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if its okay to ask, ive been listeing through all of f@tt for the last like, have a year or so, and im finally getting close to the end (close as in im about to start sangfielle, but grand scheme i still think thats close, lol). do you have any podcasts / webcomics / books / etc that you feel have a similar tone, or that you really like as well?
thank you!
okay! hi. sorry this took forever to get around to because i honestly don't know a lot of things that i would consider to be in the same vein as f@tt? the two immediate ones that sprung to my mind were heaven will be mine and gundam, but i get the strangest feeling you already know about both of those. i do have some suggestions that, while not really like friends at the table, i feel you're liable to get something out of if you like it.
podcastwise, something rotten and the ranged touch podcasts (i've only listened to homestuck made this world, but am going to get around to the others, any my friends like them, lol) are nonfiction analysis podcasts. i'm pretty sure austin was actually on the most recent ranged touch patreon episode? but i don't have the money for many subscription things right now, so i can't confirm if that was actually the latest one or anything. + batman unburied is honestly a pretty good podcast that i would recommend if you can buy into the bullshit that is required to get into any major superhero setting. i've also enjoyed what i listened to of campaign: star wars, though that has been very limited. my interest in star wars varies pretty heavily, so i can only listen to it when i'm in a specific mood, and when i am in that mood i'm usually working on catching up on a more civilized age instead.
webcomics: brainchild, fairmeadow, the last halloween, prague race, soil that binds us, and white noise i've all enjoyed what's been put out so far & think other fatt fans may like. i'm a particularly devoted longtime fan of prague race, and i've been really liking white noise.
books: discworld is a very mixed bag for me, but i can't pretend i don't get anything out of it, and i feel if you haven't already read it that there's going to be a lot of appeal overlap for parts of fatt. this is how you lose the time war, obviously. i've moved recently, and have basically a full storage unit's worth of books, but not easy access to them, so i can't really go through and give you recommendations at the moment, because most of the books/series i'm taken with are bad but interesting, and most things that i file under that category i don't know if everyone else will similarly appreciate. i can give you a reading list when i actually get settled in at some point, lol.
shows & movies: nope 2022, the boys (if you can get past the grossout shock humor part of it), the expanse (i am intending to read the books but can't speak to the quality of those yet), the get down, event horizon, palm springs, his house, star trek (especially tng/ds9), princess tutu. this is just off the top of my head, i'm sure i could actually find more shit that i feel like i could put here if i combed through everything i've ever watched.
video games: if you like janine's characters in specific, dragon age will probably be up your alley. other than that, weird west, fallen london and the games surrounding it, disco elysium (obviously), the dishonored series, elder scrolls, zero escape, slay the spire, a mortician's tale, king of the castle (obviously, again), fallen hero, manor hill, vespertines, & dr langeskov (^^) i've all found charming and to hold some level of interest.
i have a lot more things i could recommend if you don't specifically want something good, but i figure i should leave it at things i can actually recommend without too many disclaimers (besides discworld) for this.
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Sonic.exe: (drunk as shit) an' uh- you... y... uuuhhh... honestly? Your girl isss... rreeEALLYy cool actshtually... (demoman noises) aa- at leasth you donth av to let a one offf phrase thefine yu...
SCP-166 Epon: (showing off her eìre goddess side) y- yuyeaahhh... thscanks for teaching her about... th-uuuhh thE SECOND AMENDMENT (she- did she fucking down half a pint of hard liquor like th- IS THAT IN THE "APOCALYPSE KNIGHT" CODE?) WOOOOOOOOOO! thiss... thissum gus shite i tellyahwat...- anyway ye t- think its hardd? Boi lemme tell ye, im suppos' ta be the Foundation's WAIFU! And thossshshshsheee...ff... fUCKs go after... (sighs) the fuckin' furrybait shy girll
Sonic.exe: prEaCh girl, thats... thatsh whut ye learned from whenyou uh... l-lived in a c...hurch
Epon: y-yuh cause like... me father's alto cLef yknow??? He focken döömped me thaer! Me name meansh fucken MEESTÆK in HEBREw! Like???
Sonic.exe: at leASt yer creatorshnot a fuken EDGELORD! HAAAAA
(They both drown the cringe in alcohol)
Herobrine: the top sniper of the Creepypasta Unit and the Second Knight of the Apocalypse everyone. (Disappointment intensifies)
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Tumblr furry: hang on, i get to stay AWAKE and it still counts as anesthesia?
Aubergine Man: its some SCP shit but its actually harmless (turns on red lightsaber) anyway, you said you wanted to transition?
Tumblr furry: yes pls i need the gender euphoria
Aubergine Man: Based.
Aubergine Man: also you get a free blåhaj after gender-affirming surgery and you get three months of hormones free of charge, but then you need a renewal service and depending on the fandom the price can change-
Gaster (from the storage room): afton PLEASE dont advertise during sURGERY
Orochimaru, all the way from the office: yeah! Its annoying!
Aubergine Man William Afton: ah whatever, anyway time for some personalized genital moddding :D
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Eric: so... uuhhh
Kyle: no, i wont tell anybody WHAT you used as the generator for dickinbaus
Butters: you promise?
Kyle: considering that i just saw 30 SCPs taped toghether to generate infinite energy from a taco-bell induced diharrea attack from cartman, yeah
Eric: good.
Eric: so... (looms at butter) you wanna do a nuclear warcrime? I want to staple a nuclear reactor to the dickinbaus
Butters: yeah! Nuclear energy!!!
Kyle: what the fuck is wrong with you two
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Pomni: what is this... white space?
Ink: welcome to the anti-void
Uncle grandpa: its basically an infinite canvas at the bottom of the undertale multiverse.
Dr.bright: its also a physical version of the Noosphere
Pomni:... a- (spontaneous combustion)
I fucking told y'all
(All the charachters that ever canonically knew or had access to a "white space" like the undertale anti-void/uncle grandpa "intermission space" proceed to nod, agree, and talk about how such a simple concept is THIS complex apparently)
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MONIST-1 RA: when i discovered that "Deimos" is also the name of a Madcom Charahcter i... genuinely liked this rock even more
Metat Aun: some people compare me to a scene of an extremely ancient cradle film... "2001 space odissey"... whatever tf that means
P.O.L.L.V.X.: a pilot canonically "pacified" me by having yaoi seggs with me
(Everyone embarassed)
Lancer!Alex (callsign ALPHA): (face bursts from pavement like he got shot from a basement or shit) and i would do it agaaain~
(All NHPs are now currently screaming in abject fear at the UwU NHP-Fucker pilot)
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Collector: why are we in ukraine?
Sonic.exe: i wanna teach you how to use a sniper rifle by killing some REALLY bad russian generals
Collector:... considering my lore, i would like you to define "bad"
Sonic.exe: the one we're "hunting" rn? He kills 10% of his squad every time they lose. And they lose A LOT.
Collector:...
Sonic.exe: were using Alex's "special ammo". This one is .65 BMG, Telekill/Depleted Uranium anti-tank DARPA. And theyre encased in fucking NuclearCraft Extreme Alloy. Because the powder used is so reactive it makes caesium and water look like a fart in a kids cartoon.
Collector:... (realizes that theyre basically launching nukes out of a customized-af barrett) what the fuck is Alex ON when he does these things???
Sonic.exe: the autistic spectrum
Collector: oh yeah right
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(48??u or something idk)
Xian Xiaoli: i need a melee weapon but all i have is the pieces to make a shotgun the size of a Barbarossa!
RA, from a busted radio: then do it?
Xian: how???
RA: let me use my Funny OP-plz-nerf Paracasualty Powers
Xian Xiaoli: (MONIST-1 RA enlightened noises)
Xian Xiaoli: (shudders) whOOH! That actually felt kinda good... thanks!
RA: any day girl!
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Shinji: just so you know, i figured that you didnt wanna do this to "save humanity"
Kaworu: how did you know?
Shinji: Kaworu, we have been lovely breeding each other for 6 hours straight. Its 2 AM and were naked under the covers while we cant feel our S H L O N G S anymore, this is TOO gay to be a "world-saving effort", and honestly?
Shinji, fully embracing kaworu: i wouldnt have any other way ❤️
(They then kept being lovebirds throughout the entire night. Rei was the only one who knew about this but shes based enough that when Asuka asked her she roundhouse kicked her into the wall) (because rei is THUG LIFE BAYBEEEE)
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SCP-096: wait, WHAT
Umbral: yeah, my name is like this because he thought "Number 96" sounded dumb. And one day he goes "actually when I watched the anime i never figured out your name" SO NOW HERE WE ARE!
096: at least its a good name...?
Umbral: THATS THE ONLY UPSIDE-
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Betê Noire betty: please tell me you're joking.
Bright: yep. Were now Alex's OCs because our creatore were associate with Predators
Betty: what
Bright: yeah hes like that
Betty: ALEX IS "LIKE THAT"? HE PHYSICALLY WANTS PEDERASTY TO REMAIN A THING OF THE GREEKS AND NOT A CRIME. Which would be good... IF HE DIDNT WANNA ANTIMEMETICS HUB IT OUT OF THE HUMAN PSYCHE
Bright: yep. He has good intentions, but sonetimes the way he goes about them are... excessively violent.
Betty: and he excuses his mistakes with autism?
Bright: only when its ACTUALLY the autism
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Hank: no you dont get it- Rye is the girlfriend, and Chelsea is the emoticona support pillow
Chelsea: exactly
Rye: (whispers to chelsea) wait so we take turns?
Chelsea: (whispers back) yeah girl, i got the assets but you got the wholesome
Rye: (whispering) aww tysm
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Hunter: honestly nice UNO win there, anyways why are we in your room and what did you mean by "taking your rewar-"
Willow: (stretches Vine like whip)
Hunter: (blushing HARD) oh shit-
(30 mins later, in the living room)
The collector: (staring right at Luz and Amity with the eyes of somebody that is 👌 this close to SNAPPING.) this is what i hear every fucking time i just wanna play pokemon in PEACE, and you two decide to give more material to the "next generation" part of our fandom.
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Monika: ok no seriously Alex, your mom is right- YOU CANT BUY MORE YUGIOH DUDE STAHP
Need content for unboxing. ( ◕_◕)
Monika: (mental breakdown) why are you like this
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Bright: i still feel you did something REALLY stupid
Clef: RE-LAAAAAX. Alex is a literal eigenweapon but he has a moral compass, hes gonna go there and do the job
Shaw: clef. You basically unleashed the only thing that can kill 682 (and then ressurrect it for "natural order" bullshit) on a small CI platoon that managed to get SCP-882.
Shaw: you sent a nuclear bomb eater to recover a nuclear bomb from nuclear thieves
Clef: (realizes that he is gonna be the reason the Veil is gonna be used as a hanging rope for the CI) fuck.
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Epon: why does my "knight" form... excite you so much
Sìgurros: girl, look me in the eyes and TELL me that "fiery war goddes of bare-handed murder with toned abs and large bazonkas" isnt peak waifu
Epon: (teary-eyed from the compliment) t...thank youuuu 🥺
Sìgurrós: exactly :3
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Benjamin kirby Tennyson: i feel like i am forgetting something important
Rex salazar: well you know how the reference goes
Daniel Fenton: if you forgot then it wasnt important!
Ben: u guys are right :3 its probably nothing
(Meanwhile, a few trilion lightyears from earth...)
Alex (Gear5): Ğømü ģòmų ñô...
Divinity: WAIT PLEASE NO-
Alex (Gear5): MÜŁŤÏVĘŘŚÉ ĞÂŤĻĪŃĞ!
Divinity: (cant speak on account of getting fisted from across every fandom ever at once)
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Belos: what.
Luz: yeah so... Alex is about to kill us all
Alex (Gear5) Alex-ULTIMATE FORM : GOMU GOMU NO-
Collector: and its all your fault
Amity: and YOU wanted to join forces with him
Odalia: yeah i know dear daughter, i mean- you get a girlfriend that is a human with less manners than a wild animal? Eh i can survive that. The literal emperor of the boiling isles being not only ugly, misoginistic and bigoted, but also a massive idiot? Oh titan NOPE
Hunter: yeah... considering what he did until now, if i knew he was THIS stupid i would have defected the instant i saw someone else even remotely smart
Alex-ULTIMATE FORM:
DIGAMMA METEOR!
Eda: congratulations, youre a failure
Belos:what-
(And then everyone died in a gigantic HBM mod themed explosion because yes.) (AND there was epic music behind it because here in italy we use sick beats as condiment for explosions)
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Herobrine: between Entity303 using all our internet connection for yaoi, and SCP-4335 basically being kirby but with even less braincells?
Herobrine: better than the screming italians and their constant overkillage anyway
Bill: the what
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Scunt player: what... ARE you?
Alex, omnitrix transformation 250 "team fortress" version SCOUT ultimate form cyberpsychosis scout: im... your upgrade?
Scunt player: that explains the green
Cyberpsychosis scout: those are a ben 10 reference
The entire fucking server: (peeks to see whats happening) what.
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Jax: you know, i get that i need to be nicer to others...
Jax: but INFINITE OVER-THE-TOP ULTRAVIOLENT TORTURING IS NOT WHAT I EXPECTED
Talloran: BOO! GROW A PAIR!
Jax: (crying in existential pain)
Lmao get rekt
Pomni:... why do i feel satisfied looking at this
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Pomni: i want to kill.
Caine: what
Pomni: (looks right at caine) you will be the last one to see this place die.
Caine: what???
Ragatha: (blushing) woah uh-
Pomni: (points to ragatha) you shall reign over the aftermath of my fury.
Ragatha:... thats actually kinda hot ngl
Caine: WHAT THE-
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049: im sorry what
1048: ok look we get it sounds weird but-
2295: we want to build an EVA unit!
049: WHY ARE YOU ASKING ME-
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(Downtime action "Go Diving", gain result 6)
ALPHA: what the fu-
SCP-035: so uhm... if you ever need to know, SCP stuff is compatible with this setting but uuuuhhh... NOT the other way around!
ALPHA: i have questions and that wasnt one of them
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Chara: why does the fnaf movie have a scene where a child does MY "eyes bleeding void" thing?
G. Freddy: in that film im the 「stand」 of a little girl and matpat is there to do the "just a theory" line. Dont ask wtf were the producers smoking
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Sonic.exe after hearing about the "pissing on the moon" incident: yeah sure, like eggman actually DID that...
(A few hours later)
Sonic.exe: (traumatized)
Sonic: we told you.
