I SWEAR I AM GETTING THERE (we've hit 15k. Idk man.) BUT WE ARE GETTING THERE AND IM BASICALLY HEALTHY ITS ALL FINE OKAY
Quin spluttered a laugh, “Are you threatening the safety of my clothes? To make a point to a toaster?”
Obi-Wan was perfectly capable of mimicking a species with twice the limbs when it suited him, and wound Quinlan all up in himself. Rubbed his heel affectionately along the back of Quin’s thigh in a way that did make him wish rather desperately to not be wearing his pants. “Threat is such a harsh word, Quin, I’m suggesting. For the quartermaster’s sake.”
“Maybe you should suggest more bluntly, Obi,” he said, and paused to let suspicion flutter in that ridiculously soft frown, let his smile turn wicked, “Hard to say no to you when you get crass for me.”
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"And Even More Amazing was the Day She Realized She Truly Loved Him Back."
As they raced towards the Imperial base, Ahsoka was thinking that the worst thing about this situation wasn’t so much the treacherously uneven terrain…or the occasional blaster bolt whizzing by…or even the same old way she was running from one enemy and straight into the den of another.
No. What was truly getting on her nerves was the incessant bickering of her stubborn, mutually pining companions.
“I’m just saying that, even when you think you’re saving me, I end up saving you instead,” Sabine said.
“That’s not how it worked,” Ezra replied. “We were a team. I’ve saved you just as many times as you’ve saved me. Think about it. How do you think you avoided getting hit by blaster bolts all the time?”
“Well, there was that one time I got hit - so bad that it actually dented my armor!”
“Sabine! There wasn’t anything I could do about that because Darth Vader was literally choking me to death when that happened.”
“Yeah…and I saved you from that by shooting at him! And then I got hit.”
“By your own bolt! That doesn’t count. That was just you saving me.”
“AHA! Yes! Correct. Thank you for proving my point - I was saving you.”
“Ok. Fine. So there was that one time you had the advantage. But still -”
“No no no! Not just that one time! What about the fyrnocks, hm?”
“Oh, come oooonnnnn…”
“I’ve got your back, Sabine!”
“Well, I did!” he insisted as she laughed.
“And then you were almost fyrnock food! Game over. I win. Even when you think you’re saving me, I’m saving you,” Sabine said triumphantly.
“Whatever,” Ezra muttered.
Ahsoka was begrudgingly impressed that this nonsensical trip down memory lane hadn’t even broken their stride, but she was also frustrated that, even with her echolocation abilities, their conversation made it nearly impossible to gauge how close their pursuers were. With a huff, she gave up, focusing instead on navigating the rocky landscape and hoping that her friends’ mid-flight banter would be worth it.
They continued towards the Imperial installation, one Mandalorian and two part-time Jedi, skirting around the unusually large rocks and vegetation for cover.
“Oh. And that little trick with the One Jetpack?! How long have you been planning that one?” Sabine asked.
Ezra chuckled. “That was pretty much a spur of the moment thing, but c’mon. I can’t believe you didn’t know it was me then.”
“Well! Concord Dawn…that jetpack chase…that was a long time ago, Ezra.”
“Yeah. It was…” Ezra admitted, and he trailed off, silent for just a moment before he added in a low voice, “…I still think about it, though.”
“...”
“...”
“Me, too,” Sabine said so quietly that Ahsoka almost didn’t hear her.
But Ezra must have heard her because then Sabine was yelling, “C’mon, Ezra! C’mon!”
Ahsoka rolled her eyes and used the opportunity to put some distance between herself and the not-yet-lovebirds. The path finally ended as she arrived at the top of an enormous hill.
Ahsoka slowed to a stop. In the valley below her lay their destination - just beyond the ravine, there would be a nondescript building hidden by a canopy of trees. With all of the serenity she could muster, Ahsoka reached out in the Force to sense what was ahead of them.
Unfortunately, that was when her friends caught up to her.
“What?” Sabine asked.
“Nothing,” said Ezra.
“No, it’s something.” Sabine pressed. “What is it?”
“Well, it’s just that…” Ezra said with a smile in his voice, “you’re doing it again.”
“Doing what again?”
“Saving me! Isn’t that why you’re here?”
Sabine didn’t answer, so Ezra continued. “Yeah. You know, come to think of it, maybe you’re right. You have been saving me from one thing or another since the day we met.”
Ahsoka turned, but just barely, to watch them out of the corner of her eye.
“You,” Sabine said as she stepped in closer to poke his chest, “have a way of getting yourself into situations!”
