#uwc!shepard

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UWC Shitpost #57

Miranda: Has anyone seen Shepard?

Jack: Yeah she's under her desk using tears to eat ramen.

Miranda: If you're not going to be helpful, go back to your little pit area.

*later*

Miranda, entering Shepard's cabin: Shepard, that ramen isn't even cooked...Are you crying? Because now I actually owe Jack an apology.

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UWC Things

Apparently it's a thing for Shepard to compliment Miranda and for it to completely go over her head.

And when it does register, it's just, like, the equivalent of Shepard stating a fact.

"Yes, Shepard, I am an excellent shot. Anyway-"

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UWC Blip; Miranda, your gay is showing

The mission was a blur of shooting drones and mechs, which wasn't a good sign. She was too focused on Shepard. Alive and breathing and impressive. And the woman was still adjusting so one could only imagine once she was used to her biotics and cybernetics.

It was her handiwork, but Shepard took it further. Made art with a shot or her biotics or even her boot. Where Miranda would've ducked down, Shepard stood, indomitable and unrelenting even as her shield flickered out.

Miranda wished she could see her face.

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Fictober #4; Mass Effect; UWC Scene

“I appreciate you contacting me.”

Shepard rolled her shoulders and shook her head, the reflection of a red light dancing on her helmet. “I know it’s been over two years for you, but a month ago you were telling me about the paper you were working on for prothean family unit dynamics in regards to a dinner guest.”

An absent smile matched the feeling in her chest as she brought her omnitool up to a door panel. She glanced at Shepard, who was ever the soldier and watching someone trying and failing to convince their contact to open a door farther up the corridor. “And I apologize for the less prestigious armor. I assure you it makes me uncomfortable as well.”

Shepard’s head whipped back to her and even with the dark visor, she knew those eyes were narrowed. “You making a joke about my N7 stuff?”

“Joke? No, no. You do that on your own.”

“Hey!”

As the door beeped, unlocked, the ache that’d filled Liara’s chest and made her soul heavy was gone. Shepard had stopped close to her, closer than acquaintances did, never mind hired muscle, and she stared down at her with ease in her shoulders. It was beyond tempting to reach up and remove Shepard's helmet, to see how the gaze directed at her had changed.

It was natural.

Shepard's biotics flared and Liara found herself pulled tight against an uncomfortable chest plate as Shepard spun them around a little to be in the way and send another surge of biotics that left a woman screaming.

Then that dark visor was regarding her.

Liara opened her mouth to answer the obvious question, to assert she was fine and deflect from the embarrassment of being too distracted to notice what she normally would have.

“I read it. It's as enlightening as it is entertaining, but I can’t believe you quoted me.”

“Well, you weren't exactly around to dispute your consent.”

And that made Shepard laugh. It was such a thing that it carried into her whole body, and into Liara's as she remained pressed against Shepard, held by Shepard. She laughed too, or maybe it was just Shepard's laugh extending to her. Though, perhaps, hers held more happiness.

Shepard had been thrust into the world of the living among strangers, enemies, and still found time to read her 35 page essay on the prothean approach to dinner guests.

In this moment, Liara could forget the world and her own aching heart.

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Fictober #1; Mass Effect

The elevator was certainly faster. Ashley adjusted the bag hanging off her shoulder and stepped out, eyes down. Being aboard the Normandy was something she’d ached for the past years of her life. It was home. It changed her life. It meant there were people she could trust with her life nearby. It’d been reduced to a wreck, alongside Commander Shepard. This was a copy, technologically improved upon by Cerberus. Cerberus, of all things. The Alliance had denounced it until they could get their hands on it and hadn’t even finished retrofitting it before it’d been dragged back into hell. Just like Shepard. Ashley’s shoulders sagged as she stared at the door to the observation deck. Things were easier when they were black and white. The door beeped and opened with a hiss, revealing a sight she wasn’t prepared for. All the lights being out combined with the silence to make her feel small. The couches had been pushed away from the center of the room and the carpet must’ve been rolled up and placed to the side. A vague light entered through the window from the stars alone, contrasting with the gentle glow of biotics surrounding none other than Commander Shepard. She was still, back straight and hands resting on the knees of her crossed legs. Slow steps brought Ashley to her side. It was like she wasn’t even there. “Commander?” The biotics subsided, but Shepard didn’t open her eyes. “What is the greatest error of the living?” She shifted her weight to her other foot. “Commander?” Shepard patted the space next to her. And Ashley realized Shepard was exactly like the Normandy. Revolutionary. Destroyed and cast aside. Rebuilt and used as needed. Even for the changes brought to them, they were the same at the core, the same as they’d always been. Shepard was like an object—a tool—and Ashley wondered how long she’d known that. How long had Ashley mistaken that fact and knowledge of it as weakness and betrayal?

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Shepard nodded, harsh sunlight bouncing off her helmet and into Miranda's eyes. "Then we'll take care of it. I'll find Thane. Meet you at the shuttle."

"Of course, Commander."

But the back of that N7 armor was already toward her and Miranda felt something heavy in her chest.

These days, it seemed she talked more to a dark visor than Shepard.

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Pain meant she was alive.

Ringing filled Shepard’s ears amid the rush of sound and her heart was beating too fast and the light above was enough to make her shield her eyes before she even opened them.

Everything was so white, so sterile.

Cold like her bones.

@thirteenohtoo thinking I’ve settled on not posting it for a while. I look at this in the file and think “trash” but look at it here and think “hmm.”

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Miranda is so goddamned gay. Jesus, open your eyes, girl. You're practically obsessed with figuring out Shepard and we both know it's not just about the success of the mission