At The Beep (Lin-Manuel Miranda x reader)

Summary: A love story told through single sided voicemails.


Mi sol: my sun

Te amare por siempre, mi sol: I love you so much, my sun.

Este es mi último adiós: This is my final goodbye.

Hasta la próxima: Until next time.

Espero verte pronto: I’ll see you soon I hope.

pollito: little chicken (used as term of endearment to call someone cute)

Espero que sueñes conmigo: I hope you dream of me.

Me haces tan feliz: You make me so happy.

chulo: cutie

Tengo que irme, Te veo dentro de poco. Adios! : Gotta go, see you in a bit. Bye!

Mi querido: my dear

Madre: mother

mi hiji: my daughter

familia: family

cariño: sweetie

Eres mi sol: You are my sun

Feliz Navidad: Happy (Merry) Christmas

Hola mi sol: Hello my sun

Hasta pronto te amo: See you soon I love you

Mi amor: my love

Te amo con cada fibra en mi cuerpo.: I love you with every fiber in my body

Buenos días, mi amor: Good morning my love

Despiertate!: Wake up!

Warnings: character death, miscarriage, alcohol, swearing

Word Count: 2,782

Notes: This is my first fic so I got a bit carried away… also, I’m not fluent in Spanish, I don’t know anything about it really. I just thought it would be a cool idea to have the reader and Lin converse in Spanish so I apologize if I have made any mistakes. Please let me know so I can change them! Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Please feel free to message me anytime : )

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Humans are weird: The Abandoned Base

*Quick note before I start: This is the 3rd installment in a series I’ve called the Lost Colonies which is largely about human society adapting to the strange environments of other worlds. You can read the other installments here: 1, 2, 4, 5, 6, 7. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed writing this series, but with my new work schedule I had to bring it to a close. If you’ve enjoyed this story follow me on here for my other writings. Thanks again to everyone who has reblogged, liked, replied, DMed, or otherwise shown their appreciation for this series. It means a lot to me that people enjoyed it and the love you’ve all shown me has really helped keep me going for these last few months.*

A bead of sweat dripped down Kiara’s forehead as she hauled the last of the containers of equipment into a weathered shed. Even though the gravity on Steadfast was lighter than her homeworld it had still been a long day of preparations for what the colonists called “The Tides” and her back was aching. It felt good, reminded her of her childhood. It had been a long time since her days scouting beyond the Thaw and though she loved exploring the universe and finding hidden pockets of humanity it wasn’t often that she had a good reason to get her hands dirty.

Kiara looked around for the colonist she was helping and found her tying large heavy knots to some sturdy looking rings sunk deep in the ground around the house. “Jun! I finished loading the crates. What’s next?” A moment later the device on Kiara’s hip perked up and translated Galactic Basic into the old Earth dialect that these colonists still spoke. It was supposedly a form of pre-unification Mandarin, albeit with several hundred years of taxonomical drift.

“Did you remember to tie them down spacer?” The elderly woman asked as she went back to her knots. “Yes I did. Everything’s stowed properly for the Tide.” Jun simply grunted and Kiara was sure that she would find an excuse to check on her work before the day was done. “Well trace the cables on the house to the anchors in the fields, just make sure I got them all secured.”

Kiara shrugged and took off a jog around the edges of the complex. There were 8 lines attached to winches built into the porch surrounding the circular house. The whole effect would have looked like spokes on a bike wheel from above. Sure enough as she reached each anchor Kiara found the knots tied so well she couldn’t have tightened them if she wanted to. Kiara finished the 2 kilometer jog back at where Jun had been previously only to see her double checking Kiara’s work in the shed. “Good work spacer. You’re done here, go check on Hai and see if he needs any help in the kitchen.”

Kiara smiled to herself and took off to the house to find Jun’s husband. Kiara found him stirring a large stockpot in the kitchen with a basket of freshly baked rolls on the table. Hai was friendlier than Jun but rarely spoke at all. “Greetings Hai, Jun sent me in to see if you needed help.” Hai simply kept stirring as the translator worked. “No, you can rest if you’d like. Help yourself to some bread.” Kiara picked up a roll and spent a long moment simply smelling the heady aroma of yeast and herbs. That was one of the major perks of a primarily agricultural world like this one: wheat meant bread.

