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backtothestart02 · 3 years

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My TV & Movie Ships

(more to be added as I think of them)

TV Ships:

Gossip Girl – Chuck/Blair, Dan/Serena, Nate/Vanessa, Carter/Serena, Jenny/Damien, Rufus/Lily, Ivy/Max

One Tree Hill – Nathan/Haley, Lucas/Peyton, Jake/Peyton, Brooke/Julian

The Vampire Diaries – Damon/Elena, Klaus/Caroline, Stefan/Katherine, Damon/Katherine, Jeremy/Vicki, Jeremy/Bonnie, Stefan/Caroline, Matt/Caroline, Elijah/Katherine

The Originals – Elijah/Hayley, Klaus/Cami, Kol/Davina, Hope/Roman

Legacies – Hope/Landon, Raf/Josie, MG/Lizzie

Once Upon a Time – Snow/Charming, Rumple/Belle, Neal/Emma, Philip/Aurora, Robin/Regina

Once Upon a Time in Wonderland – Will/Ana, Alice/Cyrus

Revenge – Daniel/Emily, Charlotte/Declan

The Secret Circle – Adam/Cassie, Nick/Melissa, Faye/Jake, Faye/Lee

Into the Badlands – Ryder/Jade, MK/Tilda

The Shannara Chronicles – Wil/Eretria, Amberle/Lorin, Bandon/Catania

This is Us – Jack/Rebecca, Randall/Beth, Kate/Toby, Kevin/Sophie, Kevin/Sloane, Kevin/Olivia

Single Parents – Will/Angie, Poppy/Douglas

Manifest – Jared/Mich

The Resident – Conrad/Nic

Riverdale – Betty/Jughead, Archie/Veronica

Mayans M.C. – EZ/Emily, Angel/Adelita

American Gods – Shadow/Laura

God Friended Me – Miles/Cara, Rakesh/Jaya

Roswell, New Mexico – Liz/Max, Michael/Maria

The Flash – Barry/Iris, Ronnie/Caitlin, Wally/Jesse, Cisco/Cynthia, Barry/Patty, Zoom/Black Siren

Legends of Tomorrow – Sara/Leonard, Ray/Nora, Nate/Zari 1.0

Supergirl – James/Kara

Constantine – John/Zed

Smallville – Clark/Lana, Chloe/Oliver

7th Heaven – Lucy/Kevin, Simon/Cecilia

Full House – Jesse/Becky

Stranger Things – Nancy/Steve, Mike/Eleven

The White Queen – Edward/Elizabeth, Richard/Anne

Poldark – Ross/Elizabeth

Great Expectations (2011) – Pip/Estella

And Then There Were None – Vera/Philip

Life Unexpected – Lux/Jones, Lux/Sam

Teen Wolf – Scott/Allison, Stiles/Lydia, Scott/Malia, Liam/Hayden

The 100 – Clarke/Finn, Clarke/Bellamy

90210 – Liam/Annie, Liam/Naomi, Dixon/Silver, Navid/Adrianna, Annie/Ethan, Annie/Jasper, Dixon/Ivy, Max/Naomi, Kelly/Ryan, Naomi/Austin, Ivy/Raj, Annie/Riley

Elementary – Sherlock/Joan

Everwood – Ephram/Amy, Bright/Hannah

Friends – Ross/Rachel, Chandler/Monica, Mike/Phoebe

Reign – Mary/Francis, Kenna/Bash, Greer/Leith, Leith/Claude, Greer/James

Law and Order: SVU – Elliot/Olivia

Scrubs – JD/Elliot, Turk/Carla

Pretty Little Liars - Spencer/Toby

Cloak & Dagger - Ty/Tandy, Ty/Evita

Batwoman - Alice/Ocean

iZombie - Liv/Major, Ravi/Payton, Liv/Lowell

Hart of Dixie - Zoe/Wade, Lemon/Lavon, George/Tansy, Lemon/Peter

Still Star-Crossed - Benvolio/Rosaline, Escalus/Rosaline

Gilmore Girls - Rory/Jess

...