Ezra took her hand in his before she could pull it away and stepped in just a little closer. “Ok. Yeah. True. But why do you do it, Sabine? Why me? All this time. Why go out of your way to save me?”
Ahsoka didn’t dare move, didn’t dare breathe as the pair seemed to gravitate towards one another.
“Ezra, I - “
!ZOOM-ZING-CRASH!
Blaster bolts exploded into boulders and tree trunks, causing everyone to jump and putting distance between Ezra and Sabine again.
“KARABAST!” Ahsoka exclaimed. Pushing past her companions, she marched in the direction from where the bolts had come. The not-completely-a-Jedi absolutely knew what she had to do next in order to save them all - both from their enemies and their stubbornness.
“You two need to go on and finish the mission,” Ahsoka said without stopping. “I’ll take care of whoever this is.”
Ezra and Sabine began to protest.
Ahsoka muttered, “I’m too old for this…stuff,” and wheeled on them.
*!WHOOSH!*
With a mighty Force push, she sent them tumbling heels-over-head down the hill.
“I’LL…BE RIGHT…BEHIND…YOU!” she called after them.
Ahsoka watched them for a few seconds and then shrugged. “They’ll be fine,” she said, reassuring herself, and with a roll of her shoulders, turned and took off towards their enemies.
⚔️ 🏴☠️ ⚔️ 🏴☠️ ⚔️
Sabine and Ezra crash-slid to a stop at the bottom of the hill.
Breathing hard, Sabine pulled off her helmet and cast it aside. She laid there cursing Ahsoka as she waited for the world to stop spinning. The wind felt good on her face, and it was quiet.
Too quiet.
Rolling her head to the side, she found Ezra a few meters away. He was motionless, and when he didn’t move after several more moments, terror prickled at Sabine. She scrambled to her hands and knees (not entirely confident about standing yet) and rushed to his side. Frantically, she examined him. He didn’t seem to be injured, but she patted him down just to be sure nothing was grossly out of place. She debated with herself about removing his helmet but decided against it in case he had a spinal injury. Instead, she carefully rested a hand on his chest, relieved by the rhythm of his breathing under her palm, and leaned up on her knees to look down into his visor.
It was fleeting, but as her reflection stared back at her, a thought crossed her mind.
It’s been a long time since I’ve looked for the eyes of someone I love behind this T.
Sabine abruptly sat back on her heels.
Staring at nothing in particular, she sat there for an uncounted number heartbeats. Then she returned her gaze to Ezra, to the place where her hand rose and fell on his chest. Where his breath and his heart and his life were steady and strong. Beside her. And like the wind through the grasses around them, the words whispered again through her mind.
Someone I love.
Ezra groaned.
Sabine startled, snatching her hand away and giving him room. Ezra shifted and reached up, pulling off his helmet and tossing it aside.
And as he did, Sabine was at just the right angle to watch the sunlight dance across the designs on his pauldron.
“I don’t know how you wear that thing all the time, I mean, I guess it was good that I was wearing it since I didn’t exactly have ‘Ahsoka yeets me off a cliff’ on my to do list today, but - what? What is it?” Ezra said when he finally looked at Sabine.
Becoming fully awake and aware, an emotional wave hit Ezra in the Force even though she hadn’t said a word to him. He stared at her, brows furrowing as the look on her face ignited twenty questions that he kept to himself. Finally, Sabine raised an eyebrow as her careful, dextrous fingers hovered over his armor, asking permission, and he granted it with a nod.
She traced the hidden shapes on Ezra’s pauldron - a Starbird with an 05 below it.
“You took me with you,” she whispered, delighted.
Ezra huffed a little, amused that she’d ever think any differently.
“Always,” he said. “Everywhere. Every day.”
Sabine nodded, biting her lip because tears were threatening to fall. When one got through, Ezra reached up and gently wiped it away. “I couldn’t help but notice that you took me with you, too,” he said, gesturing to her pauldron and her orange ironheart.
She laughed, no longer bashful. “Always. Everywhere. Every day,” she said, echoing him.
Sabine looked back at the armor, running her hand over the art again as Ezra studied her face.
“Do you…like it?” he asked hesitantly.
“Mmhmm," she hummed thoughtfully. "Yeah. Yeah, I really do. It’s beautiful. This technique! You’re going to have to teach it to me.” She sniffle-laughed, and he laughed with her.
“Well, the all-black lends a certain mystique, you know. It’s part of the persona of the Dread Pirate Roger,” he said with an air, and she rolled her eyes at him. Then more seriously, he added, “I needed to have you with me, Sabine. Somehow.”