Shadow: seriously, he was drunk, what did you expect.
Sonic.exe: (broken innocence noises)
Tails: is he gonna have that thousand-yard stare for long? I need somebody to debug a program...
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Baby: i excuse the glorified dress-up but i draw the line at tHIS
Afton: (doing the California Girls meme as a mass of wires in the Vanny costume... all while the "proportions" are "exaggerated") this is how its fucken done :>
Gregory: really. THIS is the villain of the series?
Baby: the film removed all the nuance dear
Gregory: sick claw tho
Baby: ty
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Cyana: (looks around)
Cyana:
Cyana:.
Cyana:..
Cyana:...
Cyana: where the fuck am i.
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Susie: kris where the fuck are we
Kris: this is the chernobyl reactor in 1989, we are here because Towa from DBXV wants to stop Boris The Slav Superstar to crawl out of Reactor 4
Susie: oh yeah, side gig at the dragonball time patrol, i remember
Kris: you need some Omega-3 girl
Susie: where the fuck do i find all that fish tho?
Kris: do i LOOK like i would know?
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Herobrine: ma dici che qualcuno ci fa caso che noi due (come tutti) sappiamo l'italiano
Sans: seeeeeeeeh come se qualcuno ci facesse caso
Herobrine: la "libreria" a snowdin si chiama "librerbia".
Sans: ...senti un pò blockman-
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Alex: im 70% sure this is normal
Cross: Alex, Xgaster is getting springlocked
Alex: yeah thats what i said
Xgaster: (suffering for his fandom crimes in an excessively graphic way)
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Astolfo: being in the testosterone squad is actually really based
(postal dude does a terrorism)
Astolfo: i mean, the only reason im here is that all my testosterone went in my Monster Can and im also pretty sure its also a health problem for future me but hey i get to be the sniper because i have the lowest T of all the squad
Astolfo: (another Gmod explosion in the background) which is probably ANOTHER health hazard. but Duke smokes literal kilos of cigars a day, Postal dude heals using crack, and im pretty sure Slayer is like, 1% Biologically Human so im... probably fine!
Astolfo: we get full health benefits (not just dental) and we kill people as the most masculine team ever, so we're not getting bored anytime soon
(another fucking explosion but this time its CLOSER???) (boi wut dhehel boi)
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Cimmerian: i have no idea WHY am i able to kill Alex by telling him hes wrong.
Cimmerian: and at this point? im not fucking asking.
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Frisk: wait, how did we end up like this?
Betty: see, the thing is, Alex rewrote like three AUs toghether and taped them to eachother, and it WORKED. years later we do wacky adventures and right now were fighting plantera
Asriel, currently escaping from the funny omega flowey joke: FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FU-
Frisk: yeah its the last part thats confusing
Chara (flying on a- thats a fucking jetpack): Dimensional Breach. we are going deep into Asriel's Terraria file to grab a zenith and unfuck things up back there
Frisk: ok... still doesnt explain asriel's starter weapon being a funny prism tho
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Massive wave of mindustry drones all ominously chanting the "hamburger cheeseburger big mac whopper" song:
Alex: so yeah, im gonna out-drone robotnik
Sonic:...
Sonic:... compared to eggman, robotnik is fucking insane
Sonic.exe: and extremely pathetic
Sonic: exactly my (technically our) point, but still; Alex. WHAT THE FUCK
Alex: IM GETTING THIS FUCKING SECTOR
IM GETTING THIS FUCKING SECTOR
Sonic.exe: oh no hes doing that thing where hes both in and out of this reality
Sonic: fuck
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Ink: so uhm... should we do something about that?
(SCP-3125 stuck in the threads holding the papers that make the Undertale Multiverse while other SCP gods try to pull him out)
Error: NAAAAAH
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Uncle sam: (turns out to be an immortal sarkic man that genuinely wants to help)
[REDACTED]: let him cook.
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Vriska: 4r3 y0u 3v3r g0nn4 w47ch 0ur 53r135?
Tf do i know
Vriska: FU-
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Shaggy: like zoinks scoob
Shaggy: we fell in the backrooms
Scooby: ruh roh
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Rick:... tumblr is-
Emptier than you expect?
Rick: yeah.
#welcome to the multiverse#homestuck#sonic#sonic.exe#undertale#underverse#scp foundation#ink sans#error sans#deltarune#kris where the fuck are we#rick and morty#autism#glitchtale betty#astolfo#xgaster#fnaf movie#moon elf cyana#herobrine#bill cipher#sans undertale#ddlc monika#golden freddy#ultra instinct shaggy#dr jack bright#tf2#HBM mod#one piece gear 5#the owl house#5YL
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— KAI'S WIPS ✧
× a peek inside of my convoluted storage disk of a brain <3
× no guarantee when they'll be posted </3 hope u understand !
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e2l ask game (seungkwan)
svt + a song ask game (jeonghan, wonwoo)
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✧ full length fics
retrograde | seungcheol
× tags: enemies to lovers, amnesia, fantasy
with your name having been on the top of the royal family’s hit list for months, it’s no surprise that they’ve hired the infamous hellhound to bring them your head. but when the most prolific bounty hunter in the land suddenly loses his memories, you’re not quite sure what to do with him.
starcrossed losers | jeonghan
× tags: fantasy, enemies to lovers, arranged marriage
at age fifteen, you’re betrothed to a prince named jeonghan. at age twenty-five, you’re set to marry him. so, when your father gives you a chance to find love all on your own, you immediately take it. now if only jeonghan would stop fucking sabotaging every relationship you’re trying to get into.
paris | jeonghan
× tags: manager!reader, secret relationships, angst
you knew it from the start: a love like yours was never meant to prosper.
eyes meeting, hearts apart | joshua
× tags: bartender!reader, requited unrequited love
summary: you could've fallen for the man who owns a flower shop across the street, the singer who takes the stage of the bar every other day. hell, even the landlord's flirtatious son could've been a better choice. but you can't really help it if your heart longs for a prince who's in love with somebody else.
it will come back | joshua
× tags: fae king!joshua, mutual pining, angst
the forest remembers all that is done to it—both the good and the bad. this was a saying you were once told when you were younger, but the seasons have come and gone and you barely remember the adage nowadays. little do you know, there's always someone who keeps a watchful eye, whether you're aware of it or not.
long distance | wonwoo & mingyu
× tags: polyamory, video call sex, fluff
when mingyu is called on to shoot for a magazine on the other side of the world, you only have so many ways to cope with his absence. however, the last thing that one jeon wonwoo expects to see when he comes home is you curled up in bed, wearing nothing but mingyu’s favorite hoodie.
saving grace | minghao
× tags: angels, major character death, angst
there goes a saying that you’ll never meet your guardian angel in the flesh. they’re merely invisible bystanders that guide you away from your impending demise. so why the hell is yours on the verge of death right at your doorstep?
✧ continuations
down bad (so, so bad) part 2
vices & virtues part 2
streamer wonwoo x streamer reader part 3
✧ others
punk bff!minghao x reader
player!jeonghan x reader
frat boy!joshua
vocal unit soulmates series
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//((Ruin spoilers))//
Theory that the pizza plex, along with pizza sim, is built on top of the underground facility in sister location.
(I just let my brain run, so don’t take any of this too seriously, and did like, zero fact checking. Just a interesting theory / some connections I noticed. Also sorry if this is like, super obvious and I'm just slow on the uptake).
Was telling some friends how in Ruin it felt like once entering from Roxy's Raceway, it was going down forever until you finally reached the mimic. The stairs, the elevator, the cave, more and more stairs. Was thinking about it again tonight and realized I’ve felt that before. In the sister location game when the elevator just keeps going down and down for what must be minutes as hand unit talks. I mean, how many very deep areas with pizzerias/ facilities at the bottom can there be in this universe? Plus the sister location room in the plex?? Maybe referencing the fact that like in SL with Mike’s house, the plex sits on top of the facility?? The fact that help wanted 2 is sister location based??
Other connections:
Candy Cadet's story about the little boy going to the basement feeling similar to Liz going to Circus Baby in the sense that once the parent was gone, the child was lured in. By a lullaby in case of the boy and by ice cream with Elizabeth.
The scooper arm thing that comes for the mimic in one of the endings. Perhaps a revamped version of the SL one. Cassie pushing the button and watching through the glass also has a very similar feeling of when we watched Ennard do it to Mike. Plus the way the mimic wears the suits feels similar to the way Ennard wore Mike like a suit. Perhaps the mimic had seen that done before.
Connecting to that - “What is bad is always left behind,” maybe something didn’t make it out with the rest of the funtimes and has been waiting down their for its own chance to escape.
The eyes in the AR world just scream Ennard/ Ennard connections to me.
Sister location was also used as a storage as seen with both the funtimes and, according to Baby, when she tells Mike she’s put him in something from, “my old pizzeria.” In that case, if they had old/ unused springlock suits down there, then why not the mascot costumes as well? The lion, bird, and elephant? (I get the feeling the mascots might have been Will and Henry's original ideas before they scrapped them and made the springlock suits instead. Which then those are what they decided to open the first restaurant with so the mascots actually never got to see the light of day in terms of performing/ being on display).
Overall, I think it’s kind of neat to think it’s all stacked on top of each other. Items from the Fredbears Family diner (springlock suits) and stuff from before (mascots) all shoved into sister location which then has Pizza Sim built on top of it (the house before it either being renovated into sim or destroyed) and then finally the plex. Years of Freddy’s getting buried and replaced with the new yet all still stacked right on top of the other.
Also as a final thought, sister location was one of the first instances in the games where we saw evidence of experiment with AI and false life with the robot heads in the primary control module. I think it would be neat if it all this talk about AI and false life in the plex tied right back to where it started.
Again, I might be talking nonsense but it was fun to think about so hope anyone who actually read all the way down to here had just as much fun entertaining the idea for a moment as well :)
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7th Inning Stretch by @tllgrrl aka Nefertiri Jones
@sarahbuckybingo Summer Prompt Fest 2023 - Week 5: “Beat The Heat”
Pairing - Sarah Wilson x James “Bucky” Barnes
Rating- Part 1: T (Tumblr & AO3) / Part 2: M (A03)
Summary: Sarah + Bucky + Summer + Baseball + Waltzing + Ice(?) = Shenanigans
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Part 1: “Take me out…”
Steamy.
It’s not just a hot and humid Day Off Monday. By now, the sun’s almost set, but it still feels like a sauna outside.
Rain is in the forecast. It hasn’t started yet, but it’s on its way.
Sam’s visiting for a few days, so to keep two bored tween boys from going stir crazy he offers to take his nephews to the movies and then a mini-shopping spree at Crescent City Comics in NOLA, so Sarah and Bucky are lazing on the sofa, both in lightweight cotton shorts and tank tops.
The way most of the old homes in the area are built, opening windows and/or doors and letting the air flow through was the way “air conditioning” worked in the generations-old Wilson house.
Because both Sam and Bucky had cutting edge tech connections via Stark Industries and WakandaTech, low-profile, high-efficiency and environmentally friendly A/C was also a way the house was kept comfortable via window units installed in the living room and the bedrooms, including Bucky’s bedroom/office in the attic.
But tonight, after sundown, open windows and good screens worked perfectly well.
Bucky got the small ice chest out of the storage closet, filled it with ice, a couple of bottles of beer and 2 bottles of water, and Sarah laid out some snacks, including a few of his favorite granola bars, on the coffee table..
He’s watching the L.A. Dodgers (the “Brooklyn” Dodgers, as he sometimes calls them) play the New York Mets while he rubs her feet with his warm right hand.
She’s enjoying the hell out of the pampering, while reading the novelization of the Bridgerton TV show spinoff, Queen Charlotte.
He knows what she’s reading and enjoys the way she tries to keep a cool demeanor at the juicy parts.
He can hear her when she says under her breath, “Well, alright now…” or “Mmm…” And he took particular note when she covered her mouth, whispered “Giiiirrrrl, yessss…” and her toes curled in his hand.
He planned to try and get her to read whatever that part was aloud to him later.
“It’s almost time,” he informs her, releasing her foot and rubbing his left hand, still cool from holding a cold beer, on her legs.
“Mmmm…that’s nice.” she sighs as she lightly kneads his thigh with her heels. “Time for what?”
“7th Inning Stretch. You know the song, right? Take me me out—“
“To the ball game? Everybody knows that song.”
“Yeah, the chorus part of it, but do you know the verses?”
She lays the book down on the coffee table next to the bowl of roasted peanuts, snags a little cube of ice and rubs it on her wrists, her neck and her collarbone.
He watches a drop of water from the ice make its way from the dimple at the base of her throat, down her chest and roll into her cleavage.
For a second he contemplates going after that drop with his mouth, his tongue.
Instead, he gives her another piece of ice and pops some into his own mouth, crunches it, then takes her hand and plants cool kisses on the inside of her arm from the pulse point on her wrist to the crook of her elbow, all the while taking note of her reaction.
“Is that right?” She she murmurs, getting a little lost because it feels like every time his cold mouth lands on her warm skin, all of her attention, her focus, is drawn to that spot on her body.
And he sees her thighs clench just a little when he reaches the inside of her elbow, kisses it and then rubs his bearded cheek on it, making her hiss and pull away but just a little because the cold followed by the warmth makes her want more.
“Verses? That song has verses? Lay it on me, Sinatra.”
“Okay, it goes something like,
🎶Katie Casey was baseball mad, had the fever and had it bad.
Just to root for the hometown crew,
Every sou—that’s a penny—Katie blew…🎶”
“Really! That’s how it starts?”
“Yeah. Learned it from my Pa. There’s even this other version about a girl named Nellie Kelly.”
“Anyway….” she ruffles his hair and lightly raking her nails on his scalp, she watches his eyelids start to flutter. “I’ve never heard the intro before. My baseball knowledge isn’t deep. Daddy’d sometimes watch depending on who was playing, and you know about Sam and his football. I’m into whatever the boys are into, but I don’t know a lot about baseball.”
“My Ma loved baseball. Prob’ly more’n Pa. She’d listen to games on the radio doing' housework, or makin’ dinner, and during the 7th Inning Stretch she’d grab me and Becca, turn the radio up, and we’d all three of us dance around in the living room. God, in the summertime it’d be so hot, but we didn’t care.
Sometimes if I had a little bit o’ money left from a job, when the ice wagon came around I’d run downstairs and get us snow cones.