Movie Ships:

Star Wars – Anakin/Padme, Han/Leia

Lord of the Rings – Aragorn/Arwen, Faramir/Eowyn, Sam/Rosie

The Hobbit – Legolas/Tauriel

The Day After Tomorrow – Sam/Laura

Sweet Home Alabama – Melanie/Jake

The Wedding Planner – Mary/Steve

Life As We Know It – Holly/Eric

The Lake House – Alex/Kate

The Village – Ivy/Lucius

Spiderman – Peter/Mary Jane

The Notebook – Noah/Allie

The Ring – Noah/Rachel

Titanic – Rose/Jack

Pompeii – Milo/Cassia

Romeo & Juliet (2013) – Romeo/Juliet

Mirror, Mirror – Snow White/Prince Alcott

A Walk to Remember – Jamie/Landon

Chasing Liberty – Anna/Ben, Alan/Cynthia

It – Bill/Beverly

To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before – Peter/Lara Jean

In the Heart of the Sea – Owen/Peggy

The Host – Jared/Melanie, Ian/Wanda

He’s Just Not That Into You – Gigi/Alex

The Longest Ride – Luke/Sophia, Ira/Ruth

A Beautiful Mind – John/Alicia

The Legend of Tarzan – Tarzan/Jane

Pirates of the Caribbean – Will/Elizabeth

Red Riding Hood – Henry/Valerie

Safe Haven – Katie/Alex

The Woman in Black 2 – Eve/Harry

Woman in Gold – Maria/Fritz

Jurassic World - Owen/Claire

Hitch - Hitch/Sara, Albert/Allegra

The Mummy - Rick/Evie

Age of Adaline - Adaline/William

Far From the Madding Crowd - Gabriel/Bathsheba

Everything, Everything - Maddy/Olly

5th Wave - Cassie/Ben

If I Stay - Mia/Adam

Pride & Prejudice & Zombies - Darcy/Elizabeth

Enola Holmes - Enola/Tewkesbury

#about me #tv ships #movie ships #tbc

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lire-casander · 3 years

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hanging on a feeling (holding onto each moment)

[1,543 words] [teen and up audiences] [beta’ed by @meloingly] [title from alive by adelitas way] [carlos reyes, tk strand, gabriel reyes, andrea reyes, owen strand, paul strickland, judd ryder] [all hurt little comfort, hurt tk, gangs, violence, hate crimes, homophobic crimes, hospitals, injuries, coma, bruises, firefam, angst] [written for @911lonestarweek weekend, day 3: found family + “we’ve got your back, no matter what” + hurt/comfort + favorite group scenes] [written for being watched from my bad things happen bingo]

the beeping of the machines ring loud in his ears, louder than the beating of his heart or the voices around him, but they can never quiet the memory of the phone call that's gotten him here, to this hospital room where there's nowhere to hide his pain

carlos knows he’s not alone, but he surely feels like it while surrounded by so many people

hanging on a feeling (holding onto each moment) | on ao3

The beeping of the machines rung loud in his ears, louder than the beating of his heart or the voices around him, but they can never quiet the memory of the phone call that's gotten him here, to this hospital room where there's nowhere to hide his pain.

He'd been waiting on TK to come back from the store, and instead he meets him while TK is on a hospital bed with a broken leg, a sprained wrist, a dislocated shoulder and so many bruises that even his brain has swollen. The doctors can't tell him when TK will wake up — they don't even know if TK will wake up.

Carlos isn’t going to crumble, not here, not now, not when a mental breakdown is the only thing that would keep him away from TK right now. TK who's inexpressive and unresponsive underneath the plain white sheets. He’s been told, in no uncertain terms, that he’s only allowed in the room if he doesn't show any signs of needing medical help himself. It's not that he thinks he should be the one being treated — not when TK is right there — but he’s been warned that he'll be treated for any symptoms of panic attacks outside this room.

He can't afford being away from TK.

His resolve is hanging by a thin thread. But at least he's not alone — even though he knows he'll go through this grief process when — if — TK doesn’t wake up.

"We've got your back, no matter what," Paul states, stepping forward. "You're not alone."

Carlos sniffles but doesn’t say anything. He can't keep his gaze from wandering to the figure on the bed, prone and still and attached to all those machines that are preventing life from escaping through the cracks of the injuries that his body sustained.

"He'll pull through," Judd reassures him. "He's survived a gunshot, a minefield and a kidnapping."