Sabine met his eyes for a moment, looking away again quickly, face warming as she tucked her hair behind her ear.
“Well, *ahem* you know, I guess I could say that that’s relatable,” she quipped, smirking as she patted the lightsaber at her hip. “But, anyway, now that I see it up close, this reminds me of Kanan’s pauldron. It’s just like the one I painted for him,” Sabine said, “…ok, well, not just…”
“No. That would’ve been weird,” he replied, and they laughed together. “But yeah. That was the inspiration.”
“Huh,” Sabine said, and she returned to tracing the shapes while that sunk in. “That’s…well, that’s an interesting choice, Ezra. I mean, why did you choose that design, do you think? Was it because…or was it for the same reason that I painted the 02 for Kanan?”
Sabine dared to glance back at Ezra again, and his half-smile was as charming as ever. “Welllll…do you think that…maybe I chose it…for the same reason that you’re here saving me?” He winked at her, and with another roll of her eyes he could see that she was blushing again.
Ezra sat up. He took Sabine’s hand, his expression growing solemn. “You know, Sabine, I don’t want to keep playing these games with you. To not say what’s really on our minds, so I think..I’m just gonna say it.”
He took a deep breath while Sabine held hers.
“Do you have anyone to go home to?” Ezra asked her.
Sabine shook her head, a small smile beginning to form. “No.”
Ezra puffed a quick sigh of relief. “Ok. Do you have any other reason to go home? At least not right away?”
“No,” she repeated, smile-widening.
Ezra looked down at their hands as his thumb brushed over hers. “Ok. Ok! Well, you know, I know we’ve got a lot of catching up to do, but after getting to be with you again this week, something I’d convinced myself was never going to happen, the only thing I know for sure right now is that I don’t want to say good-bye to you again.”
Daring to peek up at her, Ezra found her still smiling, her golden eyes warm and soft.
“So, maybe,” Ezra said as he reached nervously for the back of his neck, “Maybe…you know, if, instead of me going home with you, do you think you might want to stay here? With me? Because I need you, out here. I could use a partner.”
Without a word, Sabine inched closer to Ezra until she could take his face in her hands. She brought their foreheads together again.
She sighed, her breath ghosting his lips. “Well…I guess that depends,” she whispered.
“Depends on what?” he whispered back.
Sabine leaned away, opening her eyes to meet Ezra’s for a long beat.
“On what kind of partner,” she said, and when his eyebrows rose, she added, “Because if we’re saying what’s on our minds then…I love you, Ezra Bridger.”
His smile was slow and sweet. “I love you, too, Sabine Wren. Since the first time I watched you blow up a speeder bike. All the time we were together and all the years we were apart. That hasn’t changed for me. At all.”
“Me, too,” she said, and he gave her a look that could only have been called skeptical. “Well, ok. Fine. It took me longer - a lot longer, ok? - to figure it out. But yeah. There were definitely feelings there. For you.”
Ezra just shook his head, smiling for all the ways that he knew her. As he watched her lips slowly starting to smile back, a new kind of spark ignited in Sabine. She waited as he leaned in ever so slightly, closing the remaining gap between them until he softly pressed his lips to hers.
Too soon for her liking he pulled away, eyes fluttering open to find her already watching him.
“Sabine.”
Her name, hoarsely uttered with affection and gratitude and want, was all he could say before she tackled him, kissing him back with the burning passion built up over years of waiting, watching, and hoping.
~ A short time later ~
!BONK-CRASH-BOOM!
Ezra looked up from where he was shielding Sabine with his body to find the remains of a speeder bike on fire in the ravine.
“Well! I guess Ahsoka should be on her way shortly,” Sabine said, still a bit breathless.
Ezra huffed a laugh. “Looks like she learned from you,” he said, turning back to stroke her cheek affectionately.
“Oh, no,” said Sabine, grinning at both a memory and the adoring eyes staring back at her. “That’s all her.”
With one last (ok, a few last…final…ok this is the last one) kisses, Ezra stood. Sabine took his offered hand and stood with him. And wrapped her arms around his neck which lead to his fingertips grazing along her hips in order to draw her closer. Then before she knew it, her hands were in his hair and it was several more minutes before they decided to (reluctantly) get their helmets and go.
“You know,” Sabine started as she donned her helmet, “you really shouldn't be wearing that armor. You're not Mandalorian.”
"Actually, Lady Wren, I seem to recall that when a Mandalorian gifts you beskar, you're basically an honorary clan member," Ezra said, patting his helmeted head satisfactorily. "So between this and that first jetpack, I think I'm good."
