY AND ALL sources of friction are going to make it more likely that i'm just going to keep putting it off, and then it just Won't Get Done.

basically, discover anything that potentially throws you off or makes you lose your spot or just makes the whole thing more of a pain in the ass (i can't remember where i saved everything, the papers are disorganized and i can't remember what i've already scanned, etc) and ELIMINATE IT (throw everything into sub-folders of one big folder called "SCANS" even if it's ugly, gather ALL the stuff u need to scan into big piles in one place even if it's ugly and then move them elsewhere when scanned, etc). it's tempting to want to be like "i will get all my shit perfectly color-coded studyblr organized first and THEN i'll do my scans" but realistically that just means you're never ever going to do it. shit does not need to be organized. shit needs to be EASY!!!!!!

now some technical stuff, which is again super personalized to what works for me but maybe it'll give ideas!

i use a free scanning software called NAPS2 and it's a godsend. there's a batch scan setting where u can tell it how many pages u have to scan, then set how many seconds it waits between each scan (i.e. 10 seconds, just enough to take each finished page off and swap in the next one/flip to the next page of ur sketchbook) and then it'll just automatically keep scanning/waiting 10 secs for the next one/scanning until the stack is done, WITHOUT having to click "scan" every time. ymmv but for me this is really nice bc my scanner is on the opposite side of the room from my computer lmao (walking back and forth to hit "scan" every time is a friction point. ELIMINATE.)

NAPS2 also makes batch-saving things really easy with placeholders! for example, let's say i have 120 pages to scan and i want to save them to a folder. instead of having to save and name each one individually as i go (friction point. ELIMINATE.), when i'm done scanning i can batch save and name them "april 7 scan $(nnn)" and the program will automatically name each one "april 7 scan 001.png," "april 7 scan 002.png," etc etc all the way up to "april 7 scan 120.png." it saves me an incredible amount of time. (you can also do placeholders for current date/year/etc if that's useful to you, but i already tend to manually sort my files into monthly folders so the placeholder numbering is the only thing i've used personally.)

if you have one of those "all-in-one" home office printers that has a top-loading feeder you can use for stacks of loose pages instead of putting them directly on the scanner glass, that can also be a good way to get a high volume done without having to open and close the scanner/place each individual page on the glass/hit scan every time etc; but i would only advise that for casual scans where the quality/alignment doesn't matter much, bc there's a higher risk of jamming/wrinkling and sometimes a lot of the scans come out a bit crooked that way.

when you're digitally cleaning (this is clip studio specific but i'm assuming a lot of software operates similarly): once i've done whatever correction/adjustment layers i need to crisp up my scans, usually a tone curve + saturation adjustment in my case, i hold off on merging the adjustments down right away!!! you can copy those adjustment layers and then paste them on top of all the other scans you have to edit. i.e. copy the tone curve layer from scan 1.png, switch tabs into scan 2.png, ctrl+v. scan 3, ctrl+v. scan 4, ctrl+v. rinse and repeat and now look, you basically only had to do the tone curve once and then you can get the rest of the batch 90% done with one keyboard shortcut each. depending on each image you'll probably have to tweak them for them to look their best, but it's still way faster than navigating the menus and redoing your tone curve/level adjustments/etc from scratch every time (friction point. ELIMINATE.), especially if you're trying to fight your way through dozens of files.

uhhhh what else. well here's just a quick flowchart of my scan process in case it helps visualize! my philosophy is for everything to be in service of the end goal (get scans organized into patreon sketchbook compilations/set aside for later refinement/ready to upload, then i'm probably never going to look at them much again); i organize just enough to make that EASY, but i don't bother with any form of organization that i won't need to reference later. again, more steps just = more reasons the shit is not going to get done. ELIMINATE. STREAMLINE. WIN

(there's also a folder by year but i forgot to stick that in and also who cares. i hope this makes, like, any sense at all)

#tutorials #resources #long post

[forou00huncho]

Immersee Era

As these Journeys begin through out those days, I experienced a lot of punctual doings; through those I learned being there was not just that easy, being one of their personel was a struggle for me. But on my very own perspective struggle comes with a success, as struggle build it's own footbrigde to success. Experienced facing a different people, with a different abbilities, i mean, even the ability to put their two thumb together in a finger print scanner was putting a hard time to them, so it needs to put a lot of patience. As patience mentioned, there was a time in there we have to put all those codes to a hundreds of papers , so basically my patience tolerance was challenged, as it need a bunch of time. As days had past come, it's not that typically easy to adopt it the situation as everyday, different task where given to different numbers of group yet the every group still manage to accomplish the task done simultaneously. The Journey was started because of something, something wealthy experience, an experience that was not just a pieces for someone. There was a boy asked me if i'm an imersee, and i said yes, and he said, if we came earlier than, then we are also an immersee here. There i reflect how lucky we are, that we came into here with no struggles because of the incharge who handled us. A conventional advice "live each day as if it's you last" who had the energy for that? as everyday, different life circumstances will face by the each of humanity, does this writing provoke a exhausted one, no. This work expreses me.

Tick Tack

The time ticking, time was running , the days past, oh time flies so fast, wondering what i could be for two months, wondering if im up to the challenge. It’s only months of me to walk up on stages, yet I’m still wondering how? Many say these are the foundation of my future, but it often feels like building on shifting sand. I often wonder if the person I’m become is the one I wanted to be. We find ourselves at the crossroads of expectation and desire, searching for a path that feels like our own. It’s unpredictable for two months, but yet we can still managed on how to cope with that different circumstance, for two months desiring to walk up on stage carrying an academic award. Not just by hoping, but by putting a serious act about it. We are constantly negotiating between the person we are and the person we wish to become, I realize now that growth is less about becoming someone new and more about shedding who im not. Personal growth often comes from the most unexpected experience. The pressure to succeed often outweighs the fear of failure. Memories shape our perception of the present and expectation for the future. After this journey we going face the unknown reality. We are afraid of the unknown until it becomes known. I’m at the edge of tomorrow and wonder if my dreams will be there at the dawn.

Reh

Strangerfully, she comes into my life, so precious to me and then again stranger. I have known her for such a short period of time yet it feels like ever. She walk in and get it right where everybody else went wrong. Then I thought about all things that made her happy,

Even the things that made her sad, i think about everything, about all of that i thought, i filled list with everything we could do together. I remebered everything, about how she would wrinkle her nose when she was amused, the sparkles in her eyes whenever she discussed what she was passionate about. These details increased my love for her even more making me become a person who can only think of you as my first thought in the morning and last before my head touch my pillow at night,I had not realized how quickly one’s heart can beat for someone they did not know existent before . When I am around her, there is this warm feeling of belongingness that I had never felt anywhere else; every moment spent together was so valuable and dear to me as though it were my last. But I can no longer talk to her, send her texts, we shall never play together again, I won’t ever write her a poem for our anniversary; I will never be able to embrace or kiss her after she has removed all the photos and videos of us; the only thing that is left is talking about you, remembering and re-reading the conversations. To have some relief from this pain and speak about with love, anger or hate, and fear. Thought her voice over and over again. How can i make myself happy? This isn’t me; what went wrong? Our situation seemed typical. Though our situation was special turns out to be the same story as everybody else’s. I just had not expected it to end. Nonetheless i still rub my eyes open from sleepiness as i try harder than yesterday to make those days a little better before nightfall until even feeding myself becomes a problem but still stand there ensuring that betraying my body’s needs does not happen even when my love wishes so. Every day life is difficult for me. Even though there are many problems I have chosen not to surrender on them.

#cnfessay

[roguestarsailor]

I keep making through airport things in record time. This time TSA just let us walk through— nothing was taken out of our bags and we kept our shoes on. SO EVERYTHING IS COMPLETE BULLSHIT????? (Although we got dog scanned before even going through the scanners which was strange). I legit thought it would be a mess since I have like a million electronics but got through in 5 minutes and now I have a LOT of time to just sit and feel the tiredness. I couldn’t sleep and I keep panicking about what I left behind and what I need to get. I’m mentally budgeting but it just amounts to sooo much money. And since my roomie is so unreliable I’m mentally preparing how to get to the city and then around the area and the $$$$ of taking Lyfts all around or just renting a car. So much to doooooo.

Anyways i think im feeling super tired and my throat is so dry and I’ve been coughing. I think im feeling the weight of the concerts and meeting up with everyone to say my goodbyes and I love it (and I feel so loved 💕) but I am tiredddddd. Honestly I wouldn’t be surprised if I caught covid because I haven’t been masked up like I usually am at certain places and it’s just back to back action and running around and stress. I’m bloated like never before and I can’t tell if I’m hungry or full and I don’t feel like eating anything. I’ve been consuming sugar like crazy and drinking all my calories (which makes me feel icky). I’m so sleepy and I’m hoping to get a proper nights rest tonight in ~my new city~.

My mom gave me a hug before I went to security which was…different 😳. It was definitely a rush and I wish I got to say bye to my dad and brother but it’s always a mad dash out in the departure area and my dad couldn’t vacant the car. Mom helped me through the checked bag process and it went good. Although I think the scales at the entrance is fixed and makes all suitcases 5 lbs heavier. My suitcases were exactly 50lbs but when we got to the counter, it weighted 45lbs (I didn’t need to take out anything smh!!!) but I’m just thinking about the workers who have to shove it onto the plane so it’s fine. I’ll bring more stuff next time I go home.

So that’s the journey so far in the big cross country move. I’m just really tired and I want to sleep properly again.

#amandathoughts #moving #cross country

[c-53]

Im never hopping into a raid immediately after taking my sleep meds ever again it was nightmarish

#dataspeaks #its automation. alarm goes off. i take the medicine #it took away my paranoia of running scanner #but also it momentarily took away my ability to differentiate left and right which was NOT a fair trade #taniks and atraks went fine bc those are just patterns #but security and descent were nightmares for my sedated ass #im never running scanner again

[sloppythots-com]

innocent

a/n: i’ve been kinda busy lately, but i think im gonna have some more freetime starting on monday so hopefully i can write more! i wrote this a couple of hours ago but my computer stopped working? i think i fixed it though,,,

word count: 917

warnings: unedited, kinda eh writing, fluff

“hey guys,” you softly spoke, nervously rubbing your hands together. the gang all replied with their hello’s, to both you and their streams. you ran around the lobby, your flamingo hat bouncing with every step you took, “do you guys like my hat?”

“oh, y/n, very fashionable!” sean laughed, running around besides you. everyone hummed in agreement, watching as you stopped moving and stood next to corpse. 

“corpsie? what do you think?” your character moved closer to his with every word, your goggles touching. 

“it’s very cute, it really suits you,” he spoke under his breath towards the end, almost unintelligible. his voice was also softer than normal, almost like he was talking to a young child. 

you smiled, moving your character into his, “thank you corpse! you look very nice too~”

felix let out a gasp, “corpse! you bitch! cheating on sykkuno! i can’t believe this, wait till toast finds out…”

“wait what? no no there’s nothing betwe-” sykkuno replied, cut off by corpse before he could reply. 

“i would never cheat on sykkuno, now start the game,” chat for sure freaked out over that. 

and with that, the game started. “imposter” in big red text appeared on your screen, right about poki and you. you let out a small sigh, too nervous to say anything to chat. you stood in cafeteria for a second, watching closely as corpse ran in circles around your character. “i hope i don’t have to kill him, everyone will be disappointed,” you trailed off and made your way to storage - corpse following closely behind.

after faking gas and watching corpse do simon says, a body was found. 

“rae’s body was in o2, so who was on right?” sean questioned, doing his best to intimidate corpse. 

corpse sighed, “y/n and i were left the whole time, we didn’t see anyone, “ he paused for a second and let out a little laugh, “and you’re gonna kill your throat if you keep doing that man.” 

everyone else stated where they were, but no one was sus enough to be voted out. they did have some suspensions on poki, but she lied her way out of it. the next round started and corpse was following you again, watching the door to whatever room you two were in. sean ran into the two of you in admin and corpse watched him closely, following his every step. and finally, another body was reported. 

“sykkuno was in med on the scanner, i didn’t see anyone nearby,” pewds said, clearly disappointed sykkuno got murdered. 

“jesus i walked into admin and corpse was hardcore body guarding y/n-” sean mumbled, unable to finish his sentence thanks to you. 

“hey, wait a sec! where did you come from? like before admin? it looked like you came from cafe…” you trailed off, letting out a little ‘hmmm’. 

“yeah, sean, did you kill sykkuno? my sykkuno?” corpse raised his voice, ignoring the little laughs from his friends.

“what? no i would-”

“SPEEDRUNNNN!” felix and corpse yelled together, little ‘i voted’ stickers appearing next to their characters simultaneously. in the end, sean was ejected. only 4 more people to kill till you and poki won. 

the round started, and you and corpse made your way to navigation. suddenly, poki killed the lights. you smiled and watched as corpse made his way towards lights, while you stayed right in nav. leslie started walking down from weapons. you went into the hallway and killed her, and quickly ran to the vent and went to electrical acting like you were watching corpse and poki fix lights the entire time. 

suddenly, a meeting was called, “ok, who was on left before lights were called?” 

“oh, poki and i were in reactor,” charlie paused, “where was body?”

“it was right outside of nav, so you and poki are safe,” felix claimed, not knowing how wrong he was. 

“wait, i think i saw corpse and y/n come from the general direction...care to explain yourselves?” hopefully poki didn’t just accidentally throw you under the bus.

you cleared your throat and nervously spoke, making your voice a little higher to seem more innocent, “well, corpse and i were in nav then i left to lights, im assuming he just followed me.”

felix whispered a soft ‘speedrun’, repeating himself and slowly getting louder. 

“hey wait guys, i was with y/n for like the whole game and how do we know it’s not a self report?” corpse attempted to defend himself, it all meant nothing as felix explained that charlie saw him scan and that as soon as he wasn’t in your vision someone died. 

he was voted out, and no one was suspicious of you or poki. on the final round, you and her did a double kill and won, shocking everyone. 