Man, when that ice hit your mouth…it was like heaven. I’ll never forget…”
Sarah sees that soft smile and look of almost wonderment he sometimes gets when an old formerly lost memory resurfaces.
‘Well, anyway…” He stood up, taking her hand and leading her to the middle of the room, “I’ll be more than happy to be your private baseball tutor.”
“Private tutor, huh?”
“Mmm-hmmm. May I?”
She nods, he places her right hand on his shoulder, takes her left hand, and pulls her nearer.
“When you’re watching the boys’ team play, you want to be the parent who actually knows what they’re yelling at the ump for.”
“Well, I thank you in advance, Professor Barnes. So when do my lessons start?”
“Now. Do you waltz?”
“Waltz? A little. Not much occasion to, but I can waltz with a good partner.”
“You’re in good hands. Trust me. Okay…”
He raises the TV volume, tosses the remote onto the couch, takes her hand, and they begin as the announcer sings:
🎶Take me out to the ballgame,
Take me out to the crowd…🎶
“Say! Not bad, young whippersnapper!”
“Thank you!”
🎶Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack…🎶
“Who taught you?”
“Daddy. And mama taught Sam.”
“Sam? Your brother Sam? Sam Wilson can waltz?”
🎶Root, root, root for the home team,
If they don’t win it’s a shame…🎶
“Oh, yeah! Social Dancing was definitely part of our Home Training. But not Soul Train dancing. I mean Fox Trot, Swing, and Waltz. Like your Mama taught you, our Mama and Daddy taught us…like you’re gonna teach Cass and AJ.”
“ You want me to teach them how to—“
“Mmm-hmm. You’re already teaching them baseball fundamentals. You can show them the basics steps, and they can practice leading with me.”
“I thought you wanted them to like me!”
“It’ll be fun! I promise.”
“Mind if I hold you to that?”
The song continues and the crowd on the TV sings as Sarah and Bucky find themselves slow dancing.
Whenever they dance past the AC unit, they linger, feeling the cool air as it hits the light veil of sweat that has settled on their skin.
It’s Southern Louisiana. In the Summer, it’s always there.
She grew up with it.
He’s gotten used to it and actually loves it because he’d had enough freezing in his life to never want to be cold again unless necessary.
She feels the back of Bucky’s left hand run down her shoulder, then his fingers slowly slide from just behind her ear, down the side of her throat.
The sensors in that hand know her skin intimately now.
He remembers the first time she took his hand, the first time he touched her arm, her cheek, her bottom lip…her…
He lightly kisses the side of her neck, her ear, while softly humming the song, pulling giggles from her. Her hands roam up and down his back, then gently kneading the muscles at the back of his neck, pulling a deep inhale and sigh from him.
🎶Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack…🎶
His mouth travels from to her cheek, then to her mouth.
🎶I don’t care if I ever come back.🎶
They get lost in the kiss, and when they finally do come back…
“Well, now. Tell me, Professor Barnes, do they still call a kiss like that getting to First Base?”
“I believe they do, Ms. Wilson.”
“I wonder if you can make it to Home Plate.”
“Not if I can, sweetness, but how many times I can.”
“Oh, really now,” she huffs, pulling away before he can go in for another scorching kiss, and heading toward the stairs.
He watches her ascend and when she looks back at him over her shoulder, she sees that “got an idea grin” he gets when he gets the kind of “ideas” that end up with them someplace at least semi-private for some quick “necking” as he’d call it.
“The truck windows are still down,” he grins. “I’ll be right up.“
As if on cue, the wind kicks up a bit, and then there’s the sound of rain beginning to fall.
{*ping*}
They both glance over at his phone on the end table, then at each other, and she starts to prepare herself for the words that’ll mean he has to get dressed, grab that ever-ready Backpack and board a QuinJet that’s miraculously showed up in the front yard.
(Dammit. Here it comes: “HQ called—blah blah blah. The boys and I are headed back home. Wheels up in 2 hours—blah blah blah. Sorry Buck.”)
Bucky goes over to the phone, picks it up, reads the message, and breathes a sigh of relief.
“It’s from Sam. He says: raining cats and dogs up here. Storm’s headed your way. Boys are knocked out and so am I. Crashing at safehouse. See you guys in the morning. Don’t get distracted and forget to roll up windows on that old truck, White Panther.”
“Distracted?!” Bucky says to his phone. “I don’t get distracted, Samuel!”
Sarah watches for a few seconds as he fusses at the phone, then she turns and continues heading up the stairs.
“Don’t take too long rolling up those windows, Lover,” she teases over her shoulder. “It’s the top of the 7th. Batter up.”
Part 2: Rounding the Bases will be posted on AO3.
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NOTES: Between WIPs and Work. I swear, Part 2 will drop before this week’s ending deadline. The version on AO3 will be tighter. And there might be a moodboard added here.
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SarahBucky Summer Prompt Fest 2023:
Week 1 - “Cookout” Wilson Cookout Playlist
Week 3 - “Cass & AJ Wilson” Formal Introduction
Week 5 - “Beat The Heat” 7th Inning Stretch
Thanks for reading!
#sarah wilson#bucky barnes#sarah x bucky#bucky x sarah#sarah wilson x bucky barnes#bucky barnes x sarah wilson#sarahbucky#buckysarah#sarahbucky summer 2023#sarahbucky summer prompt fest#sarahbucky summer#sarahbucky bingo#sarahbucky fanfic#by tllgrrl aka nefertiri jones#fleurdelouve#fanfiction
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mkay i dont get why autistic ppl usually have headphones/gen
it might be bc i have hearing loss so everything is quiet but rlly is there a reason?/nm
there is! tysm for asking, kind anon. also ty for using tone indicators! it makes me happy to see ppl use them bc while i personally can usually tell when ppl on the internet are joking or genuine, they do help me fully understand and most importantly i love using tone indicators bc it alleviates my anxiety of being misinterpreted. anyway, to the question at hand!
to understand the headphones thing we have to go back to that concept i spoke abt earlier abt autism being a Too Much Disorder. once again, the scientific definition of the autism spectrum is a range of neurodevelopmental conditions generally characterized by difficulties in social interactions and communication, repetitive behaviors, intense interests, and unusual responses to sensory stimuli. the thing about autistic brains is that they are essentially wired differently, causing some advantages and disadvantages. the disadvantages include issues with interpreting and organizing stimuli, as well as our senses being heightened. (which can be both a disadvantage and advantage)
because of the nature of the autism spectrum, our difficulties with sensory input plus our heightened senses make us very susceptible to something called sensory overload. this is when we get so overwhelmed by stimuli that we begin to freak out, be uncomfortable and/or in pain, and sometimes completely shut down. the stereotypical autistic meltdown you see of a little boy crying and screaming in public is usually caused by the sensory overload of all the sounds, movement, lights, and other stimuli in the environment. much like when wyw freaked out when she witnessed her client's death, being overstimulated can lead to the same distress.
on top of this, some autistic people, like my ex-gf for example, have something called misophonia. it is a disorder of decreased tolerance to specific sounds or their associated stimuli. it's a more specific and intense sensory issue that deals exclusively with sounds. for my ex-gf, the sound of chewing was a Bad Sound. even just seeing ppl eat on tv with the sound muted distressed her bc her brain supplied the sound. certain percussion was bad for her too and she couldn't listen to music she loved as her misphonia got worse.
some autistic ppl without misophonia, like me, don't necessarily have specific sounds that are bad even when just reminded of their existence. but we are more sensitive to bad sounds or volume of sounds. y'know how everyone hates nails on a chalkboard? many autistic ppl feel that way about a plethora of sounds. like i don't like the sound of silverware being used on glass or porcelain, so i use plastic whenever possible. but it can also be about how loud sounds are. like when wyw covered her ears and became distressed when a leafblower was turned on nearby. it can also just be abt the amount of sounds, too. lots of autistic ppl hate being in public because of the sheer number of overlapping noises. it’s not necessarily that the noises are bad or loud, but that there are so many that they overwhelm us.
and the worst part of it all is that these bad sounds, volumes, or amounts can change. one day i might be totally fine hearing silver cutlery and another day i might feel like i'm dying when i do. sometimes i'll be fine hearing sounds in public, but then i start getting sensory overload because of the amount of noise and sounds/volumes that were okay just a minute ago become worse and worse. for example, today i was taking things out of my storage unit to move into my new apartment. i was completely fine with the jingling of the keys, the rumbling of the storage unit door, and the light clanging of my furniture against each other. but then the cart i used to haul stuff back to my car made the most horrendous noises and suddenly everything was awful. i clamped my hands over my ears while pushing the cart and almost had a meltdown when i returned to close the door and it made loud, metal noises. i was fine one minute and the next i was overwhelmed and suddenly nothing was okay.
so! a preventive measure autistic ppl take so they don't go into sensory overload is using headphones. usually they're noise cancelling headphones but some people also like to play music or soothing sounds. so wyw wears headphones whenever she’s outside or in public and, correct me if i’m misremembering, plays whale sounds to soothe herself. i personally don't use headphones cause i can't afford noise cancelling ones, but earbuds playing music work pretty well! sometimes i have the issue of them not blocking out sounds well enough so when i play music it’s overwhelming, but they work well enough. now, i know headphones were your question, but this concept applies to other senses as well!! it’s sensory overload, not audio overload after all. autistic ppl can often be sensitive to light, especially rapidly changing ones or artificial ones. personally, i wear sunglasses outside even when it’s cloudy because i get very overwhelmed by sunlight. if not, i squint too much and then it’s a safety hazard, especially when i drive. so i’m always using sunglasses. some autistic people wear gloves in public to avoid touching Bad Textures, some of us actively avoid certain foods, etc, etc.
so yeah! hope that helped and as always remember that autism is a spectrum that causes different people to experience different symptoms in different ways!
#thank you for the question anon and for trying to learn abt others!!#extraordinary attorney woo#actually autistic#autism#eaw#tea answers#anon#eaw autism science#<- my new tag for these posts cause i'm getting many questions now and wanna organize them
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[ Category: The Promised Land ]
| Another.
Old. Sport
... Anyways- This is Hector, and he's a flirty old fool. Despite that and kinda being annoying about it sometimes, he is in fact engaged and trying so hard and well to be a good father figure for his fiancé's son... Who hates him to fucking bits- (It's Mickey btw, Mickey, spoilt little toddler baby man; with an extreme jealousy towards anyone who gets his mother's attention other than him).. And you should feel bad for Hector cuz he really is a nice sweet, and flirty old fool...
Ok so like-
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INFO
Name: Hector
Species: Ice Elf
General Personality: Flirty, jokester, laid back, supportive, somewhat two-faced, perverted, easy going
Height: 7ft "2"
Relationship Status: Engaged
Extra Info:
His job occupation for the organisation is actually on delivery goods and such either via in town or overall out of town; Where he and his unit use specific kinds of goods trucks that are suitable for travelling with in harsh cold and hot environments, as well as good for driving on bumpy, rocky or hill-like surfaces as well. In general, one delivery time took him almost half a year; Luckily they have proper storage to keep their stock/food deliveries in fairly good conditions still. As it's also the Frostclaw Traders Ltd to prep, manage and deliver goods along with keeping tabs on stock and whatnot while also being a services system, it is their top priority to put out stuff that's in great condition and to please their dealers/ buyers. Or make arrangements if needed
He's never been a father before as he's never had any in the past, nor had a set relationship with anyone before other than just those merely one nights with others, so this is all new to him. Luckily the women he's with now is as easy going as he is and that I believe gives them a level if understanding for each other; However when it comes to him and mickey, he won't be a step father or alive for long if that boy gets a knife. Hector better watch out
Was born with a weak bladder, not sure if he managed to get it from his mother's side or if his father had the same thing; Either way, cold weather, scaring him, making him laugh too hard, or even just squeezing his sides makes the water works; He's teased by it often and to be honest that's not fun
Despite having his own job, he is also a defender/soldier of this town too; A sword that was passed from his grandmother over to him after she had passed and he's kept hold of it ever since. He does train quite a lot, so he's not unfamiliar with using the cobalt blue blade. He also has a gun too but he and the other people in this tribe tend to try avoiding with using guns as the sound actually startles everyone in this strange realm. It's not recommended as their survival kicks in and they all skitter around and hide like frightened cats
Flirts with the well known chef too often so people think there's a thing going on there too, to which people should know by now that he's just a major flirt with everyone
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... Belive that's all I have for him too, now moving onto others at some point to give the ref treatment to or to just re-draw them in general!... Which I have done and am trying so fucking hard to do, to which sucks cuz my motivation is balls...
Anyways- Enjoy the flirty man, and cuz I'm stupid I have a quick fan art doodle to post along with this one... (Although I'll be posting this shortly after the other one but who cares-)
... Whatever.
. Hector, Art © Me . DON’T RE-POST .
#MASTER-K0HGA#Ary / Kohga Chronicles#Ary / Kohga OCs and Works#Hector#Ice Elf#Male#Fandomless#Original Character#OC#The Promised Land#Frostclaw#Frostclaw Traders#My OC#My Art#My Character#Re-post#My art re-posted#Delivery driver and also he manages cargo and stuff as well#Along with working as a soldier for this business but also humble and community feeling town#Everyone here has at least something to do to contribute and get paid for#But that also means everyone is working quite a lot. So how they managed free time and work?#Not sure honestly. But they sound more productive than I do and that's bad...#Why am I giving my OCs eventful and busy lives but I'm not doing that for me??#I just work on the days I do and go food shopping if I need food for work...#And that's it if I'm not drawing or playing games from time to time..... Oh well who cares not like people read tags anyways..
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Fever
You never intended to fall asleep on the job but your kid had a burning fever. Your wife was up with her father for a week to help him adjust to his new pain medications and you just couldn’t bring yourself to call and pull her away from him in what doctors were saying could be his last days. You decided that you could give up sleep to get your boy from school so you drove over to the school and picked up Caleb, his big crooked grin with three top teeth missing greeted you as you entered the office.
When you got home, you made Caleb some tomato soup (his favorite, you always remember), and gave him some children’s Tylenol for his fever. You then swiftly plunked him down on the couch with a trash can nearby and the tv remote in his hand. Caleb suckered you into watching The Sandlot until you fell asleep on the couch together.