Jun came in from the field carrying one of the black, meter tall, egg shaped stones that dotted the hillside to the East and Hai gave her an affectionate peck on the cheek. It was the only time Kiara had seen her blush. Jun set the egg down on the table and grabbed a large, flat tool from near the sink. Sliding the sharpened edge of the tool into a crack in the side of the stone Jun twisted and the stone split open along the perimeter to reveal that it was in fact a large mollusk. As Hai went to work transforming the near meter of mollusk into some wonderful smelling soup Jun washed her hands and sat down at the table across from Kiara.

“So, you said you wanted to interview me spacer?” Kiara straightened up, set the translator on the table, pulled her datapad out of her bag and hurriedly swallowed the last of her roll. “Yes, sorry, let’s start over. I’m Kiara Williams and I’m a special liaison for the Galactic Republic. We’ve been traveling the galaxy learning more about the human colonies and outposts that were lost when EarthGov fell. We’ve made it our goal to re-establish contact with as many of them as we can and to find ways to reintegrate them into galactic society if they wish to rejoin us or to simply learn more about them if they don’t wish to rejoin.”

Jun picked up a roll and thoughtfully chewed as she listened to the translator. Kiara continued. “We understand that this planet is a former EarthGov military outpost that was kept off of most official records. I just want to assure you that we’re not here because of the military, I just want to learn more about you and your culture.” Jun gave a short laugh as she heard that. “Well if you did want the military then you came a few hundred years too late. When the war was over they left us here to rot. That was a long time ago sure, but your ancestors being slaves that got thrown away isn’t exactly something you forget.”

Kiara decided that telling Jun that there was never a war, that EarthGov simply fell apart from the inside was a talk that could wait for another day. “I know how hard that is. I’ve been doing this for a long time and I’ve come across a number of similar stories of EarthGov’s crimes. I came from a lost colony myself. We can talk later about what, if anything the galactic council can do for you, but first I’d like to learn a bit more about your culture if that’s OK?”

Jun nodded as Hai slid a bowls of soup in front of the women before sitting down himself. “Well let’s start with the obvious questions. We’re several kilometers in land but the hills are covered in giant mollusks and your home is apparently built to float, exactly how does that work?” Jun laughed into her soup. “I thought spacers were supposed to know everything about science. It’s the moons, we’ve got 3 of them and they have enough mass to make the tides a bit bigger than you’ve probably seen, especially when they align like they’re doing right now. Only happens a few times a year but when it does it can get this old place up over those hills if we don’t anchor it in place. When they don’t align we usually don’t get tides high enough to even reach us.”

Kiara gratefully sopped up the last of her meal with a third roll “I saw some houses out closer to the shore on my way in. Are they temporary? Where do the rest of the colonists live?” Jun sat back with a cold glass of some brown liquor as Hai kissed her on the cheek again before going out to the porch. “We call the people on the shore ‘Drifters’ because they just let their houses drift along with the tides when they roll in and steer them as needed. Sometimes they get swept out to sea but they usually keep a kayak or 2 to tow them back into shore if they need to. Decent folk, sometimes we hire them to help with the harvest if the blackshells, mollusks as you called them, get a good meal from the tide. We usually sell most of the harvest to high grounders who live further in land and up mountains where even the big tides can’t reach.”

“Exactly how high can the big tides go?” Jun got up from her chair and led Kiara to the porch. Somehow the tide had come in over dinner without her even noticing. In the fading light of dusk Kiara could see the tops of the hills nearly a hundred meters under water. “We must be 500 meters up!” “It’ll get up to 700 before the night is out.” Hai tightened a winch nearby pulling the shed which was floating nearby a little closer to the main house before sitting on a swinging bench chair to watch the sunset. Jun joined Hai on the bench and guestured to Kiara to take a nearby seat.

