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A continuation of this post. Part 3
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As that long-haired guy walks away - his friend onstage called his name, but Steve didn’t catch it - Robin nudges Steve.
“Asshole roadies,” she says, sing-song.
“Get fucked,” Steve says with her.
It’s tradition, that little chant. Every gig, there’s always one venue where someone with far less experience says something. Steve knows he was blunt and probably shouldn’t have said anything with that tone, but after too many times, his patience is exhausted.
He can’t even blame the blunt thing on ASL. If anything, he’s meaner in English.
It makes sense. He knows English a lot better. He and Robin only started taking the ASL classes two years ago, when he really needed it. His left ear had been pretty much gone for a while (fuck you Billy Hargrove for putting ceramic in his scalp), but he sucked it up and started learning when his right ear started going, too.
Honestly, he has no idea what caused that.
Two years of ASL means he and Robin aren’t fluent yet. Not even close. But between that, his residual hearing, and the lip reading he’s relied on for longer, Steve does alright. If he wasn’t at a gig, he’d bring his hearing aids, but that’s a recipe for disaster and broken equipment.
Plus, he’s learned he can’t focus on his job when he hears as well as feels the music.
Robin taps his arm again. You good?
I’m good, he signs back.
They finish setting up before they grab a snack. The venue is pretty tiny, a standing room only place that serves pizza and a few drinks, and that’s it.
The pizza is really good though.
They finish up their slices before they go back to the booth. Robin is particular about not eating around the equipment, and Steve has long given up on fighting her.
Their jobs are pretty easy, in all honesty. The light cues are pre-written, and sound check was an hour ago. All Steve needs to do is hit the cues, and all Robin needs to do is adjust mic levels and turn them on and off as needed.
This leaves plenty of room for a healthy amount of fucking around.
As Robin, always on his right side, starts telling him a story about her friend’s ex’s (who is also her friend, because lesbians are just like that) latest date, Steve watches the crowd file in and nods along.
His mind, however, goes back to that guy. Someone always says something, and it’s always someone new to touring. Steve can just tell. All the rookies do the same thing; they look at the stage with wonder in their eyes. This guy was no different. Just some rookie giving Steve a problem, like always.
Except that this guy was different.
Rookies tended to want to prove themselves. They wanted to show off their fancy knowledge and make it clear that they belonged there along with everyone else who had a career. They wanted to catch Steve off guard, make him thank them for helping him out.
This guy didn’t do that. He was nosy and pushy and pretty and rambled a lot, but he wasn’t trying to be a dick. He was trying to look out for Steve, even if it was none of his business, even if he didn’t know him.
He ended up being a bit dickish, but he wasn’t trying to be. If Steve were a nicer person, he’d think that might count for something.
Steve is trying to be a nicer person, with emphasis on trying.
His watch vibrates, jolting him back to the moment. He lowers the lights, cueing the openers to go on.
The set list, along with Steve’s cues, is in in a binder between him and Robin, lit by a book light with a battery that’ll die at least twice, with their luck.
The first opener is a band Steve has never heard of called “Corroded Coffin.” If they’re any good, he might listen to their music.
Big emphasis on might because he’s not a big fan of metal. Punk has better bass lines, one that Steve likes to feel in his chest.
He hits the cue when they start their opening song, lighting them in reds and purples and-
Oh. Shit.
That guy wasn’t a roadie. He’s part of the opening band. He’s a guitarist.
A really good guitarist.
A really hot guitarist.
Steve is so caught up in stating that he nearly misses the next cue. He doesn’t, though. He’s a professional.
Robin elbows him, and he turns to see her signing. For one hopeful moment, he thinks she’s signing “hungry” and will offer to get them both more of that really good pizza like the wonderful friend she is.
But then she repeats the sign, again and again, and Steve smacks her before hitting the next cue.
“I am not horny!” he whispers, clearly loud enough for Robin to hear through her earplugs because she laughs.
You think he’s hot, she signs.
Steve rolls his eyes.
I’m right! she teases.
Steve faces away from her for the two seconds it takes for her to tug him back.
“Not fair,” she says, and Steve only gets it because it’s light enough to read her lips.
The band has gone through two songs, and the lead singer, a tall Black guy, is saying something to the crowd. Steve hears it just fine with all the mics, but understanding is too much of a struggle to bother.
He doesn’t really care anyway. He likes feeling the music and hearing it with what he has left (his audiologist said it won’t accelerate his hearing loss, so any hearing protection is a waste of money), not listening to whatever the bands have to talk about.
Anything important? he asks Robin.
She shakes her head.
Steve turns back to the stage in time to hit the next cue, casting the band in blue as the guitarist starts playing a really low intro.
Did you hear his name earlier? Steve asks.
Robin says something, but it gets lost in the music and the dim light.
“Hettie?” Steve asks aloud.
Robin shakes her head. Sorry.
She finger spells, messing up once and throwing it out with a wave of her hands.
“Eddie?”
She nods.
Steve hits the next cue and uses the rest of the time to appreciate the view. Eddie really is hot, in his dark jeans and tattered tank top, grin on his face and quick-moving fingers. And Steve has never had a chance to talk to the talent, even if they’re nosy.
But Eddie was nosy because he was worried. It would almost be sweet if it wasn’t so condescending.
He didn’t mean for it to be, the terrible little rational part of Steve’s brain pipes up. And he apologized. Multiple times.
The bigger part of his brain reminds him that it doesn’t matter what Eddie meant it as. Steve effectively tanked any hope when he snapped at him before the show.
Oh God.
He has to do a whole tour with this guy. Who he was a total dick to.
Yikes. At least he has Robin, who is-
Currently staring at him and signing “horny.”
Steve smacks her again, which she laughs at and returns instantly before they focus back on their jobs. They’re professionals, goddammit.
Professionals who are already on less than stellar terms with one of the openers.
He’s so not looking forward to the next few weeks.
Tag list (this is not a regular thing for me but it was manageable this time!): @just-a-tiny-void @weirdandabsurd42 @satan-is-obsessed @honeysucklesinger @coyotepup345 @gayafmermaid @thegingerrapunzel
#ria writes#steddie#steddie ficlet#steve harrington#robin buckley#eddie munson#corroded coffin#hoh steve harrington#rockstar eddie munson#stranger things ficlet#stranger things#st#st ficlet#also squad don’t get used to tag listing#i’m very inconsistent with it#gi;pe au
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Unlikely Couple (Eddie Munson x Reader)
Masterlist
Eddie Munson x Reader (She/Her)
Warnings: None
Synopsis: The gang find Y/N, one of the cheerleaders, also looking for Eddie in the boathouse. But she’s not there for the reason they think.
Y/N notes: Shorter than Eddie
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“Y/N L/N?” Steve said as they saw the cheerleader looking around the boathouse. Y/N jumped and turned to see the group. She shone her torch in their direction.
“HOly shit who the fuck-Steve?… and Robin? What the fuck are you guys doing here?” She whispered angrily. She looked down at Dustin and Max, assessing the whole group.
“W-We’re looking for Eddie Munson.” Robin explained.
“Me too.” Y/N said. Dustin stepped forward.
“No Y/N look he didn’t do it-“
“I know. That’s why I’m trying to find him.” The group stopped, confused. Why would a member of the cheer squad, one of Chrissy’s friends, be defending Eddie?
“Found any clues yet?” Max asked, seeming not as surprised as the others. Y/N shook her head, a worried look on her face.
“No. I just got here though.”
“Let’s look around then.” Steve said.
“Hello? Is anyone home?” Robin called out.
“What a dump.” Dustin mumbled. Steve pulled an oar off of the wall and began jabbing at the tarp in the boat. Dustin pulled a face at him.
“What are you doing?” The younger one asked.
“He might be in here.” Steve calmly replied, continuing to jab.
“So take the tarp off!”
“If you’re so brave, you take the tarp off!”
“Hey.” Max called. “Look over here.” Wrappers of snacks laid about on a table.
“Maybe he heard us?” Robin suggested. “Got spooked and ran?”
“Don’t worry. Steve will get him with his oar.” Dustin said sarcastically.
“I know you think you’re being funny Henderson but considering everyone in the room, apart from Y/N, has nearly died a hundred times, personally, I don’t find it funny in the slight-“
Suddenly Eddie jumped out and pushed Steve to the wall. A broken beer bottle to his throat. Everyone immediately panicked trying to calm Eddie down.
“Eddie!” Y/N called out. He spotted her, expression softening.
“Y-Y/N?” His voice wobbled. Y/N began taking small slow steps towards him.
“It’s okay. We’re here to help.” She began to lift a hand up. The bottle was slowly coming down. Y/N took it off him and he let go of Steve, giving him a moment to slither away to the group. “You okay?”
Eddie hugged her tight, Y/N immediately hugging back.
“Huh. I had no idea they were friends.” Robin commented, pleasantly surprised. The group watched as Y/N held the sides of Eddie’s face and pulled him down for a soft kiss. “oooooor maybe more.”
“You guys should have caught on ages ago.” Max rolled her eyes.
“Y/N, you’re going out with Eddie Munson?” Steve asked, needing conformation before he fully believed it. The couple pulled away, turning to the others.
“Surprise?” Y/N awkwardly chuckled.
“H-How long have you guys been together?” Robin further questioned. Dustin and Max huffed, knowing that there were more important things to focus on right now.
“Like halfway through the last school year?” Y/N looked up at Eddie and he nodded in agreement.
“Damn well you two sure know how to keep a secret.”
“Eddie, what happened?” Dustin asked. The panic ran back into Eddie’s face. Y/N held his hand tight.
“You won’t believe me.”
“Try us.”
#eddie munson#reader x Eddie Munson#eddie munson x reader#stranger things#stranger things season four#stranger things x reader#stranger things season 4
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The Lost Sister - Part 4
Synopsis: Xaden is known as an only child due to his sister who 'died' during the Rebellion. Little do they know she didn't die and has been so close this entire time.
Garrick Tavis x OC
A/N: We all know I couldn't not throw some Imogen tension in there. I do apologise if the fighting stuff isn’t good, I found it hard to convey what I wanted but I think I got there in the end. I also went on a binge write yesterday and have a few parts written up. Let me know if you want to be on the tag list at all.
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I squint into the early morning sun with the rest of the quadrant, listening to the names of the seventy one people who did not make it across the parapet yesterday. Violet and Rhiannon who are next to me as they read out the name ‘Dylan’. He must have been someone they had met before crossing the parapet.
Today we are all dressed in riders black, with a single silver star and fourth wing patch signalling my year and wing. As I look around, us first years did not waste any time in altering our uniforms to suit us. I don’t think I see a single stock uniform in the crowd.
As the sun shifts in the sky I am able to see properly. I feel a familiar feeling and look up to see Garrick staring at me from his place atop the stairs of the rotunda next to Xaden. Despite what they said last night, I had not seen either of them again that night. Clearly whatever they spoke about took longer than they thought. When our eyes meet he smiles at me but it quickly disappears as I feel a different feeling wash over me. I turn my head to see Imogen glaring at me. A second year in my squad. I had met her a few times during the rebellion, but I never knew her well.
“Why does it look like she wants to kill you already?” Violet whispers to me as she looks between Imogen and I.
Imgoen glances over at Violet before turning her head back to the front of the Rotunda as they finish reading out the death roll for the day.
”I wish I knew.” I whisper back as Dain starts telling us to head to our class and something about remembering our schedule.
She nods her head before leading the way to our first class of the day which is somewhere on the fourth floor of the academic wing. I really should have taken better note of my schedule.
By the time we get to the gym after lunch, I feel like my brain is about to explode with the amount of information I’ve taken in today. But I am thankful for the training Melgren had given me over the years. Most of it was in the books I had already read. I just had to apply it in a different scenario. His training really had prepared me for the riders quadrant. Almost as if he was setting me up for success. As we walk into the gym, most of the second and third years are already here and waiting for us. I immediately meet Garrick and Xadens eyes across the room, as if they were waiting for me to walk in. I follow my squad and stand around one of the mats as Professor Emetterio walks onto the mat. As he turns to face the crowd his eyes meet me and widen, almost as if he was shocked to see me here despite having been a part of some of my training with Melgren. Obviously Melgren had not mentioned his intentions with my training or who I really was. His eyes wander to the mark on my neck and now exposed arm with a questioning look. This doesnt go unnoticed by Garrick or Xaden either who look concerned at the brief interaction between us.
As each match ends, Emetterio calls up the next pair. Randomly selecting people from different years and wings. The only ones we are truly safe from are our own squad mates. Squad mates are not allowed to kill each other. A sickening crack rings around the room as Jack Barlowe snaps the next of a first year whose name I have not yet learnt. The only reason I know Jack’s is due to Violet and Battle Brief earlier today. A class where I had felt Garrick’s eyes constantly on me, but had refused to meet. Emetterio points a finger at Imogen, and my heart drops thinking I will be picked next. Her eyes had also been on me all day, and not in a good way. This girl had it out for me. Lucky for me but unlucky for Violet, I am not picked. But Violet is no match for her. Not even a minute later Imogen has broken her arm. Dain is at her side and taking her to the Healers Quadrant before I can even move.
I look up to see Emetterio pointing to me and his other finger at Xaden. “Lets see what you Riorson siblings can do.”
The gym goes quiet at his words. For the second time since I’ve arrived here Garrick goes to start forward and is stopped by Xaden’s arm. He immediately whips his head towards Xaden with a glare. A glare Xaden returns without skipping a beat. I can tell the words he gives to Garrick are stern. Garrick just nods his head and steps back. Xaden and I take our spots on opposite sides of the mat, the whole gym going quiet in anticipation.
I don’t need to look around to know all eyes are on us. The Riorson siblings. The commanding wing leader, and the one thought to be dead. Behind Xaden, Garrick’s eyes are on me but I don’t raise my gaze from Xaden’s. I do notice Imogen make her way around the edge to stand next to him.
Xaden and I start to circle each other. I know Xaden’s fighting style. I watched him train with our father, as well as Garrick and Bodhi. But he has no idea how I fight. To his knowledge I had no combat training other than run and hide. All he knows is I’m quick with some daggers after last night. Xaden makes the first move, rushing forward to make a grab for me, but I duck and roll to side while landing a kick to the back of his knee causing him to stumble before he turns back to me. This time I’m the first to move. He goes to block my attack but I duck to side again and land a punch to his ribs. I use the small window I have to place another stronger kick to his knee knocking him to the ground in a kneeling stance. As he goes to the ground I bring up my other foot and place a kick to the side of his head. I should probably go easier on my brother, but he’s underestimated me and I want, no need to prove what I have learnt. I can’t let him, Bodhi and Garrick treat me like the little girl they once knew.
Xaden is now kneeling with his hands on the mat trying to right himself. I raise my leg again to push him down by his back but he swings an arm out knocking my legs out from me. Sending me down down to the mat, my back hitting it with a loud smack. He goes to make a move I’ve seen him do many times in the past. As he leans down to put me into a hold I hook my legs around his neck and flip him so he’s face down on the mat. I twist and put pressure on his neck. He might be stronger than me, but the way I have twisted makes it hard for him to breathe if he moves too much. But he still his best to get out of the hold. I shift my stance as best I can to make an arch in his back, making him look towards to roof. 30 seconds later he taps the mat. He yields.
