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leossmoonn · 5 months

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snow day | mike schmidt

summary - abby has a snow day and spends it with you and mike

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“hey, abs,” mike whispers, shaking her away. she groans and pushes his hand away. “i don’t want to go to school.”

mike glances at you, seeing the excited smile on your face. “you don’t have to, abby.”

she opens one eye. “why?” “your school called and cancelled school. you have a snow day!” you exclaim.

abby sits up in bed, a big smile on her face. “we can build a fort and a snowman!”

“you got great ideas, babe,” you grin at her. “do you want to sleep in some more or are you hungry?”

“i’m hungry,” abby says. “can i have waffles with chocolate chips?”

“you sure can. get to work, chef,” you turn to mike. he chuckles softly. “i need my sous chef.”

“alright. you need any help getting ready?” you ask abby. “no,” she says, hopping out of bed and heading to her closet.

“okay. call us if you need anything. we’ll be in the kitchen.”

you and mike make your way to the kitchen, grabbing a box of pre-made pancake mix and putting some milk and eggs into it. mike’s hands rest on your waist, his chin sitting on your shoulder as you both wait for the batter to cook. you lean into his chest, enjoying the warmth radiating from him. it’s so cold in his house during winter time since he tries to cut down on the electric bills, but you don’t mind. you had him as a portable blanket and he doesn’t mind. it’s an excuse for him to be closer to you.

“you sure you can take work off today?” you ask. “yeah,” mike nods. “even if i couldn’t, i am not driving in that mess.”

you both look out the window. you got eight inches of snow. you didn’t even want to try and walk in it, much else drive.

“well, i’m glad we can take the day off.” you spin yourself around, leaning your back against the counter. mike smiles, “me, too. it’s well-deserved for both of us.” he leans in, pulling your lips in a slow kiss. you sigh into him, your eyes fluttering shut like you’re in a movie. his kisses always make your brain feel numb and body tingly.

little footsteps pad behind two. mike is quick to pull away, positioning himself to where he’s beside you, his hand resting on the small of your back.

“did you out chocolate chips in the waffles?” abby asks. “yes, ma’am,” you answer.

she sits down at the table, placing her crayons and blank pieces of paper in front of her. after the whole freddy’s fiasco, she’s stopped drawing those kids and now has started drawing her friends from school and her teachers. she’s been very into drawing you and mike, as well as your cat that you and mike are 99% sure she’s plotting to steal.

“you should show that drawing to cornelius, abby. he’ll probably be confused that there’s two of them,” you remark.

“or you can bring him here and we can keep him,” abby says.

you can’t help but snort at her request. “maybe if mike invites me to move in.”

mike rolls his eyes, flipping the waffle maker and taking the waffle out. “you basically already live here. your cat probably thinks you’ve abandoned him.”

“not true. i haven’t stayed a night here in a couple weeks.”

“mmm, yeah. what’s up with that?”

“been busy. you miss me or something?” you grab some plates and silverware, starting to set up the table.

“maybe,” he says. you glance at him, catching the coy smile playing on his face.

“after breakfast can we make a snowman ?” abby asks.

“sure,” you nod. “it’s cold, abby,” mike says.

“there’s nothing else to do here. and i want to build the fort after we go outside.”

“that’s not a bad idea,” you look at mike. “i’ll look if we have a carrot for the nose.

abby eyes light up and mike shoot you a glare. you pat his back gingerly, grabbing some napkins and cups.

“you have to put on a sweatshirt and coat, okay? and a hat and gloves,” mike says. abby let’s our a big sigh. “fine,” she says, knowing it’s part of the seam.

abby gobbles down a waffle and a half before she pops up out of her seat like a jack-in-the-box, running to her room and putting on all her warm clothes. she throws on a beanie and grabs a scarf, having you help her tuck it into her coat.

“hurry up, guys! the snow will melt!” abby exclaims, running to the door.

“hey, hey, hey,” mike stand up. “i’ll get my coat on so at least one of us is outside with you.” he goes into hips room and grabs his winter coat and some boots.

“here, you need this.” you slip a black beanie onto his head. “i’ll be fine.”

“you made abby bundle up, so you need to, too,” you say. “fine. don’t worry about the dishes, i’ll clean them up after this.” mike kisses you on the cheek before going outside.

you at least put the dishes in the sink before getting yourself ready to go outside. you close the door behind you, seeing the bottom hall of the snowman already standing.

“that was fast,” you say. “abby was very enthusiastic. now she’s a little tired i think,” mike says.

“it’s hard to roll snowballs, even for me. they always fall apart when i do it,” you sigh.

“ah, finally something you’re not good at,” mike grins at you. you roll your eyes and punch his shoulder, a smile breaking the straight line on your lips. “i’m pretty good at this.” you say as you bend down and pick up a handful of snow, molding it into a small hall and throwing it right at mike’s face.

“hey, i’m right next to you! that not fair!”

you give him a wink, walking over to abby to help her roll a snowball. you’re almost done when you feel snow it the back of your neck. you gasp and look up, seeing mike’s hands in his pockets.

“what?” he asks, a telling smile on his face. “abby schmidt, would you like to form an alliance with me in a snowball fight against your brother?” you turn to her as you help her put the body of the snowman on.

“yes, duh!” she giggles. “looks like you’re alone, micheal,” you look at him, putting your arm around abby.

he shrugs, making another snowball. “i’m not worried.” he hits you in the face like you did to him.

“looks like we have a war on our hands,” you remark.

you and abby end up using half of the snowman as your shield. mike is careful not to knock down the snow balls, but he has impeccable aim from playing little league, so it’s no sweat for him. abby is your snowball supplier. her little hands mold them quickly, handing them to you one after the other as you aim them at mike’s face and chest.

“you getting cold with all the snow in your clothes, schmidt?” you ask.