"Oh. Well, sure. That's true," Sabine said with a shrug. "I was just going to suggest that, since we're going to be partners, you could make your Mandalorian status more...official."
"Well, I'm not looking to get adopted again, if that's what you mean," Ezra teased as he ambled towards her.
She giggled, moving towards him. "Not at all what I was getting at, jetii."
Arms around one another again, their helmets met in a head bonk. "Are you proposing to me, Sabine Wren? Because, if so, this has escalated way more quickly than I thought it would," Ezra said with a little chuckle.
Sabine chuckled, too, and then, sighing, tightened her arms around him. "Maybe it has. It's not an official proposal or anything, but, just so you know, I'm not moving to the other side of the galaxy for a business opportunity or a will-they-won’t-they situation. Obviously, we both know this is more than that. So maybe it feels fast, but…haven't we waited long enough?"
!BONK-CRASH-BOOM!
With the appearance of a second ruined speeder bike in the ravine, Ezra checked his chrono. “We’ve gotta go.”
Hand in hand, they ran through toward the doors of Imperial base.
"By the way, what exactly is this mission? What do you do out here?" she asked.
"Let me show you," he replied, the smile once again audible in his voice.
A/N Thank you @jessicas-pi and @jedi-nurse for your ideas for this part! 💜🧡
This has been my internal monologue for all of April:
Both of my parents birthdays. My friend’s birthday, plus groomsman duties. Cousin’s visit. Subsequent cold after cousin’s visit. Dog-related miracles. J and I having our anniversary holding baby goats and eating tapas.
It was INSANE how much we crammed into that month but there was also NO writing so here we go now on May 5th with my planned April 14th update. Hahaha its fine we’re fine I’m turning 36 (!!!) this year and still haven’t learned how to time manage it’s fine
In this update we have shirtless Kara, BDSM Evil Lena, and Myxy explains the fun facts about inter-dimensional porn!
You can catch up with all the multiverse misadventures on Patreon now or you can read the very much delayed second chapter on AO3, or you can spend your Friday night however you want, Maybies, just don’t overburden yourselves and know that I love you.
FRIDAY FLASH FIC #8: In which Donna and Cameron are just trying to get through this holiday season
[CN: FOOD/snacking]
It’s a weekday afternoon and Donna, in her comfiest sweatpants and robe, is seated at the kitchen island, where’s she’s been repeatedly refreshing the Operation Santa letters page and adorably complaining, “But there aren’t any letters to adopt! It keeps saying ‘new letters added every day’ but where are they?!”
Cameron, who is busy toasting up some pita chips and whipping up some of her homemade tofu-based cream cheese and cashew sour cream into a spinach and artichoke dip says, “Didn’t you literally adopt every letter on the site when it went live on the fourth? Do you not remember the number of letters you adopted? Because I know I do....”
Sighing, Donna says, “You’re right. I don’t need more letters, I’m just trying to put off dealing with the vast array of negative feelings I’m having about not being able to have the girls over for Christmas this year.” Dropping her phone down onto the counter with a sad little thud, she says, “It didn’t have to be this way.”
“No, you’re right, it didn’t,” Cameron nods, giving the dip a final stir and setting it down in front of Donna. She grabs a plate of chips, fresh out of the toaster oven, and sets them down next to the bowl. Turning back to the oven to make sure she’s turned it off, she says, “But this is how it is this year, so, we’re gonna get through it. And then,” she grabs two small plates from the cabinet, “I guess I’ll just have to put up with you wildly overdoing it next year to compensate,” she grins at her, setting the plates down on the counter.
Grabbing a chip and loading some dip onto it, Donna pouts, “I’m glad you’re already bracing for that.” She shoves the chip into her mouth, chews thoughtfully, swallows, and says, “This turned out great, you wouldn’t know it’s made from cashews and tofu. A Christmas miracle!”
“See?!” Cameron says. She sits down across from Donna, and spoons some dip onto her plate. “There’s still holiday magic, even here in this dystopian hellscape where everything is literally on fire!”
Just as she says this, Donna’s phone chimes, with a message from Joanie. Donna checks it immediately, and it’s about something called TranSanta, a campaign that is collecting and posting letters from trans youth in need of support and supplies. Donna’s eyes light up, and she says, “Hey, look at this, this is perfect!” They spend the rest of the night picking letters, posting about the campaign on social media, and of course Donna messages almost everyone she knows with the link to the website.
*gasp* me?! publishing at a decent hour?! Don’t get used to it tho
“Someone needs to watch you for you both and secure your good name and reputation, Briar”.