"This isn't just some on-the-job injury!" Carlos finally snaps, turning around so fast that he gets dizzy. "This isn't a scared kid or a planned bombing site or three kidnappers who were more focused on escaping than on anything else! This is a hate attack, this is a beating that has no rhyme or reason!"

He leans forward, his hands gripping the railings on the bed until his knuckles are white. No one touches him — it's as though they sense he isn't ready for that, yet — but no one steps down. Everyone who was already in the bedroom — the whole 126 team, Owen and Gwyn, who's flown from New York as soon as she heard, his own parents — remains in their spots, glued to the ground. He knows there are too many people inside, but he’s also aware that the hospital staff is turning a blind eye on this particular issue.

They're all first responders, after all.

There's a knock on the door. He doesn’t need to look to know that it's Mitchell, coming in after her shift. She's been doubling her time at the precinct, trying to find out who's done this to TK, but so far there's no success. And Carlos is sick of this game — of the questions he can't answer, of the mysteries he can't solve. He's exhausted, and it has little to do with the fact that he hasn't slept properly in four days. It's eating at him from the inside, the guilt and the blame and the shame — the knowledge that it could have been him, that it should have been him, if only he hadn’t been so lazy, if only he hadn’t allowed TK to make a quick run to the store to get some bread for the party they were throwing later that day.

In an ocean of if onlys and what ifs, Carlos is drowning in the dimming hope that keeps fueling him.

TK had been complaining that he felt like someone was following him, that he was being watched, that he felt the prickling in his skin as though he was being subjected to some weird staring match, but whenever he turned around he found no one. He had told Carlos that he wasn't sure he hadn’t been imagining things. Carlos had dismissed it — TK has never been the most reliable narrator — and now he wishes he had. He wishes he'd listened more, he wishes he'd held TK tighter, he wishes he'd prevented TK from exiting their house.

"Carlos," Mitchell whispers, her voice suddenly much closer than what he expected. "Carlos, I—I have news."

He doesn't budge.

"I'd rather tell you outside," Mitchell insists.

"Go on, son," his father urges him. "We'll keep watch."

"I won't get out," he snarls. "I'm not leaving him."

"No seas cabezota," his mother tells him, one hand prying his fingers off the railings. "Te prometo que te aviso si pasa algo."

Carlos sighs but lets go of the railings, following Mitchell outside. He leaves the door ajar, though. He trusts his mother with his life — but his life is currently fighting on a bed. He's got enough bad news to last him a lifetime.

Mitchell begins to speak before he's even paying attention.

"—them, Carlos, we have them," she's saying. "They're a gang, and part of their initiation ritual is to beat up people they target on the streets. One of their leaders is wanted in three different states for hate crimes against people of color."

"But TK is white," he says dumbly, eyes knitted together in confusion. He always thought TK wouldn't have to deal with the hatred that People of Color have endured for generations. Turns out he was wrong, too.

"They targeted him because they saw you two walking around hand in hand," Mitchell explains. "It's a hate crime, it follows no logic, Carlos. Apparently they'd been scouting the neighborhood, looking for victims."

"TK was right," he mutters, more to himself than to Mitchell. "He said he felt like someone was watching him, and I didn't do shit."

"This is not on you, Carlos," Mitchell interrupts his tirade. "This is on those monsters. We're going to do everything in our power to make them rot in jail."

Before Carlos can reply, the weight of the guilt squeezing his heart tight, there's a ruckus coming from inside the room, and his motherʼs voice can be heard carried by the breeze running between the open window and the ajar door.

"Carlos, Carlos, mijo, quick!"

He steps back inside, Mitchell hot in his heels, heeding the sounds of the machines, now erratic as TK writhes on the bed. Carlos skids back to his place by TK’s head, and grabs TK’s arm softly. "Babe?" he calls. "Babe, it's okay, you're fine. You'll be fine. Open those wonderful eyes of yours, please. Come back to me."

But TK doesn’t comply. Carlos bites his lip in frustration — it isn't the first time it’s happened, the beeping of the heart monitor tricking them into believing TK would wake up — but it doesn't mean he's used to it. He would kick those machines anytime.

He takes in TK’s aspect — the purplish bruises on his face, the cast on his arm and the cuts on his wrists, the leg that's propped up and the brace that keeps his knee intact — and he wants to cry but he’s sure he’s already dried up. The doctors have been cautious, and Carlos knows he won't be able to go on if TK vanishes because of his injuries.