“nope. i’m pretty warm, which means you suck at this.” he throws a snow ball at you, hitting your shoulder. the snow fans across your neck, hitting a sliver of skin where your scarf doesn’t cover.

“we need to make a huge snowball,” you whisper to abby. “on it,” she nods excitedly. she’s already lined up 10 snowballs for you to use in the meantime.

“no conspiring secretly!” mike says. “we can do what we want!” you laugh, throwing another snowball, throwing it with too much force to where it lands behind him.

mike ends up using a tree as his shield. even with it’s small branches, you find it more difficult. you look down at abby, seeing a snowball half the size of your snowman.

“good job, babe,” you pat her back. “after this can i have some hot chocolate?” abby asks.

“of course. we can celebrate with it,” you grin. you look back at mike who aims a snowball at your head, knocking your beanie off. “oh, it is on.”

you and abby stand up, carrying the big ball of snow. it’s heavier than you thought it would be, but you’re hopefully that this will work.

“woah.” mike’s jaw drops. “this is really not fair. i don’t have a teammate to do that with!”

“sucks to suck i guess,” you laugh. you and abby count down and throw the snowball at mike, causing him to tumble over. it covers most of his body, his face covered in snow now. “we won!” you exclaim, high-fiving abby.

“alright, nice play guys. next time i’ll get you,” he says, dusting himself off.

“we’ll see about that,” you grin.

you three make the rest of the snowman, using a carrot for his nose and blueberries for his eyes and smile. you grab your scarf and wrap it around his neck, mike grabbing a baseball hat from his closet and putting it on the snowman’s head.

“very nice,” mike remarks. “let’s go inside. i’m so cold,” abby says, running to the door.

“yeah, i’m going to take a shower,” mike says as you all step inside.

“me too,” abby says.

you and mike let abby shower first. mike showers after her and you make all of you hot chocolate and bake some cookies in the shape of christmas cutters.

you take a quick shower after mike, more so to warm you up than anything. you pull on one of mike’s sweaters and some pj pants. when you exit the bedroom, you find abby and mike building a fort over the tv.

“good idea, guys,” you say, grabbing your mug and sipping some hot cocoa.

“can we watch a movie?” abby asks. “of course,” you nod.

abby puts on a christmas movie, laying on her stomach in front of you two. mike is laying against the bottom of the couch with you in his arms.

“mm, i’m so sleepy,” you yawn, snuggling up to his chest. “that snowball fight wear you down?” mike asks.

“unfortunately, yes. i’m surprised you’re not snoring already.”

“i do not snore.”

“oh, yes you do.”

“well, you sing in your sleep.”

“you’re making that up,” you laugh. he shakes his head. “the other night you were singing ‘crazy train’ or something.”

“that is…” you breathe out, “a lie.”

“i’ll record you next time, how about that?”

“okay. prepare to be wrong.”

he chuckles and kisses your forehead, hugging you tighter. “i love you.”

you hum and smile, reaching up and kissing his lips. “i love you more.”

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calltomuster · 2 years

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Disabilities exist in Star Wars. Period.

This post is dedicated to certain specific people who say they are not be able to reconcile service animals in Star Wars, especially Jedi, since the Force and technology exist. These people seemingly have never seen Star Wars, where disabilities not only exist but feature prominently in many cases — yes, even in Jedi. So let us prove them definitively wrong here.

From the very beginning, disabilities have existed in Star Wars. In fact, one could argue a feature of a disability is one of the most iconic things about Star Wars. Even people who aren't Star Wars fans, or who haven't seen the movies at all, know the sound of Darth Vader's breathing. Darth Vader -- Anakin Skywalker -- is unable to breathe on his own and needs to be constantly hooked up to a life-support system simply to stay alive. This in itself is an answer to the argument that the Force compensates for everything. Perhaps you might want to say it is the Force that lets him stay alive beyond what would kill someone else, but still it cannot take the place of functional lungs, or grow back missing limbs, etc. Anakin Skywalker is one of the most powerful Force-sensitives to have ever lived, and yet he can still be disabled and need assistance. (Also, because sometimes I see people making the argument that because of all the pain that Anakin is in, he should be forgiven for his actions, let me say this: Anakin Skywalker can be disabled and still be villainous and make choices that hurt untold billions of people. Being disabled does not absolve you of your bad decisions. Disabled people are people too, and all people make choices and that is what determines the kind of person they are. But that's another post.)

Another example of the Force not compensating for everything is Yoda. We see Yoda using mobility aids multiple times throughout the OT and the PT, from a cane to a hoverchair. He is known as one of the wisest and most powerful Jedi ever, and yet he still uses mobility aids. "Yeah, well," you say, "he still fights with his lightsaber and does all those flips, so that doesn't count." This is the same stupid argument that people make against ambulatory wheelchair users. Needing to use a mobility aid does not mean you need to use it all the time. Total paralysis is not the only thing that makes people need to use wheelchairs or similar mobility aids. Often, people are technically capable of walking or moving around or even fighting and doing backflips in Yoda’s case, but the amount of pain and decreased function that such actions would cause are not worth it except for short amounts of time or in dire circumstances. This does not make them less disabled, or mean that they are faking it.

“Must be a Jedi thing,” you say. What about Chirrut Îmwe or Kanan Jarrus, who are both blind (or become so). The Force does not give them their sight back (aside from a certain final scene in Rebels). “It’s only for Force-sensitives, then,” you try next. Try looking at Saw Gerrera, who needs oxygen assistance and wears a pressurized suit over his body. Or how about 99, a disabled clone who helps in brothers and is commended as “a true soldier” upon his death? The clones are excellent examples, for that matter. Wolffe is missing an eye, Gregor has a traumatic brain injury, Echo uses extensive cybernetics to function, among many others.

Maybe still you want to argue that sure, someone might have a limb chopped off or whatever, but technology has come so far in Star Wars that they're not really disabled. Hear me now when I say: having accommodations that help you function in everyday life does not erase a disability. Go back and read that a few times if you need to, because it’s important.