As soon as I release him from the hold the gym comes back to life with chatter and fights starting up. It appears the whole gym stopped to watch our match. As Xaden stands he holds his hand out to help me up which I happily take.
”You’re definitely not the little sister I use to know.” He says with a smile as he looks down at me. “I might even need to thank Melgren for the training he gave you.”
”That guy does not need his ego inflated more than it is. Please don’t.” Causing Xaden to laugh.
Foot steps to my left pull me from the moment with Xaden and we both look to see Emetterio looking at us.
”Definitely not how I expected that to go. I expect good things out of you Ophelia.” He says before walking off to observe the other matches.
As the next pairing for our mat makes their way over Xaden and I make our way off the mat towards Garrick and Imogen, and Bodhi who must have made his way over during our match. Bodhi and Garrick are beaming at me. Obviously happy I had just kicked Xaden’s butt on the mat. Imgoen on the other hand looks even more pissed than she has all day at me. As we get to them she huffs and storms off back to our squad.
”What’s her problem?” I ask the boys as I watch her pink hair disappear into the crowd.
The boys all share a knowing look which has me raising an eyebrow at them. Clearly all in on something I’m not.
”Probably just feels threatened by you. You’ve clearly shown you’re a fighter to contend with. She’s always boasted about being one of the better female fighters here.” Bodhi states.
”Right.” I am not even remotely convinced by his words. The glares she’s been sending me all day suggest other wise.
I turn to face the mats and watch the other matches, Garrick moving to stand next to me. Almost as if pulled to my by gravity. He’s presence is comforting and I look up and see him smiling down at me.
”Not gonna lie, was kinda hot watching you take you’re brother down like that.” He says to me as he winks at me making my heart skip a beat as he stares intently into my eyes.
”You did not just call my sister hot!” Xaden nearly shouts from the other side of me at Garrick, causing Garrick and Bodhi to burst into fits of laughter as I turn bright red.
I feel the all too familiar set of eyes on me and look over to see Imogen glaring at me. As Garrick places his hand on my shoulder as he responds to Xaden, it almost looks as if she starts shaking with anger. Something tells me in the next few weeks her and I are going to end up on that mat together. And it won’t be pretty.
Part 5
@riorgail @going-through-shit
#fourth wing#fourth wing fanfic#violet sorrengail#xaden riorson#garrick tavis x reader#garrick tavis#the fourth wing#the empyrean
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Wrapping up the year of 2023! Can you believe? I want to say a great big thank you to the writers on this list for providing such rich stories to get lost in in this whirlwind of a year. I wish I could have read more.
You lovelies know what to do, heed all the warnings, read what you like and share what you love!!
Happy Reading!
2023 reading list | fic rec masterlist
Dividers provided by @firefly-graphics
Bucky Barnes
To Have and To Hold series by @indyluckycharlie
Chapters 6-9
Love and obligation. How can you serve one and still save the other? Mafia AU.
Warnings: Dark themes. Threats and portrayals of violence, including murder and assault. There are references to but no depictions of noncon. Violent and abusive acts are directed at the reader, but not by Bucky. There is also betrayal, controlling/abusive behavior, death of loved ones/main characters, grief, LOTS of angst, a little bit of fluff, nonexplicit s.mut and sexual references.
Hold Me Down by @flordeamatista
Passionate dusk pleasure covers you both with lust, spilling its mist through the night. bull rider!bucky barnes x heiress!reader
warnings: best friends to lovers, ranch hand Bucky who works for reader's family, fluff, angst, smut (riding Bucky) soft kisses, nickname- Sweetheart
Hopelessly Devoted by @firefly-in-darkness
You visited the Harvest Festival and your boyfriend, James 'Bucky' Barnes surprised you.
Warnings: none, fluffy lovey dovey stuff.
Wild Flowers at Sunset by @princessmisery666
Bucky uses an inopportune time to let you know how he feels about you.
Warnings/Genres/Troupes: confident reader, Bucky being cocky (that’s a warning), sex work mentioned, prelude to smut, love confession.
Insatiable by @jobean12-blog
Bucky will never tolerate any harm coming to you and he will do anything to protect you. Vampire AU
Warnings: soft sweetness, mentions of b-l-oo-d, fi-g-e-r-in-g, p-in-v, Vampire!Bucky bc he's just so hot lol
Dean Winchester
Stay series by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior
Parts 1 & 2
Y/N knows what she's doing is wrong, but she doesn't want to let it go.
Warnings: Cheating. (warning provided in each chapter)
Run Away With Me by @deanwinchesterswitch
Timing is everything.
Warnings: None
I Promised, Too by @deanwinchesterswitch
A promise given is a promise kept.
Warnings: Language; Canon typical injuries; Implied sex
When the Stars Love You by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior
Dean belongs in the starlight.
Warnings/Explicit 18+: Nothing really. Implied smut, angst, fluff.
Home by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior
Dean comes home.
Warnings: None. Major fluff. Angst if you squint.
Wish by @thoughtslikeaminefield
You want it to be love — but it isn’t. You want him — but you can’t have him. So you don’t want anything.
Warnings: sepia-toned angst ™ @boondoctorwho, not my typical Dean, mentions of alcohol, adult language, mentions of sexual activity
Meeting In the Darkness by @princessmisery666
You forgive Dean for what he did when he had black eyes but he can’t forgive himself.
Warnings/Genres/Troupes: angst, blood, implied torture, Demon!Dean, MOC!Dean, unresolved angst.
Get Stuffed by @zepskies
Dean enjoys the way you cook Christmas dinner with a Latin flair, even if Sam likes to tease him about his insatiable appetite. You remind Sam about the true reason behind one of Dean’s biggest quirks.
Tags/Warnings: Fluff, innuendo, tinge of angst
Sam Winchester
Sam is Wearing Green Today by @princessmisery666
Purely self-indulgent fluffy Sam appreciation.
Warnings/Genres/Troupes: fluff.
Run Away With Me by @deanwinchesterswitch
He can’t let go.
Warnings: None
Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw & Jake "Hangman" Seresin
Live in my memory, You'll always be there by @princessmisery666
Not long after moving to San Diego with your fiancé, Jake, he’s declared missing in action. The Dagger Squad rallies around you as you grieve his loss, and you grow closer to one particular member of the team than you ever imagined.
Warnings/Genres/Troupes: angst, character death mentioned, grief, fluff, unexpected love, smut, loss of parents (mentioned).
Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester
Don't Speak series by @hoboal87
In the Spring of 1905 the Winchesters, working a case in London, set the sights on Y/N, and decide to make her theirs.
Series Warnings: *Rape/Non-Con, Dub-Con, Historical AU, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, Wincest, smut, Stockholm Syndrome, violence, humiliation/degradation, sexual assault. Assume all warnings will apply to each part.
Imagine: You Are Dean's One Exception by @zepskies
Request: ...what about Sam having a crush on Dean's gf? How would he react to that...
#just a girl reading fics#bucky barnes x reader#dean winchester x reader#sam winchester x reader#bradley bradshaw x reader x jake seresin#dean x reader x sam
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Narrative Frameworks in Only Friends
Something I have been tracking as part of the ongoing discussions about Only Friends is the use of the narrative framework for each episode.
So, I’m making this list specifically for tracking purposes, to note which framework was used for which episodes, if they repeat, and what they may be paying homage to. The goal is to update it every week. Due to suggestions, I am also tracking the end credit scenes, as well as any specific visual or audio formats used in the episodes.
Frameworks so far:
1. Voiceovers: gives the audience specific insight into a characters thoughts and feelings; also a great way to provide exposition. It’s more of an audio than visual framework, as we don’t always see the character doing the voice-over because it plays over other scenes.
2. “Talking Heads” (is there a better descriptor for this?): The characters talk directly to the camera, interview/documentary style. We get to see exactly how they feel about a given moment because they are reacting to it at that time. Audio and visual. Homage to Love8009 (per P'Jojo).
3. Social Media (ft The Artist Formerly Known as Twitter as well as Instagram): Not as insightful as the other two frameworks but does give context and a way for interaction, commentary, and exposition on a given plot. Visual. Probable homage to Together With Me, one of the first spicy BLs starring our kings, MaxTul.
Episode 1
Framework: Voiceover
Title: What’s Your Role in a Bar?
Narrator: Mew
Visual Moment: Yellow title cards listing everyone's "roles" as well as the month and days of the week in episode one (homage to SKAM Norway? Open to thoughts on this)
End Credit Shot: Mew sitting on the floor in front of his fish tank
Episode 2
Framework: Talking Heads
Title: M.F.M My Favorite Man
Narrator: Everyone
Visual Moment: The talking heads scenes
End Credit Shot: Ray driving
Episode 3
Framework: Social Media (Twitter and Instagram)
Title: What Am I to You?
Narrator: Nick and Boston
Audible Moment: Nick listening to the TopBoston sex audio
End Credit Shot: Nick listening to TopBoston sex audio
Episode 4
Framework: Voiceover
Title: Emergency Contact
Narrator: Ray
Visual Moment: The flashback of RayMew is in 4:3 ratio; meaning it looks like recorded footage versus a memory
End Credit Shot: Ray driving (repeat from episode 2)
Episode 5:
Framework: Voiceover
Title: The Extra Hour
Narrator: Sand
Visual Moment: Intro and Outro are animated; black and white (made me think of the Take on Me MV by A-ha but I’m open to suggestions on what this might be referring to)
End Credit Shot: Sand driving his motorcycle
Episode 6:
Framework: None
Title: Happy Fucking Birthday
Narrator: None
Audible Moment: Ray listens to the TopBoston sex audio; Mew plays the TopBoston sex audio for Top
Visual Moment: Top draws Mew sleeping/gives Mew a book of drawings he did of Mew
End Credit Shot: Top in his bathtub alone looking angsty
If anyone can think of anything else to add, please let me know! If you would like to be tagged in this post or any other meta, let me know and I’ll add you.
Tagging the Ephemerality Squad: @lurkingshan, @waitmyturtles, @wen-kexing-apologist, @chickenstrangers, @ranchthoughts, @twig-tea, @clara-maybe-ontheroad, @distant-screaming
Apologies to anyone I forgot!
#only friends the series#only friends meta#thai bl#THIS WEEK WAS SUPER INTERESTING#NO REAL NARRATOR AND NO FRAMEWORK????#Is it because everyone say the quiet parts out loud??
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Infectious
TBB & Fem!Reader
Chapter 2: Trouble Fitting In
Summary: You're completing your final practicum on Kamino as part of the experimental non-clone Combat Medic program. After graduating top of your class, and being inducted into the prestigious 407th Medic Unit, you get assigned to Clone Force 99. Neither of you are excited to be working together and tensions run high. However, those tensions dissipate when the Bad Batch unexpectedly falls ill while on a covert mission. Running against an unknown clock, it’s up to you to figure out what’s causing the illness before it ultimately kills you all.
Pairings: TBB & Fem!Reader
Characters: Kix, Hunter, Echo, Crosshair, Wrecker, Tech, Tungst (OC), Brett (OC), Drip (OC), Gloss (OC), Rift (OC)
Tags & Warnings: platonic, BAMF fem!reader, enemies to friends, lots of sass, humor, tension, action, angst, hurt/comfort, canon typical violence, mild suggestive themes, explicit medical descriptions (ie: blood, bodily fluids, needles, procedures, etc), tbb whump (later chapters)
Word Count: 5.8k
Author's Notes: This chapter was so much fun to write! The gif will make sense after you read the chapter, but I couldn't help myself. No TBB whump yet, still working on the setup. I believe in strong setups that make the exciting part more rewarding. Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list. As always, please enjoy 💚
Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3
As you walk with your new squad through the halls of Kamino, you can’t help but shift your eyes to each member as they chat amongst themselves. You follow behind them, listening intently, and waiting for a moment to remind them that you’re still here, but the moment doesn’t come. The five clone brothers talk to each other as if you don’t exist, and you’re not quite sure if they are doing it on purpose or if they really are that absentminded about your presence.
You imagine this treatment is to be expected, at least a little bit. Clones are very familial and protective of each other, so attempting to fit in with an established squad is not the easiest of tasks. However, you want to show Kix that you can assimilate yourself into the most closed-off clone squadron the GAR has ever created and survive. You decide to take a less aggressive approach and see what comes of it. It isn’t the best plan, but you have to start somewhere.
When you reach their barracks, and Hunter opens the door, your nose is immediately assaulted by a pungent odor that churns your stomach. You try not to take any deep breaths as you peer into the dimly lit room. You wiggle your nose as you adjust to the smell and scan around the room. There are four bunks, each one distinguished out of the others with personal belongings and, well, junk. There’s also a hammock in the corner, and a couch across from the center table.
The group of clones walk over to their respective bunks and put their things down. You’re not sure how Wrecker sleeps in his bunk, considering the amount of garbage on it, or Tech for that matter, with all the wires and things poking out. Hunter and Crosshair’s bunks are the cleanest out the bunch, and closer to standard regulation. Which means the hammock must belong to Echo. You add notes to your squad mate's mental profiles as you continue to observe them.
However, standing alone at the entrance of their barracks and simply watching has now become very awkward for you. They all seem to have routines and you are most definitely not a part of any of them, or even have one of your own to start doing. You’re used to the barracks pods for the cadets, not a full barracks room. You wait patiently for your new commanding officer to tell you what to do or where to put your stuff, but he seems to be concerned with other things.
Unable to stand the blatant disregard of your presence any longer, you clear your throat in an attempt to gain some attention. No one seems to hear or notice you, so you try again with the same lackluster results. To these clones, ignorance must be bliss. You sigh and decide to take the direct approach as you walk over to Hunter, who is sitting on his bunk with his data-pad in hand.
“Sergeant,” you say.
“Medic,” Hunter says without looking up from what he is doing.
“Where should I put my personal belongings?” you ask.
“Wherever you want,” he answers with a dismissive wave of his fingers. He puts the data-pad down, bends over to pick up a box next to his bunk, and gets up to walk towards the table in the middle of the room.
“Understood, sir,” you say while following him to the table.
He sits down on the bench seat and places the box on the table. He pulls out his DC-17 blaster, opens the cleaning kit, and takes the contents out. “Something else?” he asks as he begins to disassemble his blaster.
You fidget with your fingers before asking the other important question. “Where is my bunk?”
Hunter puts his blaster down, turns his head to look at you, and raises an eyebrow. “Who said you were sleeping here?”
“Well, I thought–”
“You thought, now did you?” Hunter chides. “Well, think again, kid.”
“But, I’m part of the squad!” you argue. Yes, the place smells horrible, but these men are supposed to be your new family. You can’t sleep somewhere else. That doesn’t make any sense. That’s not how squad assimilation works.
“You might be part of this squad,” Hunter begins, “but that doesn’t mean I have to like you, trust you, or want you here.”
“Give her a break, Hunter,” Echo says as he walks over and sits down at the table.
Hunter rolls his eyes. “Must you always have an opinion?”
Echo rolls his eyes in return. “Must you always be so dogmatic?” Echo turns to look at you. “You can take the couch.”
“You can’t just give her the couch!” Hunter exclaims.
“Any objections?” Echo asks as he looks around the room at the three other clones.
“It will not be an issue with me,” Tech says with a shrug of his shoulders.