“So you’ve asked your questions spacer, and I don’t care much about your republic. I’ve been on this planet all my life and I don’t intend to leave. You’ll probably find some Drifters looking for places to drift and there’s probably some high grounders who’d be interested in leaving too, but not me or my Hai. What about you though? What’s your plan?”

“I’m not exactly sure what you mean Jun. I’m just doing my job and trying to learn about people who got lost out in the stars.” Jun shifted in her seat and leaned back into Hai “Well I’m not lost spacer, I know where I’m at even if where I’m at drifts from time to time. Do you have a home out there in the stars? How about someone to come home to?”

Kiara shook her head. “I spend most of my time travelling the stars, the closest I have to a home is my ship, but that’s really all I need.” Jun and Hai shared a look. “Just because you drift doesn’t mean you can’t find someone to drift with you, or someone you can always drift back to. That’s how I met my Hai after all.” Kiara smiled at the thought and got up from her chair to go back in the house leaving Hai and Jun to watch the sunset in peace.

Kiara opened up her commlink back to her ship in orbit and opened a channel to one of her contacts on the galactic council. A familiar Turic face filled her screen. “Ah Kiara, it’s nice to hear from you. Is everything is going well on MX-103?” “Yes Kit’cha, everything’s fine, this interview just took longer than expected but I should be back at the station in a few standard cycles.” “That is good to hear Kiara, I’m sure Corporal Jett will be glad to hear -” “JEANNE MADE CORPORAL!?” Kit’cha’s face fell slightly “I forgot we were keeping that a surprise.”

Kiara laughed to herself and took a deep breath. “Say, Kit’cha, I was wondering…” Kiara grinned fighting down an unfamiliar nervousness in the pit of her stomach. “when I get back, would you like to get some dinner? Just the two of us?” Kit’cha seemed caught off guard at first. “I’ve learned a lot about humans since I was assigned to the lost colony division 12 sols ago and I’ve learned a lot about their customs. Correct me if I’m wrong, but given the context would this be what humans call a ‘date’?” Kiara didn’t say anything but simply nodded, feeling her cheeks flush with color. “I would greatly enjoy that Kiara Williams.”

The ages of the Smite community (thus far)

At 31 is @blog-of-tahuti

At 28 is @lotus-cr0wnd

At 25 is @ragnarokndroll 

At 24 is @tusky-attack and @skadi-two-hottie

At 23 is @full-attackspeed-fafnir , @warm-summer-storm and @youre-a-monster-scylla

At 22 is @take-this-jungle-buff

At 21 is @72-transformations and @00-jackielantern-00

At 20 is @sobek-support@susano-oh-no and @iaintlionaround

At 19 is @captain-prime and @ares-erastis

At 18 is @bumbas-askand @nu-washing-machine 

At 17 is @neith-is-bae , @nu-way-in-hel , @fenrir-son-of-loki and @smites-pussy

At 16 is @pit-man700 and @comradeathena 

At 15 is @kaldrbestgod and @the-smite-teacher , @sol-lessmachine

At 12 is @wheel-of-time

Sol 6 part 12

Chris Beck x Reader

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11

Summary: You’re part of the Ares III crew, on sol 6 you’re left behind on Mars with Mark. How will the both of you survive and will Beck ever realise your feelings for him.

Tagged: @thedark-sideofthedark,  @blueblobb, @breathingstops, @all-fandom-feels, @timelordsandgalaxydefenders, @kriscassothegalaxyking, @aj-callaghan, @marzipan-romanoff, @sebbysweaters, @wydari, @i-less-than-three-you, @smol-flower-kiddo, @marvelandgameofthrones

Originally posted by barnesjames

There was a pain in your chest and you felt like you couldn’t breathe, the pain forced you away from the darkness and you peeled open your eyes slowly to see where you were. Above you you could see the stars then red then stars again. As you regained your senses you realised it was the MAV spinning around, the motion made you feel sick and dizzy.

“Oh great I’ll wave at you guys as I go by,” you heard a voice say, Mark’s you realised. It sounded like you were under water but very slowly you regained your hearing too.


“Y/N?” Mark tried to turn his head to look at you.