It was an alarm that woke you. Then and now. Then, you’d woken up to see the credits of The Sandlot playing across the screen before groggily turning off the alarm on your phone and heading out to work. Now, you’re trying to figure out why the fire alarms are blaring above your head in an indoor storage facility where there’s nobody here to start a fire. You groan, the fire department is automatically called when the alarms go off so your boss is probably going to fire you for what was most likely an electrical failure. Your radio crackles with noise, it’s Dave, your partner. You can hear the alarms blaring on his side of the radio.
“Franco, did you pull this stunt? Tryna get me fired?”
Of course he thinks it’s your fault, and of course he just had to use your last name. He knows how much it grates on your nerves when he uses it.
“No way, I ain’t that against ya. You wish you were that bad of a partner.” You laugh as you start down the hallway, passing door after door. Each one is padlocked and very much not on fire.
He doesn’t answer right away. You clear sections F and E, reporting to him as you do so. The line hisses and pops but you can’t hear any real words, just the echoing feedback of the alarms around him. You’ll speak to him when you get to the lobby you decide. Then you two can greet the fire department (and your boss) who will not be happy to have been called out here in the dead of night for a false alarm.
As you sweep through section D you can’t help but notice the hazy way the air seems to be thick and opaque. You also can’t ignore the smell. It’s acidic, burning your nose and throat with each inhale, and you stop dead once you register what that scent is: smoke. You are smelling smoke and it is not the sweet smell of a campfire.
Cautiously, as if the smoke and flames can hear you, you crouch and reach for your radio. Dave speaks before you can say anything though, his voice sounding clearly panicked.
“There’s some real fire here, Franco. The department’s already here and well, I ain’t allowed inside no more. Keep working your way outta there.”
You respond with only a simple “yessir” and scuttle forward to see how bad the fire really is for yourself. You refuse to crawl, even if you are alone, you are a grown man and won’t be telling your son you crawled across the floor like a young child.
It turns out that Section D is actually only starting to burn. Clearly the fire is in Section C, which just so happens to be the only section of storage units between you and the front door. Between you and your way out. Unless… unless… where are the emergency doors again? There are two for each section of units, if you can find one then you’re safe and out on your own without even needing to be rescued. Won’t that be quite the story?
You turn back into Section D. Away from the open lobby and front doors. Your only exits now are the six emergency doors that are hidden amongst the multitude of unit doors now in front of you. This is a dangerous game of hide and seek and the loser doesn’t get a chance to play again. You stay low, still kind of crouching but not fully on your hands and knees, and move back into the better air. The sprinklers kick on above you, a little late for any sort of salvation. You start to rush, panic slowly creeping up on you as it sets in: you are trapped alone in a burning building that you know for certain barely passed the safety requirements needed to be operational. The lights flicker, you cry out as they snap back on, rushing through the rows of units, up and down, and around the clumps of four or five in the middle of the room.
You try to scan your eyes along the outside walls on the side across from you as well as your current side but it’s impossible to see across the room and besides, your eyes are stinging and starting to tear up from the smoke. Your shirts soaks all the way through, and it could be the sprinklers or your nervous sweating. The lights go out again and you wait but they don’t start back up. Is the fire really progressing that fast?
Jamming your hand into your pants pocket, you turn the flashlight on before you even get it fully in front of you. The feeble yellow cone of light runs along the padlocked doors with you. Heart racing, you attempt to run to your safety, but stumble, coughing. The smoke has caught up with you and your lungs are starting to cry out for clean air. Smoke hangs like heavy toxic clouds above your head, covering the ceiling and now dead lights.
Slowly, it sets in that there are no emergency exit doors in sight. The further you go down the room, the higher the number on the units climb. You know you’re about to hit the back wall and will be forced to either move into Section E or stay here to hopefully die from smoke inhalation before the flames get you. At least that way you wouldn’t burn alive. It seems like the most peaceful option compared to that alternative. What a grim reality you’ve found yourself in, saving yourself from one death to chance another.
For a half second, the pale beam of your flashlight flashes off glass ahead of you with a blinding glare. It must be a window in an emergency door! Revitalized, you rush forward, slamming open the door, you tumble out coughing and waiting for the relief of fresh air… except it doesn’t come. You wipe your hands across your stinging eyes and look around, expecting the night sky and dark grass to meet your blurry sight. Instead, you see metal and cement somehow surrounds you. You are not outside your burning workplace. You’re still inside it.
What is this? It said emergency exit right on the door didn’t it? You should have looked better. Why was the door marked incorrectly? Was it even really marked? Is it possible you imagined your salvation in a hallucination your brain made up as you lost control?
Your radio hisses and pops. “Franco, where are you? The place is burning to the ground and they can’t send no firemen inside! Respond if you can hear me!”
“I can hear you!” You try to open the trick door but it won’t even budge from your side now. How are you going to escape the fire? Your throat forms a lump, “I’m trapped in a closet or empty unit! I can’t get out!” The response is just static on the line before becoming only silence from his end.
Finally something else comes from across the line, “there a window?”
You eye the small window above your head across the maybe five foot long space that’s definitely too small for you. You peer out the window in the door next, thinking on how you should have looked through the window before you barged in. All there is to see is smoke and the faint hue of fire creeping ever closer. You still have some time. Some. Not enough. Not forever. Not even twenty minutes you’d wager.
“Not big enough, nowhere near that large.” You report. If only you’d gone on that new diet with your wife. She’s lost fifteen pounds in the past four months! Stupid cherry pies. Your mother knows though are your biggest weakness yet she brings them for you anyway! Oh God, your mother will fall apart if you die. And your wife! Your little boy! Who will look after your family? Who will make sure your mother doesn’t fall down the stairs again? Who will make sure your wife remembers to take her pills on the busy mornings when she’s late? Who’ll teach Caleb about Germany like he asked you to do two nights ago?
“We got people runnin’ ‘round outside the place tryna find you. Hold tight. Try stickin’ your hand outta the window? Make it a little easier for ‘em!” He’s ever so elegant with his words but currently your Godsend. You drag yourself, still hunched over, to the window. Your limbs feel heavy, have they always been so heavy? It takes what feels like hours but can reasonably only be a few seconds to fumble around and get the window latch open. There’s a screen between you and the outside (even with you pushing against it, the screen doesn’t pop out) but the air is so cool and refreshing nonetheless. This is your piece of heaven while trapped in hell.
“They can’t find you, try shouting!” Dave’s voice, sounds hurried. You try but shouting makes you tired and your throat hurts more than before. When you say this over the radio there’s a pause and the order to hang tight again (which really seems unnecessary, it’s not like you can go anywhere). You cough harshly, it stings all the way up your throat. Maybe if you stood a little closer to the window you could breathe better? Is it getting harder to breathe? Maybe… Though maybe it’s just all your panicking? You stand as tall as you can, trying to reach the lip of the window with your face, but don’t make it. It’s too tall and there is nothing in here to use to help you get taller, yet you turn and look for something anyway.
Smoke is against the glass window on the door you entered from. You can see the shifting black particles that make up smoke, twisting and coiling against it. You can see it creeping under the door and feel its oppressive crush fill the tiny room. How long has it been? Five minutes? Ten? How many more do you get? The air is hot and sticky as you pull your wet shirt over your mouth and nose, wanting the smallest sense of relief and normalcy before you have to come to terms with your death.
Then, like a faint ghost, someone is shouting at you from above. No, about you. From the window! Turning to face the window, you press your hand flat against the screen. Someone’s hand presses flat against yours on the other side and it feels so much better to know someone is here with you at last. Someone alive. Someone whose eyes are crying in fear and with the pain of smoke. Someone who can breathe and who isn’t choking on thick black smoke that invades and fills every gap in your lungs and nose.
Because that’s what you are doing now, choking. Spitting and coughing on the smoke that claws its way down your esophagus. Trying to speak to this person, this angelic person, all that comes out of your mouth are gagging noises. You think you might throw up from the closed off feeling in your throat. You claw at your own neck, wanting some air, wanting less pressure, wanting relief.
“I need you to stay calm sir. Can you tell me anything about what is going on inside?”
The words hardly register. You can’t breathe let alone calm down. You desperately need to breathe. Just one lungful, that’s all you want. You dig at the hand on the other side of the screen, trying to break through. Punching and scratching wildly, you feel your fingertips sting as they grate down the plastic meshing. Behind you, tendrils of flame lick the floor and bottom of the door. Your time is up.
“Fire, fire!” The words scrape out of your vocal cords, feeling like nails dragging up your throat. In the back of your head, the more human and less animal part knows that whoever is pressing their hand to yours knows about the fire, but that’s the only word you can think of as you eye the flames wearily.
“I know sir, I know. Is it in the room with you?” They, whoever this person is, removes the screen on the window. Your hands instantly cling to a jacket, no maybe a loose shirt? If only you could see! Nothing is in your control anymore and it is terrifying to be helpless.
“Yes! Yes, please, help me, please!” The words are punctuated by hacking coughs, each one more jagged than the last. You are magnificently hot now. The fire is so close, too close.
Fire skirts along the floor, up the door, what is that damned door made out of anyway? You thought metal but now… well, maybe it’s just plastic?
Hands grip yours tightly, jarring you back to more important thoughts than the material of that door. You can feel a wedding band on the woman’s (far too soft to be a man’s) left hand. Your wife. Who will call her? Hopefully Dave will take care of that. He was always a good man like that. You should have told him how much you like working with him; no matter how much crap you gave each other. There is so much more you should have said. Should have done.
Caleb could have used one more kiss on his feverish forehead before you left.
The fire inches closer, time seems funny as the flames move so slow yet it seems only seconds have passed before the flames are hardly a breath from your boots. The hands holding yours feel disconnected to your reality as you feel the heat come ever closer to you. The woman above shouts for water but water won’t help you. Water can’t save you from the pain that is creeping ever closer as now the fire has caught your pant legs and it races up your body. You feel your wrists sting as you scrape them on the windowsill as you try, uselessly, to pat down the fire on (or is it in?) your body. Your hands and skin look like odd bubbles… is this real? You feel the pain lessen all at once, those are definitely your screams after all, and for a moment all you feel is cold. Your vision disappears. Your ability to think disappears. The cold subsides suddenly, your nerves getting over the agony, and you scream again as the burning is nothing but heat and agony.
You fall down onto your knees. You fall into what you were so desperately trying to run. away from just moments ago; not because you think it will help end this agony faster, but because your legs are unable to support you anymore as the fire has eaten your muscles too much for them to function.
Everything around you is white. White hot, white pain, white screaming.
You never intended to fall asleep on the job but your kid had a burning fever. Burning.
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All my goofy memes, textpost edit collections, and videos in one convenient location!
Previously known as viva-yas-vegas
KinnPorsche: The Series
Traditional Memes:
Part 1 (I watched all of KP in one day and then made these around 4am)
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Jeff Satur Roast/CoconutGate Meme Dump (KP:WT Goodbye Memes)
Videos:
Kimhan Possible
Mmmm Whatcha Chay
Fruit on the Bottom (Chris Fleming sketch)
Suite Life of Porsche and Pete
Chay’s Face Journey (feat. a solitary orange Skittle)
If You're Into It (VegasPete)
Wuju Bakery (but it’s a KimChay coma dream)
Aspiring Popstar Younger Brother (:28)
Kim is Bad Boy
Meow Mix
No Strings on Me (KimChay)
Kim’s the Best Bitch
KinnPorsche as Vines 1
KinnPorsche as Vines 2
Porchay the Vampire Slayer Theme
What's New Scooby Don't?
Chaylor Moon Theme
Lucid/KP Reincarnation Trailer Edit
KinnPorsche: The Memesical
Loathing (KinnPorsche)
I Won't Say I'm in Love (KimChay)
Dead Girl Walking (VegasPete)
I'm Gonna Wash That Man Right Outta My Hair (KimChay)
Textposts:
Part 1
Part 2
More Textposts
And Still More Textposts
Part Infinity
VegasPete Textposts
KimChay Textposts
KimChay Part 2: Electric Taser-oo
Tiny Meat Gang Lyrics
Bonus KimChay Textposts
KinnPorsche Textposts Again
KinnPorsche?? Again???
Oh Hey, Look! KinnPorsche! (the final textpost collection)
A Vegas Style Buffet (contributed by user: vegasandhishedgehog)
KP Giftpost (contributed by user: vegasandhishedgehog)
Kinn: The Porsche-ening
Whose KinnPorsche is it Anyway? (Party Quirks prompts)
KinnPorsche Whose Line: Pt. 2
KinnPorsche/Whose Line Finale
Oops... More KinnPorsche
Tea’s B-Day KimChay Memes
in honor of pride month
Rough Day? KinnPorsche Textposts
KP Onion Headlines (P1)
KP Onion Headlines (P2)
Misc:
RIP Khun Spikes
Ceci n’est pas une Gun
KimChay Twilight au Moodboard
Jeff's Maniacal Dance Skills
Love in the Air
Traditional Memes:
Part 1
Bottom Text Sky Memes (feat. the Luffy Cosplay)
Textposts:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Continued...
Special Episode
Gifs:
The Cursed Payu Pringle-Fingering
His Wiggles (feat. Boss)
Saifah’s Had Enough
Misc:
Recreation of Sky’s “What the Duck” shirt from Ep. 10 (you can buy this if you want, I have one)
‘Bad Boy’ Top Storage Unit
The Daddy Couch
Payu (All the wifies say I’m pretty fly for a bi guy)
Between Us
Textposts:
Part 1
Part 2
WinTeam Texposts
Tommentary with @a-thomas-named-tommy
(in which my cishet guy friend, Tommy, reacts to my bad explanations of various BL and GL shows)
Between Us (2022)/Until We Meet Again (2019)
Meow Ears Up (2022)
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♫ Individual Members Masterlist 2:
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This masterlist does not repeat what other masterlists already have
Consists of ONESHOTS, IMAGINES, AND SCENARIOS
Stories with more than one part are in numbered order (from left → right or from top ↑ to bottom ↓)
❥ = my personal favs
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All members individually:
↳ S.Coups | Jeonghan | Joshua | Junhui | Hoshi | Wonwoo | Woozi | Minghao | Mingyu | Seokmin | Seungkwan | Vernon | Dino
(1/13 requested) Vampire Boyfriend Series - what vampire!seventeen would be like as your boyfriend & as vampires in general
↳ The Letter Box
Love & Letter: To The Thirteen Boys I've Loved Before - inspired by "To All The Boys I've Loved Before" by Jenny Han.
You find a letter box consisting of thirteen letters you never sent to thirteen boys that you've fallen in love with and reread them.