“As long as I get to sit on it during the day-cycle, I don’t care,” Wrecker hurls back loudly from his bunk.
“Not my problem,” Crosshair sneers as he narrows his eyes and stares into your soul.
You shiver at his cold glare, unsure of what you did to make him dislike you this much.
Echo gives Hunter an, I told you so, side eye and Hunter rolls his eyes again while crossing his arms in defeat. Echo gestures for you to make yourself comfortable on the couch, and you give him a small nod and smile as thanks. After listening to them argue over you, twice now, you’re not really sure who’s actually in charge of this squad, Hunter or Echo. However, Echo seems to be the most reasonable of the bunch and your biggest supporter, if you can even call it support.
“Get yourself settled,” Echo says. “Then we’ll hit the mess hall for some lunch.”
You do as he says and walk over to the couch. You place your duffel down next to it and sit down on one of the cushions, bouncing on it a little to feel out your new bunk. It’s a little softer than the barracks pods, which is nice, but there are no sheets, pillows, or even a blanket to be found. You look around the room to see if you can find any spares, but it’s hard to locate anything with all of the junk lying around. You surmise that you’ll have to find a pillow elsewhere.
You open your duffle and pull out a few personal items, but then quickly realize you have nowhere to put them. You look at what’s around the room and figure one of the crates can make a decent table to put your stuff on. You get up and find the closest one, pressing your full weight against it to push it over to the couch. As you begin to move the crate across the floor, you can feel their gazes shift to you. It’s like they’re waiting for you to trip or ask for help, but you don’t.
The crate proves heavier than you expect, and you wonder what is possibly inside of it. Their stares become unnerving as you push the crate into place next to the couch and you let out a small grunt with the last push. You pant softly at the exertion, but recover in a few seconds. Now that you have a place to put your things, you kneel on the ground and continue to pull your belongings out of your duffel, including a photo of you and your parents from when you were younger.
“Who’s that?” Wrecker asks as he bends over to look at the photo.
You startle at his sudden presence looming over you, but regain your composure and turn your head to look up at him. “My parents,” you say with a fond smile.
“Woah,” Wrecker says with awe. “You have parents?”
You chuckle at the innocent question. Clones are definitely fascinating people to be around. Grown in test tubes, they are motherless ten year olds stuffed into adult bodies with built-in programming to be fearless and loyal soldiers. Of course he wants to know about your parents, because he’s never had any of his own.
You sigh. “I had parents.”
“What do you mean, had?” Wrecker asks.
“They’re dead,” you say flatly while pulling more things out of your duffle.
“Oh,” Wrecker says. He straightens up and rubs the back of his neck. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s no big deal,” you reassure him. “They’ve been dead for a while now. That’s why I came all the way out here.” You trail the rest of your words into a soft whisper. “To find a new family.”
“Well, we don’t have parents either,” Wrecker says in an attempt to make you feel better. He grins. “You can be part of our family if you want.”
You half-smile at his kind words, but he seems to be the only one who shares the sentiment. The resounding silence and side glances after Wrecker’s remark tells you everything you need to know about your place in the squad. You sigh. You really did want a family, one that you could call your own, but it seems too far out of reach now. Hunter made it clear he’s going to keep you at arms length, and you understand the resistance, to a point, but their shunning still hurts.
“Thanks, Wrecker,” you say. “That’s a very nice offer.”
As Wrecker moves back towards his bunk, you finish pulling the rest of your things out of your duffle and place them all neatly on the crate. Happy with your little nook of a home, you plop yourself onto the couch, lean your head back, and take a deep breath. The smell of the barracks seems to be growing on you, albeit not by choice, but at least it doesn’t make you want to vomit anymore. You close your eyes and wonder if things will get better or worse from here on out.
After a couple hours of awkward silence in the barracks, it’s time for lunch. You trail behind your squad down the corridors and toward the mess hall in silence, again. They converse amongst themselves just like before, and never give you a moment to say anything or interject your own thoughts. They aren’t dull conversations either, so you listen with interest at their choice of words and the way they speak to each other, continuing to add to your mental profiles.
You sit down at the mess hall table with your squad and the silence is even worse. No talking, only eating. You pick at your food while remembering back to when you were a kid and ate meals with your parents at the table. The three of you always talked about how your days went and anything exciting that happened. You remember there was always laughter at the table. Laughter and love. Even the clone cadets had more conversations with you than these guys.
“Hey, Civvy!” Tungst calls as he approaches your table with his food tray.
Speaking of cadets. You groan at the sound of your awful name, but are happy to see a friendly face.
“You found out my name, huh?” you ask while twirling your fork around in boredom.
“News travels fast around here,” Tungst says as he sits down next to you, ignoring your squad mates who are also sitting at the table.
“Where’s the rest of the squad?” you ask as you peer around your shoulders.
“They’re coming,” Tungst says. He takes a bite. “They had a few things to finish up in the barracks.”
“Care to introduce the reg?” Hunter asks as he points with his utensil at the cadet who is clearly ignoring them. Tungst narrows his eyes at the sergeant and Hunter stares back, displaying equal animosity.
“Oh, yeah,” you feel embarrassed that you forgot to introduce him to your new squad. “Clone Force 99, meet Tungst and Tungst, meet Clone Force 99. He’s one of my friends from training.”
“Pleasure,” Tungst answers curtly.
“Is this the clone who’s anatomy you know so well?” Crosshair asks with a devious smirk from across the table.
“Cross,” Echo whispers in warning. “Don’t.”
You cough and almost choke on your food as your face turns red with mortification. Not this again. Why is this even a topic of discussion? You swear that Crosshair’s only goal in life is to make you uncomfortable. His words make you angry, however, you breathe and calm yourself. It’s not worth getting upset about and you figure that as long as you don’t feed into his antics, then the buck will stop there. You have to be the bigger person when it comes to Crosshair.
Tungst slams his fist on the table. “Care to explain what you mean by that?”
You flinch at the sudden loud noise. Oh no. He took the bait. You know this is not going to end well.
“Perhaps, I’m mistaken,” Crosshair mocks. “Maybe it was the commander instead. That’s how she became so popular, isn’t it?”
“I highly doubt the commander would trade preferential treatment for sexual favors,” Tech explains.
You can’t believe he said that. Why did he say it so loudly? You look around to see if anyone heard the scandalous remarks, but you don’t see anyone staring. However, you feel like everyone is now silently judging you. You place your head in your hands to hide your embarrassment, even though you have nothing to be embarrassed about. There were no 'favors' exchanged for your success. Everything you earned was won through blood, sweat, and tears.
Tungst shoots up from the bench seat in anger. “Don’t talk about her like that!”
“Tungst,” you gently tug on his arm, trying to get him to calm down before things escalate. “It’s okay, really. You don’t–”
“No, it’s not okay,” Tungst says as he looks down at your red face. “They’re making you sound like some sort of tramp.”
"If the stamp fits," Crosshair smirks.
Tungst scrunches his nose with indignation. “You son of a–”
“No one’s saying anything like that,” Hunter interjects as he takes a sip of his drink. “It’s just some friendly banter.”
“You rejects, have a funny way of being friendly,” Tungst scoffs.
“Are you picking a fight, reg?” Crosshair challenges as he flicks his toothpick away and stands up.
Wrecker pops up from his food tray. “Someone say fight?”
“Maybe, I am,” Tungst says. He leans over the table to get closer to Crosshair’s face. “If you don’t leave her alone, then maybe we should fight.”
“She belongs to us now,” Crosshair says with a cynical smile, reveling in the rise he’s getting out of the cadet. “We can do whatever we want with her.”
“That’s it!” Tungst yells, then jumps over the table to dive towards Crosshair.
The two clones tussle on the ground, trading blows at each other's faces and kicking each other’s torsos. A few seconds later, you see the other cadets from Tungst’s squad arrive and engage in fisticuffs with the other members of Clone Force 99. Echo, the last one still sitting at the table, rubs his fingers against his forehead and sighs before getting up and punching some poor cadet’s lights out. Soon, the entire mess hall of clones joins in on the violent festivities.
You wince as you watch the unruly sight before you, and you try to move out of the way of the flailing body parts. You are all for aggression when needed, but this massive brawl is just idiotic. You remember the stories you were told about Clone Force 99, and you know them all to be true now. You contemplate whether to join the fight or to stop it, but you’re torn between your cadet friends and your new squad. Whose side do you pick? Do you even need to choose a side?
Unfortunately, the decision is made for you when a softball sized fist collides with the right side of your face. You let out a loud feminine cry at the hit and the commotion comes to a dead stop. Everyone looks at you while you hold the side of your face as it contorts in pain. You don’t know who threw the punch, and you don’t care. You spit some blood onto the floor and lift your face up, staring dizzily at the clones in front of you until you find the one you’re looking for.
“Permission to leave, sir,” you stammer out before spitting more blood onto the floor.
Hunter looks at you with his first glimpse of real emotion and nods. “Permission granted.”
As you turn to exit the mess hall, Tungst runs after you. “Civvy, wait!”
You turn around and put up your hand to stop him. “Please, just leave me alone right now.”
“I’m sorry,” he says with slumped shoulders.
You take a deep breath and leave to return to the barracks to take care of your injury. You stop by one of the refreshers on the way back to check yourself in the mirror. Looking around, there doesn't seem to be anyone else in it. You push your stomach against the sink and lean towards the mirror, opening your mouth to get a better look. There’s not much you can see through all the blood, so you painfully swish some water around and spit it into the sink to try and clear it out.
“Want some help with that?” Kix asks while leaning against the side wall, medpack in hand.
You startle for a second, and whip your head around, but then relax when you realize it's just Kix.
“I heard about some friendly fire in the mess hall," Kix says apologetically. "You okay?"
You turn back towards the mirror and sigh. “Yeah.”
Your voice sounds like you have cotton balls stuffed in your cheeks and Kix chuckles at it. You lift yourself up to sit onto the edge of the sink counter to give him a good angle to examine your mouth. He places the medpack on the counter beside you, puts on a pair of sterile gloves, and pulls out a small light. You open your mouth as wide as you can and tilt your head side-to-side to give him the room he needs to look around.
“That’s a really nice laceration you’ve got on the inside of your cheek,” he notes as he inspects the inside of your mouth. “Must've bit it pretty hard.” He pokes around a little more and you wince as he touches it. “But, no broken or loose teeth, and no jaw dislocation, so that’s good.”
You let out a sigh of relief and adjust your jaw as Kix removes his hand from your mouth. While he throws his gloves away and opens the medpack to grab the bacta spray, you lean back against the mirror, close your eyes, and let a few tears escape. When he faces you again, to apply the bacta spray, the tears don’t go unnoticed. He puts the spray down and turns away to lean back against the counter, still looking at you through the mirror from across the refresher.
“Those aren’t tears of pain, are they?” he asks.
You shake your head and more tears come out as you lift your hands to cover your face in shame. You're a Combat Medic of the GAR. You’re a medic trained for combat. You’re not allowed to cry. You’re not allowed to show emotion. You’re not allowed to be fragile. But, the best day of your life is suddenly turning into the worst day of your life, and you’re struggling to process it. You want a repeat, a do-over, anything to keep from being in the present, so you cry.
“It’s okay,” Kix soothes, still facing away from you. “You can let it all out here with me.”
“Why?” you ask through muddled tears. “Why did you assign me to them? They want nothing to do with me!”
Kix sighs and turns back around to look you in the eyes. “You're my best medic, you know that right?”
You nod your head in agreement.
“And I need my best medic for my toughest cases, don’t I?” Kix continues.
You nod your head in agreement again.
“Well, Clone Force 99 is that toughest case," Kix explains. "I gave you this assignment because I know you’re the only one who can handle it. You’re the only one who can handle them. You’re tough, clone tough. You can play their game and win.”
You move your puffy eyes to look at him and mumble out a small, “Really?” You wonder if this is what Kix was trying to tell you after graduation, before Hunter interrupted your conversation.
“Yes, really,” Kix chuckles at your garbled speech. “I know it won’t be easy, but I need you to be exactly who you are, no more and no less. Let who you are change them, not the other way around.”
You sniffle one more time, wipe your tears away, and nod your head. Maybe this is what you need to hear. That this assignment isn’t an accident, a punishment, or a cruel joke. Maybe, just maybe, Kix is right and you are what Clone Force 99 needs. You’re a tough combat medic that takes no lip from anyone and will sass your way into their squad and force them to listen to you. You reinvigorate yourself with your thoughts and nod at Kix, this time with more sincerity.
“Good,” Kix says. “Now, let's get an icepack on that cheek of yours before you grow a second face.”
You giggle at the joke, but the stretching of your jaw muscles gives you the worst pain imaginable.
“Oops,” Kix says. “Sorry. Bacta spray first, then ice pack.”
After you finish up with Kix in the refresher, you continue your original journey to Clone Force 99’s barracks. You hold the ice pack to your cheek and ponder your conversation with Kix. He really is the best commander you could ask for and he always gives the best advice. You now feel a sense of pride in the fact that Kix entrusted you with his most difficult case. Going forward, you are determined not to let anything your new squad says or does deter you from your mission.
You make your way into the barracks and sit down on your couch-bunk. You pull out your data-pad with one hand, while holding the ice pack with the other. Being an official Combat Medic means you also have access to your squad's medical files. You think now, while you’re alone, is the best time to go through their files and learn about their individual medical needs. Clone Force 99 is full of enhanced experimental clones, so you need to pay extra attention.
You pull up Hunter’s file first and start reading.
CT-9901 Alias: Hunter - Experimental Unit Clone Force 99
Developmental Progression: Normal rate of change
Embryonic attachment: Unremarkable
Infancy stage markers: Normal
Early Adolescence stage markers: Normal
Puberty stage markers: Abnormal
Late Adolescence stage markers: Abnormal
Adult stage markers: Normal
Developmental Notes: Tendency to be overstimulated
Genetic Mutation Progression: Normal rate of change
Heightened Smell: Positive
Heightened Taste: Positive
Heightened Hearing: Positive
Heightened Touch: Positive
Heightened Awareness: Positive
Accelerated Regeneration: Negative
Genetic Notes: Ability to sense electromagnetic fields was unexpected
Medical Notice:
Prone to migraines
Prone to sinus infections
Prone to ear infections
Prone to mood swings
“Ah, so he’s not moody on purpose,” you nod as you connect a few dots and then move onto Tech’s file.
CT-9902 Alias: Tech - Experimental Unit Clone Force 99
Developmental Progression: Normal rate of change
Embryonic attachment: Unremarkable
Infancy stage markers: Normal
Early-adolescence stage markers: Abnormal
Puberty stage markers: Normal
Late-adolescence stage markers: Normal
Adult stage markers: Abnormal
Developmental Notes: Tendency for isolation and delayed speech capabilities
Genetic Mutation Progression: Normal rate of change
Increased neural density: Positive
Increased neurotransmitters: Positive
Increased neural plasticity: Positive
Increased frontal lobe activity: Positive
Increased dexterity: Positive
Increased linguistics: Negative
Genetic Notes: Loss of normal vision fields was unexpected
Medical Notice:
Prone to insomnia
Prone to tension headaches
Prone to cataracts
Prone to macular degeneration
“Lovely,” you add the information to your mental notebook before moving onto Wrecker’s file.