“Y/N do you copy?” this time it was Lewis.

“Yes, I copy,” you said, your voice hoarse. “What’s this about us waving?” you asked.

“The Hermes is too far from the MAV to catch you,” you heard Beck.

“Beck?” you breathed, your emotions began to overwhelm you. It had been over a year and a half since you had heard his voice and it still made your spine shiver, it reminded you of sol 6 when you had been collecting samples.

“Yeah, it’s me.”

You bit your lip to stop from crying and closed your eyes for a moment with a small smile. Your eyes snapped open, “Wait, how far off?”

“68 kilometers.”

“Holy shit,” you breathed, so maybe this wasn’t a happy ever after after all.

“Commander Lewis,” Mark piped up, “We could find something sharp in here to puncture a hole in our suits and use the escaping air as a propulsion up to the Hermes.”

While that thought terrified you, you knew it would be better than watching the Hermes fly by. “I’m up for that,” you agreed.

“No,” Lewis shot down the idea, “You would have virtually no control over where you go and you would be eye balling it while travelling at high speed. I’m not taking that risk.”

You huffed a little as you tried to think of a way to have a small intercept range and velocity, unfortunately you had never really been good at science except for studying rocks because that didn’t really involve as much maths as chemistry and other ‘real sciences’.

That was when Lewis came up with the plan to blow up the Hermes. Well, part of the Hermes, and use that as a way to decelerate. “Are you guys blowing stuff up without me?” Mark asked and a moment later you saw him floating above you.

“Mark, what are you doing. Put your belt back on,” you scolded him, gripping more tightly at your own belt to make sure it was secure.

Mark continued on as if he hadn’t heard you, “You guys I don’t know, we’re pretty selfish. We want all the memorials to be about us, just us.”

“Yeah, we’re cooler than you guys anyway,” you agreed with Mark, you didn’t want the entire crew to blow themselves up just to try and save the two of you. They were more important, Martinez and Vogel had kids and wives, Lewis was married, Beck and Johanssen had glowing futures ahead of them. You and Mark didn’t have anyone of particular importance back home and it was better just the two of you than the whole team.

Still, Lewis didn’t listen. You listened to the crew intently as they worked out how to build a bomb, and Beck would be jumping around in space outside the Hermes. This, of course, terrified you. If Beck wasn’t inside the Hermes then anything could happen, if he accidently let go he would just float away and no one would be able to help.

“Beck I swear to God, if you let go of the Hermes I’m going to kill you,” you said sternly through the comms.

You heard Beck chuckle, “Noted.”

“I mean it,” you said quietly, “Be careful.” It didn’t ease the worry in your gut that something would go wrong so you decided to focus on the voices of the rest of the crew whilst they made a bomb to set off in one of the airlocks.

Their plan worked and the intercept velocity was reduced, whilst they had been making the bomb Martinez had accelerated the Hermes to close the intercept range. Unfortunately, you and Mark would still be 32 meters too far.

It was time to go out and get you, Beck was strapped into the chair and connected to the tether. “Visual on the MAV,” he reported. It was the moment of truth, he pushed off from the Hermes and floated out to you.

He used to controls to steer in the direction of you when suddenly he was jolted as the tether reached it’s maximum length. He tried to go further but couldn’t, “They’re still too far,” his voice wavered.

You gulped when you heard that, you unbuckled your belt and floated up to the gap in the ship next to Mark, you gripped the MAV tightly so that you wouldn’t float off. You could see Beck not that far from you.

“I’m gonna cut the tether,” Beck said determined.

“No,” you countered quickly, “We’ll come to you.” You swallowed your fear down and faced Mark, “Let’s be Iron Man.”

Mark locked eyes with you for a second then nodded, he got a pair of pliers ready to puncture his suit. “We’ll use the force from each other to try and stay straight,” he said.

You nodded, “Let’s do this.” Mark pierced his suit first and flew back at the sudden release in atmosphere, he had let go of the pliers which were now floating next to you. With a deep breath you punctured your own suit, sending you flying back and crashing into Mark.