“that was so stressful! corpse kept following y/n i have no idea how she did that!” poki screamed, praising you for your job well done. 

“im so sorry you had to kill everyone,” you giggled, “but i was having fun with corpsie as my body guard~”

“i had no idea it was you, y/n. maybe im just a silly goose,” corpse huffed, running around your character. everyone let out a little laugh, agreeing with him. 

“sorry, next game i’ll be your body guard to pay you back, ok?” you played with your hair, a dumb smile on your face. 

“no, i’ll protect you,” he mumbled quietly, voice gentle as your characters touched eyeballs.

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[hopelesslonelyghost]

I AM HEARTBROKEN OVER THE FUCKING EP 16 LIKE GODDAMMIT MOTHERFUCKERS

IM ON THE VERGE OF TEARS

I desperately need some crosshair comfort fic where they got his chip removed and she comforts him on the maurader. He feels really bad, but the reader reassured him that she loves him endlessly and she is happy to have him back.

Lots of tears and kisses and cuddles PLEASE-

I Forgive You

crosshair x force sensitive!reader

warnings// spoilers for tbb ending (kinda sorta?), angst, not beta read

author’s note// is tied to this shot but can be read as a stand alone! and yes i did use That Scene with ahsoka and rex as inspiration. enjoy!

At first he didn’t want you anywhere near him. You didn’t blame him. To him you were a traitor to the Republic and deserved to be executed, so you kept your distance.

He was kept in binders up and was temporarily placed in Omega’s nook, for everyone’s sake.

But you could still feel his anger, his confusion coming off him in waves. You did technically go against his wish and ripped him away from the Empire.

So you meditated. More so than usual. And you tried to push the sniper out of your thoughts.

Until it was time to take Crosshair to the trashed jedi cruiser on Bracca. You were genuinely surprised to find it still intact. And so the journey to get the chip out began.

———————

“My scanner isn’t picking up anything.”

You blanched at Tech’s observation.

You shook your head, “It can’t be. Try again.”

“We already tried twice, there isn’t anything.”

You clenched your fists, “I want to try something.”

Walking up to Crosshair’s unconscious body, you gently placed your palms on either side of his head and nodded at Tech, “Run the scanner.”

Closing your eyes, you focused, “I am one with force and the force is with me….I am one with the force and the force is with me...”

“I am one with the force and the force is with me.”

“I am one with the force and the force is with me.”

“I am one with the force and the force is with me.”

“I am one with the force and the force is with me.”

BEEP BEEP BEEP!

“There! The scanner picked up something.”

You breathed out, “Let’s get to work then.”

———————

Seeing the Batch finally get some rest made you smile. They deserved it. You’d all been through a lot the past two rotations.

“I know you’re awake, little one.” You whispered into the room.

Omega sighed and got up from her place on the floor and walked over to you, sitting by the doorway.

“I can sense how restless you are. What’s on your mind?”

“What if…what if he doesn’t wake up? Wrecker didn’t take this long.”

Your gaze made its way over to Crosshair, “To be honest, I’m not quite sure myself.”

You turned back to her and gave her a warm smile, “But I do believe the Force.”

Omega gasped quietly, “What you did back there was so cool! Can you teach me?”

You chuckled and booped her nose, “I believe you should be sleeping. C’mon, I’ll play with your hair the way you like.”

———————

It was chaos when he woke up. You accidentally dozed off with Omega’s head in your lap. A loud crash had you on your feet, shielding the little girl from danger.

Your protective stance wavered when you realized that Crosshair was staring right at you. He looked around the room and glared at his brothers, who had also woken up at the commotion. Their guns drawn and pointed at him, you were so caught up looking at his face you failed to see he had reached for his sniper and was pointing it at your chest.

You raised your hands in surrender, “We’re not here to hurt you.”

“How can I trust you?”

“Hunter.” You looked at the Sergeant, “Give us a few minutes?”

He nodded, “We’ll be right outside.”

The batch shuffled their way out, Omega gripping your hand and squeezing it before letting go.

“You can lower your gun now.”

“You took me!”

Lowering your hands, you tucked them to your sides, “I did what I had to do.”

“I told you that I had removed my chip!” Cross snarled.

“And as it turns out, you lied!”

“How could you have possibly known I was lying?”

“Because the Crosshair I know would never willingly side with the Empire. We all know it!”

A few tense seconds passed before he lowered his gun and dropped it to the floor. Relief overwhelmed you, but you didn’t care. You had him back.

———————

For days Crosshair wouldn’t speak to you. Would only grunt in response to anything you had to say. Back in Ord Mantell, Crosshair decided to stay behind instead of joining you all at Cid’s.

Halfway to the parlor you stopped in the middle of the street and looked back at the way you came from.

“You should go. You both need to talk.”

You looked back at Echo and nodded, “Tell the others?”

He nodded and you turned back to make your way to the Marauder.

———————

“Weren’t you supposed to be at Cid’s?”

You crossed your arms and leaned against the Marauder's door. If you wanted to speak with him, you had to make sure he didn’t try escaping.

“I had more important things to do.”

Crosshair cocked an eyebrow, “Oh?”

Defeated, you relaxed and slumped a little, “You’ve been ignoring me.”

He tsk’ed and plucked the toothpick from between his lips and flicked it off somewhere into the ship.

“I’m not doing this.”

You rolled your eyes and walked up right in front of where he was sitting, “That’s too bad. We are doing this.”

You reached up to place a palm on his cheek, to which he promptly turned away from, “Talk to me, Cross. It’s impossible for me to ignore what you’re feeling. So please, talk to me.”

He stood up abruptly, forcing you to take a few steps back. And then some more when you realized he was stalking towards you, “What do you want me to say? Huh?! That I feel terrible after trying to kill you? That all I could think about was how much you deserved to die?!”

He stopped once your back hit a nearby wall.

“You should hate me.”

Your eyes softened and this time when you reached up to caress him, let you.

“I could never hate you, Cross. Never.”

His eyes widened and glossed over with unspoken emotion. He didn’t have to tell you what he felt at that moment. You could feel it.

“I know that wasn’t you back there. I did what I did because I love you.”

You pressed your forehead against his, “I forgive you. Always.”

#tbb crosshair x reader #crosshair x reader #crosshair x force sensitive!reader #force sensitive reader #tbb crosshair #the bad batch crosshair #the bad batch #tbb

[hedgiwithapen]

happy dammit hedgi day :) im new to this but i just want some cisco whump 😭😭😭 that's all i ask of u keep up the good work

Cisco Ramon woke up, looked at his hands, and swore. It was not the first time. He had woken the day after Crisis, looked at his hands, and sworn then, too. Apparently the entire multiverse being reset and also helpfully reset him, at least to the him he’d been a year and a half before that. Before the cure that had only done half of what he wanted. It had turned out that being free of his visions and the ability to manipulate the vibrations of the world around him hadn’t freed him of his ability to have nightmares about That One Timeline Where He’d Been Murdered. Or The Other One Where He’d Been Killed. Or The Other Nine Where He’d Been Murdered AND Had a Shitty First Date... Or any of the other timelines he already remembered. Just like he now remembered a whole lot more than should have fit in his brain. It was, officially, way too much. He’d made every excuse he could think of to stay away from STAR and Central City. Maybe, just maybe if he distanced himself, he could avoid everything that always happened, every year right around May. And then this year, this one year he was actually ready for All That, the disasters just skipped May and happened the rest of the year instead. Of course. Every time he looked around the Cortext, he saw something that didn’t add up, something that didn’t match, and it hurt. His vision was tinted blue more than it wasn’t, and he woke screaming three nights out of four. He had to get out of Central City. He had to go somewhere where nothing was familiar, where he could breathe without feeling like everything had twisted 30 degrees left and five more directly upwards in a cyclone of Not Quite Right.

So he’d tried. The Roadtrip to a hundred towns he’d never set foot in. Atlantis. It felt like running away. Like he was abandoning everything. So he’d decided, lying awake trying to blink away images of Ronnie and Hartley Rathaway feeding sunflower seeds to the lab mice and a Harrison Wells with gentle eyes that suddenly burned red, that he’d have to take another direction. Leave Central City, but… not the Hero thing. He’d tried the other way before, and even before it hadn’t stuck, it hadn’t worked. ARGUS had been delighted when Cisco had asked if they were interested in some extra assistance. It had been good, solid work, too. Finding fugitives, closing off breaches between new earths and this one to keep things more or less secure -- no more Zooms breaking through, Thank You So Much. That had lasted a week. Then they’d drugged the water at an intel briefing, and he’d woken inside a tall cylinder that wouldn’t break no matter how he’d tried. It was for his own good, they’d said. For the world’s own good. He was simply too powerful to be allowed to roam freely. Cisco’d had the sinking feeling that they couldn’t even hear him telling them exactly how much bullshit that was. He had a worse feeling that they had listened when he’d screamed that they shouldn’t treat him like some kind of supervillain prisoner. They’d started treating him like an experiment, instead. Like Grodd. Like Firestorm. Like Bette. His ears had bled from the sound pumped into the tube, the vibrations trapped with nowhere for him to channel them. That hadn’t stopped him from trying to shield himself, trying to still them into silence. It hadn’t done much good. He’d seen, out of the corner of his eye, the agents in their black uniforms and the scientists in white coats, writing things down, and he’d gritted his teeth and tried to make the whole damn tube explode. He’d knocked himself out instead, and when he woke, it was hours later, in total darkness and blissful silence. And then the visions poured themselves through his mind, flickering just a little at a time, a thousand timelines clamoring to be heard. He couldn’t focus, and his head ached too fiercely. For the first time in what felt like years, he gave up, curling on the hard floor, and let the visions wash over him without trying to figure out what they meant. He could have told them that the booms he threw, the vibrational blasts that could slow a speedster or shatter glass, didn’t come from his hands, that it was just redirecting the sound and energy waves around him. But the scientists didn’t ask, and ignored him when he tried. They’d pinned his arm under their scanners and when that wasn’t enough, they’d brought out the scalpels. Whoever was in charge--it couldn’t have been Lyla, Cisco refused to believe Lyla would permit this--won the “not quite as sadistic as you could have been” award, though, because at least they hadn’t made him stay awake through the surgery. He’d woken with stitches up his palms and gauze wrapped snugly around his fingers. He looked at his hands again, and swore, swallowing nausea. Somewhere beyond his tube, a door opened, and closed again. His shoulders slumped as he let go of hope for a rescue.

#dammit hedgi day 2021 #the flash #cisco ramon

[ask-them-bois]

Ancient Sounds 2/5

AS.pt1

Oliver took a deep, steadying breath, running his tongue over his lips as he waited. The chill of the ice rink slipped under his clothes and ghosted over his skin, making him shiver. He adjusted his stance, his bloodpumper thudding against his thoratic cage. He never felt blinder than when he was on the ice; the cold negated every scent, and at the moment the rink was dead quiet. His cane was sat on a bench outside the field.

Yet, with the anticipation turning his blood hot, he’d never felt more alive. The music started with a burst of fanfare over the speakers, and Oliver shot off across the ice. One moment he stood near the wall, the next he was gliding halfway across the rink. The music thrummed in his ears as he spun about and leaped like a ribbon dancer, coming down cleanly on a practiced, one-footed landing, only to bend back further than should be natural.

She laughed, unbridled glee shaking her apart as she threw her arms up, reaching for the invisible audience in the empty stands. She went with the momentum she’d built, flipping onto her hands. A twist, jump, and she was back on her feet, dashing forward and spinning. The music swelled as she reached behind herself and grabbed her leg.

She stopped in place and spun, spun, spun, one hand up, palm raised to the ceiling. As the music crashed into its climax she crouched and threw herself skyward once more, arms spread like she was flying, before she rolled forward into a flip and landed once more on her feet.

She couldn’t see it, but she could imagine her cape flowing out behind her, glimmering like fire as the warm colored glitter caught the spotlights. The gems and sequins on her uniform sparkled, setting her limbs aflame like the wings of a phoenix.

The music began to fade as they soared in circles, until the track stopped completely. They stopped, too, panting, and lit up at the scattered applause to their right.

“Well done, master Maddel, as always!” One of Oliver’s entourage called; the goldblood, from the sound of it. Oliver flashed her a charming smile and skated towards her voice, one hand out. Their fingers tapped the low wall around the rink and they grabbed it, coming to a stop.

“Thank you, darling, did you like that?” He purred, leaning his elbows on the wall.

“Yes, ma’am, that was spectacular.” Another troll chipped in.

“Thank you so much, my dear. It’s a little more basic than the dance I did earlier, but it won me a competition a few sweeps ago. Could one of you hand me a hydration cylinder, pretty please?” Oliver purred, her voice giggly and sweet. She heard a flurry of movement, then the cool metal of the soda can was pressed against her arm.

She took it with another sugary, “Thank you, darling!” and cracked the tab before taking a sip.

“When’s your next performance, master Maddel?” The goldblood asked.

“I’m afraid it won’t be for a while, my sweet, I’m all tied up in some other business at the moment.” Oliver told her forlornly, setting his soda down. “Speaking of, what time is it?”

“It’s just past midnight, sir.”

“Ah, then I’m afraid I need to get going, I’ve been practicing since the sun went down, and I have a video date with my precious morail I don’t want to be late for.”

“How will you video date if you can’t-” The goldblood began, only to be abruptly cut off; by the ‘smack’ sound, Oliver could guess someone had covered her mouth.

“Can’t see?” Oliver finished for her, before he chuckled, turning and skating for the nearby gate, “I don’t need eyes to hear my beloved’s words, do I?”

“N- no, ma’am, I suppose not.” The goldblood said meekly.

Oliver only chuckled again. The gate beeped, signaling he’d arrived next to it, and he pushed it open. Stepping out onto the rubbery ground, he carefully and somewhat awkwardly walked to the bench across from him. He sat, easily untying and removing the skates.