CT-9903 Alias: Wrecker - Experimental Unit Clone Force 99
Developmental Progression: Abnormal rate of change
Embryonic attachment: Unremarkable
Infancy stage markers: Abnormal
Early-adolescence stage markers: Abnormal
Puberty stage markers: Normal
Late-adolescence stage markers: Abnormal
Adult stage markers: Abnormal
Developmental Notes: Tendency to be clingy
Genetic Mutation Progression: Normal rate of change
Increased muscle density: Positive
Increased muscle elasticity: Positive
Increased ligaments and tendons: Positive
Increased body mass: Positive
Increased oxygen retention: Positive
Decreased sustenance requirement: Negative
Genetic Notes: Lack of mental capacity was unexpected
Medical Notices:
Prone to joint pain
Prone to muscle spasms
Prone to arthritis
Prone to high blood pressure
“Ouch, that doesn’t sound pleasant,” you wince and swipe to the next chart.
CT-9904 Alias: Crosshair - Experimental Unit Clone Force 99
Developmental Progression: Normal rate of change
Embryonic attachment: Remarkable
Infancy stage markers: Normal
Early-adolescence stage markers: Normal
Puberty stage markers: Normal
Late-adolescence stage markers: Abnormal
Adult stage markers: Abnormal
Developmental Notes: Tendency for aggression
Genetic Mutation Progression: Normal rate of change
Increased concentration: Positive
Increased pupillary response: Positive
Increased hand/eye coordination: Positive
Increased retinal capacities: Positive
Increased agility: Positive
Increased night vision: Positive
Genetic Notes: Lack of body mass was unexpected
Medical Notices:
Prone to photo-sensitivity
Prone to epilepsy
Prone to dry eye
Prone to cluster headaches
“No wonder he hates everyone,” you note, then swipe to the last member.
CT-1409 Alias: Echo - Domino Squad
Developmental Progression: Normal rate of change
Embryonic attachment: Unremarkable
Infancy stage markers: Normal
Early-adolescence stage markers: Normal
Puberty stage markers: Normal
Late-adolescence stage markers: Normal
Adult stage markers: Normal
Developmental Notes: Tendency for independency
Genetic Mutations: None
*File Update - Post Skako Minor Assessment*
Cybernetic neural capacity upgrades
Cybernetic computational upgrades
Cybernetic communication upgrades
Cybernetic bilateral lower leg upgrades
Cybernetic right lower arm upgrades
Medical Notices:
Prone to joint degeneration
Prone to nerve pain
Prone to depression
Prone to night terrors
“I wouldn’t exactly call those upgrades,” you sigh, then put the data-pad down and lay back on the couch.
So this is your team. A bunch of experimental clones, plus a half-cyborg, with a plethora of medical concerns that may or may not present in the field. Although, you do feel a little closer to them now that you’ve seen their medical history and a part of you feels sorry for them. They didn’t ask to be made, let alone with these enhanced mutations.
You adjust the ice pack on your face as it gets less frozen and wipe away the condensation that drips down your cheek. You look at the chronometer and realize it’s been over two hours since the incident in the mess hall. You wonder where your squad is. Did they go elsewhere and leave you behind? Probably. No matter though. You have a renewed perspective and you’ll do your job whether they like you or not. You’ll be the biggest pain in their backside if you have to.
No sooner do you finish your last thought, does the door to the barracks open. You turn your head to look and see who it is and not surprisingly it’s your squad. They each disperse to their bunks and grab their packs. Curious about their movements, you sit up on the couch and crisscross your legs, still holding the ice pack in place.
“What’s going on?” you ask. Your voice is still garbled from the swelling.
Hunter connects his pack onto his backplate and glances over his shoulder. “We’ve got a new mission and we’re heading out.”
Your heart races at the prospect of your first mission. You knew this day would come, but you didn’t think it would be this soon. You’ve barely had any time to adjust to your new squad or go through any practice simulations. They don’t know you and you don’t know them. Your anxiety increases, but quickly dissipates when your training kicks in. This is what you are trained for, and you’re going to do it. You put the ice pack down and grab your pack and helmet to join them.
As you follow them out, Hunter turns around and stops you. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“On the mission, sir,” you say. You let Kix’s words echo in your mind and refuse to back down.
“No, you’re not,” Hunter says.
“With all due respect, sir, I am,” you say.
Hunter huffs. “And why should I let you come?”
“Because, I’m the best, sir,” you say as you straighten your shoulders.
“That remains to be seen,” Hunter retorts.
“You can’t see if I’m left behind, now can you, sir?” you argue while placing your hands on your hips.
Echo tries to hide a snort. “She has you there.”
“Glad to hear you’re volunteering,” Hunter says sarcastically. “You’re in charge of the kid.”
“What?” Echo questions with disgust. “Why me? I’m not babysitting her.”
“I’ve told you before,” you huff. “I can take care of myself!”
“Shut it, shiny,” Hunter exclaims.
You cross your arms and scrunch your nose.
“I’ve got my own weight to pull!” Echo continues to argue.
Hunter pats Echo’s shoulder and smiles smugly. “And now you can pull hers, too,” he says while pointing at you. “Since you obviously have enough time to make jokes.”
“But–"
“Just make sure she doesn’t die,” Hunter says with a wave of his hand as he starts walking away.
Echo looks at you and sighs. “Come on.”
You quickly follow Echo, your new chaperone, and head off with the rest of the group towards the landing platform. The walk is once again, silent. Maybe the third time's the charm and after this mission they’ll start including you in their conversations. However, you don’t hold your breath that it will be the case. You’ll be lucky to get any action worth talking about, considering that Clone Force 99 has never had a downed man on the field in their tenure as a squad.
On your way to the platform, you are intercepted by Tungst and his squad mates. You brace for the worst and hope for the best, since you’re not sure what the outcome of the mess hall fight was. You’re still a little mad at him for causing such a big scene, but you don’t blame him for your injury. You may never find out who threw the punch, but it doesn’t matter. You’re just happy the five of them are still alive after the altercation with one of the deadliest forces in the GAR.
“I heard you were shipping out on your first mission,” Tungst says as he approaches, his words sounding a little awkward.
It makes sense. The last time you both spoke was after the punch, so you haven’t had a moment to debrief. You stop to speak with them and the rest of your squad surprisingly stops with you.
“Yeah,” you answer with a small smile. “I guess I am.”
“We’re gonna to miss you,” Brett says while patting your shoulder.
Hunter rolls his eyes.
You chuckle. “I’m going to miss you too.”
“You’re going to do great out there,” Gloss smiles.
Drip grabs your shoulders and pulls your face really close to his and speaks with a straight face. “Don’t die.”
You start laughing and push him backwards. “I won’t.”
“You better not,” Rift jests as he points towards Clone Force 99. “Or we’ll have to beat up your squad again.”
Wrecker laughs. “You lost the first time!”
Tungst clears his throat to change the subject. “We just wanted to see you off and remind you that we’ll always be here for you if you need us.”
You smile at the sweet gesture and wrap your arms around Tungst to wish him goodbye. “Thank you for everything.”
Crosshair leans towards Echo and whispers. “You can’t tell me they haven't kriffed yet.”
Echo groans and whispers back. “Please keep your comments to yourself.”
“Can we go now?” Hunter asks impatiently.
Realizing that you are holding up the rest of your squad, you let go of Tungst and follow after them. You turn around and wave goodbye to your cadet friends one last time and they wave back. You are going to miss them. They are the closest thing you have to a family and you’re leaving them. It feels bittersweet, since they may not be there when you come back. They will eventually graduate from cadet training, get their own assignments, and leave you behind.
You let the intrusive thoughts dissipate from your mind and refocus on your current mission. You smile as you walk aboard the Marauder. The only ship you’ve ever been on was the transport that brought you to Kamino one cycle ago. So, this is the first time being on an Omnicron-class attack shuttle. You read up on it during your training, but to see it in real life is amazing. You swivel your head as you look around the ship and take in all the different elements.
“Strap in for take-off,” Tech says as he sits in the pilot seat and gets the ship ready.
Echo sits in the co-pilot chair and also works to get you off the ground. Hunter sits in one of the open swivel chairs and Crosshair grabs the other. Wrecker sets himself up by the gunner’s nest and gives you a reassuring smile. Looking around for a place to sit, you take your go-pack off and strap yourself into one of the jump seats across from the bunk rack. You’re a little nervous, but feel more excited to be out on your first mission.
You feel the rumble of the engines and slight lift as the ship takes off from the platform. This is it. You’re finally going on a mission. You’re finally going to save lives, just like you posthumously promised your parents. You lean your head back against the cold wall of the ship and take a deep breath. You’re ready. You’re ready for anything your squad or the battlefield can throw at you. You’re going to show them that you are the best and you’re going to make Kix proud.
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His Little Girl | Bradley Bradshaw x reader P. 23
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Hi babes! I’ll be posting back to back to back again! I have a cute little Halloween HC for this cute little fam 🥹🫶🏼. ALSO! I would like to thank everyone so much for wanting to be in the story! Y'all are lifesavers! I love you all! 💕 Happy reading and enjoy! ❤️
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A/n: Today is the banquet. You get to meet the dagger squad’s lovely dates 😍
Word Count: 4.2k
Warnings: cursing, nudity, mentions killing someone, but LOVE LOVE LOVE and MORE LOVE ❤️
Please don't take my work, I will find you.
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After talking to Billy you made your way to the patio with Bri, Bradley, and Leia. Bri and Bradley were sitting on the swings talking to each other. Leia was on the slide. When she saw you she slid down and ran into your arms. You knelt down as she crashed into you. You hugged her tight and kissed her over and over again.
“Momma!” She was giggling, “Stop, please!”
You kept attacking her with kisses. Bradley and Bri made their way over to you and Leia. Bradley was laughing at Leia's suffering. You gave her one last kiss and stood up.
“I’m going to miss you, Lei.” You scratched her head.
Leia wrapped her arms around your hips, “It’s only for tonight, momma. I’ll see you tomorrow!” She nuzzled her face into your side.
You looked over at Bradley and Bri, “Everything okay?” You looked between them nervously.
Bri wrapped her arms around Bradley’s waist, “Never better. I can get used to having him as my brother-in-law.” She patted Bradley on his stomach.
Bradley wrapped his arm around her shoulder and hugged her from the side. He laid his head on top of hers, “Thank you, Bri. Seriously. For everything. You and y/n did a great job with Leia. Thank you for being there for both of them when I wasn’t.”
Bri flipped her hair, “Oh me?” She laughed, “I love them, Captain Bradshaw. I’d do anything for them. Killing you be one… if you fuck this up again.”
Bradley chuckled, “I’m never hurting them again.” He looked over at you and smiled.
Leia ran to Bradley and hugged him tightly. He hugged Bri and Leia at the same time. “Thank you for watching her tonight, Bri.” He sighed, “I want to thank Billy too, but I think he will beat my ass.”
Bri scoffed, “He’s smaller than you. You’re a big boy, Captain.”
You all made your way inside. Billy was watching TV. You went to go hug him and thank him. Bradley followed you. Billy stood up and stood face to face with Bradley. Billy looked him up and down, “Take care of my girl, blue jay.” He smirked and put his hand out.
Bradley shook his hand and nodded, “Always.”
You and Bradley headed back for your car. He walked with you to the passenger side and opened your door for you. He helped you in and gave you a kiss. He placed your bag into the back seat. He ran around over to the driver's side and jumped in. You both waved to Billy, Bri, and Leia before pulling out of your driveway.
After a 20-minute ride, Bradley pulled into his driveway. He parked next to his Bronco. He got out and ran to your side. He got your bag from the back seat and slung it across his body. He then opened your door and right as you put your feet on the side step he swooped you into his arms. He kissed your forehead.
“Bradley! Put me down!” You squirmed in his arms as he kicked your door closed.
He ran with you in his arms to his front door. He set you down. He kissed your nose and unlocked the door and opened it. “After you, babe.”
You walked in and he grabbed your hand and ran upstairs with you. He brought you to his room. He opened the door and pulled you in. His room was very simple and clean. His bed was neatly kept, with no clothes on the floor, his cologne and lotions kept nicely on the dresser, and pictures of his mom and dad were on his bedside table.
You sat on his bed and he jumped onto you, “Oh fuck, Bradshaw.” You slapped his back, “I can’t breathe.” You were struggling to get his heavy body off of you. He finally got up and sat next to you. “You gonna shower?”
You shook your head, “No I already did. I need all the time I can get to get ready.” You kissed his nose and took your bag off of him.
“M’kay well, I’m gonna shower.” He stood up and started to strip in front of you. He threw all his clothes at you while he undressed. He threw his underwear at your face and ran for the shower.
You pulled his boxers off of your face and gagged. You continued to look through your bag. You grabbed your hair products from your bag to freshen up your loose natural curls. You brought them into the bathroom. You set your stuff up on the counter and started to apply the products to your hair. Bradley pulled the curtain slightly and peeked out at you.
“Damn, sweetheart. You already made yourself at home.” He laughed.
You shook your head and continued to fix your hair. You could hear slurping coming from the shower. You looked over at the curtain with narrowed eyes. You took a step closer and were about to open the curtain when you saw a stream of water come up and over the shower.
“What the hell?” You stepped back and laughed.
Bradley ripped open the curtain and spit the rest of the water he had in his mouth at you. “Bradley!” You looked at your wet shirt.” He closed the curtain closed and laughed at you.
You went to go and look for a cup in the cabinet. You found one and filled it up with cold water. You went over to the curtain and ripped it open. Before he could do anything else you threw the water at him. His eyes flew open, “OH SHIT, Y/N/N!” He was tense. You stood there and laughed at him. “Baby, we are even. I surrender. Please!” He laughed as he lifted his leg to his torso and had his hands out to you.
“Truce, Bradshaw.” You closed the curtain.
You went to your bag and got your makeup bag out.
You spent at least 20-30 minutes on your makeup. Bradley finally stepped out of the shower. He went into his closet and came back out with a white T and boxers. He walked up behind you as you applied your finishing touches. He kissed your cheek and wrapped his arms around your waist. “You look so beautiful, baby.” He smiled and placed his chin on your shoulder. “You’re going to break necks tonight.” He kissed you one more time before he went back into the closet.
“Baby, come in here for a second please.” He called out to you.
You went into the closet. You were taken aback. You looked around. Everything was color-coordinated and organized neatly. “What uniform are you supposed to wear tonight, Bradley?” You kept looking around his closet.
Bradley looked at his phone, “Mav said we are all going to be in our dress whites again.”
You looked over at him deviously, “I love how you look in your dress whites.” You winked at him. “Oh, but you are the messiest eater in the world.”
Bradley looked at you annoyingly, “I know.” He sighed. “Don’t let me eat anything messy, sweetheart.” He grabbed his freshly pressed suit from a dry cleaners bag and brought it to the bed. He laid it down and continued to get ready.
You shared the sink area with Bradley while you both brushed your teeth. Bradley started to fix his hair. He applied some gel to his curls and combed his hand through them. He styled his hair nicely. It was upkept and swooped slightly to the side. He went over to the bed and started to put on his uniform.
