she says she wants to be a pilot and his voice gets husky

Chapter 5 of Home and a Half is up!

FINALLY. Oh god I’m so sorry. OTL

Go read it HERE.

But while you’re here-here, have a mini deleted scene(!!), under the cut! (It’s nothing really special, I just couldn’t fit it into the chapter like I originally had planned and thou shalt not erase 700 words my child~)

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TITLE: Fear and Other Related Emotions


AUTHOR: latent-thoughts

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine meeting Loki to interrogate him while he is incarcerated in the Helicarrier glass enclosure. He initially tries to scare you away but then becomes interested in you as you keep talking to him.


NOTES/WARNINGS: Warning for sexual situations, slightly dubious consent and violence (combat/fighting/interrogations).

This chapter picks up after the events of Thor: The Dark World and just before The Avengers: Age of Ultron. The events have remained canon so far, but it will turn AU soon.

(A year later)

Reva was listening to her client as she explained her recurring nightmares to her. It was only their second session and there was much to learn about her still. So far, she had come to know that the poor woman’s nightmares featured a pack of feral dogs chasing her into the darkness.

Involuntarily, Reva compared them to her own. Hers featured a feral space Viking. The nightmares showed him as angry and spiteful, wicked and seductive, cunning and calculating, all at the same time. Sometimes she was being murdered, and sometimes, seduced. She always woke up in panic, with sweat running down her back.

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“Blame” Bucky Barnes - Part 1

A/N my first fic so I hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think and part 2 will be coming soon

You walked into the building. A grin shone on your face as you saw Sam, who was accompanied by a broad blonde male.

Sam had just finished asking him a question, “What makes you happy?”

“I don’t know” the blonde man replied.

You knew exactly who it was. As an ex-army Sargent, this man was no mystery to you. You walked up to Sam and gave him a sideways hug. He was your best friend and partner in crime after all.

“Hey Sammy, how was the meeting?” you smile up at him and he groans at your nickname for him. He hates it.

“It went well, actually. Seems like a lot of people are making a lot of progress.” Ever since Sam and you retired from the army, you have both taken a step towards making veterans of war feel safer post deployment. Sam took a group class where people were able to open up about experiences and learn that they were not alone. You, however, took a more personal approach. Before joining the army you got a Masters in Psychology, which you now use for counseling those who have deeper and harder post-traumatic stress issues.

“Oh and (Y/N) this is-“

“Steve Rodgers,” the blonde man cut in, holding out his hand. You smiled and shook it.

“Nice to meet you Captain,” you said smiling. He nodded his head graciously as your arms both returned to their sides.  

“(Y/N) was deployed to Afghanistan too. We were both paratroopers”

“The unstoppable duo, we were.” You said. Steve looked at you surprised. Most people did when you mentioned you were in the army. People believed that you were to small and innocent to defend yourself and saw you as a brains kinda person more than a muscles one. Which was true, you did prefer to use your intelligence to navigate situations, but you weren’t afraid to gun down enemies and pack a punch (which could very easily knock out your average sized guy). Sam never thought this about you, he always believed that you were the stronger of the two, but of course you thought that he was the most incredible person in the world. Your friendship ran deep, so deep you may as well be siblings. Steve realized the face he had made and opened his mouth to apologise, but before he could get the words out you silenced him by raising a hand.

“Don’t,” you said, “you’re not the first one to have that reaction. It’s fine really, I know what I can do, as long as I know my limits, it’s fine with me.”

At this statement Steve began to laugh.

“What?” you questioned, becoming slightly offended. He stopped laughing, noticing your edginess, he shook his head as he said,

“Oh nothing, you just remind me of someone,” his eyes showing hidden sadness. He excused himself from the conversation, saying he has somewhere to be and stalked off. You turned to Sam with a slightly confused look. When you met his face he was smiling.

“What now?” you huffed.

“It’s 12:15!”


“That means it’s Gilmore Girls time, it starts in 15 minutes!” you rolled your eyes at him. “I’ll run to the store and get some snacks, you go home, get the beer, set up the TV and I’ll see you there in 10 minutes?” he said walking away. You laughed, nodding. You exited the building muttering about whether or not you and Sam had accidently pulled a freaky Friday and that he was actually the girl.