She flexed out her toes, relieved, and felt around. On the bench next to her laid her cane and purse, both of which she scooped up, along with her skates. “Good night, my loves!” She said cheerfully, shouldering her purse and headed for the locker rooms.

When they shouldered their way into their VIP locker room, they tapped their way towards the showers, stripping down as they went and dropping their purse and skates on a chair. A quick rinse, and they stepped out, grabbing a towel from the waiting pile.

He toweled off as he headed for his locker, scooping up his uniform as he went. He pressed his thumb to the scanner and it popped open, and Oliver traded their skates for their street clothes.

Binder, jumpsuit, cape, and white band were traded for bra, a band shirt, and skinny jeans. He tied an olive green band around his eyes before slipping a pair of pumps on his feet and brushing out his hair.

She sighed, relieved to be out of uniform, and pinched the collar of her shirt, pulling it up to her sniffnub and inhaling deeply. The shirt smelled like her morail’s cologne and detergent; probably because she’d stolen it from him. With a laugh, she grabbed her purse and cane and headed for the door again. She slipped out the rink’s front door, in time to hear the scuttlebuggy pull up.

“Good evening, master Maddel.” The driver said as they emerged from the buggy and walked around to open the door.

“Good evening, darling.” Oliver replied, hand out. The driver took his hand and helped him into the carriage, before shutting the door and walking back towards the front seats.

“Where to, sir?” The driver asked as they got in.

“Home.”

“Yes, sir.”

The scuttlebuggy started up and began to move, and Oliver opened his purse and dug out his palmhusk and a pair of earbuds. He slipped them into his ears and turned the screen on.

“Home screen.” The buds informed him, “Two new messages, four missed calls.” With practiced fingers, Oliver pulled up Trollian and pressed a button. The buds promptly began reading out the messages:

-HeavymetalMeowbeast began trolling SightlessFirebird!-

HM: HEY BABE!!!! HM: GUESS WHAT?!?! I FOUND SOMETHING I THINK YOURE GONNA LOVE!! MESSAGE ME BACK ASAP!! LOVE YOU!! <>

-HeavymetalMeowbeast is idle-

Oliver smiled softly, thumbing the speech-to-text option. They raised the palmhusk closer and began to speak.

SF: Hello, sugargrub~. What is it you want to tell me~?

They waited, and were not disappointed by the swift response, which the buds quickly read out:

HM: OKAY OKAY OKAY SO!!!! HM: YOU KNOW YOUR ANCESTOR, THE DEADSCAR DUDE?!?! FUCKING EPIC NAME BY THE WAY!!! ANYWAY, I DECIDED TO DO SOME DIGGING ABOUT MY OWN BLOODLINE AND YOULL NEVER FUCKING GUESS WHO MY ANCESTOR IS!!!!!!!

SF: Hmm~. You’re right, darling, I can’t guess~. Do tell, though~.

HM: HIS NAME IS DMITRI “THE HIEROPHANT” AKSHAI, AND HE WAS THE FUCKING FOUNDER OF THE BLACK HAND!!!!! HOW FLIP FUCKING COOL IS THAT?!?!?

SF: Very 7lip 7ucking cool~. Did you 7ind out anything else~?

Oliver smiled softly to herself; she knew her morail’s ancestry already, she’d just neglected to mention it to him. Why else would she have chosen him as a morail? As her second in command at the Black Hand? Well… that’s why she chose him at first, but he’d grown on her exponentially since then. Not that he needed to know that.

HM: YEAH I DID!! I FOUND SOME CONNECTIONS OF HIS!! GOOD NEWS FOR US, MOST OF THEM ARE ALREADY BACK!!! MAYBE WE CAN TALK TO THEM, SEE WHAT THEY KNOW??? OR, I GUESS YOUD HAVE TO, SINCE IM ON TOUR!! YOU DONT HAVE TO THO!!

SF: Well, it depends~. Who are his connections~?

HM: OKAY GET THIS!! I FOUND RECORDS OF NONE OTHER THAN HOUNDING, BLUEGILL, SOME GUY NAMED BRIGAN, A DUDE CALLED THE IMPERIAL ENFORCER, AND A DUDE NAMED BLADEPEN!!!! HOW FUCKING COOL OF A NAME IS THAT?!?! HM: ANYWAY, COULDNT FIND MUCH ON THE LAST TWO, THEY WERE BARELY MENTIONED IN THE RECORDS I FOUND!!! SOME KIND OF COVER UP??? NOT TOTALLY SURE!! HM: ANY OF THEM RING A DONGSHOUTER??

SF: Hm~… Yes, I believe several o7 those ring a dongshouter~. Well done, BB, I’ll dig around and see what I can 7ind~.

HM: OKAY!! WE STILL ON FOR DATE NIGHT LATER???

SF: Absolutely, my love~. <> You’ll see me in a 7ew hours~.

HM: LMAO, OKAY!!! PALE FOR YOU OLLY!! TTYL!! <>

-HeavymetalMeowbeast ceased trolling SightlessFirebird!-

Oliver purred, raising his head as he felt the scuttlebuggy come to a stop.

“We’re here, sir.” The driver said, parking the vehicle and getting out. Oliver nodded, gathering his things and getting out of the buggy with the driver’s help.

“Thank you, dear.” They told the driver, pressing a few bills into their hand before they tapped their way to their hivestem’s front doors.

He pulled a card from his purse and took a moment to locate the scanner, before pressing the card against it. The scanner beeped, and he heard the doors swish open in front of him. He headed for the vertical ascension box, thumbing the button.

His fingers drummed against the head of his cane as he waited, humming to himself. When the box pinged, signaling the doors had opened, he ducked inside. He felt for the panel and ran his fingers upwards, until he felt the correct number under his fingers and pressed it.

The doors shut, and the box began to rise. As she waited, Oliver clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, thinking. Finally, the ride ended, and the doors opened. Oliver stepped out, into her own hive.

Oliver’s hive was a vast, penthouse apartment near the top of the hivestem. From what he’d been told, it had a lovely view of the city on one side, and the mountains on the other. He had everything, from a large mealblock to a hot tub on the balcony, to an entire block converted into an aviary for his pets and lusus.

After dropping his purse on the loungeplank, he headed to the mealblock and dug leftovers out of his mealvault. Thin slices of sashimi, cooked just enough to sear a crust of spices along the edges, and a bowl of sugar-glazed scarabs.

Oliver hummed, carrying his dinner to his studio slash office, and set it down next to his husktop, which he boot up. Popping a scarab in his mouth, he picked up a small remote and clicked it. He heard a beep, and his audio-crate began playing music at a low volume; it was thundering, screeching heavy metal, with intense bass and drums. A moment later, Oliver’s morail’s voice started howling out lyrics.

Smiling to themself, Oliver heard their husktop beep to indicate it was on and ready. With the screen reader as a guide, they located the desktop Trollian and opened it.

-SightlessFirebird began trolling TheDecaying!-

SF: Hello, my lovely dear Brigan~! You do not know me, but I am a 7riend, in dire need of your assistance~. I need in7ormation~.

There was a pause, before the husktop pinged.

TD: Wh_ is Brigan?

Oliver frowned.

SF: You are, my dear~.

TD: I am wh_?

SF: You are Brigan~!

TD: I am?

Oliver sighed, beginning to wonder if this was a good idea.

SF: Yes, my love, and I want to know- have you ever heard of a man called the Hierophant~?

TD: Wh_ are y_u?

SF: I am a 7riend, as I said~. Do you know the Hierophant~?

There was another pause, much longer than the first. Oliver began to get concerned after several minutes ticked by; he’d nearly finished his plate of sashimi by the time his husktop pinged.

TD: I d_ n_t kn_w y_u. Th- magg_ts whisp-r y_u ar- n_t t_ b- trust-d. A blind bird dr-ss-d in flam-s will _nly b- c_nsum-d by what mak-s th-m pr-tty. Fir-s di- wh-n th-y ar- suff_cat-d. Th- Hi-r_phant fl-w _n wax wings, t__ cl_s- t_ th_ flint and st--l that lit y_ur f-ath-rs, and n_w h- burns.* *(I do not know you. The maggots whisper you are not to be trusted. A blind bird dressed in flames will only be consumed by what makes them pretty. Fires die when they are suffocated. The Hierophant flew on wax wings, too close to the flint and steel that lit your feathers, and now he burns.)

Oliver sat back, surprised, before he scowled.

SF: So you *did* know him~?

TD: Knew who?

Oliver took a deep breath, a frustrated growl rolling in her throat.

SF: Thank you for your help, Brigan~.

TD: G__dbye, Blind Ph_-nix.

-TheDecaying ceased trolling SightlessFirebird!-

-TheDecaying has blocked SightlessFirebird!-

That was a waste of time, Oliver thought bitterly, mentally scratching Brigan off their list. They tossed another sugar-scarab into their mouth and chewed on it ruefully, thinking.

“An evil god nestled somewhere in time, A bloody spider- no warnings, no signs. Judgement day and the rotten child arrives, Eventually, laid bare are his crimes.

The records went up in flames, no turning back, ‘Cause I just had to see, was the spider’s bite watching me? In the mist, the facts twist, and bones do snap, as I lay on your altar, bleeding, bleeding, bleeding.”

Oliver’s morail’s voice cut through their thoughts and they turned their head towards the radio, which was still playing one of their morail’s albums. Oliver knew that album; Spades of Revolution, their latest release.

“A bloody spider…” Oliver repeated aloud, tapping their claws on the desk, “And a rotten child…” A wicked smile crawled across their face and they turned back to the husktop.

Dismissing the failed conversation, Oliver pulled up a new chatroom.

-SightlessFirebird began trolling WacobaRanchOffical!-

SF: Hello, Mr. Bluegill~. My name is Oliver, and I am a huge 7an o7 your work~. I was wondering i7 I could ask you a 7ew questions~?

Oliver sat back and waited. Having cleared her bowl and plate, she picked them up and took them to the mealblock sink. She stopped by the aviary to feed her birds and lusus, giving them each a minute of attention- they’d get more later, before sunrise- before heading back to the office.

She tapped a button on the side of her mouse, but the screen reader only read back the message she’s sent. She frowned.

SF: Mr. Kappal~? Are you there~? I don’t mean to be a bother, my dear man, I’m just very curious about a 7ew things~.

Still, no response came. Oliver waited several minutes, which stretched onto hours. He went and showered, did his entire hair and skin treatment routine, and got changed into a comfy robe.

When he checked again, nothing, and the clock informed him it was nearly time for his video date with his morail. Nibbling on his lip, he sent a final message.

SF: Well, just get to me when you can, sir~! I hope to hear 7rom you soon~!

No response ever came.

Somewhere, far away, in a hive by the seaside, a husktop pinged three times over the span of several hours. Only one of the residents heard it.

But he couldn’t stop staring at the blood on his hands.

#ancient sounds #long post #very long post #story time #oliver maddel #sightless sounds

[ryttu3k]

Part 2 of my season 12 reaction posts! Find part 1 (Resolution of the Daleks to Fugitive of the Judoon) here!

Praxeus

Thoughts on Doctor Who - Praxeus!

OKAY FIRST. THANK YOU, SHOW, FOR FIXING A BIG ISSUE I HAD WITH THE FIRST SEASON. So they were doing a thing where they’d introduce incidentally queer characters, have a female character mention her wife, stuff like that, only for them to die. This episode had Jake and Adam, married/separated/it’s complicated couple, who face huge amounts of danger, who both come close to dying, but who survive! And have a Big Damn Kiss! And walk off together holding hands! They survived!!

Plotwise, I enjoyed it a ton while watching, although in retrospect it did feel a bit free of danger. The companions were never in true peril because the Doctor can home in on them automatically, and we never got the true scale of the risk of infection, since the only people we saw get infected were in isolated areas. I would have liked to see, for instance, the threat of Praxeus spreading beyond just the very Hitchcockian birds; all of the peril was on an individual level.

Good message, if unsubtle. Mind you, that’s kind of Doctor Who’s thing, and it pisses off conservatives, so all for it, really XD (They must have loved the core relationship in this episode, too!) Like. Subtle doesn’t work. There are literally climate change deniers that exist. Sometimes you actually do have to tell a message with all the finesse of a sledgehammer because .

(Side note, I was deeply concerned when I saw the cowriter was the guy who did the hot mess that was Kerblam!, so at least this was just an unsubtle and kind of questionably written story instead of an actively harmful one.)

The companions: Ryan seems a fair bit more confident on his own? His initial scenes with Gabriela showed that he’s starting to work well even without backup, and picking up the bird proved to be a damn good call. Yaz and Graham were a fun pair, and Yaz got a lot to do when she and Gabriela (again!) got to explore, and I can definitely understand the conflict between curiosity/doing what’s right and safety when it came to the teleport scene. She does seem to be bordering on the reckless. Intriguing!

Minor plot snag - Graham knows how to set up an IV, presumably because of the shitload of time he spent in hospital! …And yet he doesn’t know what a pathogen is?

Friend note!

“fun fact about graham seemingly not knowing what a pathogen is! in my reading of the scene, i saw it as graham knowing what one was. with "Well, I’m glad you asked that…!” he seems like he’s actually sort of pleased with himself, like he’s about to launch into an explanation, and then IIRC there’s a very brief shot at Ryan giving him a Look and Graham immediately changes tone to “…cause I didn’t want to look stupid.” he immediately changes from boosting his own ego to bolstering ryans and im love"

In which case, good shit gooood shit.

SFX - the infection was creepy as shit. The very obviously puppet bird near the lab was hilariously bad.

Apparently the filming was tricky because it was super windy so all the shorts of Thirteen with her hair Like That weren’t planned, it just kind of happened. Love a fluffy ruffled Thirteen.