"You better keep those criminals off the streets," he growls. "For I won't be held responsible for my actions if I cross paths with them."

"Carlos," his father begins in a wanting tone. He knows it isn't the most sensible thing to say to a fellow police officer, but he’s tired and he's losing his mind.

"Please, Mitchell," he begs, voice once again choked by the tears. "Please." He is sure what he’s begging for, but his partner seems to understand, for she nods and bolts out.

Slowly, one by one, everyone else blends into the backgrounds until all Carlos can see, all he can hear, is TK. TK not waking up, TK filling up all the empty spaces in his mind as he fiddles with the strands of the goodies he'd stolen from TK’s part of the closet. He doesn’t pay attention to anyone else, doesn’t really hear their words pitying him. He doesn’t want to. So he sits by TK’s bedside, he clutches TK’s hand, and he tells TK about his day — about his adventures in coffee land and how bad the food at the hospital cafeteria is — for seven more days.

For seven more days, he wastes away when everyone else moves on. For seven more days, he resents Owen and Gwyn for being able to step out of the room. For seven more days, he refuses to eat nothing more than a few spoonfuls of his motherʼs caldo de pollo. For seven more days, he sits down and prays. For seven more days, he waits.

On the twelfth day since TK was admitted to the hospital, the beeping of the machines grows erratic once again, and this time his prayers are answered.

This time, when he looks down, there's green staring back up at him.

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satashiiwrites · 4 years

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Tagged yesterday by @ninanirina but since I was planing on WIP Wednesday I waited until today to post some current work.

Two snippets under the cut from what I’m currently working on—this last week wasn’t very productive on the writing front because work has left me mentally exhausted. I’m not sure I won’t scrap the Reyes part of this below—it’s my first attempt at a very hard scene for me to wrap my head around.

The Outlaw and the Cartel Boss, Miguel Galindo x Ezekiel “EZ” Reyes, Mayans MC, Sentinel/Guide AU that ignores almost everything canon.

Pops waited until the customers left before giving a sigh that sounded like it came from the depths of his soul as he leaned against the back counter. When he looked at EZ who’d grabbed an orange soda, the lines of concern on his Pop’s face were deep and made him appear even older than usual. Pops smelled exhausted and worried. “Mijo...”

“It’ll be okay Pops,” EZ tried to reassure him.

Pops expression didn’t improve. “You haven’t told him.”

“Not yet,” EZ plead. “He won’t take it well.”

“Not telling him will only make it worse,” Pops scolded.

“You don’t know everything but trust me when I say Angel finding out right now would make things worse. So much worse,” EZ muttered the last bit to himself as he finished his soda, savoring the fizz and artificial orange flavoring as he tried not to think about Los Olividados, Adelita and Angel’s plan to get financial independence.

The soda’d been his favorite since he’d been a little kid and Pops had always made sure there was some here for him. Orange for EZ, cherry for Angel. It was nice that Pops still catered to them and had it around so they could raid the fridge even though it’d been too many years since they’d worked in the store after school.

Pops was studying him, eyes critical as they watched. For several moments he didn’t say anything but when he did it was barely above a whisper. “You are an alpha... make your choices matter Mijo. You only get one chance to do things right.”

That reminder was like a stab to the chest. Do the right thing... EZ had spent too much time in Chino thinking about what the right thing was and wondering how he’d spun so out of control in one moment that it had wrecked his future. Well the future he’d originally planned. His current state and future hopes had changed drastically in the last few days.

He mentally reached out to Miguel and just checked in on his guide through their bond. The sense of intense concentration was similar to earlier but there was an edge of frustration to it. Maybe his guide was talking with the lawyers? Or something else equally frustrating.

When Miguel noticed EZ’s attention, he gave a small tug back down the bond that warmed EZ and pushed the fear and doubt his Pops’ words had generated away. EZ wanted to cling to the fragile threads of the bond but knew that he couldn’t spend all day just pining for his guide. He had work to do.

“Go get lunch,” his Pops instructed, shooing him out the door. “Those sandwich boys owe me a few so go get them.”

“Yes Pops,” EZ agreed, slinking towards the door. “Your usual?”