With a little bit of difficulty you managed to press your fingers down over your palm to seal the breach. You and Mark pushed up to the top of the MAV and gripped tightly to each other, you looked at each other once more then released your fingers.

Quicker than you had thought you and Mark flew through space, admittedly it was a lot harder to control than you thought but you soon got the hang of it. When Mark released his fingers so did you to counteract the pressure, in doing so you were able to go in the right direction but you were still all over the place.

You were close now, Beck was only a few meters away. You both reached out a hand, they just barely touched then you were flying past him. Luckily Mark was able to grab a hold of the red tether, not so luckily- you didn’t.

You kept going and you panicked, flailing around a little. For once your complete incoordination worked in your favour. You had accidently released your fingers from the seal which pushed you towards them and the tether tangled around your leg.

Letting out a small grunt as the tether tightened uncomfortably around your leg you curled up on yourself to grab a hold of it with your hands. With your hand securely around the tether you wrapped it around your arms and held on tighter than you ever had in your life.

At the end of the rope Mark and Chris had begun spinning and tangling in rope, they were headed straight towards you. As they spun closer and closer you braced yourself, with one more spin Chris in the chair crashed into and winded you.

Beck reached out an arm and gripped you tightly and pulled you close to him. A few moments later Mark was close enough for him to grab as well. “Hey handsome,” Mark laughed when he saw Beck and their helmets clunked together.

Seeing Chris again after a solid year and a half was indescribable, your heart soared and all those feeling you had came back and hit you full force. Vogel was reeling you back in and the rest of the team were on the other side of the airlock waiting for you.

You were back on the Hermes, this was real and you weren’t going to die on Mars. Your ribs killed and so did everything else in your body but you were too happy to care right now. The airlock door closed and everyone came rushing in to see you. You and Mark took off your helmets, sure you smelled bad but nobody could care at that moment.

In the commotion of hugs and tears you didn’t even really get to see Beck, he was there but he hung back. Thing was, during the rescue Beck had come to the realisation that he never wanted any harm to come to you, that he couldn’t live without you. When he had missed you it was the most scared he had ever been, it was out there that he realised that he loved you as more than just his best friend. Now he was terrified that you wouldn’t return his feelings.

Though he had to see you eventually, he was the flight surgeon and he needed to do medical checks on you and Mark fairly soon to see just how bad the damage was. Eventually the team backed off and he was able to intervene, he told you and Mark to go limp so he could pull you through to the med bay.

Beck was being distant which sparked an unpleasant feeling within you, had he realised over the past year and a half that he didn’t like you all that much? Did he somehow figure out that you had a crush on him and was now being distant because he didn’t know how to let you down easy?

You lay down on the med bay, the one that you usually sat on whilst you were waiting for Beck to go to dinner. Mark was on the other side of the room and he was being examined first, Chris bandaged his ribs and documented how malnourished he was. You didn’t really pay attention to it, you faced the side and looked out the window as you passed round Mars and watched it slowly disappear further out of sight.

Mark went out for a shower and Chris came over to you, “Hey Beckster,” you smiled up at him weakly.

Beck smiled down at you, “I told you not to call me that,” he laughed.

“Stop being so bossy,” you retorted, he helped you sit up and you winced as it jostled your broken ribs.

You had to take off your space suit, Chris helped you strip down to just your underwear. It wasn’t as if you were embarrassed at being half naked in front of him, he had done medical inspections on you before, what embarrassed you was the sight of your body so withered and dirty. Your ribs stuck out prominently and you could see bruising all over where your ribs and collarbone had cracked.

Chris carefully wrapped your chest up and checked out the old wound on your leg, he gave you a few pills to swallow which you did before he could even give you water. You flicked your eyes up to meet his blue ones staring intently at you.

Then something happened that you never expected to. Beck surged forward and planted a kiss on your lips, your eyes went wide and for a moment you didn’t even process what was going on, then you kissed him back.

Beck pulled back after a moment, “Sorry,” he mumbled, looking at the ground.

“What for?” you asked boldly, “For leaving me on Mars or kissing me?”