S.coups:
↳ "Hours"
(request) both of you forget it's your birthday but he finally remembers
↳ "Because I Love You" ❥
(request) you flinch because of an argument with him and he feels guilty, telling you to slap him in return for making you flinch
↳ "Sulky" (ft. Jun & Mingyu)
(request) you visit him during practice and talk with Mingyu and Jun, causing him to get sulky and jealous
↳ "Kkeke" (ft. 1997 liners - Mingyu, DK, The8)
(request) you and Seungcheol like each other. You are friends with the 1997 line and they are always teasing you two about it. When they leave, Seungcheol confesses and asks you to date him.
Jeonghan:
↳ "Reassemble"
(request) after you flinch during an argument, he goes into the bedroom when your friends come; after your friends leave, you go to check up on him
↳ "The Other Side of the Door"
(request) Songfic: "The Other Side of the Door" by Taylor Swift - you two have an argument & you hate him but at the same time, need him so bad
↳ "Love Poem" | "Love Poem 2" (ft. Svt members)
(request) You are the princess of the Caerat Kingdom and Jeonghan is the prince of the Svuentin Kingdom. You two get arranged for marriage since birth but as the wedding day ticks closer, you find yourselves truly falling for each other.
↳ "I'm Jealous" (ft. Joshua)
(request) he gets really jealous when you get partnered up with your coworker for a three-legged race. extremely jealous.
↳ "I want to kiss you" (ft. S.Coups)
↳ "I want to kiss you, because I love you" (ft. S.Coups)
(request) you tell him that you want to kiss him seriously but you two are just friends...
Joshua:
↳ "I Like You" ❥
(request) you two are cafe workers and you like him and you finally confess to him
↳ "Gifted"
(request) you see his large hands and compare them with yours
↳ "Wonder" ❥
(Combined request) song fic: "Wonder" by Shawn Mendes - you two are friends but he keeps wondering what it's like to be loved by you, which leads to him unexpectedly kissing you
↳ "060421"
(request) you are sick and joshua takes care of you
↳ "Flutters" (ft. Svt members) ❥
(request) you and Joshua like each other but are too shy to confess. One day, you two get stuck in an art supply storage closet and slowly confess your long term crushes
↳ "Fine" ❥
(request) you break up with joshua... :(
↳ "A Sweet Winter Night" ❥
(request) it's a cold winter night and you spend it sweetly cuddling with your boyfriend while eating yummy snacks and drinking hot chocolate (ft. Your first kiss w/ him + a bit of teasing the gentle sexy)
Jun:
↳ "Just For Kisses" (ft. Woozi)
(request) because of a collab, you and jihoon have to spend a lot of time together talking about music, making your boyfriend, jun, jealous.
↳ "Can't Take My Eyes Off You" ❥
(half requested) a fluffy break-day with a clingy Moon Junhui.
↳ "From a Small Glance"
(requested) you are exhausted from performing and no one notices except jun and he gets worried
↳ "Brother"
(request) brother!jun helping you with your homework
↳ "Special Boy" (ft. Hoshi & The8)
(request) You go to Jun's dorm and help him unwind after he had a hard and long day at practice (ft. Cuddles)
↳ "It's Okay"
(request) you get into an argument with your dad on the phone and Jun calms you down
Hoshi:
↳ "Horanghae 호랑해" ❥
(request) you two argue because it seems like he likes tigers more than you
↳ "Close To You"
(request) he gets a bit jealous and protective so he becomes clingy, handcuffing you two together
↳ "Dispatch's New Year's Couple"
(request) you are the oldest in your group and care a lot for your members and is afraid of creating a scandal that could harm the group. your members and boyfriend, soonyoung, comfort you.
↳ "Moonstruck" | "Moonstruck 2"
(request) you are a servant, working as the stable girl in the kingdom of Svuentin. You're best friends with prince Chan and one day, his brother, prince Soonyoung, comes into your life and starts to like you.
↳ "Spider" (ft. SVT Perf. Unit)
(request) you are on an idol survival program and for a performance, you decide to perform 'spider' by Hoshi, not knowing that he's a guest judge. (ft. A bit of feelings being developed)
↳ "Human" (ft. The8)
(request) Soonyoung is stressed and practicing really hard so Minghao calls you to go and help calm Soonyoung down.
Wonwoo:
↳ [12:07 am] with Wonwoo
↳ "A Warmer Valentine's" ❥
Because you have no lover, you also have no plans for Valentine's day. Your friend, Wonwoo, reveals that he does have plans for the day though. The next day, on Valentine's, he shows up at your door.
↳ "Heartstrings" | "Heartstrings 2"
(request) It's 1993 and Jeon Wonwoo is forced to study classical music by his parents. He meets you, the orchestra club's double bassist and begins to love music as he learns with you. He also begins to love being with you too.
↳ "UwU"
(request) you always call him 'baby' or by his name so one day you decide to call him something new, something like "oowoo"
↳ "To My Growing Child" (ft. Mingyu) ❥
(request) you two are shopping with Mingyu and his girlfriend and Wonwoo mentions that he's glad you aren't pregnant when you secretly was (this if fluffy)
↳ "Warmth Amidst The Snowy Night" ❥
(request) it's a snowy night and he is staying over. you notice that his hands are shaking from the cold and give him a back hug to warm him up.
↳ "Goal" (ft. S.Coups)
(request) you make a goal to win in an activity but everyone but you wins in an activity so Wonwoo decides to purposely lose so that he could see you happy
↳ "Beauty of Colors" | "Beauty of Love" (ft. Mingyu)❥
(request) soulmate au: everyone is born in a black and white world until they meet their soulmate. You and Wonwoo meet and your worlds burst with color. As you two hang out, you two fall in love.
↳ "Just Friends?" ❥
(request) your friend Wonwoo has never been on a date and asks you to go on a date with him as a friend but you try to make it realistic, causing him to see you differently as a woman
↳ "Starry Sea in a Healing Cocktail" ❥ (1)
↳ "Peachy Romance by the Blossoming Waves" (2)
(request) You're on vacation in the seaside and every morning, you get tea from the lounge bar, being run by the bartender, Wonwoo. He always greets you with sweet words and asks why you aren't smiling. Now, it's your last day on vacation.
Woozi:
↳ "My My My Darling" ❥
(request) while cuddling, you tell him how much you love him
↳ "Bonkers"
(request) you two are idols and are dating; he accidentally posts a photo of you two on his public Instagram account instead of his private one
↳ "Like Father, Like Son?"
(request) dad!jihoon: he takes care of his son alone for the first time
↳ "Muse"
(request) Woozi is staying up late trying to write lyrics while he's in writer's block so you go to the studio and tell him to go to sleep, ending up with you two sleeping on the couch
↳ "Hand-obsessed"
(request) you love Jihoon's hands so you cuddle with them, hold them, kiss them, and compliment them
↳ "Your Choice"
(request) You see your ex-boyfriend again and feel a bit of longing toward him. Your current boyfriend, Jihoon, notices this and decides to tell you something.
↳ "Moonlight in Unit 0526" (1) ❥
↳ "Sunshine in Room 0922" (2) ❥
(request) Jihoon is a ghost hunter, he could see ghosts for an hour and he uses this ability to send ghosts to the spirit realm. One day, in apartment unit 0526, he meets you, a human-like ghost who's been stuck in your lonely and cold home for who knows how long.
The8:
↳ "Faults"
(requested) you and Minghao get into a sort of silent argument and you flinch when he points at your phone + both of you fluffily comforting each other afterward
↳ "Galaxy in his Eyes"
(request) being clingy and fluffy; after two weeks apart, Minghao finally comes home and is clingy and cuddly because he missed you and loves you
DK:
↳ "Crazy"
(request) you and Seokmin are friends (he has a crush on you) and he invites you couple bungee jumping
↳ "Perfect: What It Means To Be A Singer" (1)
↳ "Perfect: The Process of Becoming One" (2)
↳ "Perfect: Imperfection Makes Perfection" (3)
(request) You and Seokmin are always in singing competitions, fighting for the first place. Suddenly, one day, Seokmin asks to sing for you, changing your relationship with him.
↳ "Idyllic" ❥
(request) You and Seokmin met through a mutual friend and enjoy watching musicals together as a hobby. One day, Seokmin invites you to watch "Marie Antoinette" with him but truthfully, he wants to confirm whether or not he likes you romantically.
Mingyu:
↳ "Criminal: Ruthless" ❥
(request) mafia au: you are captured by a mafia family as a hacker and he saves you
↳ "Cool" | "Cure"
(request) mingyu x doctor!reader; he gets injured and you care for him a bit. He likes you and thinks you are cool.
↳ "Reunion"
(request) you go to a high school reunion and see your former school crush and just as you were about to leave out of boredom, he stops you and you two talk.
↳ "Little Bits"
(request) Mingyu is your boyfriend and has never kissed you longer than a peck. You ask him why.
↳ "Off To School"
(request) dad!mingyu sending his twin daughter and son to school
↳ "Do You Know My Heart?" (ft. Hoshi & Dino)
(request) You like Mingyu and you are his makeup artist. You get switched and become Seungkwan's makeup artist, causing Mingyu to realize his feelings.
↳ "Maybe I Love You" (ft. Svt members)
(request) You two are childhood best friends and he is busy with work so you hang out with the members. After promotions, he wants to hang out alone but you two end up hanging out with all of the members...
↳ "I Like You Better"
(request) Mingyu, your boyfriend, sees that you have the vocalist of a rock band you like as your lockscreen instead of him.
Seungkwan:
↳ "Second Life" (ft. Joshua) ❥
↳ "Second Life 2" (ft. Svt members) ❥
(request) reincarnation fic: You and Seungkwan are in love during the great depression but you both die in a house fire. You two get reincarnated and you remember everything but he doesn't.
↳ "Beautiful Night" ❥
(request) you write a suicide letter but stop halfway; your boyfriend, seungkwan, finds the letter and immediately goes to find you
↳ "Thrice is Fate" ❥
(request) You never have a consistent schedule when it comes to visiting the cafe. However, you meet a guy in the front of the cafe by chance, but then you meet him again by coincidence. Would you meet him for the third time?
Vernon:
↳ "Sweetest Thing" ❥| "Sweetest Thing 2" ❥
(half-request) he is being tailed by a journalist and reporter and you help him by offering some strawberries...
↳ "Care"
(request) you are not feeling well after surgery and he comes to try and take care of you but you refuse because you don't want to be a bother
↳ "Just Ask"
(request) you two go on a date and you notice that he wants to hold your hand but doesn't (he's been wanting to for the whole day)
Dino:
↳ "LOVE"
(request) Chan likes you like crazy but you don't want to love him because you think of yourself as a burden and you think that he won't like you anymore once he knows you better
↳ "The Arcade Date" ❥
(request) going on a date with your boyfriend, Chan, to the arcade, competitively playing games, and making sweet, fluffy bets
↳ "Significance" | "Significant"
(request) you never really celebrated your birthday, on your birthday one night, you meet a man who is busking and he asks if it is anyone's birthday today (February 11th).
↳ "Promise for Eternity" ❥
(request) Chan on his wedding day with you.
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Collision Course
Summary: You and Spencer were just bound to collide. Only fate could plan a first meeting that unique.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Content/Warnings: fluff, minor car crash (no serious injuries), swearing, sexual harassment (specifically cat-calling from a stranger), mentions of eating a lot of food, implied allusion to sex (not specifically stated)
Word Count: 2.3k
A/N: this is my one-shot entry for @ellesgreenaway ‘s 1k follower celebration! congratulations! <3 i’ve had this fic in my drive for a while but i never got around to finishing it until now
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The metro was down for scheduled repairs today. JJ offered to bring Spencer in but he politely declined. He figured he should drive his car at least every once and a while so it doesn’t just collect rust in his parking spot.
Leaving his apartment 15 minutes earlier than he normally would to account for his rather slow driving, Spencer cautiously reversed out of his space.
He sighed in relief that he had not hit the neighboring cars. Spencer began to pull out of the parking garage. Unfortunately, he was so relieved from his little victory that he forgot to check both ways when he drove out of the parking garage.
Spencer slammed on the brakes but it was too late. He hit a young woman jogging and knocked her to the ground. Luckily, his average speed was that of a snail so he hoped her injuries were not too bad.
Spencer put the car in park and got out, “Oh god, oh god, oh god. Are you okay, miss?”
“I think so,” you were on the ground, assessing your body for any damage.
“Can you stand?” Spencer extended his hand to help you up.
You carefully stood, wincing a little when you put pressure on your left ankle.
“Is there anyone I can call? Do you want me to drive you to the ER?” Spencer frantically asked.
Your eyes widened, “No!” you stated a little too loudly, “Um I mean no thank you. I should finish my run anyways. I have a 5k for Alzheimer’s research coming up and I need to run or else I don’t raise any money,” you politely waved and took off again, much slower this time.
Spencer cringed as he watched you limp slightly every time you stepped on your left ankle, knowing it was his fault you were in pain. He sighed and pulled out his phone.
“Hey JJ, have you left yet? I need a ride, I’ll explain in the car.”
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“Pretty Boy, how was your drive in?” Derek asked as soon as Spencer stepped off the elevator with JJ.
“I got about 20 feet and then hit someone with my car and had to call JJ so not great,” he admitted.
“Boy Wonder, you did WHAT? Are they okay?” Penelope gasped.
“She insisted she was fine but then she was limping away. I offered her a ride but she didn’t seem too keen on getting in a car with me,” Spencer explained.
“I wonder why,” Emily chuckled.
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So there Spencer was. In the park in his only pair of short athletic shorts and a hoodie.
He had asked Penelope to sign him up for the 5k as a way to sort of make it up to the woman he hit. Plus, obviously it was for a good cause that was near and dear to his heart because of his mother.
Spencer had to take a lot of water breaks, periodically stopping to walk for a bit.
In the distance, he saw you on a bench and he suddenly felt the energy again to continue running to you. As he approached, he saw you tightening an ankle brace around your left foot and to make matters worse, you had a wrist brace as well.
Spencer considered just leaving you alone but he felt the need to apologize.
“H-Hello,” he awkwardly sputtered.
“Oh, hi,” you replied.
“I am so so sorry. Please let me pay your medical bills and any other expenses that I caused,” Spencer apologized.
“Unless you meant to hit me then it’s fine,” you stood from the bench.
“I definitely didn’t and I wasn’t on my phone or anything like that. I just barely ever drive but the metro was down today,” Spencer explained.