You woke up early that morning. When you walked past his room, Sam wasn’t around so you had figured he had gone for a run. You made your way to the kitchen and began making breakfast. You sat down on the couch, the sound of bacon crackling in the background as Sam came home. You turned to greet him and saw that he was drinking straight from the juice bottle. Just as you were about to scold him, there was a knock at the door.

“Saved by the bell this time my friend,” you stated, heading towards the front door. As you hoisted up the blinds, there stood Captain America and a redheaded girl, covered in dirt, looking exhausted. You opened the door, looking at them in shock.

“I’m sorry about this. We need a place to lay low..”

“Everyone we know is trying to kill us.” The redheaded girl spoke in a husky voice.

“Not everyone,” Sam had appeared behind you, he lead the two into the living room as you stepped out of their way. You closed the door looking outside for any danger. You closed the blinds again for good measure. You led the two upstairs towards the en suite attached to Sam’s room. You gave them some towels and headed back down stairs.

You and Sam cooked breakfast and when it was done you went to fetch the two. You reached the door and all you could hear was hushed whispering. You knocked on the door and they both spun around.

“Sorry for interrupting but we made breakfast,” you smiled at them. Sam spoke form behind you,

“You know, if you guys eat that sort of thing.” You rolled your eyes at him and smacked his arm as you made your way downstairs, the redhead following behind you. When you reached the kitchen you asked her what she wanted to drink. She said water.

“I’m Natasha by the way.”

“(Y/N)” You replied smiling at the mysterious girl, grabbing some cold water from the fridge.

“Thank you for letting me borrow some clothes.”

“It’s no problem. I’m sorry if they’re too big, I was unaware I would ever have to share my clothes with someone who has such a rockin’ body,” you laughed, handing her the glass of water. She laughed too.

Don’t be ridiculous. They’re fine.” Little did you know, Natasha had never really had many girl-fueled conversations like this. She was either in the KGB or mainly surrounded by men at SHEILD, she had never really had any close girl friends. But she thought that maybe you could be an exception. You thought that Natasha wasn’t trustworthy, but you did trust her. You got a particular vibe from her that you didn’t know how to describe. But you definitely liked her. Sam and Steve finally made their way down stairs. You smiled at them as they grabbed their plates from the bench, asking them what they would like to drink. They both replied that anything was fine so you got two glasses out ready to fill them with juice. As you were preparing them their drinks Natasha leaned over to you.

“So are you and Sam…” she trailed off, looking between the two of you.

“Huh? Oh! No, no no!” you said finally getting what she was hinting at. She thought you two were together. Many people thought you two were together and to be completely honest, it did look a lot like it. You lived together, were always together, always hanging off one another, but you thought of him as brother. You both thought that you had been through too much together during your Afghanistan tours to ruin it with a relationship.


“Don’t be, you’re not the first,” you exaggerated your tone of voice making her laugh. You joined the boys at the dining table.

“So, the question is, who at S.H.I.E.L.D. could launch a domestic missile strike?” Natasha asked. The realization hit Steve.

“Pierce,” he said solemnly

“Who happens to be sitting on top of the most secure building in the world.”

“It’s always the way,” you added sarcastically, shoving some bacon into your mouth.

“But he’s not working alone. Zola’s algorithm was on the Lemurian Star.”

“So was Jasper Sitwell.”

Steve sighed, “So, the real question is, how do the two most wanted people in Washington kidnap a S.H.I.E.L.D. officer in broad daylight?” You and Sam made eye contact across the room. You nodded at him and he reached into the top drawer, pulling out a file.

“The answer is you don’t,” you said as Sam placed the file in front the two.

“What’s this?” Steve questioned, examining the file.

“Call it a resume”

“Is this Bakhmala? The Khalid Khandil mission, that was you?” Nat pointed between you and Sam, “You didn’t say they were Pararescue.” She passed the file to back o Steve.