“Yes.”

From An Andromeda Tale, Scott Ryder x Reyes Vidal, Mass Effect Andromeda

Reyes took a moment to watch the captive from the other side of the force field while Vestus handed the omnitool off to Theo.

Roberts was naked except for the hood that had been placed over his face and he was shivering with how cold the room was—Reyes could see that the climate controls were set to 5°C. Someone—likely Vestus—had also left loud music blaring over the intercom in order to be discomforting and not allow sleep. The bed frame that Rogers was attached to was bare of it’s mattress, metal slats used with industrial tie straps to keep the man immobilized and they were tight, the skin around the wrists and ankles showed evidence of friction injuries already.

Despite being older than Reyes, Roberts had kept his body in excellent shape but the most interesting part was the Alliance Marines tattoo over the left bicep but it had been transacted by injury that had scarred over—like it had been crossed out. There wasn’t another mark on the man’s body—any injuries had not left any scars which meant that the scaring had been left deliberately.... or medical access had been limited after it had occurred.

Brecka had only been able to find minimal background on Jaime Roberts. There had been a note of prior service in the Alliance Marines but all there had been was a discharge date without noting what type. His intake paperwork was bare bones like most of the Initaitive—he was thirty eight, had been born on Earth and served two decades in the Alliance before joining the Initiative as a low level security specialist. There had been nothing about his service record or any educational history. He was listed as status unknown after the uprising—so he’d chosen exile but there was a gap between when Reyes had first noted him with the Outcasts and the Uprising.

Jaime Roberts had done his twenty and then gotten out... but was that tattoo’s scarring seemed deliberate and was interesting. Just who was Jaime Roberts? Why had he chosen to take Kenax? It didn’t seem to be under Kaetus’ orders—Reyes had been able to move about both the Port and had been followed by the Outcast spies without difficulty. Or were they just watching? What motivated Roberts? What did Roberts want? What were his ties to Zia?

He had too many questions and no answers.

Reyes didn’t like any of this.

Vestus returned but waited on Reyes to act.

Reaching out, Reyes deactivated the field and silenced the music. The only noise was a faint rush of air as the climate control struggled to compensate for the influx of warm air once the field had fallen.

Reyes waited, wanting to see what Roberts would make of the change.

Underneath the hood, there was movement as Roberts cocked his head, listening as the fabric of the hood moved slightly with his breathing. He didn’t speak but just listened.

Time stretched out. The room seemed to get colder. The almost silent hiss of air movement stirred the room but it’s occupants held still other than Robert’s unwilling muscle contractions as he shivered.

Reyes waited. Observed. Let Vestus’ almost feral aggression seep into each corner of the room to see if Roberts could sense it like he could. To Reyes it was soothing, a promise that whatever violence that would occur would be meted out with prejudice against the man who’d taken his friend. Internally this pleased Reyes’ primitive side that just wanted to tear Roberts apart now that he had him.

Externally, he was placid. Patient. In control.

Reyes waited until the room was completely silent before stepping forward, snapping his fingers to have Vestus move the bed so Roberts was vertical. Vestus happily complied, levering the bed to stand on one end with a bang of heavy metal contacting the floor, making Roberts dangle by his restraints at the ankle, above and below the knee, waist, wrist, bicep and neck. The way the restraints pulled looked painful and there was a tense intake of air from Roberts as well as a bitten off noise that wasn’t a word as his breathing sped up in pain.

Reyes stood less than half a meter away, softening his footfalls so they were barely there. Vestus took his cue from Reyes and hadn’t moved from slightly behind the bed and to the side, waiting.

The silence stretched on and finally Roberts tried to readjust himself in the bindings to get more comfortable. Reyes responded by drawing his knife from his boot and letting the tip of it rest right over the left chest just lateral to sternum and between two ribs, pricking the skin and a few drops of blood welling at the point.

Roberts stilled, his breathing becoming shallow and he tried to move slightly away from the knife but there was no give in the bindings.

Nowhere to escape—in this room he was at Reyes’ mercy.

Not pressing any deeper, Reyes drew the knife point down the skin, following just below the rib to the side where, if pressed deeper, it would puncture both lung and the apex of the heart. A quick death but not what Reyes was interested in right now.