Now, to be clear, I’m not at all saying Star Wars always has amazing disability representation. I know that’s not the case in many, many regards, and I will link below references that discuss it in more detail. But to say that something like a service animal does not belong in Star Wars is, frankly, extremely idiotic and ableist and ignores the long history of disability in the GFFA. Disabled people have always existed in Star Wars and other sci-fi/fantasy media and they always will.

Further reading and other perspectives:

Disability in Star Wars

Blind Warriors, Supercrips, and Techno-Marvels: Challenging Depictions of Disability in Star Wars

How Star Wars: The Bad Batch delivers the disability representation the franchise needed

Twisted and Evil: Ableism in Star Wars

This post was written largely in response to a comment left on a fic in the Service Animal Boga AU, so if you would like to read fics about disabled Obi-Wan with a service animal, please consider supporting us there. :)

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yayeetsonny · 3 months

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One can only take so much… before they break

(Alex Morgan X OC)

Hi, yes i know i’ve been away for a very long time, but I wanted to give this writing thing another shot to see if I still had anything left in the tank. Hopefully this isn’t the most dreadful thing you’ve ever read. So sorry if it is. Please be advised this one deals with some very strong emotions and topics. Implied mental abuse, Suicidal ideation and just overall sadness and anxiety. This will be a multi parter as my fingers got away from me lol.

This one is 99% Alex x OC, although the character’s name is never dropped as I wasn’t sure if I was going to make this an x reader fic or not. If anyone has any name suggestions at the end I’m all ears. And future parts will definitely be more USWNT x OC

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Everything is your fault. It always is. Why can’t you do anything right?! It all fell apart because of you! You know that, and so do they. They hate you for it. Your own mother won’t even talk to you.

“Hey, kid… Kid?…Dude!” I was so lost in thought I didn’t even hear one of my teammates calling out to me.

“Huh? What?” I looked up to see Alex looking down at me worriedly.

“Are you okay little duck?” She said squatting down so she was eye level with me. She put her hand on my cheek rubbing it softly raising an eyebrow when i didn’t say anything immediately.

“Hmm? Oh yeah, I’m fine.” I said softly, making a poor attempt at a smile but I’m fairly certain it came across as a grimace instead. I looked down and refused to look back up even though I could feel Alex trying to get me to look at her.

“Hey… what is it?” She said moving her head so she could look into my eyes, which at this point were watering and I was doing my very best to force the tears away.

“I-It’s nothing… I-I’m fine.” I said, my voice breaking. I brought my hand up to rub my eyes and I stood up and tried to make a quick get away, but Alex wasn’t having it.

“Stop, what’s going on? What’s wrong?” She put her hands on my shoulders to try and stop me from leaving but I pushed her off and started to walk away.

“I said I’m fine, just drop it Alex. Please.” I gave up trying to stop the tears, they were freely flowing now and i let out a sob as I broke into a full sprint when I heard her starting to follow me, calling out to me. I ran passed several of our fellow national team, teammates who were watching everything unfold.

I beat her to the locker room, grabbed my stuff and made a mad dash to my car, getting in and attempting to regulate my breathing. The tears were still coming in full force, sobs racked my body as I tried and failed to calm myself down. How pathetic is this? Crying like a big baby, because your mommy made you sad? I really am weak aren’t I? No that’s not true. The girls always tell me I’m strong and that I’m their brave big girl. Yeah it’s a bit baby-ish but it gets the point across. I wrestled with my own thoughts and was so engrossed in arguing with myself that i didn’t even realize I made it back to my apartment already. I also didn’t hear my phone ringing incessantly while I drove. I hesitated a bit seeing as it was Alex, probably trying to figure out where i went. It almost went to voicemail before i decided to answer.

“Hello” my voice was raw from all the crying I did, but I sounded more tired than distraught now.

“Baby, where did you go? What happened back there? Why did you run away? Please talk to me. I’m worried about you.” She said all in one breath, I bit my lip contemplating my answer. Then i took a deep breath and decided to just bite the bullet and be at least partially truthful.

“I… um, I was going thru a-a lot during the break between camps, I mean I guess I still am going thru a lot right now, given my very apparent meltdown earlier. I-I’m sorry Alex, I’m so sorry. Please forgive me. I won’t do it again, I swear.” My damn voice started breaking again as the tears started back up.

“Hey, hey, hey… little one, please breathe, you’re okay. You have nothing to be sorry for. Take deep, slow breaths, in and out.” she said gently, guiding me thru some breathing exercises until my breathing was less erratic. “Can you tell me where you are please? I’m going to come get you and we’ll talk this through and maybe we can order a pizza and watch movies, what do you say?” She asked, I could tell she was trying to remain calm but I could hear her voice quiver just slightly. She was scared, and rightfully so, this isn’t the first time I’d run off and usually when i did, I became self destructive at worst and let myself rot in bed for a week at best.

“I’m at the apartment.” I said and she let out a sigh of relief on the other end of the line.

“Okay good. I’m on my way, be there in 10. Stay there, please.”

I took one last deep breath before I got out of the car and made my way inside. I intended to sit on the couch and wait for her to get home but then the more i thought about having to talk to Alex about what’s been going on the more anxious i became. I started pacing and started mumbling to myself about what i was going to say and how I was going to say it. I wanted to let Alex in but I knew if I wasn’t careful I would let her in too much and I wasn’t ready for that. Being 17 and all my ability to regulate my emotions and understand them wasn’t the best as I’m sure you’ve already figured out.

10 minutes went by quickly and Alex was there before i knew it. She quickly made her way inside and dropped her bag by the door, coming up to me and taking me by the shoulders again to get me to stop pacing.

“Stop, please. You’re spiraling, what’s going on?”

“I just have a lot on my mind.”

“Like what? Is it your family? Soccer?”