So anyway. People calling for more plot focus - literally this is the Doctor trying to distract herself and not focus on the plot! This is her avoidance tactic! Emotional honesty? Who’s she? She’ll get back to it eventually, but for now she needs a distraction after being punched in the emotions. Give her that for one episode, c'mon.

Ryan: “…I do a lot of running.”

Graham: “Whatever is giving off those weird readings… is on the other side of that wall!” Yaz: *silently turns scanner around* Graham, not skipping a beat: “…is on the other side of that door!”

Yaz: “I don’t want you to panic, but… we followed one of those things through a teleport and now I think we’re on an alien planet.” Thirteen: “…well, you don’t do things by halves!”

Thirteen: “That’s why you smell of dead bird! I thought you’d changed your shower gel.”

Thirteen: “I’m having half a thought. Ooh, this one tickles!”

Thirteen: “What can I say? I’m a romantic~”

In conclusion, Doctor Who said gay rights.

-

Can You Hear Me?

Thoughts on Doctor Who - Can You Hear Me?

Trigger warning for discussion of depression and suicide.

You know you're in for a wild ride when iView warns for horror themes instead of science fiction themes.

Overall: at first impression, it felt sort of mashed together? There's 14th century Aleppo, and there's 21st century Sheffield, and there's a deep space station, and there's creepy monsters and dream villains; I do kind of wonder why Zellin targeted a random girl in Aleppo as source for his pet monster, although targeting people like Ryan's best friend makes sense if he's deliberately trying to lure the Doctor to him.

The theme, on the other hand, of mental health resiliance and reaching out, was done incredibly well. Oh yeah there'll be more comments about it - the Guardian described it as 'adventures in Wokeness' - but damn, sometimes you need to hear it. I loved getting more of Yaz' backstory, about being a desperate teenage runaway at the point of being suicidal, and her reunion with the older woman legitimately made me tear up.

But like, goddamn. Her nightmare - she's still hearing that. She's still hearing her sister saying that she should "do it right this time" and that this time she won't call and that no one is coming and holy fuck. God this makes so many of Yaz' scenes incredibly painful in retrospect, knowing that she was at that point only three years before and that she's still dreaming that shit! It makes her recklessness terrifying!

Ryan's nightmare, and his experience with Tibo - it's quite reflective of the Doctor, too. She wasn't there, and Gallifrey burnt. And Ryan is realising this now, and really thinking about the potential future in Orphan 55. I think this is absolutely foreshadowing Ryan leaving at the end of the season (there's been a lot of speculation given Tosin's new TV role), and I think Ryan and Yaz' discussion at the end of the episode was a definite hint in the direction of Ryan choosing to going back to Earth.

Would have really liked Graham, during his talk with the Doctor, to gently remind her that she can talk about her own problems, although I can understand the narrative choice on why she didn't (although, yeah, would have been good for Graham to ask). Because, yeah, if anyone needs a sympathetic ear (...sans fingers) or a shoulder to lean on, it's her!! The entire theme of this episode was like... reaching out. Conquering your fears with the help of others. Sharing your fears to lessen them. Getting help. And the Doctor deliberately... not doing that makes it into an actual Thing that I think is going to seriously be addressed by the end of the season.

It's been such an ongoing theme. A bunch of episodes have started with an obviously depressed Doctor. The Fam has tried to raise the issue multiple times and have discussed it amongst themselves even more. Scenes like Yaz' reaction after being abducted in Spyfall (...which makes her, "I thought I was dead" part even more worrying) and being comforted by Ryan, not the Doctor... her whole reaction to Graham being like, "I'm glad you talked to me but I literally can't do the same in return" - if it's not addressed by the end of this season, it's at least going to have to be an ongoing theme, because it's becoming very deliberate now.

An interesting note: the actor who played Zellin (an immortal manipulator of nightmares) also voiced the Remnants (who were the first to mention the Timeless Child in The Ghost Monument). Coincidence or deliberate?

Assorted thoughts:

"I'm still quite socially awkward." There's socially awkward and there's emotionally repressed... (I saw a description of it on Tumblr as 'weaponised dissociation' and... yeah. And also yikes.) Also the way she was so closed in on herself, basically hugging her arms to her body! On a semi-related note, talking to herself in Aleppo was a bit depressing. Like it's continuing the theme of The Doctor Does Not Like Being Alone.

The finger thing - ew ew ew ew it's in their EARS ewww D:

Stylistic comment: the traditionally-styled animation for the Immortals' game was gorgeous.

"Try not freak out, yeah, but you're on a floating space platform trapped in a gravitational pull between two colliding planets."

"Thanks for lending a helping hand!" Companions just being, "...Doctor p l s."

On an old lore note, loved the callback to Eternals, Guardians, and the Toymaker! On a concerning note, man, the Doctor has so many issues with immortals. They abandoned Jack, there was the punishment they gave the Family of Blood, they had those Issues with Ashildr (from what I've read), now this, an eternal punishment with no chance of redemption, perhaps because she knows what immortality does? Parallels with the Doctor as quasi-immortal too, which Zellin even pointed out.

"You're wrong about humans. They're not pathetic. They're magnificent. They live with their fears, doubts, guilt. They face them down everyday and they prevail. That's not weakness. That's strength. That's what humanity is."

(Contrast: "That's what humanity is." The Doctor isn't human. She's not prevailing against her fears, doubts, and guilt.)

In conclusion, literally everyone but the creepy immortals needs a hug.

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The Haunting of Villa Diodati

Thoughts on Doctor Who - The Haunting Of Villa Diodati!

tfw you think you're just going to get a nice spoopy historical and instead get major plot?

Overall impression: Well, Jack is going to be pretty miffed, given that the Doctor had to do precisely what he didn't want to happen - giving the Lone Cyberman what it wanted. To save Shelley, and also to save the future, although that does bring up the question on if the death of one person can rewrite the future, why doesn't that apply to literally everyone? Fletcher the valet and Elise the nurse died too, do their deaths have the same impact? Either way, the Doctor takes the Cyberium for herself - then realises that the Cybermen are inevitable, and returns it. And now she's trying to go and stop them. So... a bit conflicting in the message there, I think.

Yeah. Bit of a Trolley Problem there.

The characters were really fun. I did enjoy seeing Mary's sense of morbidness, but also her kindness and sympathy towards the Cyberman; you can see the foundations of Frankenstein there. I'm seeing some criticism of how Byron was portrayed as a coward, but eh. Nice little callback to Ada. Also I love how one of the rules was 'no one snog Byron'. Put that dirty boy back, you don't know where he's been! Glad Claire realised that too, although historically, she was already pregnant with his daughter at that point (and that didn't go well at all)... Either way. Good display of all these bright young reckless things.

(And yes, they were young. Byron was the eldest at 28. Shelley was 23, Polidori was 20, Mary and Claire were just 18. And while Claire lived to 80 and Mary to her 50s, the three men all died young, too - Byron at 36, Shelley at 29 - yes, from drowning, Polidori at just 25. Also wasn't mentioned that Polidori also created something on that Dark And Stormy Night along with Mary's Frankenstein - he wrote The Vampyre, the first modern vampire story!)

The Lone Cyberman (and I am deliberately using that instead of 'Ashad') - creepy as shit. Not just the whole Frankenstein look, but the way he acted! Not emotionless and blank, but actively manipulative and sadistic! Mary showed empathy and he actively threw it back in her face! I mean, yikes.

House was terrific and also spooky as hell. (Am lowkey miffed that no one went "VIBE CHECK!") The jumbled layout was quite Castrovalva, and I actually really dig that Graham got to see some actual ghosts. Ghostly sandwiches!

I think we got actual confirmation here that Yaz does have feelings for the Doctor? (Bleeding Cool News is pretty sure that it was for Ryan, but... lmao no.) BBCA twitter certainly thinks so!

Claire: "His answers only increase the enigma." Yaz: "I know someone like that." Claire: "This enigmatic person of yours... would you trade them for reliable and dull?" Yaz: "My person's a bit different..."

I MEAN.

(It got deleted. So. There is that.)

Thirteen: "Hmm. Fourteenth... no. Fifteenth century... touch more umami." (Doctor, have you been playing Detroit: Become Human again?)

Mary: "I don't think they're really from the colonies!" Byron: "No, she... is from somewhere much, much stranger." Polidori: "The North."

Thirteen: "YOU HAD ONE JOB."

Cyberman: "You appear courageous. But your vital signs betray a heightened state of anxiety." Thirteen: "Or as I like to call it... Tuesday."

Thirteen: "Yeah, 'cause sometimes this team structure isn't flat. It's mountainous, with me at the summit, in the stratosphere, alone. Left to choose. Save the poet, save the universe. Watch people burn now, or tomorrow. Sometimes even I can't win."

Claire: "You pursued Mrs Doctor without a care for my presence, belittled my thoughts and opinions... and then proceeded to use my person as a human shield." Byron: "...And?" Claire: "And the spell is broken... my lord." Polidori's face: "haha you fucked up dude"

Next week: Shit Hits The Fan.

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Ascension of the Cybermen

In lieu of a proper post for Ascension of the Cybermen, here are a list of questions we need an answer for.

Will Graham and Yaz survive, on a giant carrier full of Cybermen?

Who is Brendan, and what is his relevance to the story?

What is the Boundary?

How is Gallifrey in the Boundary?

How was the Master in Gallifrey, and not trapped by the Kasaavin?

Who is Ko Sharmus and why am I getting Yana vibes?

Who is Ashad and what is his story? (And why is his theme such a literal banger?)

Is he an actual Cyberman? Because I'm totally getting this impression he's human in armour?

How did Brendan survive being shot, and why did his non-ageing father and mentor do that?

Why did it look like a chameleon arch?

Is Ethan's tech-savvy just warzone familiarity or something more sinister?

Are there any other large human populations left?

Was I detecting a hint of romantic tension between Graham and Ravio?

What's up with Yaz?

Why did the Cyberium get sent to that time period?

Who or what is this alliance Jack is a part of?

How do the Time Lords and the lie of the Timeless Child come into it?

WHO THE FUCK IS BRENDAN?

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The Timeless Children

WELL THEN.

While I gather proper thoughts on The Timeless Children, here are the questions I had from Ascension of the Cybermen, now with answers!

Will Graham and Yaz survive, on a giant carrier full of Cybermen?

Yup! Disguises for the win!

Who is Brendan, and what is his relevance to the story?

Brendan is a filtered overlay memory of one of the Doctor's former lives.

What is the Boundary?

An anomaly, as far as I can tell.

How is Gallifrey in the Boundary?

No idea!

How was the Master in Gallifrey, and not trapped by the Kasaavin?

No idea!

Who is Ko Sharmus and why am I getting Yana vibes?

A big damn hero.

Who is Ashad and what is his story? (And why is his theme such a literal banger?)

We're still not actually sure. Either way, he's an action figure now.

Is he an actual Cyberman? Because I'm totally getting this impression he's human in armour?

Yeah, sort of.

How did Brendan survive being shot, and why did his non-ageing father and mentor do that?

Because Time Lords.

Why did it look like a chameleon arch?

It's probably related technology! If the chameleon arch rewrites memories, this one just wipes them.

Is Ethan's tech-savvy just warzone familiarity or something more sinister?

Just warzone familiarity. Poor li'l bean.

Are there any other large human populations left?

Possibly! If the Boundary really did send them to random places, there still could be surviving pockets elsewhere in the universe.

Was I detecting a hint of romantic tension between Graham and Ravio?

Maybe a bit XD And now they're all on Earth, who knows?

What's up with Yaz?

Who knows?

Why did the Cyberium get sent to that time period?

Ko Sharmus sent it. Didn't send it far enough.

Who or what is this alliance Jack is a part of?

Same organisation Ko Sharmus is part of. Also, young!Ko Sharmus/Jack please.

How do the Time Lords and the lie of the Timeless Child come into it?

In so many ways.

WHO THE FUCK IS BRENDAN?

The Doctor!

More thoughts later!

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Thoughts on Doctor Who - The Timeless Children.

...Actually, first thought is the title. Timeless Children? Hmm.

Anyway. That is... sure a literally mind-blowing revelation for the Doctor, yes! Like, damn, the discovery that you're not even the species you thought you were, that your adoptive parent spent lifetimes abusing and experimenting on you, that your memories were routinely erased by people you thought you could trust (including your adoptive parent), that you're literally the progenitor for your entire species, that you've lost who knows how much time and who knows how many memories... yeah. Damn.

What's an appropriate birthday present for someone turning ten million?

Also, huh. Amidst all the old lore and casual mentions (like Borusa!) that got mentioned - were they taking hints from the Cartmel master plan? About the Doctor being some kind of founding figure for Gallifrey? Not exactly written as Cartmel had it, but that big main concept of the Doctor as a sort of... foundation piece of Time Lord culture was still actually there.

Brain of Morbius Doctors confirmed, I guess. I guess even Four was going, "...the fuck?"

Cybermen = still scary. Regenerating Cybermen = felt somehow obscene. Like, no, that's just fundamentally not right. Like the TARDIS responding to Jack by noping the fuck out kind of not right. God. And the Master was completely and utterly magnificently batshit, like, more than usual, come on, dude, you know they'd kill or convert you the second you turned your back.

Still. Deeply, deeply entertaining to watch just from a villain perspective, completely Chaotic, and like... I do understand where he was coming from? His entire life is a lie. His entire life is because of the Doctor, who, I think it's fair to say, he has Complicated Feelings regarding. (Their entire interaction this episode was a giant power play. Like damn guys just get into BDSM and leave the would-be genocide and universal takeover.)