Reyes pulled the hood off in one smooth motion, discarding it at his feet but didn’t move the knife.

Roberts blinked rapidly in the brightness of the room, eyes struggling to adjust as he bit his lip, breathing in and out through his nose. Eyes roving the room, Roberts took in his position and glanced down at Reyes’ arm with the knife, sucking his chest in further to try and pull away again instinctively.

“I heard you were asking for me?” Reyes simply asked, tapping slightly with the knife point.

The chuckle that Roberts let out had a hysterical edge to it even as his whole body convulsed in a shiver he couldn’t contain. “I did.”

“Well?” Reyes prompted. “What did you want to ask?”

Roberts blew out a hoarse wheeze. “I wondered how long it would take for you to show up.”

“Oh?” Reyes drawled. “Have I met your expectations?”

A wince as Reyes pressed slightly deeper with the knife and punctured the skin just enough to cause bleeding. “You were quicker then I thought,” Roberts hedged.

“Hm. Now that I’m here perhaps we can have a conversation then.”

A dry swallow that looked pained. “You’re Collective. This proves it.”

“Does it?” Reyes asked philosophically. “You attacked one of my close associates and made off with another. Retaliation is a given.”

Roberts licked his cracked lips, his van dyke less well kept than usual. “I needed to know if what I was told was correct. Mistakes are usually fatal in Heleus.”

Reyes cocked his head in thought. “And who told you these things about me?”

“Zia Cordier was willing to tell anyone who listened what an absolute bastard you were. Wouldn’t shut up about it when I went to collect on her debts to the Outcasts.”

“How is dear Zia?” Reyes pretended to be cordial at Zia’s name.

“Hates you,” Roberts responded. “Oh does she hate you so much.”

“I suppose that is fair,” he kept his tone neutral, considering but didn’t move the knife. “However I told Zia my actions were just a business decision.”

Roberts snorted disbelievingly. “You’re smooth—I’ll give you that. Kaetus doesn’t think you’re half as interesting as your turian bodyguards.”

At the mention of Kenax and himself, Vestus let loose an aggravated growl and came to stand just behind Reyes’ shoulder. “My turians—as you refer to them—are much more than bodyguards.”

This seemed to amuse Roberts. “As what exactly? Rumors are that you’re spreading your legs for both of them but they seem to report to you—you’re the leader.”

“What does Kaetus’ imagines me doing?” Reyes gave a false smile and he pulled the knife back to give it a flick, making sure that Roberts’ eyes followed it’s movement. “While my friends are both very handsome...”

Another snort. “You must be one good piece of ass to have an almost spectre following it everywhere.”

“There’s nothing ‘almost spectre’ about me,” Vestus spat before a maniacal grin crossed his face, his voice becoming almost a trill. “Although Reyes’ ass is quite shapely he has other qualities that I find more attractive.”

“You seem to be working with, at best, incomplete information,” Reyes said with a sigh, body posture forcibly relaxed.

“I know that your turian pair worked for the Council. That they were based out of the Citadel and then abruptly joined the Initiative.”

“That would be correct. Vestus? Didn’t you say the retirement plan had always been to find a nice, far away colony where Kenax and you could play?”

Vestus gave Reyes a pleased smile, Showing his claws as he fanned them out to lightly rest on Reyes’ hip in a possessive manner. “I did. Shame about the whole Uprising ending that retirement plan.”

“Oh I think we’ll still be able to find a place that Kenax would approve of.”

Roberts seemed perplexed by the turn in conversation. “You were a Spectre in all but name—why not stay in the Milky Way?”

Amused, Vestus let his body brush against Reyes like he was claiming him. Before Vestus could speak, Reyes redirected the conversation. “Why does that even matter?”

Roberts’ forehead wrinkled. “I want to know if you are really what you say you are. And those two? I shouldn’t have gotten the drop on them.”

#MEA #mass effect andromeda #mreyder #Miguel Galindo x Ezekiel “EZ” Reyes #the outlaw and the cartel boss #An Andromeda Tale #aat #Outlaw/Cartel Boss #wip wednesday #too many wips

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captainsaku · 7 years

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She kisses the scar on his cheek whenever she gets the chance. It's a reminder of what might have happened, what she could have lost. What she didn't lose. She watches it heal and wonders if it'll leave a mark, then kisses it again for good measure.