Bradley put his dress shirt on. He straightened himself out and started to apply his medals and ribbons to his shirt. He went back into the closet and brought out a long but small black velvet box. He opened it and showed it to you. Inside were wings. You smiled at them, “I thought Leia had your wings, Brad?”
He smiled at you, “She does. These are my dad’s.” He brushed his thumb over them. “I finally get to wear them. Can you put them on me, sweetheart?”
He handed you the box and you took out the wings delicately. Bradley stood tall as you placed them tight above his medals. You pinned them on him and rested your hands on his arms. “Beautiful, Bradley. He is always with you.”
He looked down at you and kissed you tenderly. “As I with you and Leia. Thank you.” He finished buttoning up his shirt. He sat on the bed and put on his white dress shoes. He grabbed his hat and went to his full-body mirror. He crouched down so he could see his hair. He fixed a couple of hairs and stepped back. He looked at himself as he straightened out his uniform. He took a deep breath and turned to you. “I’ll see you downstairs, baby.” He kissed your cheek.
“I’ll be down in 5.”
You looked through your bag and pulled out your dress and laid it on the bed. You grabbed your heels and placed them by the bed. You undressed and slipped into your dress. You put some earrings on along with a simple dainty necklace. You sprayed yourself with some perfume. You sat on the bed and slipped your heels on. You went to the full-body mirror and looked at yourself one more time. You grabbed your small white dainty clutch and made your way to the top of the steps.
“Baby, are you ready to go?” Bradley slipped on his watch.
You took your first step down the stairs. Bradley heard the click of your heel against the wooden stairs. He turned around. You held onto the railing with one hand and the other onto your clutch and your dress so you wouldn’t slip and fall. You stepped down 5 more steps and Bradley was able to see all of you. His jaw dropped and he gasped. He looked at you in amazement. You stepped down to the floor and stood before him.
“So?” You dropped your dress from your hand and stood there. Bradley looked you up and down. You were wearing a long black column dress. On one side it had one shoulder and a long sleeve while the other shoulder was exposed, it hugged your waist perfectly and it had a slit that was mid-thigh. You wore black strappy heels. Your dress was level with the floor perfectly, it didn't drag and it wasn’t too high. It was just perfect.
Bradley’s eyes were practically bulging out of his head. He wiped the drool from his lip, “You look so good. You’re going to sweep me under the rug, sweetheart.” He reached his hand for yours and placed his lips to your knuckles, “Shall we?” You nodded and blushed.
He helped you into his Bronco and closed your door. He got into the driver's side and you headed for the venue. The banquet was being held at the Admiral Kidd Catering and Conference Center. Bradley helped you down from the car. He put his hat on and offered you his arm. You loop your arm with his and rested your other hand on his bicep. He placed his free hand on your hands and walked you into the venue.
It was beautiful, there was a big chandelier in the middle, and there were blue and white roses throughout the building. The tables were set up around the stage. It was like nothing you’ve ever seen. Everyone was assigned to a table. Bradley patted your hand, “Let's go find the group, baby.” You nodded.
Bradley walked you over to the outside, it was even more beautiful. Céline Dion’s My Heart Will Go On was playing softly outside. There were warm fairy lights strung on the back patio. There were more tables outside and a bar. The food was set up outside with servers still setting up a few things. There was a huge grass area and after that grass area was a beautiful view of the ocean. You could see the sunset from where you stood and it was breathtaking. There were boats in the water in the distance. It was a surreal view. Bradley found the squad. He walked over to Mav and Penny first.
They both looked at you with wide eyes, “Holy crap, y/n! You're hot!” Penny was checking you out in your dress. “So Beautiful, sweetheart.” Mav leaned in and kissed your cheek. After having a conversation Bradley brought you to the squad.
Bradley started to walk over to Phoenix. She was enjoying the view. Bradley pecked your cheek as you made your way over. . Phoenix caught a glimpse of you two. “Well if it isn’t the Bradshaws.” She turned to you two.
You smiled and waved to Phoenix.
Bradley blushed. He looked at you and smiled. He lifted your hand on his bicep to his lips and kissed it. Bradley hugged Phoenix. “You guys go and say hi to everyone, I’ll be here.” Bradley nodded and kissed Phoenix’s cheek.
Bob came to you and Bradley. He shook hands with Bradley and gave you a light kiss on the cheek to greet you. He looked at his date and rubbed her hand on his arm. She looked at him shyly and blushed. He was all giddy and excited, “Y/n, this is Abbie ( @chaoticweirdogeek 😘). Babydoll, you remember Rooster?” She looked at Bob and nodded. You smiled and gave her a light kiss on her cheek to greet her, she did it back, “It’s lovely to meet you, Abbie.” Bradley leaned in and did the same. He placed his hand on her arm, “It’s good to see you again, sweetheart.” She smiled at Bradley, “It’s good to see you both!”
You and Bradley made your way over to Fanboy and his date. They were having a conversation. “Babe, I could totally smoke you in go-kart racing.” She hit his arm, “You’re a co-pilot for a reason.” He opened his mouth wide at her and they both laughed. Bradley fist-bumped Fanboy, “How’s my wingman?” Then he leaned in and placed a light kiss on Fanboy’s date’s cheek, “It’s great to see you were able to make it, Lucky.” She nodded at him. “Y/n, this is Baylie ( @bayisdying 😘), call sign, Lucky.” You gave her a light kiss on her cheek and shook her hand gently, “It's nice to meet you, Baylie.” You looked at Fanboy and nodded, “Fanboy.” He nodded back, “Y/n.” He kissed your cheek lightly.
Coyote patted Bradley’s chest. The two of you waved bye to Fanboy and Baylie and brought your attention to Coyote and his date. Coyote brought his date’s hand up to his lips and kissed it. “Rooster, you remember my girlfriend Mikayla ( @persephonesportal 😘)?” Bradley nodded, “I could never forget, Hecate. How are you, darling?” Bradley lightly kissed her cheek. She bowed her head at Bradley. “You look nice tonight, y/n.” Coyote placed a light kiss on your cheek. “Y/n. This is my girl, Mikayla. Mikayla, y/n.” You two exchanged light kisses on each other cheeks. “It’s nice to meet you, Mikayla.” Bradley leaned into you, “She’s a damn better pilot than Coyote.” Mikayla dropped her head, “I say we are the same.” She looked at Coyote and patted his hand in hers.
You and Bradley stepped aside He rubbed his hand up and down your back. He gave you a few pecks. You looked over and saw Payback with his date. You patted Bradley's chest and he looked at you, “Yes, baby?” You nodded over to Payback. Bradley looked over and smiled. He patted your back. “Let’s continue our rounds, love.”
You both made your way over to Payback and his date. They were standing over by the railing that overlooked the ocean. Payback had his hand on his date’s lower back and he was facing her. He was looking down at her as they had a conversation and repetitively brushed her hair behind her ear. Bradley slapped his shoulder, “Mind if I cut in?” Payback smiled and hugged Bradley, “Hey Rooster, Y/n!” He placed a peck on your cheek. He looked down at his date and wrapped his arm around her and rested his hand on her waist. “My wife, Emily ( @minstens 😘).” She looked up and smiled at him. You leaned in and hugged her while placing a kiss on her cheek, “Hi, Emily. It’s nice to meet you.” She smiled at you. Bradley placed his hand gently on her upper arm and leaned in to give her a kiss on her cheek, “Glad to see you again, Em. Your husband here saved my ass on multiple occasions during this detachment.” She looked up at payback, “That’s my man.” Payback placed a sweet kiss on her lips.
Bradley brought you over to Hangman. Hangman looked at the both of you, “Well ain’t that a sight for sore eyes. Rooster you look good.” Bradley laughed and hit Hangman’s chest, “You’re making me blush, stop.” Hangman smiled at you and lightly kissed your cheek, “Y/n. You look okay.” You laughed, “Next to this stud. I am a stick in the mud.” You looked at Bradley and he kissed you. Hangman placed his arm around his date and looked at her, “Rooster, Y/n this is Sarah ( @sarahsmi13s 😘).” He smiled at her getting lost in her eyes. She looked at you and Bradley. You reached your hand for hers and leaned in to give her a kiss on the cheek, “lovely to meet you, Sarah.” Bradley kissed her cheek as well, “Nice to meet you, sweetheart.”
After making your rounds, you and Bradley took a small break. He brought you to the railing to watch the sunset. He stood behind out and wrapped his arms around your shoulders. He rested his chin on top of your head. You two just stood there and admired the view. “It’s beautiful just like you, honey.” You laid your cheek on Bradley’s arm. He moved his hands and turned you around. He placed a kiss on your forehead, “I’m going to go and get us drinks, okay babe?” You nodded and kissed him before he left. You turned back to the view.
Someone stood next to you and cleared their throat. He rested his hands on the railing. You turned and your eyes went wide. He smiled at you. “Hey, sweetheart.”
You smiled back, “Austin? What are you doing here?” You turned and rested your back against the railing.
“I actually am here with a friend of mine. I’ve known her since high school.” He turned around with you and leaned his back on the railing. He looked at you and smiled, “Where’s your guy?”
You looked over to the bar and pointed, “He is in that long ass line getting us some drinks.”
Austin looked over, shook his head, and raised his brows, “Oh man, he’s going to be there a minute.” He put his hands into his pockets. “You look lovely tonight, y/n.”
You nodded, “You clean up pretty well yourself, Aus.” You looked around, “So who did you come with?” You narrowed your eyes.
Austin looked around, “Oh here she comes right now actually.” He smiled and put his arm out for her. She came and wrapped her arm around him and patted his chest.
Your mouth opened widely, “Phoenix!?”
Phoenix looked over at you, “Hey babe! I’ve been looking all over for you and Rooster!” She came over to you and wrapped her arms around you. “Have you met my BFF since grade school? This is my good friend Austin.” She pointed over at him.
You looked at Phoenix and Austin and then back to Phoenix, “I actually know him! He is my best friend’s boyfriend’s friend!”
Phoenix laughed, “No way! What a small world!” She looked over at Austin and they both laughed together. “Stud isn’t he? He was my wingman before Bradley was. Doesn’t he look like a young Elvis?” She squinted her eyes at him and shook her head.
You nodded and laughed, “Sounds like him too.” You and Phoenix laughed as Austin blushed and shook his head.
After an hour of small talk with everyone, you all made your way back into the venue. Bradley finally got back to you with the drinks. “God that line sucked, sweetheart. I’m sorry.” He kissed your cheek. Bradley pulled out your chair and held your hand while you sat down. He sat in his chair next to you and pulled it closer to you so he could be right behind you. He took his hat off and rested it on the table. He threw his arm over the back of your seat and you leaned against him. “I think you're the most beautiful girl in the world.” He whispered in your ear. You giggled.
The ceremony started. The Navy Color Guard made their entrance. You were all standing. The national anthem played over the speakers. After the anthem was finished, the color guard exited and everyone sat. Everyone from the squad was called onto the stage by Cyclone and was awarded a miniature combat medal. When they all received their medals they all stood together and took pictures. You snapped one for Bradley on his phone. Bradley came off of the stage and showed it to you in its case. Cyclone made his closing statements.
“I would like to thank every one of you for your bravery and your dedication. I want to take this time to also thank those of you that have come with our aviators. I am sure when they are gone for long periods of time, it is hard to cope and hold things down. Without any of you, they wouldn’t be where they are now. I especially want to thank my wife, Davina ( @cycbaby 😘). We have 2 boys together and she works so hard whenever I have to leave. Honey, thank you for always holding down the fort for the both of us when I have to go. I love you. I am sure that goes for all you moms and dads out there that have to take care of everything while we are gone. Thank you all, and enjoy the rest of your night. Congratulations to all of you and thank you for all that you’ve done.”
Cyclone made his way down the stairs and ran to his wife. He slammed into her and held her tight. He gave her a bunch of kisses all over her face. They laughed together and he rested his forehead on hers. They looked at each other as his hands rested on her waist. She had her arms around his neck. They were so lost in the moment. He gave her a kiss on her forehead, nose, and then lips. You could read his lips, “I love you, baby. Forever.” He kissed her again.
“I have never seen that man so swoon, he’s always so serious at work.” Bradley sighed. You let out a small chuckle and Bradley leaned into your back, “I’ll have what they’re having.” He kissed your cheek. “I want that to be us, sweetheart.” He kissed you again.
After the ceremony, everyone made their way to the back patio. Bradley took a picture with all his friends. They all stood together and flashed their new medals. Bradley came to you after you took the picture of them all.
“Baby, will you do the honors?” He handed you his medal.
You grabbed the black velvet box and carefully took the medal out. Bradley stood tall and you pinned it onto him right in line with the other 4 he had. You gave him a kiss on his cheek after you pinned him, “You look so handsome, Brad.”
Bradley brought you back over with the group, and you all had a conversation. You and the girls migrated to your own group. You got to know more about Phoenix, Sarah, Abbie, Baylie, Emily, and Mikayla. As you were conversing, Bradley heard Prince’s, I Wanna Be Your Lover start to play. He excused himself from the guys and came over to your group of girls. He smoothly twirled you around and stole you slowly from the group. The girls started to giggle as he placed his hand on your waist and pulled you back separating from them. He was dancing slightly to the beat. You matched his energy and did a little dance. He interlocked his free hand fingers with yours and your hands above your head. He slowly shimmied with his head tilted back. Stepping to the beat, he brought his head back up, closed his eyes, and sang to you in a high-pitched voice to match Prince.
“I wanna be your lover. I wanna be the only one that makes you come running. I wanna be your lover…”
Eventually, all the guys came and grabbed their girls and danced with them. You and Bradley sang together. The whole squad and their dates eventually migrated together and you all danced together and sang the song lightly. This eventually caused everyone at the banquet to get together and join. You laughed and had a good time. Bradley wrapped his arm tightly around your waist and pulled you to him as you danced. You threw your head back and laughed and he leaned in and kissed your chin.
“How’s that for starting a party, sweetheart?” He smiled.
Bradley Bradshaw, your goofball, the life of the party, strikes again.
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BABIES! Thank you so much to all of you that wanted to be in the story! You will forever be a part of the story now! Thank you so much, everyone! There will be more opportunities to be a part of the story as it goes on! SO, if you weren't;t able to make it this time... LOOK OUT FOR NEXT TIME! I’ll see you all in the next chapter, babes! 🫶🏼
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Hi! A bit short notice, but with the new year I’m planning on holding myself accountable for all the little event-related plans I’ve been making, the first of which is to work on setting up/hosting a GW2 art party!
What is an art party, you might ask? They’re common occurrences in the Final Fantasy XIV community, where artists of all kinds get together to chat, hang out, and create together! Spot a person you know or a character you like the design of? Draw them, take some screenshots, make some gifs, whatever you feel like! The ‘goal’ of attending an art party is not to be drawn, but to draw others, and share with the community! To that effect, we’ll be using the tag #VSArtParty over here and teeechnically on Twitter for those who still use it, so that others can easily find our creations!
This is my first time hosting a non-meta, non-raid related public event, so I’m intentionally keeping it small-scale by only posting about it here and in my guild discord, and when the time comes it’ll be in a private squad not listed in LFG to discourage any potential party-crashers. Should it go over well, expect to see me hosting ones every month in varying locales and maybe even with different themes!
Check under the cut for a bit more info on the location/times!