Tecteun = Rassilon, I'm assuming. Goddamn. Like they were a pompous abusive asshole from the outset, this just kind of makes it worse. I also wonder if Rassilon chose the Master specifically to get the drums because he was friends with the Doctor? That actually may have been something the Master worked out himself, too. I mean, I'd be pissed off as well :-\

Also, how many people know about this? I assume Gat knew, since she was implied to be responsible for the mind wipes, but was it like... a super tightly-held secret or was it something a lot of higher-ups knew? Because that's fucked up tbh

Thought on the Master. Okay, he's hugely furious that he's been lied to, that the entire origin of his people is based on a lie, that his greatest friendrivalloveenemy is incredibly special and that a part of her is in him and not in the fun way, but like... I'm also wondering if he's looking at the Time Lords, the way they turned him into their puppet, how they drove him insane for their own purposes, then looked at the Doctor - someone who has also been used, abused, experimented on, manipulated, controlled, and went, "No. This is an injustice and the Time Lords need to be punished for it."

Oh, saw a nice theory regarding the TARDISes - Ruth!Doctor had the original busted police box TARDIS. When she was eventually taken in to be mind-erased, they sent the TARDIS off to storage to be eventually repaired. The Doctor manages to steal that one, goes to Earth, and it immediately gets stuck again because it's still broken. Explains how Ruth!Doctor can have the police box while also being pre-everything.

I really want the Doctor and Jack to sit down and have a nice chat about being timeless undying constants of the universe. Also for Jack to get one of the spare TARDISes around. Be kinda funny if he got the Master's old one, given the Year That Never Was, but it really is just sitting there. (Poor TARDIS stuck as a tree on a random wartorn planet in the far future, though!)

Also, Jodie was fucking magnificent in this episode. The hurt, the absolute fury, the almost glee when she's telling the Master he can't break her, her refusal to press the button at the end (so much like Nine's "coward or killer?" moment!)... just... so good.

Beautiful post I saw here on Tumblr - the Doctor as the Timeless Child, making the choice to help.

Amazing post here on Tumblr about abuse and repressed memories. Even if the Doctor doesn't remember it all, the abuse they underwent at the hands of a beloved parent figure still informs a hell of a lot of their behaviour, but it doesn't define them. The Doctor's need to run = informed by abuse. The Doctor's desire to help crying children = informed by abuse. The Doctor being an inherently good person = being their own person, no matter what their upbringing, no matter what their past was. They made the choice to be the Doctor, and that's a hell of an important thing.

Extremely painful post I saw on Tumblr about the Doctor being 'hip with the kids' by calling her companions her Fam but hell if they're not more family to her than her actual adoptive mother ow my heart.

Also, the scene between Yaz and Graham was so sweet <3 I do want to see Yaz, at some point, admit that sometimes she's so terrified she can barely move, and to tell him what she came so close to doing when she was sixteen, and Graham to just go, "Yeah, but you keep going." Also I'm trying not to think about how Yaz would respond to the Doctor going off on a suicide mission when Yaz was suicidal just three years earlier because ow my heart. She knows that Ko Sharmus went after her, she knows the Doctor might be alive, but either way, she's just seen someone she loves leave with the intention of dying (and Ko Sharmus too, actually). Someone please give her a hug. Actually please just let the Fam have a big group hug in general.

"Have you ever been limited by who you were before?" "Huh. Now that does sound like me talking."

So, remaining questions to be answered next season!

What actually is the Doctor? Since they were found near the Boundary, they could be from anywhere. It's fair to say they now are recognised genetically as a Time Lord, but what were they originally, why were they abandoned in the first place, and are there any more of their original people out there?

How do the Remnants know about the Timeless Child, or were they just picking up on that unconscious knowledge from the Doctor's own mind?

Like... we're generally under agreement that the Master, the eternal cockroach, survived, right? Despite definitely being lowkey suicidal like oh, was hoping the Death Particle would kill me? Like the Death Particle was made by the Cyberium, it could have gone, "Nah, keeping this one."

What's going on with the Kasaavin? Remember them? Still out there, stationed all through time and space? And are we going to see Daniel Barton again?

Is something going on with Yaz?

Will the Fam stay on? (I personally think Ryan will elect to stay on Earth to account for Tosin Cole's new TV role, and if Graham and Ravio enter a relationship, he might too.)

When will we see Jack again? If he was connected to the Lone Cyberman arc, that seems... pretty conclusively finished, unless we're going to learn more about it?

Is it Christmas yet?

............so the Christmas/NY special is going to start with Jack using his vortex manipulator to bust the Doctor out of prison and get back to the Fam and it'll never be mentioned again, right.

"At least buy me diNNER!!"

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When I get there I go over to the window and look out at the blue sky a little while later Lorne walks in and says “my shirfts finished” I turn around and smile at him ‘how was work’ I sign “it was ok we found some ruins but it was getting dark so sg1 is going with us tomorrow to help us study them” ‘that’s good’ I sign he walks over and notices I have the same clothes on that I had earlier he walks over to my dresser and hands me a blue t shirt and some black shorts I smile at him and go to the bathroom to change when I come back out i see Lorne standing there putting a t shirt that has the word NASA on it he sees me and walks over he then picks me up and lays me in bed then he brangs my wheelchair closer to me he then crawls in bed next to I scoot over and lay my head on his chest and my hand on my stomach he takes one hand and starts playing with my hair accidentally touching my ears sometimes and they twich a little when he does this goes on for little bit intill he falls asleep then I take a knife out of my hair and stab him in the head with when I do I notice I’m in wrath ship I try to get free but can’t when I hear gunfire when they get there it’s both teams sga1 and 2 Lorne runs over and unties me when he finishes I stand up and hug him he hugs me back then says “we have to go now” I nod my head ok a grab a wrath phaser from a dead wrath near by and nod my head ok then we run when we get in the puddle jumper shepherd takes off ‘what happened’ I sign and Lorne says “I woke up a mounth ago and you weren’t in bed we looked everywhere but couldn’t find you” ‘wait a month ago’ I sign he nods his head yes then says “becket is waiting for us at Atlantis to get you checked out” I nod my head ok then put my hand on my stomach which is a little bigger than last time I look at Lorne and he puts his hand on top of mine when we get to Atlantis becket is there at the jumper bay doors with a wheelchair I look at Lorne and sign ‘I’m never getting in one of those things again’ Lorne translates and becket sighs when we get to the infermry he has me lay down under the scanner then I hear Lorne ask “she’s not that far along why is the baby bigger than it should be” “well she is a wolf human hibreed that’s probably it” the doctor answers and I see Lorne nod his head I get out of the scanner and becket asks “do you guys want to know the gender” I look at Lorne and I nod my head the he says “yes” “you to are having a girl congratulations” he says and Lorne’s face lights up I smile accidentally showing my teeth when I realize I quickly hide them “you don’t have to hide your teeth around me” he says and I sign ‘I know they just tend to freak people out’ he giggles a little then asks “are you ok on your own I have to get back to work” I nod my head yes and he leaves I walk over to becket and picks up a tablet and type can I talk to you “yes what is it” he asks I type on the board when the wrath had me they put me in a this place I did everything it throw at me but when I started to sense something wrong I did something stupid If I was wrong I would have regretted it “what did you do” he asks and I type I stabbed Lorne in the head then he turned into a wrath he looks at me for a minute and say “im sending you to see are psychologicalest dr hightmyer she should be free now her office is across the hall” I nod my head then leave I get to her office and type are you busy “no” she says then she gets up and sits in a chair I sit in the one across from here “so what’s bothering you” I type the whole wrath thing “ok so tell me about I type it toke me some time to sense something was wrong when I did I did something stupid I got a knife and stabbed Evan in the head killing him then he turned into a wrath I show it to her and she asks “what caused you to sense it” and I begin to type I had my head on his chest and he was running his fingers throw my hair now normally when someone I trust touches my ears they don’t twich but when he would accidentally touch them they twitched I guess I did that because that’s the only thing I had to go on then she

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His Spark of Light (4 - End)

Cal Kestis x Reader

Requested by: @stellar-trinity​ | Prompt: Clingy! Cal Kestis

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One of the things you told him while catching up was that you’ve volunteered for two tasks—medical work and mechanical work. After having your snack break over space waffles and fruits, you stood up from your seat but Cal snatched you by the wrist.

“Stay with me, please?”

He cooed and then flashed his puppy eyes at you—knowing that it was one of your biggest weaknesses—and you were having an internal battle whether or not to give in. He pulled you in until you sat on his lap. Cal has been behaving like a big baby around you ever since you rejoined the crew.

“I really missed having you here,”

“Sweetie, I won’t be long anyway. Plus, I’ll just be in their med-bay,”

He clicked his tongue and playfully whined like a toddler, “Noooo…”

You chuckled, brushed away the red fringes from his forehead to kiss it, and stood up—his grip on your wrist remained secured.

“Would you like me to help though?”

“That’d be great, come on. We need all the help we can get with the tech in the medical bay. You’re a better mechanic than me,”

You dragged him while he still has your hand in his clutches. The two of you went out of the Mantis and told Cere that you were going back in the base to help with the fighters set up their medical tech.

A fighter stopped in her tracks as soon as she saw you and Cal coming to her general direction.

“Oh, [y/n], I was about to look for you!”

“Yeah, have the shipments of the medical tech arrived?”

“About an hour ago. We need help in setting it up for the patients,”

You turned to Cal, “That’s where you come in. Let’s go,”

Both of you marched through the halls with you on the lead. The medical bay is located in the farther end of the ground floor just past the conference hall. Cal surprisingly kept his grip on to you all the way, you didn’t mind, though it was sort of a neat discovery on your end.

The medical bay’s doors retracted at the push of a button. Most of the tech has been set up but Cal helped out in configuring them until they’re functional for use; you were busy in tending to the patients’ wounds such as replacing their bandages and plastering their wounds with Bacta strips.

You and Cal have made quick work with the things needed to be done in the medical bay. Cal even managed to revive a decommissioned 2-1B medical droid that only needed a new processor, further impressing the doctors and medics in the room.

“Oh, that’s incredible, Cal!” you sincerely complimented his handiwork with the then-decommissioned medical droid, leaning against his arm as you examine it rebooting and making itself aware of its surroundings.

“Nah, it’s nothing. I fix up droids pretty quick,”

You gave him an affirming pat on his chest as the droid’s sounds gradually changed from distorted garbles until it became a monotonous yet coherent voice.

“System rebooting. Registered name: Eye-Em-Nine. Scanners optimal. Hello, my name is IM-9, 2-1B Medical Droid at your service.”

“Awesome work, Cal!” you gleefully said, shaking him by the arm.

“Well done, [y/n] and Cal! Thanks for configuring these old things. Now we can treat patients with better medical quality,” the doctor commends.

“Glad to help,” Cal beamed.

“How are you feeling, [y/n]?” the doctor asked you casually while poring over a patient’s records chart.

“Better actually. Cal here replaced my bandages earlier,”

“Good man. Oh, by the way, as a reward—here, have these,”

The doctor fished out something from the stock cabinet. He approached you and placed two stim canisters on the palm of your hand. The pair of green vials glowed and their light twinkled in you and Cal’s eyes. BD-1 even peeked over Cal’s shoulder to look at it.

“Oh, but Doc… we can’t… we can’t take these,” you stuttered. “The patients need it more than we do.”

“Oh come now, I insist,” the doctor gently pushes your hand back away from him. “Besides, we have enough for the patient—and another shipment well on the way. Please accept my quite small token of thanks,”

Seeing that you can’t talk your way out of it, you caved and decided to express your gratitude.

“No, it’s quite a big token, Doc. This is gonna come in real handy sooner or later,”

“You’re welcome, [y/n] and Cal,”

BD-1 chirped curiously when the doctor dismissed himself to accommodate a patient in bed.

“How many stims you got left in you, buddy?” you asked.

BD-1 trilled in a soft rhythmic tone—as if counting—and then replied with one loud chirp.

“Oh, well, these are gonna restock your storage real quick,”

BD tilted his head slightly, ejecting the small tray for you to place in the stims in. when you slid the vials into the slots, the tray retracted into BD-1’s head and then the little droid played a string of happy-sounding tones.

“With you, BD, we feel unstoppable,” Cal cooed and fist-bumped with the tiny droid, and you patted his head.

Now with the job done, you exited the medical bay and saw that there was still little sunlight shining through the windows. The fighters and their commanding officers were busy as usual in different sectors—the communications, the strategical planning, and medical efforts to name a few.

The lightbulb in your mind suddenly flickered on and you had an idea. The thought was at the tip of your tongue moments ago and you finally remembered it.

“Oh! Follow me. I wanna show you something,” you grabbed him by the wrist and let go as soon as you felt his feet carry him.

Cal was impressed that you managed to memorize the layout of the temple without a map. Four days isn’t usually the threshold for a person to have memorized an entire place with all its twists and turns. He was able to keep up to your pace as you sprinted through the hallways; you could have been easy to lose with the blind turns and sharp lefts and rights, but Cal stayed close.

“Where are we going?” he huffed as he ran.

“You’ll see!” you heaved as well.

Cal followed you up to the third level of the temple. Both of you finally finished the flight of stairs from the second floor. He hoped that the run was at its end. You two stopped to catch your breaths, you went ahead towards the open balcony.

“This has been my favorite time of the day and favorite thing to do ever since I got here,” you said as if daydreaming.

Cal walked up to your side and saw what you meant.

The view from the third level balcony of the temple was a breathtaking spectacle. The powder blue sky had a royal blue gradient as the sun began to set. The most prominent part of the view is Yavin itself, the red planet blanketed nearly half of the evening sky, accompanied by a multitude of stars and puffs of clouds while dusk comes in. The trees were transforming into silhouettes when the sky grew into a deeper shade of blue, and the stars were multiplying tenfold.

You gestured a nod, “Look down there.”

Cal followed and saw how small the fighters and the ships—including the Mantis—appeared. He couldn’t believe that both of you have gotten this high up in the temple. He stole a glance at you, he watched you stare at whatever’s happening down below and alternately look at the sky—though you stared longer at the sky, looking at it as if the sight came from a dream.

He stood closer to you as he looked down below.