“You don’t have to pay my medical bills. I’m friends with a nurse so she did this for free. However, I would allow you to sponsor me for the 5k,” you answered.
“Absolutely,” Spencer nodded, “And funny story, you inspired me to register as well. I got everyone in my office to sponsor me.”
“That’s so great! The money is certainly going to a good cause.”
Spencer saw you smile for the first time since he met you.
“I’ve never been much of an athlete though. I barely passed my fitness test for work,” Spencer admitted.
“What kind of job has a fitness test?” you asked.
“I work for the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI,” Spencer stated.
“Oh shit, you’re a federal agent? Maybe I will sue you and make bank,” you grinned.
Spencer’s face reddened.
“It was just a joke. You can laugh, then that means the incident is in the past and no hard feelings,” you smiled, “I’m Y/N.”
“Spencer.”
“Well, Spencer, if you ever need a running buddy, I’m more than happy to come along seeing as we both are training for the same thing. But I do have to warn you, this brace is kind of a bitch so I’m a little slower than normal.”
“I can assure you that you will probably still be faster than me with the brace on so maybe it was a good thing for me that I hit you with my car so you won’t be miles ahead,” Spencer grinned.
You laughed wholeheartedly, “See, Spencer! I’m laughing about it so no hard feelings, all is forgiven.”
“I’m just finishing up for the day but I was planning on being here again on Wednesday at the same time if you want to meet at this bench,” you offered.
“Yeah, I can do that,” Spencer nodded.
“See you around, Spencer. Hopefully not in your car though,” you winked and waved.
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“Oh god, you’ve fallen in love with the chick you almost killed,” Derek groaned.
“Not love...well, yet anyways. She’s so pretty and easy to talk to and isn’t mean to me after everything that has happened and her laugh is like honey,” Spencer smiled softly, recalling the sound in his mind.
“Okay, lover boy,” Penelope giggled, “Did you get her number?”
“No but we’re meeting for a run tomorrow. We actually met at the park when I was training,” Spencer said.
“So she’s seen you in those short shorts and agreed to another meeting? Maybe you do have a chance, kid, cause you really put it all out there,” Derek smirked.
“Speaking of, I actually need to get more of them,” Spencer sipped his coffee.
“Just go all the way and get spandex. Leave nothing to the imagination,” Derek chuckled as Spencer rolled his eyes.
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“Jesus, I’m going to have to hit your right leg this time if I’m going to have any chance of keeping up with you,” Spencer huffed as he bent over his knees to catch his breath.
“Well good news is that was four miles so you definitely will be able to run a 5k because it’s only 3.1 miles,” you encouraged him.
“Technically, it’s 3.10686 miles but I see your point,” Spencer heaved.
“I know a really good smoothie place nearby. Come on, it’s on me,” you grabbed his hand.
Luckily, Spencer’s face was already red from exercising so you weren’t able to see the blush that formed on his cheeks.
“No, it’s definitely on me. I know you said we’re fine but I am forever going to be indebted to you because of the incident.”
“Spencer, really just forget about it,” you assured him.
“I can’t, I have an eidetic memory,” he grinned.
“Ah, I see. Fine, you buy me one smoothie but then we’re even,” you conceded.
You were walking down the street to the cafe when you heard a whistle come from one of the cars driving by.
“Damn, your ass is looking sexy in those leggings,” a man hollered from his passing truck.
You flipped him off and tried to pull your shirt down as much as possible, crossing your arms tightly around your front.
Spencer unzipped his hoodie and extended it towards you, “Sorry, it’s a little sweaty but if you want to wear it, you can.”
You smiled softly and accepted the sweatshirt, feeling more comfortable now.
“I’ve got his license plate number memorized and I intend to file a police report. Unfortunately, reports like these usually don’t go very far but I’ll keep pushing it through. I’ll also call the company that was printed on the side of the truck and ask to speak to his supervisor,” Spencer spoke softly after a few minutes.
“Thanks, Spencer,” you leaned your head on his shoulder and sighed.
“You don’t have to thank me for that. I’m just doing what’s right. He had no right to make comments about your body,” Spencer said, wrapping a gentle arm around your upper waist.
-
“Welcome to Y/N’s carbo-loading extravaganza!” you opened the door of your apartment to let Spencer in.
“I brought dessert as requested,” Spencer held up a chocolate cake.
“I like how you think, Spencer. Dinner’s all ready,” you smiled.
“Spaghetti, meatballs, and crispy buttery garlic bread,” you pulled the bread out of the oven.
“Looks absolutely delicious,” he complimented.
“Eating carbohydrates before a race boosts the glycogen storage in your muscles allowing you to work out longer,” Spencer informed you.
“Interesting, I never knew the science behind it but I’m never going to complain about eating tons of pasta and bread,” you twirled some pasta on to your fork.
Halfway through the meal, Spencer accidentally got a sauce stain on his pale pink shirt.
“Oh no,” you said as he tried to dab it away.
“That needs to soak right away. I don’t want any casualties at the carbo-loading extravaganza. Give it to me to scrub and I’ll get you another shirt.”
Spencer unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it off. You gulped at the sight of him shirtless, grabbing the shirt and heading to your bathroom sink to scrub it with laundry detergent.
“You can just grab any t-shirt from my room that you think will fit,” you called out to him.
Spencer settled on a light gray shirt with a golden retriever on the front.
“Okay, the stain is out! It’s just soaking now-“ you immediately stopped talking as soon as you saw the shirt Spencer was wearing.
He noticed your eyes were beginning to glisten with tears, “I’m so sorry. I can pick a different shirt,” Spencer was already beginning to pull it over the top of his head.
“No it’s fine, Spencer. That’s just my grandma’s t-shirt. I forgot I even had it.”
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you,” he spoke guiltily.
“You didn’t know, besides it looks good on you anyways,” you smiled, “My grandma is the whole reason I’m running the 5k.”
“My mom has Alzheimer’s too so I understand that it’s extremely hard to watch a loved one go through that,” Spencer pulled you in for a hug.
You cried into his chest as he rubbed soothing circles on your back.
After Spencer hadn’t heard any sniffles in a while, he whispered, “Do you have any tea I can make you?”
You nodded and Spencer guided you to the couch, wrapping you in a blanket before turning the kettle on.
-
Spencer answered the cheerful knocking at his front door early in the morning.
“Race day! Are you ready?” you exclaimed.
“Ready as I’ll ever be, I guess,” Spencer smiled.
“I promise we are sticking together the whole time because it doesn’t matter how long it takes us as long as we finish,” you held up your pinky.
“Together,” Spencer affirmed, locking his pinky with yours.
The starting line in the park was only a short distance away from Spencer’s apartment so you and Spencer decided to walk there as a little warm-up.
You and Spencer were doing quad stretches when you saw his eyes wander to something behind you and then widen. His face immediately reddening.
“What?” you asked, turning around to see a group of people with a sign that read ‘Go Spencer and his girlfriend!’
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t expect them to do that,” Spencer stammered.
The poor boy was so flustered so you decided to take it easy on him.
“I don’t mind,” you shrugged with a slight smile.
“You don’t?” Spencer clarified, “I’m not very good with words or flirting in general but I would like to see you again after the race is over. Maybe I could take you out to dinner?”
“Yes but my only condition is...I’m driving,” you smirked.
“Oh, you’ll pay for that,” Spencer grinned.
An air horn sounded, signaling the start of the race.
“I think you’re going to have to catch me first, Dr. Reid,” you giggled as you sprinted ahead.
-
“It’s in sight, Spencer! We can do this!” you pointed to the finish line in the distance.
“Y/N, you’re going to have to carry me. I can’t,” Spencer heaved.
“If you finish this race, I will…” you cupped your hand to his ear and whispered something.
Spencer immediately perked up and started running again.
“Hey, wait up!” you laughed.
You and Spencer crossed the finish line at the same time. Spencer’s legs immediately gave out which caused you to fall too, collapsing on top of him.
“I know I’m really sweaty and gross right now but can I please kiss you?” Spencer whispered.
Your lips were pressed on his as soon as he finished his sentence. You honestly didn’t know how long you had been kissing for but you didn’t look up until you heard one of the race officials shout, “Hey lovebirds! That’s very sweet but other people are trying to cross the finish line.”
“Sorry!” you and Spencer apologized, scrambling to your feet.
“Not really,” Spencer whispered to you and you jabbed him in the side with your elbow playfully, stifling a laugh.
what slightly inspired this fic is one time @samuel-de-champagne-problems commented on one of my posts “i could never stay mad at spencer” and then i thought to myself “same. i couldn’t stay mad at him even if he hit me with his car” and now here we are... 🚙
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Those Moments (The Bad Batch x Fem Reader)
Words: Just over 3k
Summary: Moments with the Bad Batch from terrible singing to the embarrassing things. The moments they never let you forget. (May add more chapters if requested)
Warning: Fluff and Humor ahead .... I think
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Being paired with Clone Force 99 had been unexpected for both (Y/N) and the group to have named themselves the Bad Batch. At first (Y/N) wasn't overly sure about it, she was a Jedi after all, a Knight of the order who had no problems working alone, but working in a team wasn't something she had been thrilled about. She worked best alone but had been given orders to join the Bad Batch. Hunter had been welcoming to the idea although initially unsure, especially when he knew he would have to hand over the reigns, Tech had voiced it would be a good opportunity for all of them to learn and grow, where as Wrecker had just being excited about it. Crosshair, the man of few words on the other hand hadn't been so welcoming to the idea, often being cold and throwing snarky insults and comments (Y/N)'s way, almost surprised when she had responded back, fearless to his glare, instead stubborn and accepting his silent challenge.
Yet their had been times over the years since being paired together, they refused to let her forget. Echo had learnt all about them when he had joined, although only after he himself had caused a little incident by accident. Just like always Tech had recorded it, for safe keeping as he always reasoned. Never once did he admit to watching them during the nights when sleep eluded him. Just as Crosshair would never admit he would often chuckle to himself when remembering the times of sheer unexpected mayhem always in a playful way. Even (Y/N) would laugh when the memories come up. As it reminded her of the family like unit and how each of them had come to accept her as she had accepted them.
Wrecker
Wrecker had been the first of the Bad Batch to cause one of the moments or at least experience one of them. (Y/N) had believed she was alone on the ship, having stayed behind on the Havoc Marauder due an nasty injury sustained when the Endurance had been destroyed during the prior mission. Wrecker had returned to the ship, he quickly noticed (Y/N) wasn't on the sleeping rack she'd been placed on by Crosshair. Instead the curtains were open and the rack had been folded back to its ordinary position.
He'd began to worry so searched the areas of the ship, he knew (Y/N) liked to go, the rear gun, the storage beneath the ship and above. Behind the stack of mental containers Crosshair sometimes hid, yet his concern and search had been interrupted by a loud break of wind coming from the cockpit. Within seconds Wrecker had broken out in uncontrollable laughter, alerting (Y/N) to his presence aboard the ship. The doors sliding open moments later to reveal a mortified (Y/N), her cheeks turning several shades of red with embarrassment, her eyes growing larger as the situation dawned on her, her hands finding their way to her face in her effort to disappear from the entire situation.
Wrecker on the other hand continued to laugh, seeing (Y/N) only added to it. He'd heard his brothers break wind on several occasions, none of them ever beat him for it though although Hunter had surprisingly come close to it. Yet this incident had somehow gotten Wrecker to see passed the lady persona he had painted the Jedi with, he'd always seen her as sweet and innocent until that point.
His brothers had returned moments later, only to find Wrecker on the floor outside the cockpit, holding his sides, as he laughed. Red faced with tears streaming down his cheeks as he attempted to catch his breath. (Y/N) on the other hand still looked like she wanted to disappear, holding a holopad in front of her, looking down with intent at it, as if it held the answer to her quest to turn invisible. It took a while for the boys to get to the bottom of what was going on. Wrecker not helping by wheezing and laughing whenever he attempted to explain it, where as (Y/N) had apparently developed selected deafness.
Although she could look back and laugh at it now, she had been embarrassed by it for months. Wrecker could never bring himself to explain what happened, although he would chuckle about it every now and again. Quickly calling it a bounding moment, when the rest did find out they soon joined in with the laughter. Tech explaining it was a natural bodily function, nothing at all to be embarrassed about, Crosshair had cracked a rare grin with Hunter attempting to hold back his laughter while complaining he missed such an event. Echo had chuckled for a while upon being told the story, especially with Wrecker's reaction to burst in to laughter whenever he heard it.
Hunter
(Y/N) was known for being clumsy. If there was something to trip over, it was almost a guarantee she would be the one to do so. She could rival Rex with the talent of falling over. Many times had Kix recorded the events, commenting about it on several occasions although still saying Rex held the title of most epic fails. To say the Batch knew about the talent was an understatement. They'd heard about it before but never really took it seriously, after all (Y/N) was brilliant on the battlefield, precise, fierce and graceful all at the same time. Instead they took the stories of her clumsiness as just that, stories.
That was until Hunter experienced it first hand.
The batch had stopped at a refuel station not to far from their assigned location, it was quiet, hidden in an asteroid field so not many knew of it. What looked to be an old base of some sort was hidden in the cliff face, although nothing could be distinguished as to what the base was actually for or had been used for, not even Tech could find that answer. (Y/N) had been walking around the ship, close to where Hunter stood watching the distance, his helmet on, hiding any expression that would have otherwise been visible. Tech was in the cockpit of the Marauder, with Crosshair on the roof of the ship and Wrecker around the opposite side.
Without warning (Y/N) had tripped over something, stumbling forward before smacking into the side of the ship, falling backwards moments later in a daze and slight shock from the incident. Crosshair had turned his attention to her upon hearing the impact, as Hunter turned and went over to her, both quickly figuring what had happened. Without hesitation Hunter checked on her, pulling her to her feet moments later, checking her over moments later, chuckling slightly when (Y/N) made a comments about the impromptu meeting with the side of the ship, another comment about the side of the ship being up to standard.
He soon walked with her around to the ramp of the ship, noticing she was limping from the collision with the side of the ship. The pair just reaching it when (Y/N) tripped over something else, this time tumbling over and taking Hunter down with her, the Sargent being shocked by what happened and thankful for his helmet, especially when he would have face planted the rocky ground. Reality hitting them both when Crosshair could be heard chuckling from above, with Wrecker doing a similar thing from the top of the ramp where he'd been sat.