So I had previously asked people where they think a good setting for an art party might be, and uninstanced home instances with decent lighting were brought up, so I set my sights on the asura home instance in Rata Sum since I rarely see that used for anything. If you have a flying mount, it’s easily accessible by going straight northwest from the main city cube! Otherwise, you’ll need a Teleport to Friend to get over to the spot:
As mentioned before the cut, I fully intend to rotate between various other suitable locales for future events, but wanted to start here since it feels private enough to not be in anyone’s way unintentionally. It’s also open and well-lit to allow everyone to see each other clearly, which is definitely a plus considering we don’t have a way to inspect characters for a better look.
Regarding the date/time, I polled my guildmates on which night of the week would be best if we were to be hosting a recurring event, and Saturday came through as the best option for us. We have a tendency to base our stuff around in-game reset +/- 1 hour, so the same thing is at work here. Since we’re an NA-based guild, the event will only be hosted on NA servers, but if there’s interest I’d be willing to organize earlier events for people on EU servers in the future! There’s no set end time for the event since it’ll likely peter out on its own after a bit, but from my experience at FFXIV art parties I’d say to expect it to last maybe 4-5 hours at most.
Aaand finally, about the squad itself. Like I said before the cut, I’m going to keep the squad set to private and out of LFG to keep things a bit more chill, so to join you can either whisper my main, Teekzi, for an invite, or type ‘/sqjoin teekzi’ in chat to automatically pop in and get into the right instance!
That’s about all for now, expect me to reblog this a few times between now and the party! See you soon, hopefully! ♥
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Thanks to both @the-stray-storyteller here and @gottestod-writes here!
Rules: generate incorrect quotes for your OCs here!
Carmen: Things will get better!
The Squad:
Carmen: Okay, maybe they won’t.
Carmen: But they will be terrible in new and interesting ways!
Jedi: You've been given a new job to do, but I'm worried it might make you angry.
Carmen: Just say it quick, like ripping off a band-aid.
Jedi: You have to teach Rose how to drive.
Carmen: ...put the band-aid back on.
Noelle: *watching the squad's shenanigans with concern* Do you feel like this has gotten out of hand?
Carmen: I don't know. Feels normal enough for a group that's on 911's blocked callers list.
Carmen: I’ve come to a point in my life where I need a stronger word than fuck.
Robbie, throwing a pokeball at Ash: Ash, I choose you!
Ash, not looking up from her book and catching it: You need an Ultra ball to catch this Legendary Pokémon.
Lexi: What do you call disobeying the law?
The Squad: A hobby.
Lexi: *crosses arms*
The Squad: That we do not engage in.
Maddie: We need to distract these guys.
Akash: Leave it to me.
Akash: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss.
Robbie & Lexi: *immediately begin arguing*
Gwen: What's wrong with you?
Noelle: Off the top of my head, I'd say low self-esteem, a lack of paternal affection, and a genetic predisposition for anxiety and depression.
Jedi: Remember what I told you.
Carmen: Don’t be a cunt.
Robbie: “I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy” I would. Pussy.
Robbie: “I’m not gonna sink to their level” I will. Coward.
Robbie: “I’m the bigger person” I’m 150cm tall give me the gun bitch.
Maddie: Okay. Hypothetically speaking, how mad would you be if I burned a hot pocket so badly it could probably fall off a ten-story building and be completely fine?
Ash: Maddie, what did you do?
Maddie: Take a guess.
Carmen: What makes a bigger memory than a passionate kiss?
Carmen: A stab wound.
Jedi: So, you’ve finally arrived-
Jedi: Here to save prince-
Jedi: I’ve been waiting for this day-
Jedi: Stop skipping my dialogue-
Jedi: Seriously, stop-
Jedi: MOTHER FU-
Rose: "Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves."
Kelsey: ...
Kelsey: What a stupid fucking quote.
Kelsey: I'm killing way more than two people, idiot.
Kelsey: Guys, there’s a monster under my bed and it’s really ugly.
Carmen, on the bottom bunk: Honestly, fuck you.
Carmen: You can take away my rights, but can you take away my lefts?
These are too accurate omg
Also why does this generator love using Carmen so much
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The Lost Sister - Part 9
Synopsis: Xaden is known as an only child due to his sister who 'died' during the Rebellion. Little do they know she didn't die and has been so close this entire time.
Garrick Tavis x OC
A/N: From here on out you will see a few things pulled from the books. Especially moments where we have Garrick. Cause lets be honest we have some amazing moments from him where I can slot Ophelia into the scene. So there will be a mix of my stuff, and some dialogue from actual Fourth Wing with some tweaks to make it fit.
We have some really good moments coming up, that I am so excited to show you guys to!
As per usual requests are open for any one shot or scenarios you may want. And if you want to be on the tag list just let me know!
The Lost Sister Masterlist | Masterlist
All of our current squad make it up the gauntlet. And now we wait our turn for presentation. And of course Garrick is over seeing the squads before they walk in. He’d been at the top of the gauntlet when I’d climbed up, but he had been dealing with an issue of how Violet had gotten up the end of the gauntlet. I was actually impressed with her idea to use the rope and dagger. I knew Xaden had given her some guidance, but I knew he hadn't told her to do that. But it worked.
This was the closest I’d been to Garrick in a while as we all stood in a single line waiting to go in. Despite me somehow tying for first in Gauntlet time, we aren’t the first group to go in. Slowed down by Violets time. But at least we all made it.
Ahead of us is a clearing lined by dragons, lined up in their own formation. All close enough to pass judgement on us, as well as dispose of us quickly as we walk by.
”Let’s go Second Squad, you’re up next.” Garrick says sternly, beckoning us forward with a wave that makes the rebellion relic on his bared forearm gleam in the sunlight. “Into formation.”
Garrick’s tone is all business, he’s in full leadership mode. It’s one of the first times I had seen it and it reminds me a lot of Xaden’s style of leadership. But Garrick is more mission first, niceties last. And currently his mission is to prepare us for presentation. It is also one of the first times I’ve seen him in full uniform, usually opting to forego his jacket around the grounds. Which I don’t blame him with how warm its been. But winter is starting to set in, and its definitely a fair bit colder up here. I notice the line of patches on his uniform, show casing his as the Flame Section leader, and an abundance of patches advertising his skill with multiple weapons. I wasn’t sure how many patches there were, but I wouldn’t be surprised if there was only a small amount left he didn’t have. I notice daggers isn’t one of them.
We all get into formation as hot air rushes towards us again. Another cadet claimed. Garrick’s hazel eyes skim over our squad before landing on mine. “Hopefully Aetos has done his job.” His eyes flick to Violet at the mention of Dain. “So you know that it’s a straight walk down the meadow. I’d recommend staying at least seven feet apart -”
”In case one of us gets torched,” I hear Ridoc mutter a few places in front of me.
”Correct, Ridoc.” I can’t help but smirk at the slight sass in Garrick’s tone. “Cluster if you want, just know if a dragon finds disfavour with one of you, it’s likely to burn the whole lot to weed one out.” He warns us as he holds our gaze. “Also, remember you are not here to approach them, and if you do, you won’t be making it back to the dormitory tonight.”
”Can I ask a question?” A cadet whose name I can’t quite remember says from the front row.
Garrick nods, but I noticed the tick in his jaw. He’s annoyed. And honestly don’t blame him. I may not remember their name, but I know they annoy me. And have since day one.
”Third Squad, Tail Section of Fourth Wing already went through, and I talked to some of the cadets….”
”That’s not a question.” He states as he lifts his brows. I note another tick in his jaw as he places his hands on his hips. Definitely annoyed now.
”Right. It’s just that they said there’s a feathertail?”
“A f-feathertail?” Someone I think called Tynan sputters. “Who the hell would ever want to bond a feathertail?"
I feel most of our squad roll their eyes or shake their heads. I see Garrick restrain from doing the same.
”Professor Kaori never told us there would be a feathertail.” Sawyer says. “I know because I memorized every single dragon he showed us. All hundred of them.”
”Well, guess there’s a hundred and one now.” Garrick states sternly, clearly wanting to be rid of us and this job. “Relax, feathertails don’t bond. I can’t even remember the last time one has been seen outside the Vale. It’s probably just curious. You’re up. Stay on the path. You walk up, you wait for the entire squad, you walk back down. It really doesn’t get any easier than this from here on out, kids, so if you can’t follow these simple instructions, then you deserve whatever happens in there.”
Kids? We were barely three years younger than him. But with most of our squad not bearing rebellion marks, I could easily see why he would refer to us as kids. He turns and heads over to a path before the canyon wall where the dragons are perched. We follow, breaking away from the crowd of first years.
“They’re all yours.” Garrick says to the quadrants senior Wingleader. A woman I’ve only seen a few times in Battle Brief.
As Garrick turns to walk back, he locks eyes with me as his hand lightly brushes mine, setting my skin on fire where his touch lingers.
“Single file.” She says to us, drawing my eyes back to the front.
We all form a single line, I end up at the very back behind Rhiannon. With the final instructions of talk to each other, she steps aside revealing a dirt path that leads through the centre of the valley, and up ahead, sitting so perfectly still you would almost mistake them for statues are the dragons. We start to move, each of us leaving the suggested seven feet before following the cadet in front.
As I enter the valley the smell of sulphur is thick in the air, and I note multiple black patches on the path.
As instructed we talk amongst each other. But talk is a loose term. Its mostly bickering. Towards the end I nearly have a heart attack as two greens approach Violet. Then I remember the corset she told me about. The one made from the dragons of her sisters green dragon. They can probably smell it As we get towards the end, our squad is down to seven first years.
As we’re about to leave the area I feel something. An extra presence at the back of my mind. I turn around, trying to keep my eyes down as best I can as I look around. At the back amongst the trees I catch a glimpse of…. Was that white? No, dragons aren’t white. I know I saw white though. But I can’t have. Dragon’s aren’t white I tell myself again.
“Ophelia, you ok?” Violet calls from the exit.
I turn to see her looking at me, her eyes also scanning the area I was just looking at. Did she see it to?
“Yeah, just thought I saw something.” I say, trying to pass it off as casually I can.
She nods, seeming content with my answer. But the tall figure just inside the pathway stares at me as if they are not convinced. Garrick’s eyes are narrowed me in almost a glare. Luckily the next group walks up and I’m able to slip past him without him talking to me.
Part 10
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Sims Tag
I was tagged by @theageofsims thank you! 🤗🌷
What’s your favourite sims death? I don’t really have a favorite but if we are going to be morbidly humorous then electrocution or laughing. Majority of my sims die from old age which is on occasion forced by me due to wanting to speed up to the next generation or reducing my games sim count.
Alpha CC or Maxis Match? The only cc I use is a default skin, lips, eyes and cheek blush. I used to use eyelashes but then they stopped working with one of the recent patches and I was like, meh, no biggy and then I never bothered to figure out why and just accepted my very vanilla sims. 💗 To be honest I cannot be bothered with all that stuff with TS4. I went banana’s on it with TS3 so I guess I’ve had my day with cc.
Do you cheat when your sims gain weight? No. I’ll get them to workout for a bit but I don’t obsess over it.
Do you use move objects? Yes
Favorite mod? MCCC
First expansion/game/stuff pack you got? Get To Work
Do you pronounce “live mode” like aLIVE or LIVing? As LIVe mode.
Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made? Some of my favorite sims were probably from my TS3 sims story that I wrote on Blogger years ago. I gave them very detailed and individual personalities and I got quite attached to them. I tried recreating them in TS4 but they just never felt quite the same.
Have you made a simself? Yes and it was a very false representation of myself so I never did again. 😆
What sim traits do you give yourself? Perfectionist, which is inaccurate - I’m not looking for perfectionism, just for things to be organised. Active and I think the other one was Loves Outdoors but then I changed it to Loner.
Which is your favorite EA hair color? Probably brown because in RL I’ve always loved brown hair.
Favorite EA hair? I like a lot of the Updo hairstyles.
Favorite life stage? Infants and elders. What more can I say about infants but I am obsessed with them at them moment. Their cuteness out weighs their neediness. Elders I have always loved, even back in TS3 days. They are cute and funny and quirky, and I find their grumpiness amusing.
Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay? I enjoy both and when I get bored of one I switch to the other. Building for me comes in waves. Sometimes I get this huge burst of inspiration and other times I have nothing. Gameplay is a bit easier I feel that I don’t need to be too inspired as there are always things to check off with inspirations, or life milestones for a sim and keep me inspired to keep playing. I’m a check off the list kind of person.
Are you a CC creator? No
Do you have any simblr friends/a sim squad? I think of the fellow simmers I interact on here with as my online friends/mutuals. 💗
What’s your favorite game? I’ve loved all of them and appreciate each version of the game for what was/is at the time it was released.
Do you have any sims merch? Yes. I used to purchase the game magazines at the newsagent. I’ve kept them and have all versions except for Sims 1. I also have Sims 3 guide books and I also once purchased a mobile phone holder once but I think I threw that out years ago.
Do you have a YouTube for sims? No
How has your “sim style” changed throughout your years of playing? I don’t think I really have a so called sim style. In terms of playing the game I think as the different game versions came out I adapted and changed with them. Sims 1 & 2 I just played randomly and played around with building. Sims 3 I began a story which I then wrote for 10 years on blogger. I also really got into building but didn’t really consider myself a good enough builder. Sims 4 I struggled with at first because it was such a big change from Sims 3 but I feel pretty comfortable with where I am in my gameplay and how I post about my gameplay now.
What’s your Origin ID? simmemoirs
Who’s your favorite CC creator? For my default skins I like luumia, for lips simsontherope, for blush squeamishsims.
How long have you had a simblr? Since December 2011.
How do you edit your pictures? In Photoshop. I use an action from another simmer but for the life of me I cannot find who or where I got it from. It’s called Gohliad Subtle and it resizes, adjusts levels, brightens etc.
What expansion/game/stuff pack do you want next? None. To be honest, my game is so full of packs and kits (not all kits) that I’m quite content with what I have already. I think I might be done in downloading & paying for extra stuff from EA. Though if we get a horses pack, as per the rumors, then I’ll probably eat my own words and buy it. But not for the horses 👎, for the new world! 😀
What expansion/game/stuff pack is your favorite so far? There are two, Seasons and Growing together. Both of these have been a massive gamechanger for me. I love seasons in my game and the infants, well they have my heart!
Tagging: @payte @furasims @serenasims @cantseemtohide @aleksa-sims @happylifesims @simmer-rhi @breakfastwithbeb @natolesims @turtleshellsims @babblingstacey @whatawhim @koomeba No pressure and apologies if you have already done this. It’s not been a great week for me and I forget which simblrs I’ve visited/read this week.
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Narrative Frameworks in Only Friends
Something I have been tracking as part of the ongoing discussions about Only Friends is the use of the narrative framework for each episode.
So, I’m making this list specifically for tracking purposes, to note which framework was used for which episodes, if they repeat, and what they may be paying homage to. The goal is to update it every week. Due to suggestions, I am also tracking the end credit scenes, as well as any specific visual or audio formats used in the episodes.
Frameworks so far:
1. Voiceovers: gives the audience specific insight into a characters thoughts and feelings; also a great way to provide exposition. It’s more of an audio than visual framework, as we don’t always see the character doing the voice-over because it plays over other scenes.