“Family.” I mumbled, attempting to yank myself out of her grasp but she just wrapped her arms around my torso tightly so i couldn’t run away. “Let go Alex I can’t do this. Please let go.” I kept fighting against her hold but she wasn’t relenting, and while i would’ve denied it in the moment, I needed that.

“Shh, shh bub, just relax. I’ve got you. I’m here now it’s all gonna be okay, okay? I promise. Please just let me help you.” She said softly and I finally just allowed her to fully pull me against her chest, she relaxed her grip just slightly moving one of her hands to the back of my head, stroking my hair softly, resting her chin on the top of my head. “You’re okay, you’re safe now.” She whispered, and she continued to mumble reassurances to me as she rocked me in her arms slightly.

“Do we have to talk about this?” I mumbled.

“Yeah kid unfortunately we do. You know the rules when you decide to run away like you did earlier.” She kissed my head before picking me up with ease and moving us to the couch. She kept her hold on me and let me curl up into her lap, I tucked my head in the crook of her neck.

“I don’t want to.” I attempted to say firmly but it came out as a whine.

“Remember what I said? It’ll all be okay. I know this is scary but I’m not going anywhere and anything you tell me isn’t going to scare me away. I promise you. You’re my brave big girl, hmm?”

“I’m 17, you know?” I said in an attempt to seem tough.

“And that’s why i said you’re a big girl. But you’re still the baby on the team and little one to me.” She said chuckling softly. “You can do this.” she said after a moment rubbing my arm gently.

“I can do this.” I repeated to myself. I moved myself out of the safety of Alex’s arms slightly, putting some distance between us and turning to fully face her, steeling myself for the tough conversation ahead. I’m a very sensitive and emotional person so these conversations always make me cry no matter how much I try to stop it.

Do you want me to call the rest of the girls? Is this something they should know about too?”

“Too many people. Not ready, I think it’s better if I tell you everything first and then maybe only tell them the gist of it after.”

“Okay, then that’s what we’ll do. Whenever you’re ready.”

“I guess I’ll start at the beginning. So you know how in between camps and during off season I go home to be with my family? Well I went and everything fell apart, and it’s all my fault. Just like everything always is.”

“Hey, no don’t say that.” She cut me off, she hates when i am self deprecating.

“Its true though. I fucked everything up. You know how my brother and I work at the same place right? Well and you know how my shift is closing? So I work 1-10pm? Which my mom hates.” She nodded her head as I was talking to let me know she was following along. “Well one night it was bad… The weather was horrendous because in my hometown we get a lot of snow. A-and so one of the days I worked I was one of the f-few people to show up and, when everything was all said and done there was a huge mess left behind from the disaster of a day we had….” I was beginning to become emotional just thinking about what had happened that night, and i hated that it still made me feel such strong emotions.

“It’s okay, do you want to keep going?” Alex asked me softly, stroking the back of my head softly. she knew sometimes that talking about things was hard for me and that i needed to take breaks in order to get the whole story out.

“Yes i need to. I can do it.” I said determinedly. Blinking away the tears.

“Anyways, it was a mess and being a “Back up Team lead” sometimes i made a decision to send everyone else home and clean up. And since my brother worked on overnights I called him and asked him to come help me clean up so that i could go home at a semi-reasonable time. He came over to help but when they wanted to send him back to his normal area he refused and he s-started arguing with his boss about how he was going to choose family over his job at the moment and they d-didn’t like that so they sent him home for the night, and he didn’t have a car so he called my mom to pick him up…” I stopped to catch my breath as i realize I hadn’t been breathing

“Shh, easy baby, nice, slow deep breaths, you’re doing so good.” She said. I hadn’t been looking at Alex very much this whole time but when I finally did I could see unshed tears in her eyes. I knew it was hard for her any time i was upset or emotional in a negative way. She gently wiped away the tears that made their way down my cheeks.

“My mom came to get him, and then she called me, and she was angry, she demanded I come home so I did and when I got there she told me she had a lot of opinions about what happened but she was just going to keep her mouth shut. She told me to get out of her sight so I did. She wouldn’t even look at me. Just like that I was transported back to when I was a little kid and she would get angry and she would just tell me she didn’t want to look at me. It felt like a knife to the chest. I didn’t understand what i did to upset her so much and I knew she wouldn’t tell me. All part of her “healing process.” I said bitterly.

“Fast forward to the next morning, I woke up to the news my brother had been fired. I called him to apologize and I asked him what our mom said to him and he said that she blames me for him getting fired. She said I should have known better. I knew how much he needed that job.” My hands were shaking and my breathing was ragged as I played with the strings of my hoodie.

“That wasn’t your fault, you have to know that.”

“Yes it was. It is. He hasn’t found a job since and he-he’s struggling again. You remember what happened last time he was struggling don’t you? I can’t do that again, I can’t! Everything he does, every decision he makes that’s not good is my fault. My mom wants me to be “an example” for him but he’s older! How fucking twisted is that?! Why are things never his fault?!” I yelled standing up suddenly startling Alex.

“Okay, okay let’s take a break hmm?” Alex stood up holding up her hands to show me she meant no harm.

“No! You don’t get it! Everything is my fault! My own mother thinks so! I know he’s struggling but can’t she see I’m struggling too?! ” I threw a plastic cup that was on the table across the room.

“Stop. Now. We don’t throw things when we’re upset, do you understand?” Alex said sternly.

My lip wobbled as I started crying again. “I’ve spent the last 4 years trying my very best to hold my family together through everything we’ve been thru. I got my brother the job working where i do and now I’m the reason he lost it. And now he and his girlfriend risk being homeless because she doesn’t have a job either. And if they lose their apartment they move back home with my mom, which means I’ll probably have to move back to be there with her because I can’t just leave her there by herself with them. It wouldn’t be fair. Which in turn means I’ll have to put my life on hold. The life I finally made for myself.”