“When I got here, most of them were wounded, they returned with their ships barely holding it together. Even if I wanted to leave, I felt the need to help them,” you thought out loud. “And then, one of their leaders said something. He had a speech for his soldiers. He said something like, ‘the tiniest of sparks could even ignite the largest of infernos.’ I overheard him say that and I can’t help but think, I wonder which one of these fighters is the tiny spark that would light up the blaze.”

“Well, who knows? Maybe one of the people you saved might be. You’re a hero too, [y/n],”

You smile while slightly shaking your head, “I never thought of myself in that high regard,”

“They could’ve died without your help,”

“That’s literally what you said back in Kashyyyk when we got there,”

“Yeah, and even if I keep saying I miss you every day when you were gone, now that you’ve told me about this, I’m proud of you. You saved lives, that’s a really big deal,”

Your cheeks flushed in color while you try to fight back a smile by biting you lip, “Really?”

“Yeah. Come here you,”

Cal pulled you in close to him again, you were really pressed against his body and he encased you in his embrace while he rested his head on the top of your head while both of you continue viewing the evening scene of Yavin IV. Your small arms attempted to wrap the broad of his back as you returned the hug and he planted perhaps a dozen of kisses all over your forehead and cheeks.

“I think I should go on solo trips more often,”

“Why so?”

“So you’d hug and cuddle me tighter than usual like this,”

Albeit being a half-joke, Cal still went for it and thought of a breakeven.

“How about I just smother you more often so you don’t leave my side ever?”

You rolled your eyes in a pensive manner, and then you smiled when you’ve reached a decision.

“Not a bad bargain.”

Cal beamed, leaned closer to you and kissed your lips, shortly but sweetly. He slicked back the loose hairs on your hairline, exposing your forehead and planted another kiss there; and then he rested his cheek over your head again as both of you enjoy the scenic evening view.

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(Silver Death - Part 4)

Ew. I’m old:

"Holy shit."

"What? They aren't that bad. Besides, it was my own damned fault that I got them."

"That are very bad Lady of Silver. Only a great worrier could have walked away from battle with these wounds and survive."

"I'm going to agree with Thor. When I did this, it should have killed you."

"Nah. Hulk did it, not you. Besides I found a medic quick. I am fine. Oh and Thor. I'm no warrior. I am a cold blooded killer, nothing else."

With everyone staring I push back my chair and go back outside. While crossing the yard I can hear them trying to find out how I survived.

The answer is simple really. HYDRA messed with me and gave me serums and shots. I am way to strong for my own good and can heal quicker than most people. Even the famous Captain America.

Allowing my feet to take me where they wish I once again end up in my shed, not working just sitting in the rafters that hold the bay doors up. I have my own little nest up there.

My nest is basically where four joists meet with boards laying around them to make a platform. There are a few books and some blankets and a pillow up there. It's practically the only place I will sleep. Unless Winter is here. He'd have a fit if he new I slept out here.

Without realizing it I start to drift off until I hear voices coming down the ladder shaft.

"She needs an elevator. No wonder she has such great legs."

"Stark that's disgusting. And not everyone can afford to get an elevator."

"I agree with Nat. Don't be looking at her legs like that."

"Steve do you have a crush?!"

"No Tony! I don't even know her!"

"I'm pretty sure that Bucky wouldn't approve of your crush anyway. It's a good idea to keep it hidden."

"Not you to Natasha!"

"Sorry. I'm at the bottom!!"

Took them long enough. Why wouldn't they just slide down? It's so much faster.

Watching them from above they start walking around my shed looking at what I have. There are 4 doors leading off of the main area. That they notice.

Behind the doors are:

A bathroom/laundry room

A parts room

A computer/hacking room

And my armoury

They go to the bathroom, muttering about how small it is (Stark) and how nice the lighting is(Widow). When they go into the armoury and don't come out for 5 minutes I start to get curious. As I am about to jump from my platform they walk out.

Walking to the computer room I start to wonder what I have left running and what is easy to hack. I mean in their group of three-no five, Winter and Scarlett just came down- has Tony Stark an extraordinary computer expert and Black Widow an ex-assassin who hacked into SHEILD.

I'm screwed. They are going to find me out what I have been trying to figure out.

Who am I?

I know that my name is Jessica Rice, from my HYDRA file that I stole one day. It was like I never existed. It makes my job- figuring out who the hell I was- a lot harder.

Either they are going to find my scans for that or the files that I have from when I hacked HYDRA a few weeks back; they were mostly on Winter, and the doctor dude that did shit to us.

Jumping from my platform I turn myself invisible and land gracefully in a roll. By gracefully I mean I land on the heels of my feet creating a loud clapping noise that echoes through the shed.

Hopefully they assume I have dropped something while repairing the jet.

Never mind.

Widow walked out of the computer room with her gun in her hands looking for where the noise originated. Scarlett is trying to find out if anyone else is in the shed by doing her magic stuff.

One of her ribbon things gets a little to close for comfort and I simply side step towards the jet while trying to make absolutely no sound.

Success.

Walking out of the jet in plain sight -with earbuds in so they would assume that I hadn't heard them come in- I stop and look at them.

"Hi,"

"You weren't in there before. Like 10 minutes ago when we were looking for you."

"I was on top. By the way why are there dents on top of the jet?"

"Because Clint likes barrel roles."

"Okay. Anyway how long have you been down here? And what time is it?"

"Well darling-"

"Do. Not. Darling. Me. Stark."

"Okay. Fine, don't need to be such a grouch about it. We've been down here for like 15 minutes."

"What Tony is trying to say is we were looking for you because we were planing on heading into town to get some supplies."

"Thank you for the better explanation Scarlett. Winter why are you glaring at America?"

"Reasons."

"Whatever. Need a ride or are you planing on going on your own?"

"Well I am not sure what is in your town but Natasha was planing on coming with me."

"Okay. Well I can come if you want me to show you around."

"That would be lovely."

Now, why did I do that? She's been trying to get in my head since she got here and even with the failures she won't give up.

"Okay. Stark where'd you wander off to? I don't want you in here unsupervised."

"I'm a professional adult!" Whining now "Why can't I stay?"

"Because I don't want you breaking anything or snooping threw my files, blueprints or trying to hack my computer."

"Harsh. And how did you know that we found your computer?"

Shit. Um. Uh. Drawing a blank. This can't be good. Raise an eyebrow and roll your eyes.

Nodding towards the now closed door that hides the computer room

"I saw you go in there before I hopped down from the roof."

"Ah"

"But you were in there. I'm gonna make sure you didn't mess with anything."

Walking past him I go into my computer room.

My computer room is a dimly lit room that has 5 screens, a TV, a couple speakers and multiple different bits of a computer I took apart on the bench against the side wall. It's nothing special but it is helpful when hacking different places.

Checking the damage he has done is simple. He has barely even touched my computer that gets used the least. And even then only for music.

Rolling my eyes I leave and lock the door. A finger print scanner that is attached to a 5 digit key pad.

"No one answered my second question."

"What was is Silver?"

"What time is it Winter?"

"It was about 11:00am when Wanda and I came down."

I was in my nest for almost 2 hours. Wow. I guess it was more then drifting off.

Nodding towards the ladder they all file in. Stark, America, Scarlett, Widow, Myself then Winter. He is the only one I trust completely out of this whole group so far. But I am hoping to warm up to Hawkeye and Widow, they seem like people I could get along with.

While climbing I allow my mind to drift because they are so slow. Well, Stark is and he's first. My mind goes to the only memory I have as a child.

**flash back thing**

"Mommy look!"

"Jessica where did you find that? It should be locked away."

"The lock is broken mommy."

"Well. For a 4 year old you are pretty smart."

"Yup! 5x5 is 25!

"Who taught you that?"

"Uncle."

"Jessica. You don't have an uncle. Who taught you that?"

"The man with the smart son."

"Do you mean Mr. Howard? My boss?"

"Yes mommy."

"Okay. I'm going to take that and put it back and we are going to pretend hat the lock is not broken okay?"

"Okay! I like the pretend game. I am very good at it!"

"That you are Hun. What do you want to eat for supper?"

"Hmmm. Sgetti!"

"Spaghetti?"

"Yah!"

"Okay. Im gonna go put this away and then we are going to make spaghetti and our special sauce!!"

"Yay!"

I watched my mothers back as she walked dow the hallway to her room. I had picked the lock on mommy safe and was going to show her. But the worried sound in her voice told me not to let her know I picked the lock. But to make up a quick pretend.

**flash back thing over**

"The man with the smart son? You new Tony's dad?"

With Tony just reaching the top he started yelling

"Who new my dad? And I am smart!!"

"Silver new him. She called him her Uncle."

"I was little. He was my mothers boss. She often took me to work and left me with Howard. He enjoyed kids. And Scarlett please stay out of my head. That's practically the only memory that isn't violent and gruesome."

"How old are you?? My dad died in 1991. You said you were 24. The math doesn't add up."

"No. I should be 24. I don't think I was ever put in cryo freeze."

"You. Um. You were in Cryo a few times Silver. Only for about a year or eight each time but. You should be 48." Winter looks nervous while telling me this.

"Ew. I'm old."

With that everyone starts laughing.

"Shut up! Ugh. Are you girls ready for town? I wanna get away from these three."

"No we need to change."

Realizing they were still in the clothes that I gave them when they first arrived I feel guilty.

"You two coulda grabbed anything outta my closet or dresser. Or I shoulda realized you hadn't changed."

"Meh. On missions we don't change very often Silver."

"Are you sure Scarlett?"

"Yes. And so is Natasha."

"Well still sorry."

Making it into the house I send them into my room to pick out their outfits and would Winter aside.

"Don't let Any one into my lab shed thing. Especially Stark."

"Why?"

"I have files on HYDRA that they don't have. That I don't want them to have."

"What are the files on?"

"Me. My death count doubles you and Widows combined. I don't want them to know that."

"Silver. You can trust this team. They will understand."

"No they won't. Not once they see some of the names that are in there. I killed some of their friends and family James. They would hate me if they knew."

"Tony forgives me for killing his parents. The rest would forgive you."

"I doubt it."

With that I walk away and go to my truck. It has bullet proof with tinted windows. When the girls come out of the house they look happy and comfortable.

When they get in Widow sits in the front seat and Scarlett gets into the back. Their smiles disappear quickly.

This was gonna be a fun day.

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Good morning

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Warnings: cheating, insecurities, lies, angst, misleading storyline?? This one is long

Summary: when Bucky stops texting his long distance girlfriend good mornings each morning she gets suspicious, going back to America to visit him she's in for a surprise she had never expected.

A/N: guess who's writing again? No one because no one guessed because like 3 people will read this and it will be dead forever *shrug* I feel like this storyline is really misleading so, sorry? Also AOS is a main theme for this but if you don't watch the show it really doesn't matter

This is Bobbie btw for anyone who wants to know what she looks like for this

It had been over a year since you had seen your boyfriend, well properly seen your boyfriend, moving back to England was a hard decision for you but you knew it was the best one, you knew that taking the promotion was the best thing you could do but your mind was still constantly plagued with insecurities and worries, but you knew Bucky wasn't like that, he could never? Could he?

It had started about 3 months ago, his usually cheerful morning texts which never failed to bring a smile to your face had stopped, almost ceased to exist, from his constant hey, baby! How's my gorgeous girl? To his babyyy! Wake uupp! It's been too long! Facetime me when you're free my pretty doll. his morning texts had fallen to a simple hey or I'm busy we'll talk later and the main fact he never bothered to text first anymore had caused your usual insecurities to skyrocket, why did he never have time to send you a simple hello anymore? Or more importantly who meant he didn't have the time?

Your phone buzzed as you say in bed, mind plagued by thoughts, you immediately shot up, hopefully Bucky had gone back to usual? Opening your phone you had found a simple text from your boss Phil 'meet me in the headquarters at 10', why was Phil in England? More importantly why did he need to see you?

Standing up you prepared yourself for the day to come.

"Hey y/n/n!" Your good friend and teammate Bobbi chirped as she brought you your regular morning drink

"mornin' Bob" you slurred out as you wrapped your coat around your frame tightly, shivering as you took in the very open windows.

"someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. Argh! No! Stop throwing things at me!" Hunter shrieked as Bobbi began throwing pillows at him.

"Wow, adorable couple" you mumbled as you took in the pair, after getting remarried the pair had fallen deeply in love once again, you wished you could have that but unfortunately being the director of S.A.B, shield associations Britain you barely had the time to speak to Bucky, yet alone the time to break up with him or move on, whereas normal couples may have fallen apart you were way to busy to even think about dating or parties or even making new friends, you stuck to your own lane.

"hunter! Barbra!" A familiar, fatherly voice boomed as the familiar figure of Phil Coulson stepped into the office, taking in the pair he hadn't seen since Russia "I thought you two were never coming back to shield?" He grinned happily

"we could never leave our dear y/n alone in a country! She's so far into work she hasn't even been shopping yet!" Bobbie exasperated "and please, Phil! Dont call me Barbra! Barbra is far worse than any possible nickname you could give me!" The blonde grinned cheekily

"Bobbie, stop being so dramatic, we went shopping last month!" You shook your head playfully as you took a seat at your desk, gesturing for Phil to sit opposite you beside Hunter -who had perched himself happily onto one of the plush leather chairs-

"I need you to come back to New York for a while" Phil stated softly

"what? Really? Ohmygosh nofreakingway!" You shrieked happily

"English, y/n/n!" Hunter playfully chided, wagging a finger at you as you practically glowed, you had missed your friends and especially Bucky.

"when?" You asked excitedly

"next month, I'm sending agent Piper to hold things down till you get back here" Phil smiled at the young woman, barely reached her late 20's and still so experienced yet full of life. A small smile graced his lips as he watched the h/c girl jump up and start rambling.