(Y/N) apologizing as she helped Hunter back to his feet, not even noticing the scraps on her forearms, instead putting her attention on Hunter. Ever since that day Hunter kept a tally onboard the Marauder, adding another strike whenever (Y/N) tripped or fell over something. Echo adding to it when Hunter forgets, just to make sure its up to date. Tech on the other hand, never mentioned he got clumsy moment on camera and watches it during the quiet moments, the video never failing to bring a chuckle from him or get him to smile. He also wouldn't admit he watches the video's of all (Y/N)'s fails, finding it gives her another dynamic besides just be a supposedly perfect Jedi.
Tech
The incident with Tech, wasn't actually on (Y/N) but rather on Tech. It being a quiet day on the Marauder, Hunter was in his normal place, spinning the vibroblade as he would do when he was bored. Echo with Tech in the cockpit talking away about a random topic, Crosshair on the other hand sat on the seats opposite Hunter, cleaning his rifle. (Y/N) on the other hand, had taken to the refresher. The last mission being a mess one to say the least, (Y/N)'s clumsiness not doing her any favors.
On this occasion Tech had forgotten (Y/N) was in the refresher, walking along and opening the door as (Y/N) had likely forgotten to lock it again. Crosshair had spoke up in protest as Tech pressed the button on the door, although his words had been drowned out by the surprised scream to escape from the refresher. Tech's cheeks got redder by the second and his honey eyes got wider, his hands shaking as he reached for the button to close the door. The image of (Y/N) quickly covering herself with a towel, all while screaming for him to get out.
Hunter and Crosshair both chuckling to themselves as Wrecker come from the rear gun hold, seemingly confused about what was going on. Seeing two of his brothers laughing to no end, the other coming from the cockpit to investigate the screaming, Tech on the other hand sliding down the now closed refresher door, his legs suddenly weakening at the knees to the point they were unable to support of his weight, by now he had gone deathly pale, his honey eyes still wide in shock.
Tech soon fell backwards through the door when it opened, (Y/N) quickly stepping back when he tumbled through the door, almost surprised by it. Yet soon lent down to help him up and check he was okay with how pale he had become. The laughter soon alerted her to the situation, as it finally dawned on her, her reaction had likely caused the sudden shell shock. It wasn't very often she screamed bloody murder least of all at Tech. Wrecker and Crosshair were normally on the receiving end. Every time Echo found it funny.
Tech would always knock on the refresher door after that, and he'd be sure to remind others if (Y/N) wasn't anywhere to be seen. Although he still laughed about it, reminding (Y/N) about it, when the sleepless night caught them both.
Echo
Oiling cybernetic limbs was a must for Echo. At least twice a day, once in the morning and again at night. More often than not he'd do it during the crazy moments when Tech was flying in some fantastical way. As he was doing this time, some tight escape from the latest mission, Wrecker in the rear gun, Crosshair opposite Echo clearing his rifle as if nothing was happening, a normal routine. Hunter in the cockpit with Tech, acting as the co-pilot. (Y/N) on the other hand sat on the chair near to Crosshair and Echo, seemingly minding her own business.
None of them aware of the oil spillage on the floor during on of Tech's spectacular maneuver. Tech soon called for (Y/N), knowing she was the only one small enough to reach something, (Y/N) jumped up at her name being called, heading to the cockpit, as she would normally do, curiosity sparkling in her eyes, as she did so. A bright smile on her lips. At the same time Crosshair had gotten up to stretch, finding his own joints had seized up from the awkward position he'd been sat in.
It had all happened so quickly, (Y/N) had stepped on the puddle of oil, her feet going every which way in a wild manner as she attempted to regain her lost balance. Crosshair having stepped onto the puddle moments later, flying backwards in a epic way, arms and legs flying everywhere. In his haste he had grabbed on to (Y/N), pulling her down with him. Echo had been confused at first, although soon realized and asked if they were okay, chuckling upon getting the confirmation they were. (Y/N) had nodded with Crosshair throwing his normal glare, almost giving up on getting back to his feet, commenting the floor was no longer stable enough.
Hunter had been the one to investigate the noise of several crashes and swearing, only to find Echo and (Y/N) laughing, the latter on the floor with Crosshair. The sniper himself grinning as if trying to hold back laughter, staring straight up at the ceiling, his arms still wrapped around (Y/N) from where he'd tried to cushion her fall with his own armored body.
A comment escaping Crosshair about the two having to stop meeting like that. Echo commenting it looked fun, with Wrecker complaining he'd missed something else, as well as missed his target from the screams and swearing. Tech throwing the comment he'd successfully recorded that as well as congratulating Echo on the happy accident, he caused. Where as Hunter shook his head, no stranger to the antics of his brothers and (Y/N), knowing Echo would likely see it as revenge considering he'd been on the receiving end of pranks from (Y/N) since he'd joined the batch.
"Consider us even" commented Echo with a grin, implying he'd done it on purpose with Crosshair being caught an added bonus.
Crosshair
To say (Y/N) and Crosshair had a prank war going was the understatement. Anything that could be imagined into existence had pretty much happened. Switching armor and robes out for something else, voice changers, whoopy cushions, videos, smoke and stink bombs, the occasional air horn, you name it, it had been used. The odd occasion it had caught another unintended target, normally Wrecker whom had mindlessly walked into the war zone. His face always a picture.
The pair of (Y/N) and Crosshair always trading comments when their prank war was on hold. Crosshair always comparing the height difference, with (Y/N) always retorting with something else. The two also giving each other nicknames. With Crosshair being nicknamed the "angry toothpick" and (Y/N) gaining the nickname of "firecracker" in a mocking way. Crosshair would always call her by the name even when the prank war was on a temporary hold. All the moments were Crosshair's favorite. But if he had to choose, his favorite was when (Y/N) had somehow managed to swap out his rifle for a realistic replica, except it was a bubble blasted, although she had thankful switched them after the mission. He'd been none the wiser while cleaning, even with his keen eye. Only when he noticed the scope was off, did he realize it was a bubble blaster, something he happily used on Echo after the oil spill incident and Wrecker for the hell of it.
(Y/N) had woke the entire ship up that night with her next prank which had caught the unsuspecting Tech. (Y/N) having tapped an air horn to the refresher door, cleverly putting it where the lock button was. So when Tech had locked the door he'd set the horn off. Waking everyone including herself up. The rest of the boys had found little surprises waiting for them. Hunter's bandanna had been swapped out for something far more sparkly and floral to what he normal had, in the place of Wrecker's plastoid armor was a bunny onzie, complete with the fluffy tail. Tech's goggles had been adjusted to include a pair of cat ears, he escaped most of the havoc due to the air horn. Echo found every whoopy cushion around the Marauder, seemingly becoming a magnet to them. Where as Crosshair found the paint hidden in different areas, the same paint Hunter, Echo and Tech had avoided. To say Crosshair was several different colors by the end of it was an understatement
He'd promised revenge, something he went through with a week later. Swapping (Y/N)'s Jedi robes with a sexy little outfit he knew she would hate with a vengeance. While also swapping her favorite blanket for a fluffy pink thing. The outfit being a barely there nurses outfit. consisting on a skirt that barely covered anything, a small bikini top and a little hat with white thigh high stockings. He'd taken it upon himself to hide her normal robes, leaving her with no choice but to wear the outfit laid out for her.
(Y/N) had hidden by the metal crates most of the day, refusing to come out in the outfit despite encouragement. Crosshair had offered the pink fluffy blanket but found himself almost terrified by her response with a deadly glare. He eventually carried her from behind the crates, deeming she needed food and drink, something Tech backed up, although he did need to recruit Wrecker's help to move the crates. Crosshair had made the comment of liking her more in the outfit, receiving a punch to the arm in response. His only response was to chuckle knowing she would sulk about it until she could return to her normal robes. It was no secret she hated dressing up in little outfits, even if certain missions required her to do so.
"Its a good job none of you got injured. My bedside manners would be terrible" commented (Y/N) when placed on Crosshair's bunk, arms crossed over her chest as she scooted over to the far corner, if only so he could join her. His efforts at an apology was to watch holo-films together.
"Princess your bedside manners wouldn't matter when your dressed like" Crosshair would respond, chuckling when (Y/N) stuck her tongue out at him. The two quieting down shortly after to watch a film. Chuckling when Echo found another whoopy cushion and Wrecker burst out laughing because of it. Tech's question of whom had "reorganized" his holopad also ringing out as Hunter finally found a bucket of ice water hidden above something. His swearing ringing out moments later along with the yelled names of both Crosshair and (Y/N).
#The bad batch#Humor#Fluff#Star Wars#The Bad Batch x Reader#Jedi Reader#Hunter#Crosshair#Tech#arc trooper echo#wrecker#just a little bit of fun
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Chapter 1
Summary: A relaxing summer at home after your second year of college sounds nice, until someone comes back and makes it anything but
Pairing: Eren Jaeger x black!fem!reader
Chapter Warnings: cursing, a lot of sexual tension lmao
Word Count: 2139
A/N: Alright, here it is! I’ve been working on this for a while now, if you’ve been following my shitposts, and I’ve been really nervous to post it, so I would like to thank @styxtm for reading this chapter and giving me the confidence to post it! Hope you guys like it!
Tags: @her-majesty-kiara, @germfart3, @styxtm, @iwascrybaby
Chapter summary: Someone you’d never thought you’d see again literally walks back into your life
"When are you gonna be done? It's hot as fuck out here," you complain, waving a hand in front of your face, but it doesn't anything to cool you down, instead spreading the humid, sticky air across your face.
You hear Jean groan as you set down the tray of nails you have in your hands on the ground, throwing your hair up in a bun, getting the curls off of your neck. "Stop complaining. It's not even that bad."
"You chose to build a storage unit during one of the hottest days so far in the summer," you respond, and he just chuckles as he blindly holds his hand out. You pick through the different pieces, finding the one he needs before dropping it into his hand.
"My mom wanted it built, and my stepdad's been too busy, so I offered to do it."
"You offered to do it. I just came over here to hang out," you say, sighing heavily as you rest a hand on your hip.
You've been best friends with Jean since you were kids, growing up in the same neighborhood, literally living right next to each other, and when you graduated high school, you both ended up going to different colleges.
You had decided to stay on your college campus for the summer after your freshman, not ready to go back home yet. Now your sophomore year of college is over, and both you and Jean ended up coming back home to do who knows what, but ever since you both have come back, you've either been over his house or vice versa.
Both of your parents always joked about how it seemed like you two were separated at birth, constantly attached at the hip, and sometimes it really does feel like he's a brother to you. He was always there for you when your other friends weren't, and since you were an only child, he saved you multiples from boredom due to not having anyone to spend time with.
"I'm almost done, I just need you to help me hold this last wall." You walk over to where he's standing, resting your back against the wall as he screws in the last few nails. "Okay, I think that's it," he says, and you both walk back as you take in the new building.
You both tilt your head, the building finally seeming to stand upright. "How'd you manage to make it slanted?" you ask, and Jean sighs as he lets his head fall back in annoyance.
"I don't know," he says, looking through the instructions, and you look to your left as you scoff lightly.
"Well, those look like the foundation pieces," you comment, pointing to the plates that the building is supposed to be on top of. "You did good though, I just don't know how long the building will last."
"Whatever, I'm done. It's hot," he sighs and you bristle as you both start walking towards his house.
"Says the one who said it wasn't even that bad," you argue, and he waves you off.
"That's because the clouds were providing shade." You huff lightly at his weak counter.
"Yeah, okay." Your body nearly goes limp as you feel the cool air wrap around your body when you step into the house, Jean sliding the patio door closed, cutting off the stifling heat. You plop down on the loveseat, sinking down into the plush leather as it cools your heated skin.
"Heads up." You open your eyes in time to see Jean throwing you a bottle of water, and you catch it easily, opening it as he sits down on the couch. "What else are you planning on doing this summer?"
You shrug lazily. "I don't know. Party?" you try, and he raises an eyebrow at you.
"You want to spend the whole summer partying?"
"There's nothing else to do, and Ymir always finds the best parties." You had been friends with her since high school and by your senior year, you were joining her at a different party almost every other weekend. You wouldn't really say it was the best time of your life, but it definitely gave you a distraction from the current dilemma you were having at the time. "Pretty sure there'll be one soon since everyone's coming back. Unless you have any better ideas."
"I guess I'll go to a few, but I don't--"
The sound of the front door opening and an awfully familiar voice cuts Jean off. "Damn, it feels good in here." The dilemma walks into the living room, stopping when he sees you and Jean. "Oh, shit, what're you doing here?"
"At my house? I could ask you the same thing," Jean shoots back at his brother, and you feel a strong urge to leave, running back to your own house. "I thought you were staying in that city, why are you here, Eren?"
Eren fucking Jaeger. The stubborn dilemma you had to deal with all of your life, but it especially got worse to deal with once you got to high school. Probably the textbook definition of a bad boy, the sleeves of tattoos you can see on his arms and the piercings solidify it.
Oh, and he's also your best friend's older step-brother.
He shrugs. "Dunno. Guess I just wanted to come back, glad I did though." You look away when you see him smirk, knowing that last bit was geared towards you.
You stand up quickly, drinking some water in hopes that it hides your nerves well. "I'm starving. You got any food?" you ask Jean as you walk towards the kitchen, purposefully walking the long way so that you don't have to go anywhere near him.
"I don't know, you can look," he calls after you, and you can feel Eren's eyes on you as you walk, suddenly feeling very naked in your shorts and cropped tank top.
When you're in the safety of the kitchen and you hear the conversation between the siblings start, you sigh heavily as you rest your head against the counter. Of course, it would be just your fucking luck that he would come back.
You groan softly in frustration as you lift your head up and grab an orange, peeling it a little more aggressively than you should as you hop onto the counter. You huff slightly as you put a slice into your mouth. This is a total wreck in your plans.
To anyone else, it wouldn't seem like a big deal, but your history with Eren isn't the greatest. Maybe starting with the fact that you started to have a crush on him which ended up only blossoming once you got to high school. And the worst part was that everyone knew it. You know they did, but it's not like you were discreet about it.
You were just a naive teenager that was stupid enough to fall? Maybe not fall for him, but you definitely were stupid enough to think that he could possibly be into you.
Your inner turmoil is only fueled when he walks into the kitchen, you failing to notice that the conversation had stopped. You look down at your legs, swinging them as you continue to eat the orange, trying to focus on anything but the suffocating awkward tension in the room.