I’m so tired of being emotional exhausted. I can’t keep doing this. I don’t even want to be alive anymore.”

“Woah, hold on… what do you mean by that?” Alex’s eyes widened as she processed what i said.

“I mean what I just said I don’t want to be alive anymore okay? I want the pain to stop. I need it to stop.”

The silence that followed was long and tense. I immediately regretted saying what i said. But realized i couldn’t walk it back. Alex finally took a deep breath and began speaking again.

“How long have you been feeling this way? Do you- Do you have a plan?” She asked quietly, her voice breaking as she did.

“No I don’t have a plan, I just sometimes think about how much easier it would be if I wasn’t here anymore. And sometimes I think about hurting myself but i haven’t acted on it. And i’ve been feeling this way since last year, when my mom and i got into that big blowout fight at Thanksgiving. You know she didn’t even want me moving out here? She’s never really let that fight go.” I laughed hollowly.

“Thank you for telling me, and being honest with me. I know that wasn’t easy. Why didn’t your mom want you to move out here?”

“She thinks you and the girls have too much of an influence over me. She thinks you guys are “changing” me. She threatened to force me to quit playing soccer all together.”

“What? Why didn’t you ever tell me any of this?”

“It didn’t seem relevant.”

“Didn’t seem relevant?! How’s that? If i had known that I would’ve just had you move out here permanently!”

“Alex…”

“No I’m serious! I understand you’re still 17 but you’re out of high school and you should be able to decide your own path.

“I’ve been trying, but the situation with my brother gives her more reason to say i should just quit playing.

Alex goes quietly again and I can tell she’s thinking. I can tell she’s angry. She has never really liked my mom and visa versa, their relationship is courteous at best.

“I think sometimes you forget that you’re still a kid. I know that you have had a lot put on your shoulders and that a lot is expected of you, but your brothers choices that night are not your fault and I’m sorry he’s having a hard time and he might have to move back home, which yes will be hard for your mom but that doesn’t mean that you have to give up your life for them. They will be okay. I promise you.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Yes i do, you wanna know how I know?” She said and I nodded meekly.

“I know because your brother is strong, and so is your mom. And while i’ve never met her I’m sure his girlfriend is too. You don’t have to hold anyone else up but yourself. Not anymore. Their emotions and their… predicaments are not yours to try and fix. i don’t want you going home for a while okay? It’s clear that it’s taking a toll on you and to be frank, This is your home. Here with me, With the other girls. We have you okay? And we will never leave you. Ever.”

I turned away from her and tried to calm myself completely. I was so over all the crying and I bet you are too.

“You’re probably so sick of me crying.” I said chuckling quietly. Alex Vehemently shook her head and wrapped her arms around me, kissing my head.

“Not at all, you needed to get it out. it’s never good to hold it all in like you did, you know that.”

“I know, I just…”

“Have a hard time letting yourself be vulnerable. I know love. I know. So here’s what we’re going to do. I think writing your thoughts out might help what do you think?”

“Maybe…” i said hesitantly.

“Don’t worry no one else will read it but you. And the only way anyone will ever know anything you write down is if you tell them. And I know you going home for part of the year is to help you be able to pay your half of the rent but don’t worry about it okay? I will cover any excess we have from the missing income okay? I meant it when I said your home was here with me.”

“Alex you don’t have to-….”

“Yes i do. You’re very important to me, and I care about you and the things you need. And right now you need a bit of a break.”

“Thank you. That means a lot.”

“Anything for you kid. Now listen I also want you to really consider talking to a therapist or a mental health professional about how you’ve been feeling okay? I won’t force you but I think you might benefit from it. And please talk to me, or one of the other girls if you feel like hurting yourself. I don’t want you to think you have to go thru that alone okay?”

“Okay i will.” She’s right, it’s probably about time i go to therapy, I’m still hesitant as sharing my feelings and the things i keep inside has never been my strong suit.

“Now, how about you go take a warm shower to calm down a bit more, I’ll order some pizzas and get the girls over here?”

“I’d like that.” I smiled softly and headed upstairs to do as she suggested.

About an hour later I was showered, comfy and sitting on the couch sandwiched between Alex and Christen. A “Chrislex” sandwich if you will. Tobin was on Christen’s left, Mal, Sam, Kristie, Rose and the rest of the team were laying as close to me as they could get and spread out through out the living room. Pizza was also spread out through the room as people shared with one another. We had Moana on as the girls said I could pick and that’s my go to movie. I was so focused on the movie i almost didn’t notice my phone buzzing at my side. I looked at the text that came thru and my heart dropped as I realized who it was from… My mom.

“You need to come home.”

Is all it said. My hands instantly started shaking and I had that panicking feeling rising in my chest again. Alex looked over at me curiously and I forced the fakest smile i could muster onto my face. I’m in deep shit now…

To Be Continued…

There will be a part 2 and the rest of the team will be in that one more, promise. Please let me know what you think!

#uswnt imagines #uswnt #christen press #uswnt x reader #imagines #writing #alex morgan #uswnt x original character #alex morgan x orginal character

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callmewrinkles3 · 1 year

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Deuxmoi Submissions, 2019

January

Spotted: Daniel Ricciardo and a brunette boarding a flight from Perth to London.

February

Name: F1 Fan

Email: [email protected]

Subject: curls get the girls

Message: I was one of the first in the room for the Renault F1 car launch this year, Daniel Ricciardo definitely has a new girlfriend. He spent the first ten minutes with his arm around a short brunette while she kept telling him to pay attention. Nico Hulkenberg didn’t look impressed.

March

Spotted: rumours are true!! The same brunette from Monaco last year was at the Australian GP and spent the weekend with DR3’s family. Saw her talking to his parents while holding his nephew in her arms.

April

Spotted: Daniel Ricciardo doing a boat tour around Shanghai? He was staring more at the woman beside him though.