“Is this Riley?” Steve said, eyes growing sympathetic.

“Yeah,” you answered. Riley may have been Sam’s main partner but he was still a good friend of yours. You were honored to have taken his place after he was gunned down. You and Sam were the only two left of the division.

“I heard they couldn’t bring in the choppers because of the RPGs. What did you use? A stealth chute?” Natasha asked. You shook her head at her


“These,” Sam said handing them the EXO-7 FALCON file.

“I thought you said you were pilots,” Steve asked.

“I never said pilot,” Sam chuckled.

“I can’t ask you two to do this. You got out for good reasons.”

“Dude, Captain America needs our help.” Sam said.

“Ain’t no better reason to get back in,” you smirked at him.

“Where can we get our hands on one of these things?” Steve asked.

“The last two are at Fort Meade. Behind three guarded gates and a 12-inch steel wall.” You said looking at them desperately.

Steve and Natasha turned to each other and shrugged.

“Shouldn’t be a problem.”


You grab the falling figure’s right arm as Sam grabbed their left. We accelerated up, throwing the man back on the roof next to Natasha and Steve who I could hear talking about girls. Honestly those two. Sam and I landed on the roof, closing our packs.

“Zola’s algorithm is a program for choosing insight’s targets.” Sitwell blurted.

“What targets?”

“A TV anchor in Cairo, the Under Secretary of Defence, a high school Valedictorian in Iowa City, Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange, anyone who’s a threat to HYDRA. Now, or in the future,” he said.

“The future? How would it know?” You asked, baffled by even the thought. The man laughed,

“How could it not. The 21st century is a digital book. Zola taught HYDRA how to read it.” After no response from the group he continued, “Your bank records, medical histories, voting patterns, emails, phone calls, your damn SAT scores!” This was not good. “Zola’s algorithm evaluates people’s past to predict their future.”

“And what then?” Steve asked.

“Oh my god. Pierce is gonna kill me.” The man trembled.

“Honey, that’s the least of your problems now.” You whispered

“What then?” Steve pressed. Sam aggressively grabbed the man’s suit, forcing him to answer.

“Then the Insight helicarriers scratch people off the list. A few million at a time.”

Alliance, Ch. 7 - Cassian Andor x Reader

Pairing: Cassian Andor x Reader/OC, hints of Poe Dameron x Reader/OC, Slowburn

Summary: At the General’s will, a begrudging intelligence officer is paired off with a seemingly inexperienced Resistance pilot on a reconnaissance mission.

Ch. 1 - Ch. 2 - Ch. 3 - Ch. 4 - Ch. 5 - Ch. 6

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[Reader Replacement Key: “Moira” - Your first name]

The burning had quickly turned into a chilling cold. It cut through her skin and penetrated her bones with a repugnant dampness she could not escape. Moira’s torso was soaked with blood, the heavy liquid seeping out around the gloved fingers as she pressed forcefully into the wound. She was losing precious drops with every step forward in Cassian’s arms.

My father, he was… a doctor,” she had told him. “His office… there’s still med supplies in it.”

It had been all he needed to hear before scooping her up and taking off back towards the compound - towards her childhood home. She could tell he was moving as fast as he could but the pain was substantial and made every moment drag.

“You’re a kriffing idiot,” he huffed, rounding a bend of trees. “You know that? Why did you do that? Why?”

She knew he was not searching for a response; that he was just venting his own frustrations with the situation, but she did not care. “I’ve never been – been shot before. Now I can… check it off… the list.”

Moira saw him flash a look down at her in the darkness, though she could not say whether it was out of incredulity or irritation.

“We’re almost there,” he told her, tone just as resolute. “Hold on.”

“The frequencies,” she breathed. “You should make sure… Kaytoo is – is getting them.”

He made a noise that very nearly sounded like laughter if not irater. “You don’t get shot and then start giving orders,” he murmured through his teeth. “That’s not how it works, Lieutenant.”

She wanted to respond but found her energy for such things quickly depleting. She settled for a thin smile. Her eyelids were heavy as she rested her head against Cassian’s arm. Darkness was very nearly on her when she was shaken back awake.