You can see him lean against the counter across from the one your sitting on, crossing his foot over his ankle. When you find yourself staring at his thighs and how tight his shorts are, you quickly look away. "So, how ya been?" he asks, and you find yourself rolling your eyes at his poor attempt to make small talk.
"Good," you answer, not even looking up, patting a simple rhythm on your thigh, his strong gaze on you making you feel some type of way. "College was fun," you add.
You hear him chuckle softly. "Yeah? Looks like it treated you really good."
You feel your face flush warm as you look up, and you hate your body still reacts the same way it did years back. It's your turn to take him in, and you bite your lip hesitantly, noticing that college treated him very well.
He does more than fill out his clothes, they're practically like a second skin the way they stretch out over his body. Your eyes trail over his inked arms, trying to make out everything that you can see. He's grown his hair out, it's longer now, opting for putting his hair up in a high bun, the silver piercings shining in the light when he turns his head slightly. Your eyes catch the simple gold chain around his neck, and you realize that you've been staring for too long.
"So, what are you doing here?" you ask, and you're genuinely asking because according to Jean, he wasn't supposed to be here, and you thought this summer was going to be smooth sailing.
"A little birdie told me that you were here, so..." he trails off with a shrug, and you squint your eyes at him.
"So, you came back just for me?"
"What if I told you I did?" You scoff as you toss the orange peel in the trashcan, putting the last two slices in your mouth.
"I would tell you," you start, finishing the slices. "That you're ridiculous." He hums as he smiles at you, moving away from the counter, standing in front of you.
"So, what's the deal with you and my brother anyway?" he questions suddenly, and you shake your head slowly.
"You mean like if I like him or something?" You scoff. "He's my best friend, and he's into someone else anyway."
He nods, his eyebrows creasing as he thinks. "Oh, yeah. That Mikasa chick, right? She's kinda hot."
"What do you want, Eren?" Now you're getting annoyed, and you hate how you feel that tiny fire of jealousy burning in your chest at his comment. He moves closer to you, and you don't even realize that your legs spread to fit his frame.
"There's a lot of things I want," he answers, resting his hands dangerously close to your thighs on the counter.
"Is one of those things to annoy the hell out of me?" you joke, and he chuckles as he nods his head.
"Maybe. That's one."
"A lot of people don't get what they want."
You feel your breathing hitch when he leans in closer to you, close enough that you can feel his breath fanning over your face. "I got all summer to get what I want."
You gulp harshly as you find it difficult to tear your eyes away from his. "What is it?" you ask, your voice a lot more airy than you want it to be.
He tilts his head to the side like he's thinking as you try to find a way out of this situation. "It's more of a who than an it," he tells you, and try to slow your breathing which you didn't even realize had picked up. That's how much of an effect he has on you, and you hate it.
"Well, I hope you get who you're looking for," you respond, but he doesn't move when you shift.
"Eren, leave her alone, she doesn't want anything to do with you," Jean yells from the living room, but Eren's eyes never leave yours as he grins.
"I think you beg to differ," he whispers, and you scoff.
"You would be terribly wrong." And it really is hard to lie when your body is screaming the truth.
"I would?" he questions, keeping his voice low, and you glance to your right, seeing that Jean can't see into the kitchen, and you jump when he pulls you into him by your thighs. Your lower half is touching him, and if you move your legs, they'll tighten around his waist, so you don't move. "You're not a very good liar," he says, his lips just in front of yours, so close that if you even lean in a smidge, you'd be kissing him.
"And that means?"
"Getting you right where I want you won't take all summer." Your mouth falls open slightly as your body goes warm all over. You need to get out of here before you do something you shouldn't.
"Eren, what the hell are you doing?" Eren gives you a wink before he moves away from you.
"Nothing, man. Just making small talk." He crosses his arms as he leans back against the counter, and you find yourself glued to your spot before your brain tells you to move, hopping off the counter, not giving him another look as you walk out of the kitchen, feeling his gaze burning into you.
So much for a relaxing summer.
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The One with the Motorcycle
@wrightfamilyweek day 4 - Free day! Which I took to mean 'shove my headcanon here'. At first I wanted to do something with Ryuunosuke, but I still haven't finished tgaa so uhhhh sorry my boy. Also, you can find this on AO3 here.
In which Trucy and Phoenix decide they need to find a more reliable method of getting around. Luckily, Phoenix already has a vehicle registered under his name.
oOo
“Does this mean that when I turn sixteen, I’ll get a motorcycle license?”
Trucy skips alongside her Daddy as they walk through the aisles of the storage facility. They pass locked garage after garage. Trucy has always known that her Daddy had somewhere he stores a bunch of stuff that doesn’t fit in the office, the stuff he used to keep in his apartment back when he had one, but this is her first time coming along with him.
There’s been a lot leading up to this. Now that Trucy’s getting a little older, there’s more things she wants to do, or go to, and Daddy seems to be getting a little busier too. He’s started going down to the library more often, and having some kind of meetings for lunch, and getting calls by people Trucy doesn’t know. They’re both getting busy, and buses and taxis only get them so far. Daddy had declared, in an almost resigned-sounding voice after they missed a bus and had to wait underneath the bus stop in the pouring rain for another thirty minutes, that perhaps it was time to find a more reliable method to get around.
“Dessie says she’s running a little late, but she’ll be here soon.” Trucy is in charge of the phone while Daddy frets over the pieces of paper in his hands, crinkling the edges up in his nervous hands.
Daddy doesn’t reply to this either, just keeps walking forward. Trucy frowns to herself. Daddy’s been kind of weird about this whole thing. From getting the Learner’s Permit, to the practice drives and lessons with Desiree, to his final test, but now if anything he seems at his most awkward and strange as they approach the storage unit.
They final come to a stop, and Daddy pulls up the metal door.
If old case files in the office were little glimpses into who Daddy was before Trucy knew him, this place was an in-color photograph.
There’s cardboard boxes with ‘sketchbooks’ scrawled on the front. There’s a dead plant in the corner. There’s a stack of picture frames, an old couch shoved into a corner, and a small wood table with rings from the ghosts of old drinks, a few splashes of paint marring the surface. There’s some art supplies shoved off in a corner that Trucy immediately goes over to, and piles of books Trucy hasn’t read before, and Trucy wants nothing more than to stay here all day and look through everything and anything in sight.
In the middle of the storage unit, however, is what they’ve come here for.
It’s a lilac-colored motorcycle. There’s an unhealthy-layer of dust on it - there’s a layer of dust on everything in the room - and Daddy brushes his hand over the seat and handles, sending a plume of the dust into the air. He starts sneezing and coughing over it and Trucy laughs a little at that. She stops in a moment, though, because of the almost-grim look on Daddy’s face as he stares at the bike.
They’ve been building up to this for months, in reality. Trucy realizes this now, that everything up to this point has been to get this motorcycle out of the garage and back onto the streets, because it was a vehicle Daddy already owns, and he wouldn’t have to go through the hassle nor money involved in getting a new one. But it’s also all conflicted with Daddy’s attempts to distance himself from the past.
Daddy wants to move forward in life, she gets that, but it makes Trucy sad anyway to see how nervous and resigned he’d looked about so much as calling the Delites for help. Like doing that much is losing something.
“So this is Aunt Mia’s bike?” Trucy asks, going over to it as well. She doesn’t know anything about things like this, but it looks like it’s in okay condition. It’s certainly not as shiny as Desiree’s, but it’s not bad.
“Yeah, it’s been a while. Sorry I haven’t by.” He says, and she can tell he’s not talking to her. His eyes are fixed on the bike like sometimes he’ll stare at Charley for what seems like hours on end; it’s never for that long, but it feels like it might be at times. He tilts her head to Trucy and explains, “I used to come by and try to keep it clean and stuff, but things have gotten… complicated. I’m sure Mia’s upset I haven’t done more to maintain this since she’s been gone.”
Ah, it’s one of the days where he’s talking about Aunt Mia in the present tense. It’s hard to tell if that’s ever a good thing or a bad thing. Maybe it’s just A Thing he does sometimes. Even after four years, there’s still so much Trucy hasn’t figured out about her daddy. Sometimes, he talks about Aunt Mia as the dead person she is, gone and out of this world, a deceased but loved person, just like Trucy’s mommy was talked about. Other days, though, it’s like he expects Aunt Mia to walk through the door any minute.
“Alright, well, let’s see what we can do before Desiree gets here.”
Daddy’s temporary license, the edges of which are almost torn up by his worrying hands, is set aside on top of the sketchbook box and he grabs a towel from one of the other boxes, setting to work on a more thorough dusting. Trucy searches through Daddy’s phone for the list of what to check for that Desiree had texted him and passes it over to Daddy.
Trucy picks a stool out from the mess of things and rifles through the sketchbook box, finding one and flipping through it. There’s mostly little doodles and the like on the pages, or realistic portraits of faces Trucy doesn’t recognize. She wonders if, were Daddy not so determined to distance himself from the past, she’d know any of them. There is a picture of Miles, and she knows him, so she smiles at that picture and lightly brushes her hand over the pencil markings. Miles looks really angry in the picture, and scribbled right next to him is ‘I’ll save you’.
And Daddy did.
“Alright, let’s see what we have to work with today!”
Desiree announces herself, carrying her own box of tools
“Thought you might not show up for a moment.” Daddy jokes, but it’s one of his hollow-sounding jokes. Desiree laughs anyway.
“Oh please, I’ve been waiting to get a look at this beast for myself ever since you told me about it!” Desiree says and starts going over the bike. She talks about oil and gas and spark plugs and batteries, looking over everything and digging through her stuff and checking things. She says they’re going to need a new battery, and definitely replace just about all of the fluids. Luckily, Desiree is well-capable of doing all of that, she assures them, and they’d be able to get it up and moving enough to get it to her shop where she could do some of the rougher things to do.
“How much do I owe you?” Daddy asks, and Desiree waves her hand.
“We can discuss that later, let’s focus on getting this beauty out of this dusty-old place and back here she belongs, huh?”
Desiree has said that every time, so far, that Daddy asks about price. Trucy can see that it means Desiree doesn’t really want to make Daddy pay for any of it, but it seems to put Daddy more and more on edge every time Desiree says it. He’s waiting for something bad to happen, and his tension over it bleeds into Trucy, even though she’s not worried. Desiree is a nice lady who likes to chat to Trucy and can talk a mile a minute about motorcycles. When she’s not talking about them, she’s talking about her husband, Ron
They walk the bike out of the storage facility, Desiree filling the space with chatter about what the make and model of Aunt Mia’s motorcycle is, and the pluses and minuses of it, and how it’s lucky that it already has a backseat for Trucy. Daddy says that he used to ride with Aunt Mia sometimes, eyes trained on the bike still, as if he expected it to fall apart at a moment’s notice.
Desiree’s red-hot bike is parked out front and she tells them to meet her at her shop. She’ll be able to finish up there, where the rest of her supplies is.
“Don’t worry, she should be able to get you there just fine. And anyway, you can tell me if anything starts sounding worrying!” Desiree says as she climbs onto her bike. It’s been what Daddy has been practicing on, what Daddy even passed his driving test on just yesterday, and the rumble of it had just started to become familiar. Trucy feels like she’s going to miss it, but she’s excited to see how Aunt Mia’s bike works out.
Desiree peels out and leaves Daddy and Trucy standing on the side of the road, Daddy regarding Aunt Mia’s bike like it’s a python that’s going to bite them.
“... maybe this was a bad idea.” Daddy says five months too late.
“You worry too much! C’mon, Dessie’s waiting for us!” Trucy hops next to him, excited to get on the bike. Daddy sighs, turning his helmet over and over in his hands. Trucy has her own, bought a couple months ago, but she hasn’t been allowed on a bike yet. ‘Not until I get my official license’, Daddy had insisted. Now is the time, though.
“But what if something happens? What if I crash, and you get hurt?” He says. Trucy feels a ripple of shock run through her and she looks at Daddy’s face. His expression is grim and an open wound of his emotion. Of worry and fear, “What if I crash and I ruin her bike? What if-”
“Daddy, you’re being dumb” Trucy informs him. Daddy looks at her, and she can already see him starting to close off again, but she steals the last few moments of honesty she can, desperately, “Daddy you can do this, okay? We’re going to be okay. Even if we have to go five miles an hour to get there.”
“I think I’m actually worse at driving slow.” Daddy grumbles. Trucy grabs his hands.
“Then we’ll go really fast. We aren’t giving up on this just because you’re scared.”
Daddy sighs and then ruffles her hair.
“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. It’d be stupid to give up right now. It doesn’t matter how long it’s going to take.”
They put their helmets on and climb onto the bike. They both hold their breaths when the engine first starts, and then it roars to life. It’s different than Desiree’s although exactly how, Trucy isn’t sure. She wraps her arms around her daddy’s stomach as they get going, keeping her eyes open. She isn’t scared, she can’t be. She needs to seem sure and trusting over this, for his sake, for their sake, so that they can make it through here together.
Things don’t change a lot with Daddy. They’ve lived in the same place for all this time, and Daddy’s worked at the same bar, and Trucy’s worked at the same bar, and they have the same routines day to week to month to year. This is new, this is change, but it’s a good thing.
They roar down the streets for the first time, Daddy is shaking, Trucy can feel it with how tightly she’s holding onto him. The air roars past them, chillingly-cold.
He did this for me, Trucy thinks, and then, no, he did this for us. For family, so that we can keep moving forwards .
If they had stood still, they would’ve been alright with buses and taxis and rides from friends. But they are moving forward in life, they need the ability to do more, be more independent, further their own things.
And help, here they had help, from Desiree, and from the thoughtfulness of Aunt Mia to leave Phoenix to her bike, and Ron had told Trucy before that Phoenix had helped them (Trucy had already known this, she’s read that case and every other case what feels like a thousand times over, her illicit self-read bedtime stories) and that they’d been wanting to do something for the man ever since they heard about The Disbarment.
It’s sort of funny, how independence and getting help seemed to go hand-in-hand.
Trucy and her Daddy roar down the streets, and her grip loosens as she gets more comfortable, and Daddy stops shaking so badly as he gets into his groove, because he’s done this before and has been training and practicing, and he knows how to ride a bike now, and Desiree has taught him how to maintain it, and now, now they are going towards a new normal, a new schedule, a second half of the darkest time of their lives (of course, Trucy doesn’t know this, and neither does her daddy, and now it seems like the shadows is simply where they will always be living) and they prepare to meet it together.
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