Spotted: Daniel Ricciardo making out with someone at Coachella weekend two. They left before Kanye came on stage.

May

Name: Carb loading

Email: [email protected]

Subject: Lady and the Tramp

Message: Daniel Ricciardo and a cute woman doing a real life lady and the tramp in a tiny trattoria outside Ventimiglia in Italy. She couldn’t stop grinning and he looked at her like the sun was shining from her. Maybe I believe in love again?

June

Spotted: Daniel Ricciardo and his girlfriend (we’re calling her that, right?) walking around Toulon the week before the French GP. No PDA but very cute.

July

Spotted: Soho House in London, Daniel Ricciardo and a group of friends (his trainer, Scotty James, a couple of others) at the bar for Dan’s birthday. His girlfriend was beside him, and if they want to keep it low key a hand in her back pocket isn’t the way to do it!!

August

Spotted: Daniel Ricciardo and his girlfriend on Splash Mountain. His family were waiting for them to get off the ride, big hugs for both of them.

Spotted: I’m 99% sure I just saw Daniel Ricciardo propose to his girlfriend in Vegas? With Charles LeClerc there? I can’t even tell if it was a joke or not tbh but they were wasted.

Name: Desert Girlie

Email: [email protected]

Subject: F1 does Vegas

Message: Can confirm Daniel Ricciardo and Charles LeClerc are/were in Vegas with Dan’s girlfriend. The “proposal” happened but was a joke, they were all drunk and Charles said “yeah, because the two of you will get married.” So Dan dropped to one knee. She said no while laughing.

The three of them ended up in the club I do promo for and tipped REALLY well, the bartenders didn’t recognise them and were surprised. A couple of guys tried to flirt with the girlfriend (Em? I think?) but Dan’s arm was around her the entire time.

September

Spotted: Daniel Ricciardo and his girlfriend Em walking around Milan together after Monza. Super low key, saw them get turned away from a full restaurant and there was no fuss. Just held hands and found a new place to eat.

October

Name: Cherry Blossom

Email: [email protected]

Subject: ADORABLE

Topic: Daniel Ricciardo and Em stayed in Japan an extra couple of nights, saw them walking through the main train station in Japan to get a train to Tokyo. She had a jigglypuff plushy in her arms.

November

Spotted: DannyRic has a jealous girlfriend! A fan started talking to him in a bar in Austin and she wouldn’t keep her hands off him. It was insane.

Spotted: about DannyRic and Em - I was beside them at the bar when that happened, the “fan” knew who he was and wanted more than just an autograph. He kept his hand on his girlfriend the whole time.

December

Name: tired traveller

Email: [email protected]

Subject: adorable

Message: arrived into Perth airport at the same time Daniel Ricciardo and his girlfriend did and oh my god the cuteness. His toddler nephew was there to meet him with family, and he ran across arrivals yelling “AUNTIE EMMY!” It’s so obvious how much his family loves her too, we stan a couple who make an effort with each others families.

#daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo oneshot #f1 imagine #f1 oneshot #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 oneshot #formula one imagine #formula one fanfic #ciwyw media #call it what you want fic

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lovers-tucked-into-a-quiet-cafe · 6 months

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MW3 Thoughts VAGUE/NO SPOILERS

I just finished the campaign and I am, to put simply, confused. I was actually drafting my original chatty type of post and semi-watching the cutscene when I got the ‘complete the campaign’ achievement and felt my jaw physically drop cuz wtf? It felt so abrupt. Not even just for that character but also the storyline in general. Maybe the reg release is longer?? Idk

My og post draft:

So I got to the train mission… all I’m saying is NOTHING in this game is changing my current fic draft cuz I did NOT write over 42 pages of pre-established character x reader for this stupid game to do this to me.

And that is true! Ig it’s just gonna be a little sappier and more indulgent now that I know what’s canon, though I am NOT killing anyone off cuz fuck you.

I literally spent weeks writing this fic and thought ‘oh perfect, I’ve got some more content to flush out the story and characters by adding the events of MW3. It can’t change the fic plot that much.’

Yeah. So anyways. If you’ve played the prerelease of the MW3 campaign you know the pre-established relationship in this fic I’m writing. It’s poly!141 anyways tho so fun fun fun!

I’m going to have to spend a good week or two re-figuring out the timeline of events because I’m 99% sure the game messed up the timeline lol (that or Johnny and Ghost had met pre-MW2? But then their scenes together don’t really make sense in either game? Idfk)

Buuuuuut once that’s figured out I can post the chapters I already have earlier than planned cuz I already have some REALLY sappy loveydovey writing for that character and I think it’s needed rn. They’re decently long (usually 2-5k) and I’m p proud of them :,)

We’ll see ig. Post-game ramble over :,(

Oh and ofc can’t forget to mention how Price looked so good in those end cutscenes. Absolutely scrumptious. Delectable. Muah

Edit: okay so I’ve been doing some thinking… I’m still not killing off that character in my fic lol no not happening. BUT. I like the direction I can go with this for the rest of the characters. Hmmmmmmmm

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zoeykallus · 2 years

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Not the type to do request but I’m doing it anyways b/c, why not?

So, Y/n (or whatever you want to call her) and Crosshair (or any clone) slept together, sort of a fling as Y/n doesn’t think much of it thinking Crosshair just needed his system out of him. But when being flirted by some dude at 79’s only to he dragged off by the arm by him and dragged them to somewhere and is obviously jealous of this (I don’t mind me of feral mode) and let there be… SMUT…

Requesting people are a type? ^^'

Ooooh jealous Crosshair is a little scary, I think... So Y/N or whatever is a female, 'cause you didn't say otherwise :) I like the idea, got a scenario in my head already.