“Hey, Moira, stay with me. We’re here, okay? We’re here,” his voice was husky and apprehensive. She felt herself dip in his arms as he moved to type in the security code. And for at least a few moments, the sudden brightness of her home was jarring enough to keep her eyes open.

“Where?” Cassian demanded.

“Off my parents… room,” she pointed weakly ahead of them. “In – in the back.”

Cassian made off in that direction, pounding the opening mechanism with his elbow, lights switching on as they entered. The bedroom was less meticulous than the other rooms he had seen, but still had the edge of perfect preservation. Carefully, he set Moira down on the right side of the master bed. His eyes scanned the three additional doorways in the bedroom before following her gaze to the one closest to him.

“There… should be bacta patches… and Nyex, behind his – the desk,” she muttered.

“Keep putting pressure on it!” Cassian hissed, taking off through the doorway and into her father’s office.

The room was an overwhelming mess. Stacks of datapads and papers and books towered about the small room, each occasionally topped with varying pieces of medical equipment or crumpled notes. It was dark, seemingly only ever lit by a manual light that was too far out of Cassian’s way to bother with. He pushed through the jumble towards the large desk in the corner of the room, flinging open the set of cabinets mounted to the back wall. There were enough medical supplies within it to run a small practice. Cassian focused on what he needed, his eyes quickly finding their way to the familiar items. He grabbed the patches, the pain killer, an antiseptic, and a few other miscellaneous medicines before rushing back to Moira’s side.

She was dreadfully pale but she was still awake. Cassian sat down beside her on the bed, his legs hanging over the side as he looked over her. Moira’s eyes were wide and fearful as she gazed up at him; expression so raw and helpless that it was almost made him feel sick. With a careful acknowledgement, he removed her quivering hands from the wound, examining it for the first time in good light. The dark fabric of her shirt had frayed around it, leaving the wide and searing red area exposed. Thankfully the shot had missed the most sensitive organs, falling just beside her bellybutton. Cassian could only hope that it was not so deep as to unearth her intestinal track. The sudden image of a fellow Resistance spy laying disemboweled on cold steel flashed into his mind and Cassian did his best to suppress the memory. He would feel better once he removed the excess of blood and got a good look.

With adept hands, he took the remaining fabric of her shirt and ripped it open to the wound, rolling up what was left of it just beneath her breasts. He reached quickly for the stack of bacta patches, using the first just to soak up blood from the area – and there was a lot. But as the liquid cleared, he let out a breath. It was shallow.

“It looks mostly superficial,” he murmured, still analyzing the lesion. “Meant to wound, not to kill. I should be able to patch it up.”

There was the smallest, suffocated whimper as he took to it again. His eyes shot up to Moira who seemed near tears and rightfully terrified, blood dripping from her hands as she held them awkwardly before her.

Cassian frowned at the sad site, dropping the supplies to her side for just a moment. “Hey, it’s going to be okay,” he cooed. Cassian effortlessly slipped off the bloodied gloves from her hands and pushed Moira’s arms down to her sides, forcing her to relax. He then reached up towards her face and brushed away the wisps that had fallen into her eyes; his tenderness almost a surprise to him. He continued, moving to slide his hand behind her head, gently intertwining his fingers with her hair and rubbing a few small circles into her temple with his thumb. “It’s going to be okay,” he repeated to her, tone resilient and low like a prayer. “I’m going to take care of you. I owe you that much, don’t I?”

It was a moment before she gave him one of the weakest of smiles he had ever seen. But it was a smile nonetheless.

Cassian allowed himself to be caught up by his desire to comfort her for a moment more before remembering the Nyex. He quickly pulled away and fumbled the hypo-syringe into his hand while grasping one of her bloodied arms in his other. His eyes quickly found the ideal injection site in her prominent vein and Cassian rubbed the antiseptic quickly over spot. The needle was steady in his hand.  

“This should help the pain,” Cassian he told her before slowly injecting the liquid into her system.

“Yeah,” Moira murmured. “I know… what Nyex does.”