Don't do that to me again.

One day, she'll voice it. Tell him how scared she really was, in that moment. She loves him, has loved him for a while, and would like things to keep looking up.

For now, she'll kiss the scar on his cheek, his lips, his nose. She'll look into his eyes and get lost in those miniature galaxies, the constellations in blue and purple they contain, like small nebulae full of wonder.

To think she traveled all the way from a different galaxy to find him...

She, too, is humbled.

#Mass Effect Andromeda #Jaal romance #Jaal Ama Darav #Adelita Ryder #Adelita Ryder Headcanons #Dee x Jaal #I have no title for this cause it's a tidbit she just gave me #but here it is all the same #My writing

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captainsaku · 7 years

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She chooses Jaal.

#Adelita Ryder #Adelita caps #Jaal x Ryder #Mass Effect Andromeda #Jaal Romance #Much as I wanted her to go poly with both him and Vetra #She's made up her mind and she's not much inclined to share #also I'M SCREAMING #ugh look at them

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captainsaku · 7 years

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4, 6, 12, 20

FOR YOUR RYDER, sorry i forgot to add that

Lmao I love you, nerd. You’re the best.

Character development meme!

04: A memory that your character cherishes.

It’s not a memory, so much as a collection of memories. Her family, back on the Milky Way. The ones they left behind. Dee’s family on mom’s side was huge: several aunts and uncles, which meant a ton of cousins, and very warm and loving grandparents.

Their family reunions often meant enough food to feed them all for a day and a half, plenty of booze and soft drinks to go around, and lots of fun and conversations. Lots of laughter, hugs, kisses to the cheek. Affection and warmth and a support structure that was always, always there. Adelita loved them dearly, and leaving them behind hurt. But she had to, for a fresh start.

So she remembers their faces and the good times they had, she keeps a picture of the whole family in her quarters, and she holds them all close to her heart. She will never forget them, ever. Her family. The biggest part of home she had to leave behind.

06: Something that makes your character angry

Liam. Fucking. Kosta. Though I’ve talked about this before, so I’m gonna be the bigger person and choose a different thing instead.

War. Collateral damage.

Adelita was never one for these kinds of fights. Sure, she’s Alliance, and she can handle herself in battle, but... this isn’t why she enlisted. She was always heavy on exploration, adventure, discovery. That’s why she was a Peacekeeper, why she worked so closely with Prothean artifacts and at dig sites.

She hates war. She hates killing and she hates the death of innocent people. The death of civilians, of children. The kett can shoot her all they want, but the moment they touch a civilian, a colonist? She just loses her cool. Hunting the Archon was deeply scarring for her, for these reasons. When your anger fizzles out to be replaced by abject horror... yeah. She had trouble sleeping after that.

Also, Addison. Fuck Addison.

12: Describe your character's parents

Hooo boy. This one could be interesting.

Alec was... absent, most of the time. He wasn’t a great father to her, but he wasn’t a terrible one either. Above all, he tried. She knew that much, and she could tell that he at least loved Mom. Alec was quick of wit and humorous, even if his charisma and people skills needed some work. He took his work seriously, and he took care of his own, at least when it came to his charges. Not so much when it came to his family. Away most of the time on missions or training or something-or-other, Alec was barely there as the twins grew up, leaving most of the raising to his wife. Because of this, Dee’s relationship with Alec was somewhat strained and awkward, but that doesn’t mean that she didn’t love him. She did, and his loss hit her very hard.

As for mom? Mom was brilliant. She wasn’t just an accomplished scientist, incredibly intelligent and compassionate. She wanted to help. Mom was warm, caring, loud and funny, and she had the brightest of laughs. She worked hard, not just with her research, but also to raise her and Nacho in a good family environment, no matter where they were stationed. She was always there for those who needed it, and dedicated her life to helping biotics, so she knew how to handle Dee when her own biotics started to manifest. Elena was more than just mom, she was a friend, someone Dee could always trust with her secrets and troubles. Elena was there, always. And it meant a lot to Dee, who confided in her often. More importantly, Elena recognized the importance of culture and tradition, of language. She taught them both Spanish and English from a young age, and told them of the importance of culture, taught them never to lose sight of that, of who they were and where they came from. She refused to allow them to get translation implants until they were fluent in both languages, and while Dee threw more than one tantrum about it when she was younger, she has come to appreciate that and value it greatly.