• time skipy•

The buzz of the quinjet filled your ears as you stepped off, e/c orbs wandered as you took in the familiar tower in which your boyfriend and some of your closest friends lived, sighing deeply you grabbed Bobbi's hand and quickly guided her to the doors

"nervous?" She asks over the low rumble of the quinjet ascending back into the air and back to the main s.h.i.e.l.d base. Turning your head to face Bobbi you opened your mouth to deny but quickly remembered how useless it would be- you knew the spy since s.h.i.e.l.d academy! She knows you better than you do and vice versa

"I don't know why, b! I mean I'm going to see some of my best friends AND my boyfriend!' you blurted out exasperated, anyone walking past might have looked at you like you're crazy but Barbara Morse was your best friend in the entire world and she had seen much worse than you screaming out into the rough winds.

"y/f/n" she stopped walking abruptly piping your linked arms backwards with her "has Bucky been acting weird with you?" She asked inquisitively, shrugging you immediately regretted not speaking to her about Bucky before, she would have helped. "Oh y/n/n; you didn't you tell me? No wonder you're so skitterish today! Whatever it is I'm sure it's nothing too big, Bucky loves you and I can even tell that without meeting the man! He's probably on a mission or something, he IS an avenger" Bobbi calmly rubbed your back as she spoke, guiding your hand to the identification scanners.

"thanks Bob, you always know how to make me feel so much better. I love you" you sighed dreamily, aiming to annoy the woman "oh you cow! Stop being so corny!" The blonde laughed aloud and she lightly smacked your hand, walking into the escalators you began calming your nerves, you felt like a giddy teenager going to her first date. And you hated it. The fact that a few stupid texts had lead you into this trivial paranoid stage had fully set into your mind. It was Bucky for god's sake! James Buchanan Barnes, the same James who stumbled over his words when asking you out, the same bucky who arrived an hour early to pick you up for said date and almost died when he realised, the same Mr Barnes who quit the avengers (although for 10 minutes) to be with you. He was your Bucky and you don't need texts to know that.

As the elevator doors pinged open you and Bobbie stepped out and into the large lounge which occupied the avengers.

Looking up Steve's mouth gaped open before jumping up and accidentally flipping the table over as he ran towards you "Y/N/N! YOU'RE HERE OH MY! I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU IN SO LONG! I MISSED YOU!! AND IM SO SORRY ABOUT HOW HE-" Steve blabbered out as he squeezed hugged you tightly, barley taking in anything he was saying you were quick to end his ramblings

"'tevie! I've missed you and all but shhhh inside voices remember" you laughed as the soldier nodded looking like a lost puppy

"sorry y/n/n but I've missed my best friend so-" this was when Bobbie felt to make her presence known "hold up! Wait a minute! If anyone is y/f/n's best friend; it's ME. So sit down mate, she's mine" bobbie stated proudly, reminding you of your (then) puppy when meeting Bucky

Shaking your head you introduced Bobbie and greeted everyone else, sitting down inbetween Pietro and Wanda you looked around the room, the obvious man who wasn't in the room still plagued your mind "hey,guys where Bucky?" You asked with a small smile, the avengers a looked at you as if you'd grown 2 heads "what? Can't I see my boyfriend?" You laughed, greeted with silence you stood up "I check I'll check his room then?" You asked wearily before all but sprinting our the room, barely noticing how the room erupted and bob and Steve had run after you.

The elevator door closed as soon as you stepped inside, you were so confused, why was everyone so shocked? Especially when you called him your boyfriend? And Steve looked mortified! Taking a deep breath you stepped out and walked to your "boyfriends" door

"hmm yes buck!" A feminine voice sighed from the room as you neared it, stopping about a step away from the door you could almost feel the tears gathering in your e/c orbs, pushing them away you stopped to listen...not a sound came out, your mind must have been playing tricks surely!

Gulping a big breath of air you stepped forwards and opened the door quickly "Bucky! Surprise! I'm- Oh my god" your playful tone turned quiet and lifeless and you took in the scene Infront of you, bucky laying almost naked ontop of a scantily clad Natasha

•

Steve knew something was wrong the moment you asked for Bucky, why would she ask where Bucky is? Bucky had told the team he broke up with her to date Natasha MONTHS ago, then y/n called him her boyfriend and the entire team was stunned as it dawned onto steve.

Bucky didn't break up with his girlfriend, he was cheating on her with Natasha whilst the girl was off being a good person in England.

Steve quickly ran after his friend, Bobbie following shortly after as they attempted to keep up with the h/c girl, when the elevator doors closed quickly the man knew he was far too late.

"Rogers? Care to explain?!" Morse snapped as she stared up at the giant of a man

"buck...no" too in shock to believe Bucky, HIS Bucky would do this, words Jumbled and the man leaned against the wall awaiting the lift to come

"spit it out Rogers! If something is wrong with my best friend I need to know!" Barbara placed a hand onto the blondes arm, staring into his eyes as she searched for answers

"Bucky said they broke up, he's been seeing natasha since October"

•

Bucky knew he'd messed up, quickly scrambling off of natasha and throwing the blanket over her barely clothes body the ex assassin stared up at his girlfriend...well ex now he guessed

"you... little...I can't even.." you gasped out as you stepped back into the hallway

"y/n! Baby no!" He cried running after you

"OH FUCK OFF BARNES" your calm yet betrayed tone turned Malicious as you turned too him in a rage and screamed, the other avengers at this point had caught up and we're watching shocked, they had seen your angry side of the field or in life or death situations (or scariest of all, during monopoly) but never had you ever screamed or raised your voice at any of them and here you were fists clenched and body shaking as you stated at the man Infront of you.

"YOU ARE HONESTLY THE MOST EVIL MAN I'VE EVER MET! WHILST IM OUT THERE WORKING SO HARD FOR SHIELD YOURE WHORING AROUND WITH THAT SLAG?!" You screamed, natahsa at this point had stepped out and stared at you in shock

"Hey! You want a punch, bitch?!"

"she's not a slag!" The pair yelled at the same time, this just fueled your rage.

"OH FUCK OF! DON'T KID ANY OF US NATASHA YOU SLEEP YPUR WAY THROUGH LIFE AND YOU BARNES IM SURPRISED YOU EVEN GOT NATASHA SEEING AS YOURE SO FUCKED UP I'M EVEN SURPRISED YOU GOT ME!" you had no idea where this was coming from but rage and pain from all these few months had come crashing down on you

Feeling a familiar and protective arm wrap around your shoulders you expected the figure to pull you away, or hug you, or calm you but no- Barbra Mose does NOT tolerate betrayal and most certainly not when it's directed at her best friend

"you're surprised? Babes, the whore has probably slept around with half the world, i mean the cheap cunt probably had to flash her saggy boobs and that bitch ran to her with open arms" Bobbie stated, her voice strong and insulting yet everyone without even knowing this woman could tell that she was about to commit a murder.

"let's go, hun" bobbie stated, your energy gone as you pushed through the team behind you, however you stopped and turned to see that Bucky and natasha, although looking guitly had traveled to eachother, you turned back to face them and took menacing steps towards them, as soon as you were in range of the pair you cocked your fist back and bought it to the throat of your boy- your ex.

"bye Barnes, rot in hell with this demon of a woman"

And with that you called Phil, you wanted to disconnect the avengers from the S.A.B and told him that you would be extending your trip; it was time to step up as director, you were here now and your job was to make sure Sheild is at the top, and no sex obsessed dick of an ex is gonna break you.

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Okay it's so bad I know but the first parts were in my drafts for so long and I need to start writing again, I accidentally deleted my Steve imagine AND the first Bucky imagine so I'm trying to get those back but I'm also trying to actually right again. No one's gonna read this I know but it was a fun idea I had that strayed far, plus as long as I like my writing I'll keep doing it and maybe I'll do a part 2? Idk

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[banditthewriter]

Best You Ever Had - Billy Russo - 2

Feels good to be posting again! Here you go, part two!

Future parts will have trigger warnings. Feel free to shoot me a message or ask off anon if you have questions or concerns!

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*****

The relationship hadn't fizzled out, despite what you told your friends and relatives. You'd told them that you save face.

No, your relationship with Billy Russo had gone out with a bang.

And now you were being forced to work with him? Not just that, but to work closely with him? Events like these meant being attached at the hip with the security people.

The only person besides you and Billy that knew what happened was your father. He had been there as you cried and screamed. He had watched you silently fume. He watched you throw yourself into your work.

He knew what the fallout had caused and yet he was willing to put aside petty grievances to work with him?

Petty grievances?!

You took a deep breath to control your rage. You wanted to scream. You wanted to march into your father's office and ask him—demand that he tell you what about your broken heart was petty?

Could you work long hours with Billy without wanting to kill him? Or worse, without crying?

You'd have to. You didn't have a choice.

Hopefully Billy would be kind enough to pretend the two of you had never met. Obviously you hadn't meant anything to him while you were together. It was doubtful that that would have changed.

------

Billy tugged you closer, his lips moving across yours at just the right angle to make you gasp.

“You are going to make us late,” you panted breathlessly against his lips even as his hands went to your thighs.

“We’ll tell them that traffic is backed up. We’ll tell them we were caught in traffic.”

You moaned as he spread your legs, his hand working its way up your skirt.

“He has that traffic app. He's just crazy enough to check to make sure.”

Billy pulled back just a hair before he grinned.

“I could tell him that I got distracted by his sexy as hell daughter,” he joked as he trailed kiss after kiss across your neck and chest.

“Don't even joke about that.” You gasped when he tugged on the strap of your shirt, his lips moving to your cleavage. “Fuck it. We can come up with an excuse later.”

His laughter was swallowed by your lips as you tugged him in for a deep kiss.

-----

You made sure your office was clean and straightened. Honestly you'd spent more time making sure your office was presentable than you had on making sure you were ready for Billy to be in your office.

So when he walked in, you were faced with the striking reminder that he was a beautiful man. You'd been startled by his presence before but this? This felt like an attack on you.

“Mr Russo,” you greeted finally as you motioned for him to come in. “You can leave the door open. This should only take a few minutes.”

He raised an eyebrow before he shut the door with a click. Then he moved over to your desk and had a seat. He unbuttoned his jacket and leaned back, making himself as comfortable as could be.

Had you loved his laissez faire attitude before? That was definitely in the past.

“I had some questions about the sleeping arrangements,” he said as he shifted in his seat, pulling the folder up to flick through it. “I'm going to need at least three more rooms since I'm bringing a covert team as well.”

That drew you up short.

“There wasn't anything about a covert team,” you said with a shake of your head. You had vetoed that in preference to having a more obvious presence.

“Your father wrote it into the contract that I signed yesterday because of recent threats made against multiple of the senators and one of the business leaders that will be at the conference.”

You tried to keep your face neutral but you knew you had failed.

“I suppose your dad had forgotten to mention that to you? Just like he forgot to mention that he'd reached out to me a few days ago.”

A few days ago? You released the pen to keep from snapping it in your anger.

“I am running point on this conference Mr Russo, so all future changes need to start here. I'll go ahead and get three more rooms since there's a need for an increased presence at the hotel.”

Billy nodded after a moment. He pulled a paper from his folder and passed it over to you.

“I took the liberty of going over the blueprints of the hotel as well. Here are my suggestions of security presence.”

You looked it over with a nod, eyes barely registering the marks on the page.

“I'll defer to your expertise on that,” you said as you stood up and went to the scanner in your office. “I want to do a dry run before the people start to arrive. Will you be able to have all of your guys at the hotel tomorrow morning at five?”

You'd just finished scanning the prints. When you turned, Billy wasn't looking at you. He was staring at the books on your shelf.

You scanned them before you froze. In the middle of them all was a book Billy had brought you from one of his overseas trips. It had designs from some of the most famous tourist spots around the world.

The two of you had planned a world tour by that book, but things had fallen apart before it came to be.

“Mr Russo,” you snapped as you held the paper out for him.

“You don't have to call me that,” he said evenly as he took the papers back. “I think after all this time, you can call me Billy.”

How dare he. How dare he reference the time you two had spent together. The time you wasted on a man incapable of love.

“If it was up to me, I wouldn't call you anything.”

You were not proud of how cold your voice was, but you did get a guilty joy from seeing Billy flinch at your words.

“If that's all, Mr Russo?”

He cleared his throat and stood up with a quick nod.

“I'll see you at five,” he said as he excused himself.

Alone in your office, you shut the door and went back to your chair. Your eyes strayed to the book that you hadn't touched in almost a year.

You should have thrown it away but for some reason you couldn't.

Maybe one day.

X

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Break

—Someone’s broken in. Connor is the first person you think to call. But what will he choose?—

A/N: IM BACK!! So this has been on my mind forever now, and I’m so excited it’s finally done!! Please let me know what you think of it!

Warnings: kinda fluffy Connor, swearing, blood, fighting, angsty

“Goddamnit, Kyle!” You rake a hand through your hair, sighing through gritted teeth. “You’re kidding, right? There’s no damn way-”

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he says tiredly, “there’s nothing I can do.”

Clenching your jaw, you hang up, nearly throwing your phone across the room. You shake your head, wanting very badly to hit something. A headache quickly forms as you mutter curses.

“Thought you were an officer, not a sailor,” Gavin taunts, laughing as he props his feet up on his desk.

“Fuck off, Reed,” you snarl, “or so help me I will shut you up myself.”

He rocks back, laughing even harder at your sour mood. Without warning, you grab the nearest object which happens to be a pencil. He jumps as you bring it down towards his shin, barely missing your mark as he crashes to the floor.

“Crazy bitch,” he mutters, rubbing the back of his head. He slowly stands up, backing away from you. He’s a good ten yards away before he turns towards the door.

“Don’t get me wrong,” someone says. Turning, you recognize Hank and Connor walking towards you, the older man smiling. “Seeing Gavin nearly get shanked brings me great joy,” he sits on your desk, taking the pencil from your clenched fist, “but you could’ve at least used a pen.”

You sigh, picking at your desk. “Don’t judge,” you mutter, “could’ve gotten lead in his blood. Made ‘im real sick.”