“Hah! As if you could stop me”.
“Oh, I only need two movements to do so”.
“Do not worry for Miss Daly’s reputation, my lady. I would not do anything to dishonour her”.
“Then I shall be quite disappointed…”.
Mr. Woods’s eyes went wide and his cheeks flushed as Joanna laughed loudly, Briar following with a hit of giggles.
“Oh, boy, you killed the poor guy!” Joanna doubled in giggles.
Mr. Woods waited as she prepared her horse with experience. She rubbed Clover’s nose as she nuzzled her neck “I know, Clover. I’ve neglected your delightful company shamefully enough. But you need to behave!” She puffed in protest “Less protesting, more behaving. You are a lady’s horse”.
Clover pranced as she boosted herself to her saddle with ease and agility “Briar can’t ride as I mentioned it earlier. You both ride together, but those hands where I can see them!” She glared at the couple.
“I promise, my lady—” Mr, Woods started.
“That was actually directed to Briar” Joanna cut in, arching a brow to Briar. She smiled mischievously.
so, if u have been reading my friday-fic (unoffically? friday is my bnha day. we gon be ridin that shit for a while buddiessss) u know that every week we get a chapter based on the relationship or shenanigans of Eri (wonderful babie) and one member of class 1-a (or, in that one memorable case, a flaming garbage can full of shit), but BOO, I have heard u say, WHERE is the green one??? about this tall? clearly gay but we haven’t had the talk? (i jest, this fic is ship-free) protagonist with a living mom lookin ass????
and today, my good friends, I bring u the boi.
(as well as more group chat for like a hot second bc i think it’s fun to write)
what are you still doing here??? oh i haven’t put the link
(Or, Derek's hit with a Film Noir curse, which forces him to narrate his own life in luridly-detailed prose.)
I Thought It Make Believe by leah k (blinkiesays) (2,631)
Stiles scrolls up on his text message history and sure enough finds "I'm OK, don't worry, I'm going back to the hotel room" with a timestamp of 1:30AM and "I think I'm in love I think he's a werewolf" at 3:00AM.
Stiles stares at his phone for a while in horror.
Scott: HEY LYDIA WANTS TO KNOW WHY YOU CHANGED YR FACEBOOK STATUS TO MARRIED
Well, so would Stiles.
Voldemort and Jean Valjean (Walk into a Coffee Shop) by PsychicPineapple (2,187)
So sue him, Stiles had a stupid habit of giving out goofy names at coffee joints.
**
‘Name?’ He stood with his sharpie at the ready.
‘Voldemort,’ Stiles answered without missing a beat.
The One Where Stiles Vets Derek's Girlfriends by uraneia (2,054)
Across the loft, Cora claps her hands. “Okay, new rule. Any time Derek wants a date, one of us has to vet her first.”
Scott, who’s actually upside down on Derek’s couch, in apparent celebration of their defeat of the alpha pack—which somehow ended with Kali trying to give Derek her number, and he still doesn’t know how that happened, because he’s the worst alpha ever—says, “You know who’s got really good people instincts?”
Violets Are Blue by HalfFizzbin (2,759)
PROMPT—"Derek the super cranky florist delivery guy (it's the family business!) and Stiles the underemployed, overeducated, bored as fuck receptionist. and obviously Stiles works with Allison, whose besotted fiance is always sending her flowers."
With helpless crushes, stealthy pizza dates, Jenga, and overly-subtle declarations of intent.
Five Times Derek And Stiles Weren't Actually Boyfriends (and one time they were) by HalfFizzbin (2,862)
In which Derek and Stiles are essentially a married couple. Except they're not actually dating.
5 Times Stiles & Derek's Classmates Noticed They Were in a Committed Relationship and 1 Time Stiles Noticed by Survivah (2,825)
In which Derek and Stiles are college roommates, and everyone saw this coming before they did.
“How do you even get up there?” Scott asks skeptically. Loft beds are tricky enough on their own, he doesn’t know what possessed Derek and Stiles to push theirs together. Why would anybody try to create a king-sized loft bed in a teensy tiny dorm room?
Good News, Bad News, Very Good News by clotpolesonly (2,089)
Bad news: Keys locked inside.
Good news: Experienced lockpick Stiles Stilinski, at your service.
Worse news: Boss-man might think he was a juvenile delinquent.
Better news: Cute deputy totally saw him being badass.
Worst news: Deputy already knows he's a total loser, it is Too Late.
Best news: Deputy doesn't seem to mind.