20: What your character is like at social events

Chatty. Adelita is bright, loud, fun, the life of the party. She’s a social butterfly and she will always find herself surrounded by people, telling stories and anecdotes, holding a glass of some drink or other.

And the drunker she gets... well. She’s been known to end up dancing on a table at some point. (She’d like to point out that that was one time, and never again).

That said, she also likes being with the people she loves, so it’s also normal to find her with her friends, taking up a couch or other area, cuddling and laughing over drinks. 10/10 would chill again.

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Pathfinder.

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any side quests that have left a significant mark on your ryder or is very memorable to them? or even the priority missions?

Oh yes, definitely. First contact with the angara definitely sticks out, because it was an entire new race in an entirely new galaxy. She was honored, and that moment in her life will always stay with her.

That said, something happened recently that has changed her approach to things and people:

Reyes.

Adelita is a very open and trusting person. She is also very Latin American, and by this point, she was feeling extremely lonely. Her mom and dad gone, her brother in a coma… when she wakes up on the Hyperion, Dee has literally no-one. Things get a little better with time, especially with the Tempest and her crew, but… the long and short of it is that with everything that’s been happening, Dee feels very isolated, alone and lonely. And she doesn’t have an outlet for that, a confidante (even if Jaal is starting to feel somewhat like that person). She also doesn’t have a good friend she can just ask into her room to cuddle and spend time the way she would have with her family and friends back at home. The result of all this is that when they finally hit Kadara, Dee is in a very fragile state of emotional turmoil and need for human contact, affection.

And that’s when Reyes walked into her life. Or strutted, more like. And god, Reyes was easy. He was good-looking, smooth, a sweet-talker, and he always left an opening for her to flirt. She couldn’t help it. Thus, a string of on and off flirting started. Adelita wasn’t looking for anything serious, and Reyes seemed more than willing to provide for her. Banter was easy, and he seemed like a good guy, in general. Not to mention he spoke Spanish, and it had been so damn long since she’d last been able to have a conversation in her mother’s language with anyone. So… things escalated. Dee was ready to climb him like a damn tree, honestly. That’s when the invitation to Sloane’s party came.

And man, she was pissed that the asshole bailed on her not five minutes into the party. Honestly, who does that to their date? Bastard better make up for it later. Eventually, she left the party to go look for him… and found him rummaging through Sloane’s stuff. Should have known. Quips were exchanged, but she couldn’t really find it in herself to be actually mad at him. And that’s when they were almost found. So of course Adelita seized the opportunity to grab the front of his jacket, pull him down and kiss him. Like, really kiss him. No regrets. Damn good kisser he was.

“I think we’re in the clear.”“Maybe another kiss? Just to be sure?”“[chuckles] Now you’re just teasing.”

So of course things escalated even further. There was making out on a rooftop on Kadara.

And then… things happened. And everything went to hell in a handbasket. By not telling her who he was, or what he was planning, Reyes betrayed Dee’s trust. Badly.

“You know who I really am.”“I’m not so sure I do.”

At the end of the day… she let him kill Sloane, but only because she genuinely believed that he would be the better person to run Kadara. She hates that it had to be this way, that it had to be foul play, and dirty. Hates that Sloane died. But she still thought Reyes would be better for the place than Sloane. Unfortunately for Sloane. So… she didn’t react. After everything was over, they talked. She wasn’t looking for something serious, not with him, anyway, and she wasn’t so sure she could trust him after what had just happened. So she ended things between them. It was a short lived thing.

“You’re not the man I thought you were.”“I wanted to be.”

Ow. She wasn’t the friendliest person towards him when they got back to the slums, but… they ended on a mostly amiable note. The thing is… that betrayal stuck with her. Hard. Now she’s left wondering if he really was interested in her for her, or if he just seduced her to use her. What of that day was real and what wasn’t? Did she just imagine that he was attracted to her the way she was attracted to him? It hurt. And she’s pissed off at herself for letting it happen. For walking right into his setup and in doing so allowing him to get away with his plan. She can never look at Reyes the same way again.

And, worse still? She’ll be a lot more careful with her trust and openness going forward. She won’t be used and blindsided again.

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