He stumbled over his words a little, “Both,” he settled on.

You shook your head a little, “Don’t be,” you whispered and pulled him back to you to kiss him. You felt him smile against your lips, he stepped forward and wound his arms delicately around your waist and you raised your arms to tangle your fingers in his hair.

After a minute you pulled back for air and you rested your foreheads against each other. “Took you long enough,” you breathed, “I’ve wanted you to do that for years.” Beck laughed softly and kissed you again.



A/N- Thanks to everyone who sent me get well messages I love you all loads. So here we are, the final part. Have you all enjoyed it? Let me know! Requests are open

Monthly Playlist - June 2017

Listen on Youtube

1. Reni Jusis - Peace & Love

2. Moonchild - Cure (Instrumental)

3. Maria Usbeck - Lapislazul

4. Nosaj Thing - Light #2

5. Ellen Allien - Alles Sehan

6. Lemongrass - Cafe De Paris

7. Justyna Steczkowska - Dziewvzyna Szamana

8. Ellen Allien - Sehnsucht

9. Cyndi Lauper - One Track Mind

10. Beth Ditto - In And Out

11. Marcos Valle - Fogo Do Sol

12. Moonchild - Run Away

13. 2plus1 - Ocale Cie

14. Riva & Dannii Minogue - Who Do You Love Now

Pase y deje su ASK por favor.
  • 1. Como te llamas?
  • 2. Canción favorita.
  • 3. Película que no puedes dejar de ver.
  • 4. URL de tu Tumblr Crush.
  • 5. Edad del primer beso.
  • 6. Que es lo último que piensas antes de ir a dormir.
  • 7. Aspiraciones.
  • 8. Virgen?.
  • 9. Como te sientes?.
  • 10. Te gusta alguien?.
  • 11. Lluvia o sol?.
  • 12. Libro o película?.
  • 13. Sueñas?.
  • 14. Cuál es el último sueño que tuviste?.
  • 15. Libro favorito.
  • 16. Serie favorita.
  • 17. Describete en una frase.
  • 18. Que película describe tu vida sexual?.
  • 19. Banda favorita.
  • 20. Que te gustaría decirle a esa persona con la que sol´´ias hablar?.
  • 21. Pequeño o grande?
  • 22. Color de ojos.
  • 23. Que no te deja dormir?.
  • 24. Llegaste a mojar la cama?.
  • 25. Hasta que edad tomaste biberon?.
  • 26. Que querías ser cuando estabas pequeño?.
  • 27. Fantasía sexual.
  • 28. Con la luz encendida o apagada?.
  • 29. Arriba o abajo?.
  • 30. Con o sin pijama?.
Curiosity self-portrait at ‘Windjana’ drilling site

NASA’s Curiosity Mars rover used the camera at the end of its arm in April and May 2014 to take dozens of component images combined into this self-portrait where the rover drilled into a sandstone target called “Windjana.” The camera is the Mars Hand Lens Imager (MAHLI), which previously recorded portraits of Curiosity at two other important sites during the mission.

Winjana is within a science waypoint site called “The Kimberley,” where sandstone layers with different degrees of resistance to wind erosion are exposed close together.

The view does not include the rover’s arm.  It does include the hole in Windjana produced by the hammering drill on Curiosity’s arm collecting a sample of rock powder from the interior of the rock.  The hole is surrounded by grayish cuttings on top of the rock ledge to the left of the rover.  The Mast Camera (Mastcam) atop the rover’s remote sensing mast is pointed at the drill hole. 

Most of the component frames of this mosaic view were taken during the 613th Martian day, or sol, of Curiosity’s work on Mars (April 27, 2014).  Frames showing Windjana after completion of the drilling were taken on Sol 627 (May 12, 2014).  The hole was drilled on Sol 621 (May 5, 2014).

Image credit: NASA/JPL-Caltech/MSSS

Sol alt köşesinde oturduğunuz 12 kişilik dikdörtgen bir masada, o kadar alakasız insan arasında konuşmak istediğiniz tek kişi sağ üst tarafta oturuyor olur.