Crosshair x Fem!Reader Smut Oneshot – Under The Surface

Warnings: Smut/18+/Sexual Themes/Jealousy/Hurt/Angst/Dub-Con/Finger Kink/Soft Chocking/Dominant Crosshair

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After a hot fling with Crosshair, you find yourself regreting it was a one time thing. Crosshair on the other hand seems to be fine with that. However, when you are approached by another clone at 79's, he seems to have second thoughts.

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You had spent a night with Crosshair. It had been hot, wild and intense. Better than anything you had ever experienced sexually. But it was only a one-time thing. You knew that before. Still, you think of him often and whenever you see him in 79's, your heart beats faster. Especially when he gives you a cheeky wink. However, right after that your chest tightens and you feel like you can't breathe when he puts his arm around another girl and gives her all kinds of attention.

Today is another one of those days. You look away strained and clutch your cocktail glass with one hand as if you had to hold onto it to keep from falling off the barstool. You are annoyed at yourself, at the fact that you let him upset you so much. Again and again you feel attracted to guys who don't see more in you than a means to an end. One or even two nights of fun.

Crosshair seems to be no different. Actually, it wasn't bad, you think to yourself, it was consensual, it was great. An experience you don't want to miss. But this heavy feeling that you now carry around with you, you could do without that. Of course you don't let on anything, neither in front of him nor in front of your friends or his brothers.

You still greet each other when you run into each other. Now and then you flirt, but nothing more happens. Meanwhile you stay away from him as good as you can, more or less. You can really do without seeing him flirting with other girls who unabashedly throw themselves at him and how he enjoys the attention.

You sit there on the bar stool at the bar and tell yourself that you didn't put on your nicest short dress because Crosshair is into it, but because you feel sexy in it. Unfortunately, this is neither true nor a lie. Both are true. And you also feel his gaze on you again and again. His gaze is so intense that it seems like a touch, even though you just turned your back to him and you know that a pretty Twi'lek female is sitting in his left arm next to him at one of the tables with benches.

The thought of her nestled against his side makes you furious, but you still remain outwardly calm.

You almost flinch in fright as a voice to your right snaps you out of your gloomy thoughts.

"Alone tonight? Arent you usually with the guys of Clone Force 99?"

You look up at the clone standing next to you. An ARC Trooper, you don't know him by name, but you think you've seen him before. You didn't know the color of his unit, though. Midnight purple and black.

He has combed back hair, longer on the top, shaved on the sides and neck. Around his neck coiled a tattoo of an arrak snake.

"I work with them sometimes", you answer quietly, not sure what to expect.

"I'm Arrak", he says and holds out his hand to you.

You shake his hand and ask, "Like the snake on your tattoo?"

He smiles, a beautiful smile. Somehow there's something about this clone that you like right away.

"Yeah, right. Got the name when we were stationed on Ithor and we were camping in the woods. One of those snakes crawled around my neck in the night and almost strangled me"

"Oh, dear," you say, startled.

He laughs heartily, "Yeah sounds scary doesn't it? It was. But I killed it with my vibro knife. The skin is armored but they have a weak spot under the chin. I actually just found that out by accident."

A tingle travels down your spine. You know Crosshair is looking your way again.

"May I join you?"

"Be my guest"

Arrak is funny, smart, cute. He gives you sweet compliments, he seems honest, unobtrusive and yet he is obviously flirting with you. He likes you, you feel it immediately.

By now you feel as if the tingling sensation on your back has turned into a burning sensation.

Both of you are already a little buzzed, not really drunk, but in a good mood. Again and again he touches as if by chance, your arm, your hand, his knee touches yours. He leans close to you when he says something, partly to drown out the music, but you know it's more.

Your flirtation is more intense by now, and it's easily recognizable to the outside world. You don't care, why should you? Crosshair, did a lot of things you probably didn't want to know about since you ended up in bed together. After all, he's sitting there unabashedly with the Twi'lek girl in his arms.

But then something unexpected happens. Someone grabs your arm, not exactly very gently. You look up and see Crosshair's stony expression. What the hell is going on now?

"Hey, buddy, how about you keep your fingers to yourself?" Arrak grumbles.

He doesn't like how roughly Crosshair touches you, and he certainly doesn't like that he has the gall to do it while Arrak is flirting with you.

" Buddy," Crosshair growls, spitting his toothpick on the ground, "sorry to disappoint you, but this girl is already taken."

Arrak blinks, not sure what's going on. He looks at you and asks, "Is this guy bothering you? Do you want me to intervene?"

He can't place what's happening right now.

You shake your head, "No it's fine. I think I'll be fine."

Crosshair pulls you off the barstool and with him out of the main room of the bar, into the hallway that leads to the refreshers. You don't say a word, neither does he, until he breaks open a storage room and pushes you in front of him into the room. The space is cramped. One table, a few shelves crammed with cleaning supplies, spare light bulbs and the like.

"What the hell do you want from me? Make it quick I want to get back to the bar"

"To the reg?" he grumbles.

You shrug your shoulders.

"So what? What's it to you? Why don't you go back to your Twi'lek bitch?"

He sighs, pressing you against the table and pushing you down onto the tabletop, his thighs so quickly between yours that you can't really respond.

"I don't want her," he growls.

"Didn't look like it, though. The last few days you've had a lot of different girls hanging on your arm"

His face comes closer and as you back away with your torso, you feel one of the shelves in your back.

"Didn't end up in bed with any of them though".

You snort, "Sure"

"That's the truth"

"Led them around pretty proudly though".

His lips brush your cheek as he says, "I thought this might be a one time thing between us. By now, though, I think it can't be. You're not like the others"

"You're just jealous because you saw me with someone else, that's all it is" you say softly.

He growls softly, "That may be partly true, but it's not the only reason we're here now"

The fingers of his right hand graze your thigh, pushing your skirt up and moving between your legs. He knows how much you love his long finger. His fingers ghost over the fabric of your panties over your pussy. You bite your lower lip as he touches the small wet spot already spreading there.