2. “Talking Heads” (is there a better descriptor for this?): The characters talk directly to the camera, interview/documentary style. We get to see exactly how they feel about a given moment because they are reacting to it at that time. Audio and visual. Homage to Love8009 (per P'Jojo).
3. Social Media (ft The Artist Formerly Known as Twitter as well as Instagram): Not as insightful as the other two frameworks but does give context and a way for interaction, commentary, and exposition on a given plot. Visual. Probable homage to Together With Me, one of the first spicy BLs starring our kings, MaxTul.
Episode 1
Framework: Voiceover
Title: What’s Your Role in a Bar?
Narrator: Mew
End Credit Shot: Mew sitting on the floor in front of his fish tank
Episode 2
Framework: Talking Heads
Title: M.F.M My Favorite Man
Narrator: Everyone
End Credit Shot: Ray driving
Episode 3
Framework: Social Media (Twitter and Instagram)
Title: What Am I to You?
Narrator: Nick and Boston
End Credit Shot: Nick listening to TopBoston sex audio
Episode 4
Framework: Voiceover
Title: Emergency Contact
Narrator: Ray
Visual Moment: The flashback of RayMew is in 4:3 ratio; meaning it looks like recorded footage versus a memory
End Credit Shot: Ray driving (repeat from episode 2)
Episode 5:
Framework: Voiceover
Title: The Extra Hour
Narrator: Sand
Visual Moment: Intro and Outro are animated; black and white (made me think of the Take on Me MV by A-ha but I'm open to suggestions on what this might be referring to)
End Credit Shot: Sand driving his motorcycle
If anyone can think of anything else to add, please let me know! If you would like to be tagged in this post or any other meta, let me know and I'll add you.
Tagging the Ephemerality Squad: @lurkingshan, @waitmyturtles, @wen-kexing-apologist, @chickenstrangers, @ranchthoughts, @twig-tea, @clara-maybe-ontheroad, @distant-screaming
Apologies to anyone I forgot!
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Sims Questionnaire
I was tagged by @lilamausmaus and @charmingmushroom, thank you!
1. What’s your favorite sims death? well, I prefer my sims not to die at all 🤭 if they do, it’s usually from a good old age
2. Alpha CC or Maxis Match? today it’s mostly maxis match / maxis mix. I had an alpha phase during the sims 2-3 era though
3. Do you cheat when your sims gain weight? nope. I do not mind if they gain/lose weight on their own
4. Do you use move objects? always
5. Favorite mod? First Impressions and PreferencesPlus, these are relatively small mods, but they give sims some much needed depth
6. First expansion/game/stuff pack you got? for Sims 4 it was City Living and Vampires, if I remember correctly. for sims in general, it was Makin’ Magic🪄
7. Do you pronounce “live mode” like aLIVE or LIVing? aLIVE
8. Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made? well, I played with a particular redhead sim a few years ago, he was beautiful and very evil 😁 had a lot of fun, will definetely recreate him in the future
9. Have you made a simself? no, mostly because I’m generaly bad at making sims based on real people
10. What sim traits did you give yourself? geek, ambitious and socially awkward. and also lazy and perfectionist ambitious-lazy-perfectionist combo is great, I know
11. What is your favorite EA hair color? bluish-black 🖤
12. Favorite EA hair? medium hair that came with the Movie Night stuff pack, I gave it to many male sims
13. Favorite life stage? YA and A
14. Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay? I’m more into gameplay, I guess, but I do builds occasionaly
15. Are you a CC creator? nope. I have some basic understanding of how it’s done, but too lazy to get into it
16. Do you have any simblr friends/a sim squad? I have a lot of mutuals, it’s really great to have people to share sims stories with ❤️
17. What’s your favorite game? The Sims, the first one. beside the sims, I love TES series (lost countless hours in Morrowind!) and Fallout games, both isometric and first-person. do not even let me start on other favorites, it’ll be a long list 😅
18. Do you have any Sims merch? not really interested in it
19. Do you have a YouTube for sims? no
20. How has your “sim style” changed throughout your years of playing? surprisingly, not much no pics just take my word for it
21. What’s your Origin ID? same as my username, but I don't have any stuff there
22. Who’s your favorite CC creator? well, @peacemaker-ic, @lumenniveus and @awingedllama make good bb sets and objects. @pralinesims, @nucrests, @woosteru, @marsosims, @luutzi, @qrqr19, @mossylane and @sammi-xox create the best cas assets. and @myshunosun, @sforzcc and @madameriasims4 - everything they make is great, have a lot of their stuff in my game
23. How long have you had a simblr? since october 2022
24. How do you edit your pictures? just basic stuff like cropping and curves correction in Gimp
25. What expansion/game/stuff pack is your favorite so far? I guess it's Vampires, I played with it a lot! also Cats&Dogs, because come on, pets are essential
26. What expansion/game/stuff pack do you want next? might be an unpopular opinion, but it would be cool to have another Strangerville-style story pack
I feel like everyone have already done this, but if you’re reading this and want to do it - consider yourself tagged (and don't forget to mention me back so I can see it)!
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—Time slips away!
Burn out, don’t fade!
Dance on my grave!
I will never be them!—
Indie multimuse, multifandom blog.
Canon and OC muses present
Currently mobile-only
Semi-selective, semi-active
Open to asks and messages
More info (link to OCs, list of canon muses, writer info, and rules) under the cut.
OC Links
*Note: A few characters’ appearances/voices have changed, so make sure to check out the tags on the blog. OCs are tagged with “; (name)”— for example, my character Myarel is tagged with “; myarel” (no quotations).*
Canon Muses
*Note: Many of these muses aren’t listed on my muse page due to being unable to update said page from my phone. Muse tags vary. Some are tagged with fancy tags but I may switch between those and regular tags. They’re listed here in alphabetical order by fandom.*
**Edit: I’ve also marked which fandoms/muses are most active. Very active fandoms will be bolded, semi-active italic, and dormant/needing some time before interaction are regular text. I’ll also put an asterisk after new muses/muses I haven’t played yet. I beg that if a fandom isn’t bolded or italicized that you discuss it with me before sending something in or making a starter— I have a lot of muses and it takes time to get into the swing of new ones when I’m not in the right mindset!**
The Arcana: Asra Alnazar*, Julian Devorak, Portia Devorak*, Faust
American Gods: Mad Sweeney
Assassin’s Creed: Ezio Auditore da Firenze*, Aveline de Grandpré
Avatar: The Last Airbender: Zuko*
Back 4 Blood: Karlee*, Evangelo*
Baldur’s Gate 3: Astarion*
Boondock Saints: Murphy MacManus*
Call of Duty: Simon “Ghost” Riley*, Johnny “Soap” MacTavish*
Chappie: Chappie*
Columbo: Lt. Frank Columbo*
Dead Island/Riptide: Sam B, John Morgan*
Detroit: Become Human: Connor, Markus*
Dirty Bomb: Vassili*
Disturbed (band): The Guy*
Dream Daddy: Damien Bloodmarch*, Robert Small*
Dying Light: Kyle Crane*, Rahim*, Karim*
FNAF: Cupcake
Hazbin Hotel: Alastor, Angel Dust, Charlie, Husk, Lucifer
Homestuck: Gamzee, Calsprite
I, Frankenstein: Adam
Into the Badlands: Baron Quinn*
Jet Set Radio Future: Yoyo*
Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure: Jonathan Joestar*, Joseph Joestar, Jotaro Kujo*, Josuke Higashikata*, Giorno Giovanna*, Jolyne Cujoh*, Caesar Zeppeli
Kingdom Hearts: Axel
Left 4 Dead 2: Ellis, Nick
Marvel: Nightcrawler*, Moon Knight*, Eddie Brock/Venom*
Monster High: River Styxx*, Operetta*, Frankie Stein*
The Nightmare Before Christmas: Jack Skellington*
Obey Me!: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Diavolo
Onmyoji: Yasha*, Hiromasa*, Susabi*
Pirates of the Caribbean: Captain Jack Sparrow*
Portal: GLaDOS
Red Dead Redemption: John Marston*, Arthur Morgan*
Rise of the Guardians: Jack Frost*
Skullgirls: Valentine
Stardew Valley: Shane*
Steven Universe: Garnet*, Ruby*, Sapphire*, Sunstone*, Sardonyx*, Rainbow Quartz 2.0*
Spiritfarer: Gwen*
Suicide Squad: Diablo
Undertale/Deltarune: Papyrus, Sans, Susie*
Until Dawn: Chris*
The Village: Ivy Walker
Walking Dead/Fear: Negan Smith, Daryl Dixon, Morgan Jones, Shiva, Victor Strand*, Qaletaqa Walker*, Crazy Dog*
Warframe: Excalibur Umbra*
Warm Bodies: R, M
What We Do In The Shadows: Nandor the Relentless*, Viago*, Vladislav*
Info About The Writer
Hi! I’m Alistair— you can call me that, or you can use my username for pretty much everywhere else, TheetyPie/Theety. I don’t mind either way.
I’m a trans guy, I use he/they pronouns. I’m panromantic/asexual, and I’m 27 years old.
I have 3 cats, they’re my babies. I also (as you can tell from above) have a lot of OCs, and the number is still growing. I want to turn my ideas into a bigger creation someday, still not sure exactly where I want to go with it.
I do more than write. I do art, I like video games, music, and just collecting stuff. Current obsessions are Monster High, Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure, makeup, crystals, and jewelry.
Rules
The most important: I do not RP smut. In the past I’ve used the fade-to-black method, but I’m not entirely comfortable with that with most of my muses.
In the same vein, DO NOT FORCE SHIPS. I love ships as much as the next guy, but I would prefer to discuss it first, or for us to agree on it. It’s cool if your muse has a crush, totally fine— mine get crushes all the time! But make sure if you want to ship, we discuss it first.
In a similar vein to that one as well, no god-modding/powerplaying. If your character is strong, an immortal being, or whatever, cool! I have some of those too. But there should always be a limit. Don’t say your character is moving mine unless we’ve talked about that. Attempt to move them. Usually I follow along as long as boundaries aren’t pushed.
Don’t kill or seriously injure my muse without permission. Fights happen, of course, but again: discussion. I’m up for threads where my canon muses are injured or killed, but not where it happens to my OCs, unless we’re getting into a backstory and another OC that’s already deceased dies. Non-serious injuries are alright to come out of nowhere with, but if it’s a first meeting, I’d prefer to plot it out.
I’m semi-selective. I’m kind of particular about who I follow and who I thread with. I prefer us to be mutuals to thread, but you don’t have to be mutuals to send me things.
I’m very bad at keeping up with people. If you message me and I don’t respond, it’s usually bc I’m shy, I forgot, or I’m busy with work. It’s not you, I promise. Usually I don’t message first bc I’m nervous.
Back to shipping: I’m also multiship. Usually my ships are in different universes, unless discussed with all parties beforehand. The exception is a few of my OCs that are partnered together— ask about their availability. I love random ships, just talk to me about them!
I love duplicates of my muses. Whether it’s “x meets self” or I find someone I share a muse with, I love RPing with just about everyone. Please don’t hesitate to reach out if we have a muse in common!
One of my other most important statements, not really considered a rule, but it’s still important: if you want to know something about any muse, canon or OC, please tell me— ask or message me! I haven’t been able to write down a lot of info about any of them because I’m on mobile, but I will infodump for you if you need/want to know something. I love talking about my children, they’re precious to me.
If you send something in or make something for me when we haven’t even spoken, I might not feel comfortable responding. I’m very shy and nervous about not having any discussion beforehand. 😭
If there’s anything I left out or you need to know, just ask!
#cxdemistake#fjsjfjf this took a while#also look at all the muses#this is what happens when I consume tons of media on a break#I cling to 20000 fictional characters and need to write them#fhdjfj#also consider this my promo#pls reblog to help me find more active peeps#thx!#; promo
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So I have a couple 5 and 6 stars who I’ve e2’d, but It’s been burning through my resources (especially sanity to farm the chip packs) to get them up to snuff. That said I’m wondering what 4 stars you recommend e2ing? Doesn’t have to be an exhaustive list, just your top picks or essentials so I don’t have to break the bank so much to keep fleshing out my endgame options.
You did remember to raise your low stars first right? A fully operational base and squad can make farming for these higher rarities much easier.
Now, for five 4 stars I'd recommend raising:
1. Jaye - A no-brainer, Jaye is hilariously overpowered and one of the best assassins in the game with his high damage and lifesteal. Some wish to keep him E0 as his trading post skill is jaw-droppingly good and raising him actually makes it harder to use, but if you also have Gnosis, even this drawback is gone. E2L70 him, get S2M3, enjoy dropping him on enemies and turning them into sushi if they cannot kill him in one hit.
2. May - Nanoda is a Decel-binder disguised as a Marksman. A Sniper with a truly disgusting amount of CC and good damage, May especially shines in IS2 where she has incredible synergy with many collectible buffs. Seriously, get ASPD buffs, Spinach, and any SP regen for skills that charge by attacking, and watch her S1 keep someone permanently slowed while getting bursted down.
3. Cutter - Cutter earns her nuker tag. This Swordmaster eats drones and shits damage, doing a truly ridiculous amount of burst for her low rarity and cheap costs. Her S1 has her throw four throwing knives at random targets in front of her, but if only one enemy exists they can eat all four knives, letting her take a chunk out of many elite enemies. Her S2 on the other hand, is an AOE strike around her with very high numbers that also deals double damage to flying enemies, oneshotting most drones from the ground.
4. Podenco - A Decel Binder that can become a Medic with Skill 1, or throw a poison cloud that slows + silences enemies with Skill 2 for 6 seconds. What's that? You can just get a real healer any time you want and silence is a useless debuff? You won't be so dismissive when she carries you all the way to floor five of Integrated Strategies.
5. Utage - If you see anyone you don't like, you equip Utage with S2 then drop her right on their head. She'll fuck them up. You may be wondering "But she can only be deployed at half HP! Surely she won't win this fight?" She will win. She will Fuck. Them. Up.
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A Rebel In My Soul | Final Chapter: Rebel
Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Fem!Mitchell!Reader
Word count: 3.1k
Warnings: MISSION CHAPTER with this, you can know basically all that happens, but here are the warnings. guns, missiles, explosions, mentions of death... you know the deal. fluufffffff at the end bc we deserve it.
Summary: Y/N “Rebel” Mitchell is one of the best aviators of her generation. She grew up hearing the adventures and stories of Maverick, her father, that he used as bedtime stories. She became an aviator with her best friend Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw and now both of them have to come back to the Top Gun Academy for an important mission. Only the best of the best is called for this mission, including the southern idiot called Jake “Hangman” Seresin. Both of you had hated each other since day one. Now, having to work together once more, you count the days for this mission to be over, not only to never see Hangman again, but to also cut all connections again with your father.
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A/N: GUYS I LITERALLY CRIED WHILE WRITING THE END OF THIS SERIES. It's so precious to me, it was this little series the one that gave me the strength and the courage to keep writing, and it brought a lot of you here... It's so sad to let it go. I just can't imagine not writing about Rebel anymore :( Thank you to all of you who had accompanied me in this first journey that its my very first series but don't worry, there's more to come! Special thanks to @purplevortexx because she had been giving me a lot of strength this past few weeks and without her support, and all of you my beautiful readers, this wouldn't have been possible.