Cassian discarded the needle to floor and flickered his eyes back up to her for just a moment. He shook his head before returning to the wound.

Smug as her words were, they made Cassian feel better. If Moira was talking back to him, even just slightly, it had to be a good sign.

After a thorough and deep coat of antiseptic that seemed more painful than the wound itself, he started layering the bacta bandages. Cassian let the blood soak through each layer and absorb the medicine before adding another. It was an intricate process but one that he had seen succeed on other shallow wounds.  At first, blood fully consumed each bandage; then, slowly, it began to ease up.

“Oh… that’s right.”

Cassian looked up from his work to meet eyes with a dazed Moira.

“I just forgot how this stuff makes you feel,” she mumbled, her voice an offset monotone.

As he studied her face more thoroughly, Cassian realized the medicine was hitting her hard. The look of fear and anxiety had been replaced by a far more enigmatic expression. She was staring at him, plump lips just slightly agape, and a certain child-like wonder in her dilated eyes. The all-at-once dose he had given her was by no means dangerous, but it was definitely a lot more potent. It was normally distributed at intervals using an IV, but they had not had the time for that. It seemed Moira would just have to deal with the sudden high; Cassian thought it was probably the best thing to happen to her all day.

He heaved a relieved but exhausted chuckle. “So you’re feeling pretty great just about now, eh?”

She grinned back at him. “Yes, Captain.”

Cassian could not deny that the juxtaposition was peculiar; seeing her so suddenly pleasant after such a panicked couple of minutes was a bit shocking. But it brought a genuine smile to his face nonetheless. “I’m glad.”

“Huh. Three,” she muttered.

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FIC: Recalculating

Pairing: Female Shepard/Garrus Vakarian
Tags: Aimless Fluff, Pining, Pre-Relationship but Feelings Incoming
Word Count: 2400
Summary:  She feels horrible and lost and alone, and the first person from her old life who didn’t turn her away or give her the runaround is Garrus, so she’s latched onto him like…like a puppy who’s been abandoned too many times and finally gets a nice dinner, or something. Nothing more to it than that depressing analogy. Also on AO3. A direct follow-up to Misfire.

Shepard wakes up without a hangover—Garrus, with his lack of excessive cybernetics, is probably not so lucky—and has a whole new set of problems to deal with.

She still feels the weight of his hand on her shoulder, the texture of his skin discernable around the strap of her tank top. It completely fizzled her train of thought, stopping one existential crisis and starting another, one that she’s been pushing down with a rising panic for the last few weeks. Now, though, it appears to have gained enough momentum that she can’t stop it.

She presses her hand to that spot on her shoulder, the heel of her palm digging in just above her collarbone. Her heartbeat climbs, audible, frantic.

At least she can take some comfort in knowing that Cerberus did not put this in her head. She knows two things for sure about Cerberus; the first is that they hate aliens, and the second is that they have no sense of humor. No, this one’s all on her.

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Affair: Kylo Ren Imagine

It was dark and cold. But the coldness seemed almost comforting in a sense. There were thick warm blanket wrapped around her as well as a strong arm pulled over her.

Her eyes slowly opened as they adjusted to the dark room. It wasn’t her room, nor the generals.

Her mind started to fill with the sinful acts from the night before. Her eyes darted down to the tall handsome man next to her, the one who’s just as guilty as her.

Kylo Ren, the Knight of Ren, the commander, the one who she slept with the night before. His dark hair was tousled as spread out as he slept. He looked so peaceful, it was almost hard to believe who he really was. His large frame seemed to take up most of the bed but he still chose to hold her close to him. (Y/n) quickly got out the bed looking for her close. This was a mistake. It was never suppose to happen, she was with Hux.

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High and Flighty

This wasn’t on purpose but I can’t not follow up.  

Part 1

Part 2: Turbulence

Another hour later, everyone else in first class is asleep,most of them snoring lightly.  The inflight movie is still playing on the individual screens on the back of the seat in front of her, some stupid rom-com that’s all cliché and flirtation and she can’t take it.  Hiccup is walking down the aisle from the cockpit and she watches him a little too closely.  

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