“She does have a point,” Connor agrees. Your lips twitch at his pun. Looking up at him, a timid smile pulls at his lips. “I thought it would help your mood.”

“But you’re just gonna ignore she tried to stab Reed?” Hank shakes his head, rolling his eyes. “Oh. Okay.”

Connor blinks, head tilting to the side. “I assumed her actions were a side effect of her fever.”

“Fever?” You and Hank say simultaneously. You don’t break eye contact with Connor as you lean towards the older man. “Jinx. You owe me a coffee.”

Hank’s head turns fast, scowling at the side of your face accusingly. You smile innocently at Connor despite the two holes being bore into your head. His brows furrow at your actions.

“You never get sick,” Hank says, the frown tipping into concern, “and now you’ve got a fever?”

“It’s not severe, Lieutenant,” Connor interrupts, “her body temperature is only at ninety nine point-”

“But you don’t get sick,” he repeats.

“Long story short,” you sigh, leaning back in your chair, “I’ll be staying at a motel for a month or so cause the pipes in my apartment building froze.”

Both Hank and Connor’s brows raise. “Holy shit, kid.”

“Yeah,” you mutter, resting your head in your hand. “Kyle — the shitty landlord? — says he can’t get anybody to come look at it for a couple weeks.”

“Why not ditch the motel?” Hank places a hand on your shoulder. “Stay with us till the shit gets fixed.”

“Hank-“

He rolls his eyes, cutting you off with a wave of his hand. “Oh c’mon, Y/L/N. I’ll even make pancakes.”

You chew your lip, considering his offer. Bunk with an old cop, his dog, and a cute android? It wasn’t the worst idea. It definitely beat getting some disease from mysterious stains in a broke down motel.

“Alright,” you say finally.

Hank smiles, a dimple pressing into his cheek. He ruffles your hair. “Alright.”

The squeal of brakes from a train echoes distantly accompanied by three solid knocks on the door. Sumo pick his head up off your lap, giving a soft woof. Setting your book down on the nightstand, you scratch his ears, earning a couple whumps of his tail against the bed.

“It’s okay, buddy,” you coo sweetly. You manage to free your legs of the blankets as the saint bernard settles again. Using your foot to swing the door open, you tie up your hair, quietly padding down the hallway.

You’ve just rounded the corner when the handle jostles. You hesitate, holding your breath as muffled curses make their way through the door. Goosebumps rise on your skin. A thousand thoughts flood your mind, the scariest one being, That’s not Hank.

The lock clicks. “Fuck,” you snap, your voice a whisper.

The door swings open, it’s handle denting the drywall as two men push through. You lock eyes with the first man, the two of you standing shell shocked for half a breath. The second, the younger looking with a heavy bruise on his cheekbone, slaps the first.

“Fuckin grab her!” He shouts, slamming the door shut. And just like that, the standoff comes to a jagged end, the first guy lunging at you, his cigarette stained teeth bared.

Grabbing his wrist, you twist his arm to the side, driving the heel of your palm into his nose. Losing his balance, he topples backwards. The second man reaches out, but with a rush of fur blurring by, Sumo latches his teeth into his arm.

“Sumo!” Cigarette Teeth seizes your moment of distraction and get you in a headlock, his forearm held tightly against your throat. Bruise punches the dog in his ribs before throwing him off. “No!”

He adrenaline coursing through you hinders rather than help, turning your motions frantic as you scratch and scream; your fingernails leave angry, red welts across his skin. Bruise moves forward. You bring your knees to your chest, a savage growl pushing through gritted teeth as you kick him in his stomach. The loss of his footing sends him to the floor, his face meeting the wood with a loud thump!

“Jesus, fuck,” the man holding you grunts, an undertone of fear taking over his words.

The slamming of your heel on the arch of his foot paired with the whip of your head against his already bleeding nose earns a well deserved howl of pain.

Finally able to slip from his grasp, you kick Cigarette Teeth in his knee, watching him drop to the floor with a loud cry. You grab the nearest object — a book off one of the many shelves — and bring its spine down across his temple. With a groan, he crumples to the ground.

“Sumo,” you murmur hoarsely, chest heaving. You quickly fall to your knees, gingerly running your hands across his fur, turning his head towards you. “Are you okay? Fuck.”

His tail wags lightly, letting out a small whine. You whip your head to see Bruise pushing himself up with a groan. Quickly looking at your options, you stand up.

“C’mon, boy,” you urge, helping the large dog limp towards the bedroom. “Good boy! Just a little more! C’mon!”

Slamming the door, you rip the chair from the desk, lodging it beneath the door’s handle. You grab your phone from the nightstand, your book long forgotten. Sumo growls.

“I know, buddy,” you say weakly, scrolling hurriedly through your contacts. 1-800-CYBERLIFE comes into view and you hit dial. “C’mon, Connor. Pick up! Pick up!”

A rumble from the other side of the door. Sumo, crouching low, bares his teeth. You back away.

Click.

“Connor?!”

“Why is it,” Hank says dully, “that every time we gotta go chase some fuckin dead end, it’s always at some creepy, abandoned, probably haunted building?”

“If it’s any consolation, the likelihood that this building is haunted is very low.” Hank turns slow at Connor’s remark, glaring at the android with a dangerous look in his eye. Connor tilts his head. “Would you prefer rat infested?”

Hank narrows his eyes, grimacing nonetheless. “I fuckin hate you.”

Connor can’t help the faintest shadow of a smile that tugs at his lips. With a shake of his head, Hank’s attention returns to the warehouse, the rusted sign worn beyond recognition. At least to the human eye; there was still enough residue from the paint for the RK800 to confirm the location, despite the many years.

“I know you do, lieutenant.”

A middle finger is thrown over the older mans shoulder. His free hand taking hold of the door handle, he draws his weapon. Dust kicks up at their feet, the squeal of the hinges echoing off the graffitied walls.

Quiet steps are placed carefully amongst broken glass. Hank pulls one hand from the grip of his gun, his pointer finger aimed at the ceiling, drawing a circle into the air. Connor follows the order, scanning the small room with a flick of his eyes. The disturbance of dirt trailing through the door on the opposite wall is highlighted.

“There,” he says quietly, jutting his chin. Anderson takes the lead.

With the ceiling half collapsed on itself, rusted cross beams hang dangerously low, the sunken roof giving way to a darkened sky. The moonlight — one drag from an old cigar away from hazy — makes the room glow. Hank’s hand lays flat, making a sweeping motion towards the right side of the warehouse. Silently, Connor tips his head.

Parting from one another, each officer carefully makes their way through the building, scanning and searching for leads. Connor ducks beneath a shelving unit, one hand resting on the wall as he maneuvers quietly. He’s sure to miss the rebar haphazardly sticking out from the floor. He stands, but not before the remnants of a bloodstain is highlighted by his sensors.

Walsh, Chris

3 days old

Suspect is injured.

His record is littered with aggravated assault, theft, multiple drug charges, and battery. Violence is nothing new to Walsh, and from previous statements, he finds a certain appeal to the chaos. Got caught more than once, but was often let out on good behavior. There’s a soft curse from the other side of the building, Hank’s flashlight piercing the veiled darkness.

Scanners highlighting an otherwise dark corner, Connor finds himself standing in something akin to a home; a rat’s nest composed of unwanted trash, the bed nothing more than stained cardboard with a tattered and worn sweatshirt acting as a blanket. The android — clean and tidy in every sense of the word, with only a few strands of hair out of place — is so very juxtaposed to his surroundings. Crouching, Connor tilts his head left, eyes darting about for a trace of the suspect. There, on a soda can tipped on its side, it’s contents half spilt onto the floor, are smudges of fingerprints.

Walsh, Chris

7 hours old

“He’s been here, lieutenant,” he calls out. But the answer doesn’t come.

Looking over his shoulder, he stands slowly, carefully awaiting a smart comment or a grumble of disapproval, but there’s only the wind, a distant siren from somewhere in the city, and the tremble of a loaded gun.

“Lieutenant?”

Connor listens, sensors heightened to a degree, he isolates Hank’s heartbeat. It’s slow, steady, and it’s not the only one. The second pulse is wild, barely tamed by ragged breathing. Straightening, the android begins to move.

“Chris Walsh.” His voice is loud in the hollow building, smooth and demanding; dangerous on a calculated level. “Detroit Police, show yourself.”

Keeping the wall to his right, Connor silently makes his way towards Anderson, finding him on his side. The android drops, assessing the remnants of ketamine in an abandoned syringe, a needle mark in the man’s arm. A bruise begins to blossom on his neck, the ugly shade of purple dark against the silvery beard.

Connor grits his teeth, a half contained, “Shit,” escaping him. He radios in to the precinct.

Code 243, 11-41. Officer down.

A frustrated howl rips through the air, the ring of a gunshot piercing. “Where the fuck are you?!”

11-99. 1083 Wilson Avenue. Repeat: 11-99.

Ducking away from the unconscious officer, Connor finds the suspect standing in the spotlight of the broken roof, his eyes darting frantically. Given the levels of chemicals in the man’s system, Connor estimates Hank will wake up in two minutes and forty seven seconds. The android is several paces away before speaking.

“Chris-“ the suspect’s eyes find a spot in the darkness, gun pointed at the yellow — now red — ring of light “-put the gun down.”

“I could- I could kill you! Right now!”

The light touches Connor’s skin, and Walsh jumps. The shadows peel back with every slow step. “No,” the android says flatly, “you can’t.”

“I’m the one with a gun!” Connor nods, not furthering his agreement.  The suspect’s hand shakes, a tremor wracking his entire being. “There’s laws! Androids they-“ a shake of his head “-they can’t have weapons!”

“You’re right.” Hesitation. A smooth step closer. “There are laws. Plenty of which you’ve broken.”

Walsh bares his teeth. Knuckles pale against the black steel, he adjusts his grip, uncomfortable with its weight. Connor begins to circle him. Walsh turns in his place, frantic eyes never leaving the android.

Connor, as calm as he is efficient, watches the suspect, easily filing away every flaw. He’s dissecting him from five yards away. The bandage haphazardly wrapped around his bicep, the bloodstain dark, is most noticeable. Chris is ramabling by now — a desperate attempt at  justifying his actions.

“I’m- I’m sorry, okay? I never wanted- he owed me!” His pleas go unheard. “I didn’t have- have a choice!”

Estimated time of awakening for Lt. Anderson: fifty three seconds.

Reinforcements estimated time of arrival: three minutes and fourteen seconds.

Attack: 86% chance of success

Without further thought, Connor lunges forward. The gun goes off, missing it’s mark by inches and with a dramatic clatter, it skids across the floor. Programming takes over his movements; a dog, trained to be unforgivingly vicious. And Chris – poor, poor Chris – was the cat.

A whir of mechanisms within the android urge his movements, ducking beneath a wid swing. In turn, a knee is brought to the fugitive’s stomach, folding him over with a grunt of pain. Locking his jaw, a determined look settles on his face. He wraps his arms around Connor, lifting him off the ground and tackling him into a nearby shelving unit.

The pressure on his biocomponents is unwelcome and earns a groan. Walsh takes hold of the android’s shoulders, spinning him, and driving his head into the corner of the shelf. Blue blood easily spills. Before another blow can befall him, Connor braces himself, pushing back against Walsh’s hold. But he still has his momentum and slams his own nose into the android’s elbow.

He cradles his now broken nose, blood quickly flowing between his fingers. Connor turns. LED still a blaring red, thirium drips from his left brow, the liquid following the shape of his eye socket before rolling over his cheekbone and dripping off his jaw. If he needed to breathe, his chest would be heaving. He makes no effort to fix his crumpled (and now stained) shirt nor straighten his tie. Disheveled but nowhere near distraught, he suddenly fits his surroundings.

Incoming call: Detective Y/L/N.

He answers, hesitating when he hears a hushed yet frantic, “Connor?!”

“Detective?” His mouth doesn’t move, but his voice rings through all the same. You let out a choked breath. “I thought you-“

“I need your help,” you cut him off.

He can’t see you flinch at the pounding of the door, but he can hear the fear in your voice. Hank, from the other side of the room, groans.

“Now may not be the best time, Detective.”

His answer is cold, but Walsh is eyes the door behind him, feet shifting.

“Please! Please!” A fleeting thought occurs to him that’s he’s never seen, let alone heard, you cry. “Two guys broke in, Con. They’re twice-“ your voice cracks “-twice my size and I don’t think I can hold them off.”

Sirens close in around the building. Had the call not been directly wired into his head, he would’ve missed the way your voice died at the end. Walsh’s finger wrap deftly around an iron rod. Raising it above his head, he takes a swing which Connor narrowly misses.

“What is it they want?”

“I don’t know!” Venom taints your tone. “Lemme ask em real quick!”

Chris recovers, bringing the rod over Connor’s throat, forcing him to bend backwards if only slightly.

“Think, Y/N.” The android brings his elbow to the man’s rib cage, but his grip is firm. “How do you get out of this?”

There’s true terror in your voice now. “I don’t know! Connor, please! I need-“

You’re cut off by your own yelp, the door finally giving way, splinters flying. Sumo barks wildly. There’s a thud, the scuffle of feet, and the sounds of a fight.

“Detective?”

Now he’s worried. Hell, he’s scared. Flashlights flood the room and Walsh’s head snaps to the source. Panicking, he drops the rod all together, taking off towards the back corner.

“Y/N?!”

He says it out loud this time, but there’s no response. There’s a loud crack within his own head, followed by a sickening thump of something heavy hitting the carpet.

Time slows – no, it feels like it slows. Damn near coming to a halt as the sight of Walsh’s back, his feet carrying him towards freedom. But there’s also the silence that he so desperately wishes would leave him; an ache to hear your laugh, saying it was all a joke. It doesn’t come, and with one of Sumo’s cries cut short, he knows something is terribly wrong.

And yet, he hesitates.

[X] SAVE HER

[O] CHASE SUSPECT

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