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Jake is trying his best to restart the engines, the left one has been damaged by the SAMs explosions. He is looking at the picture that Payback gave him only an hour ago. He knows that the loving smile in Y/n’s face is lost forever. She has lost his father and his best friend, who she considers her brother, with minutes of difference. He cannot allow you to lose your boyfriend too.
He shuts down the left engine and breathes again when the right one starts working. These aircrafts are prepared to fly with only one functioning engine. Jake will make it to the carrier.
“Talk to me, Jake”
“Everything’s good, y/n. Breathe again, you’re not losing more people today” he says while ascending to situate his F-18 next to hers.
“I almost had a heart attack,” you confess.
“It takes more than one busted engine to stop me, sweetheart”
“Two busted engines” adds Bob.
“I don’t think it’s time for jokes, Bob” reprimands him Phoenix.
“Okay guys, we’re leaving now. Let’s get back. Dagger six, if your aircraft makes the slightest weird thing, you eject.”
“Roger that, dagger five” Jake confirms, knowing that you’re trying your best to not cry. Everyone’s hearing you right now, and if you let out the smallest indicator that the two of you are in a relationship, one of you is out.
You move towards the carrier, feeling more tired than ever.
“Rebel, tally two, 6:00 low” tells you Fanboy.
Well shit. They’re following the squad.
“Dagger five requesting permission to engage”
“Negative, dagger five”
“Sir, they’re right behind us”
“Wait for them to shoot first” says Cyclone.
“Dagger six has only one functioning engine, he’s gonna be the target!”
“Wait for them, Rebel” he insists.
“Dagger four, dagger six, fly ahead of us” you order.
“What? Rebel we’re not going anywhere” Payback isn’t having it.
“Guys, I need you to protect Hangman. And if you move ahead, and they follow you, I will shoot those motherfuckers back to their motherland”
“Reb-”
“Please, Hangman. It’s an order” you say, not looking in his direction.
“Let’s go, Payback” Jake gives in, knowing that he can’t help you this time.
When the two aircrafts move slightly away from the formation, one of the bandits shoots.
“Fight’s on, guys. Dagger six keep moving. Dagger four, defend him. Dagger three, let’s show these pilots not to mess with Dagger squad”
Phoenix turns her aircraft around, moving away from the formation and making one of the bandits follow her. You, however, are very tired of this mission and those assholes, so you opt for the easy way. You make a cobra maneuver, positioning right behind the bandit. In just a few seconds you have gotten rid of him. “I’m coming, Phoenix!”
“I’m out of flares!” she says.
You move faster and after some agonizing seconds, bandit’s down, and all of you can breathe again. “Dagger returning” you say, before moving with Payback and Hangman.
Once your feet touch the deck, you run straight to your friends and hug them. All of them hug you tight, knowing that this is not because you’re grateful to see them again. It’s because they’re the only family you have left.
“I’m so sorry, y/n” Fanboy says, caressing your hair. “You need us to go see Cyclone?”
“Shit, the report… I don’t know if I have strength for that”
“Darlin’, you sure you’re okay?” asks Jake, grabbing your face between his hands.
“Yes, I’m okay”
“Y/n, you lost-”
“I know what I lost so please, don’t remind me right now. I’m trying to not think about it. Because I know that once I let that thought sink in, I'm not gonna be able to breathe anymore.” you cut Payback, even though he was just trying to check on you.
“Why is Hondo running towards us?” Phoenix questions, looking at Hondo who is really happy.
“Rooster is in an F-14” he says when he gets to your group.
“HE’S WHERE?” yells Bob, scaring the shit out of you because he has never raised his voice. Not even once.
“He’s alive” Jake says, and your world stops spinning again for the hundredth time today. “Does he know how to fly an F-14?”
“No…but my dad does” you clarify, and see how the group hugs each other because, apparently, you have not lost anyone today.
Your eyes wander around the deck, stopping in your aircraft. Maybe you can go up again and make sure that they are okay.
“You know they’re not gonna let you fly, sugar” Jake says, his hand in the small of your back.
“I'm the team leader now,” you retort, trying to persuade him even though he is not the one that has to let you fly. “And those two are part of my team. It’s my responsibility”
“You’ve gone through a lot today”
“You’re just sulky because you can’t fly with me” you say, moving away from him and going to talk to Cyclone. Jake chuckles, knowing that you’re telling the truth, and follows you.
If you’re going up there, he’s going too.
“I don’t know, Mitchell. You acted better than many veteran pilots and that was your family up there” Cyclone says, pacing around the room, and considering the options. “Coyote is ready to go up, he could bring them back”
“Sir, I trust Coyote with my life. But I’m team leader. I have to do it”
He looks at you for a few seconds, scanning your face and thinking about all the possible scenarios.
“You’ve gone through a lot, Lieutenant. You’re staying here, I’ll send Coyote” Cyclone finally says.
“Let me go, sir. I’ll bring them back” Jake says, knowing that you want, at least, one of you to bring those two back.
“Your aircraft is in no condition to fly, Hangman”
“Then give me another one”
“There’s only two-seaters left.”
“Let Rebel be my back seater” that makes you look at him from the corner of your eye. It’s not what you wanted but at this point, you’ll take what you can get.
“That’s okay with me. I just want to save them”
“No. It’s a no, Lieutenants” Cyclone sits on his chair, signaling the end of the conversation. You’re not finished. You’re going to get them, even if he gives you the order or not.
“Sir, I don’t care” retorts Hangman, leaning over his desk, his voice hard and commanding, as if he was the one giving the orders here and not the man sitting on the chair in front of him. Honestly, if your father and brother weren’t in a potentially dangerous situation, you would find this rather hot. “I don’t care if you give me authorization. I’ll just go, get an F-18, and make sure my teammates make it back to the carrier in one piece. Those bandits that came for us weren’t the ones that we saw earlier on the radar. Those are probably chasing them as we speak. They need help”
Cyclone looks at Jake with a look that rather reflects admiration for the balls you need to have to talk like that to your superior, or a growing wish of chewing his head off.
“Rebel will be backseater. And you, Hangman, you better hand in a formal apology after this”
“You’ll have it before the day ends, sir” He salutes him and exits the room, you're following behind him and closing the door. You wait to be far away from the office before speaking.
“Did you just go against direct orders?”
“Yep” he simply says.
You laugh. “I didn’t know you had it in you”
“What can I say? I have a rebel in my soul”
You stop walking, looking at the back of his head. “Did you just-”
“Don’t say it” he cuts you in, his ears turning red because of the cheesy thing he had said.
Laughing, the two of you go straight to the deck, the crew already preparing a two-seater for you. Fanboy, followed by the rest of the squad, hands you your helmet. “Be sure to bring those idiotas back, so I can scold them,” he says.
“Bag man” calls Phoenix.
“Yes?”
“Take care of my girl” she gives Jake his helmet. He nods, getting in the front seat. You sit and turn on all the necessary devices.
Once you two are airborne, however, all fun and jokes are gone. The radar show you two aircrafts, one is the F-14, the other one, who is flying straight to their nose, is one of the bandits from earlier.
“It’s flying straight to them and it doesn’t seem like it’s gonna stop, Hangman”
"It's gonna be a dog fight in a second"
He speeds the aircraft, but it doesn't seem to be fast enough.
"Jake"
"I know, were getting there"
You know that Jake’s flying as fast as he can, but for you, it seems like you’re not moving. The aircraft’s missile launches from under the wing.
"JAKE!"
But he's faster than you, and he has already pressed the button, your own missile hitting the aircraft and making the enemy's projectile explode.
Hangman flies the two of you through the smoke, and you see the F-14 up close. Both are moving their arms, Rooster letting his head fall against the seat.
"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. These are your saviors speaking. Please, fasten your seatbelts, return your tray tables to their licked and upright positions and prepare for landing" Jake jokes, making your father and Rooster laugh too.
"Hey, Hangman. You look good."
"I am good, Rooster. I'm very good" you roll your eyes. Some things don't change.
"How the heck did you get my daughter in the backseat? asks your dad, looking at you.
"You know, when your father and your brother act like idiots, disobey direct orders, and you have to assume team leader position, they don't let you fly to rescue them" you state.
"You good?" asks your dad with pain in his voice.
"I am now. Lucky for me, I don't have to go to another funeral this week."
"Reb, I-"
"We'll talk later, Rooster," you cut him. "Let's go, Hangman"
"We'll see you back on deck" he says, turning the aircraft and beginning the landing maneuvers.
Once they land, you run to them, helmet in hand, and wait until Rooster steps out of the F-14. When his foot touches the tarmac, you throw your helmet to his stomach.
"What WERE YOU THINKING?"
"The other Mitchell said the exact same thing to me before. I don't need to go over this again." Rooster says, getting close to you to hug you.
You push him away, raising an accusatory finger. "Oh no, no. You're gonna hear me out. You do this bullshit again, and I'll kill you myself"
"Mav also went down?" he says, trying to dodge the bullet.
"But he saved you. That was the whole point!"
"Why are you talking like him?" he whines, looking with pleading eyes at Maverick who is getting closer.
"Because you're dumb. Next time someone tells you to not think, you better NOT LISTEN"
"Hey, it worked out. Don't be too harsh" your dad remarks.
"And you! You had to save Rooster and I get it, better you than him. I get it, really. But why, why, do you tell a himbo to not think?" you berate.
"HEY" Rooster protests.
"What's a himbo?" inquires Mav with a frown.
"Oh, lord," you groan, exasperated by these two.
Hangman comes to your little group, patting Rooster's back.
"Hangman! Thanks for saving our asses," your dad hugs Jake, and you remember that you promised to introduce him to your boyfriend.
“It’s nothing, sir”
“Chalked yourself another kill, huh?” Rooster says, patting Jake’s shoulder.
“That makes two” he says, but he looks at you, a proud look on his face. “She has three. Four if you count the last one”
“I didn’t do anything, it was yours, Jake” you claim, looking at your father, who is smiling like a mad man. “What?”
“He’s the boyfriend” he states, and you hide behind Rooster, who is now laughing loudly.
Jake, not afraid of anything right now, smiles and nods. “Yes, sir. It’s only been a few days but I hope you don’t mind that I’m dating your daughter”
Mav looks at him and nods. “I wouldn’t trust anyone else to be with her”
Jake hugs you and kisses your head, knowing that it’s the only thing he can do in front of the crew. Mav and Rooster hug, and in their faces you see that their inner war is over. Everything will be okay. Your family is back together, with one unexpected new member. But you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Few days later, back at base, you follow Maverick to the Hard Deck. He wants to propose to Penny, but he’s nervous and doesn’t want to go alone. But when you get there, it turns out that Penny and Amelia are gone on a trip, and nobody knows when they’re gonna be back. It hurts to see your father like this… but you know that he will propose to her in a few days.
That same afternoon, you and Rooster are showing Jake pictures of the two of you that Mav has scattered around the hangar he calls his home. Jake literally steals one of you wearing a tiny flying suit and your dad’s aviators.
“I’m going to put this in my cockpit” he says, running away from you.
“No! Give it back, it’s really embarrassing!” you whine, but he isn’t having it.
You stop running when you see Amelia looking around the hangar. “Dad?” you yell at the man who is working on his plane with Bradley.
“Yes, sweetie?”
“I think you have a visitor” you smile, pointing to the exterior, where a stunning Penny is waiting for Mav to notice her presence.
You watch in awe how Maverick talks to her, and kneels down, offering her one beautiful ring that you had help to choose. Penny, with tears in her eyes, nods quickly. Rooster and you hug each other, happy that your dad is now moving on, creating his own story, and hopefully, leaving behind all the guilty thoughts that had followed him since Goose died.
He had never told you or Rooster, but you don’t have to be a genius to know. He didn’t allow himself to be happy, to have a life with someone he loves, to grow up surrounded by a big family… because in his mind, the idea of having a life when Goose wouldn’t be able to live the one he had planned was heart-wrenching.
He seems to be able to move on, now. With Penny at his side, and you and Rooster at the other.
Maverick got his wife and kids, in the end.
“We should go on a holiday, you know” Fanboy says while finishing his tequila shot.
“Mickey, we only have a 3-day leave. Where are we going in 3 days?” you say, sitting closer to Jake, who is caressing your thigh under the table.
“I don’t know, Disneyworld?” he suggests, making you all laugh.
“We can go to my family’s ranch” Jake says, looking at you. “My dad wants to meet you”
You choke on your drink. “Your dad knows about me?”
“Of course, he does! Since the academy” he admits. “And I’ve been bragging about my badass girlfriend since we came back”
“He doesn’t believe she’s dating you right?” says Payback, laughing at Jake’s face.
“Dad Seresin doesn’t think someone as cool will be with a loser like me”
“Well, you’re my loser. And I love you” you say, kissing his cheek.
“I love you, too. But are we meeting my parents or not? Because we’re gonna need some plane tickets”
“Yes, yes we’re going” you say, making all your friends cheer and raise their drinks.
They talk about all the things they want to do there, when you notice Jake’s hand moving towards yours, grabbing it while he gets up. “Come with me”
You follow him outside the bar, moving to the benches. He sits down, motioning with his hand that you sit in front of him, which you gladly do.
“So… this is gonna be cheesy and if you say any of this to someone, I will deny everything” he begins, making you laugh.
“Duly noted”
“Well… you know we can’t tell everyone that we’re dating because… They will make one of us leave the team, and now we’re an Elite squad. I don’t want to lose one of the best pilots I’ve ever seen”
You smile, grabbing his hand between yours. “Don’t need everyone to know, Jake.”
“I know… but I have something for you” he says, taking something out of his pocket. It’s a necklace, with a… F-18?
“It’s our aircraft?” he nods, signaling the numbers written in the silver pendant. “Oh those are the numbers of the one we flow to save Mav and Rooster”
“I know it’s… corny. But I couldn’t get you a ring”
You raise your head so fast you feel dizzy. “A what?”
“I’m not proposing” he clarifies. “Not yet, anyway. It’s too soon. But it’s a promise. A promise necklace”
You can’t hide your smile, closing your fingers around the pendant. “What it’s the promise?”
“I promise to love you, be faithful, and protect your ass when you’re in the air”
You roll your eyes, ignoring your beating heart that it’s about to explode. “You were doing so good, Seresin…”
“I’m not a man of sweet words” he says, looking down.
You hold his chin between your thumb and index finger and make him raise his head. “No, you’re a man of actions. Someone who has been at my side in every single terrible moment this past month had in store for me. I don’t know what would’ve been of me without you”
He nods, smiling a bit and trying to hide his red ears. You have come to know in the last few days that he gets shy more often than he likes to admit. “So… with the necklace I’m trying to say that I will be with you, every step of your life, as long as you want me, just like I did when we were on that F-18.”
You kiss him with all you got. All your love, all your admiration, all your entire being. Every single part of your soul is focused on making him feel as loved as he makes you feel. It’s hard to explain all the emotions rushing through your body at this moment. But there’s one emotion that outshines the rest, the most important one.
You feel loved, more than you’ve ever been, by a man you swore to hate.
And when you look into his emerald irises once he pulls away, you see in them the promise of a future that no one else can give you.
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