You hear the smirk in his voice.

"You can't resist my fingers".

He exerts a little pressure, lets his fingers circle over your clit, presses another finger on the wet spot. You feel how everything in you is already tense in aroused anticipation. You don't want to contradict him, you don't want him to stop. But you don't know what to make of the whole thing.

His mouth sucks on your neck, right over your pulse, at the same moment his hand reaches into your panties. You let out a low whimper and your hips automatically thrust towards him. Crosshair emits a satisfied hum.

Your fingers claw at the armor plates on his shoulders, your nails scraping audibly across them. As two of his fingers find your wet opening and penetrate you, you cling to him with a groan. His thumb stays on your clit and massages while he fingers your pussy, his lips on your neck. You can't believe you're being finger fucked in a closet of the 79's. But you don't feel like refusing his attention at all.

His lips drive hard on yours, swallowing a moan that wants to escape you. He kisses you intensely, his tongue chasing yours. Your thighs begin to tremble and his fingers quicken. Your hands cling almost desperately to his armor. You tremble and twitch under his touch, your arousal dripping onto the table you are sitting on. The intensity peaks, your pussy tightens around his fingers and you gasp, the moan catching in your throat.

Crosshair withdraws his fingers from you, his lips leave yours and you watch him lick his fingers clean. Nimbly he has removed his codpiece, it lands on the floor with a soft thump. He pulls his blacks down a bit and he frees his hard length that plops out from behind the fabric. His hands grab your hips and pull your lap closer to the edge of the table. He immediately lines up his pre-cum leaking cock on your wet heat and penetrates you.

A small cry comes from your lips as he immediately enters you and begins thrusting into you. One hand lands on your neck. He squeezes very lightly, not really painful or dangerous but enough to make you feel his dominance. The other slides between your thighs and finds your swollen clit again.

You can't help it, your mind still swimming in the arousal of the last orgasm. You clench your legs around him, your abdomen tenses and you whimper and roll your eyes back as his fingers dance wildly over your clit again while his cock splits your pussy.

He gasps and growls, his teeth clenched. He's feral. The way he fucks you is rougher than last time almost furious. What you don't know is that he's angry at himself, at wanting you and no one else, at you flirting with that Arrak and at him caring.

As you wince and whimper, he immediately slows, his hand on your neck loosening. He leans his forehead against yours.

"Sorry. To rough?"

His voice is unusually soft.

"A little. It's okay."

He kisses your forehead, his rhythm slower than before but still intense. His breathing becomes heavier and you feel his thighs begin to tremble. The thought of him cumming inside you at any moment drives your arousal to the edge as well.

You whimper, "I'm close, very close."

A rumble comes deep from his chest. His thrusts become erratic, shaky. A half-whimpered moan comes from his lips, a very unfamiliar sound. You tip over the edge, your pussy twitching around his cuming cock, your orgasm rolling from the top of your head to your toes with an intensive tingle, eliciting a deep sigh.

Breathing heavily, Crosshair leans his forehead against yours again. Neither of you says a word. Wordlessly, Crosshair reaches for a pack of paper towels that is on one of the shelves, he cleans himself up and helps you get clean. When you get up from the table, your legs are all shaky. He holds you carefully so you don't fall over while you put your panties back on.

"Wait a minute, I'll see if the coast is clear."

You nod and watch him leave the room, leaving the door ajar behind him. You wait. A minute passes, a second minute passes. You get nervous. Did he just leave you standing there? Had you really fallen for him again? Five minutes pass. You feel stupid standing around in the closet waiting, especially since you think he's not coming back.

With shaky fingers you reach for the door, open it and look into the hallway, no one to be seen, not even Crosshair. You feel a burning behind your eyes, a lump in your throat, and you know you're going to cry at any moment. You feel deeply hurt. You are about to head for the back exit when you hear the door of the refresher open. Crosshair is coming down the hall towards you.

"Sorry," he grumbles, "peeing after sex is.... complicated."

He sees the look on your face and frowns.

"What's wrong with you? You look like you're about to cry"

You can't help it, you're so relieved you laugh out loud.

"Haha, very funny," he says dryly, "Come on. Let's take a cab together?"

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

@rintheemolion

@andyoufollowyourheart @clone-whore-99

@brynhildrmimi @kaliel2310

@misogirl828 @tech-deck

@meshla-madalene

@chxpsi

@thebahdbitch

@nahoney22 @ladykatakuri

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pseudowho · 2 months

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hi haitch!! I’m making my way through your mlist rn and it’s soooo good, thank you for the food 🙏🏼 i have a Q for you ! I’m getting back into writing myself, but i feel like i don’t have any set approach to writing fic. do you mind sharing what your process is like? do you outline beforehand or just rawdog a first pass? or does it all just fall out on the page, fully formed? I’m curious how the master goes about it :)

Thank you so much as always 💕💕 but I'm no Master.

So from reading what other people put about their writing process, I think I'm a bit of an odd outlier.

I think overall I fit into the "fall out onto the page fully formed" type.

So for context:

I'm a pretty experienced imaginary world builder I think, like a lot of people here. I've been doing it as a means of escape since I was 6 or 7 years old. And the plot and details of my imaginary world had to be up to a scratch even then. It can't stay if it's not true to the plot, characters, etc.

I tell nobody about these worlds.

I'm an experienced academic writer and researcher, and I also run the first and second edits on my husband's books before he sends them on. I think words come fairly naturally to me.

Stories tend to come to me like movie scenes. I write them like I'm watching the movie in my head and typing down what I see, hear, feel, smell.

Once I know a character as a person, I can understand them enough to know what they're going to say in a given situation.

I tend to make my banners, descriptions, layouts, tags, etc. before I start writing. It makes the writing feel more 'complete' as I do it.

The actual writing process:

I only have a loose plot idea, if any, when I start.

See the movie-- write the movie.

I edit sentence by sentence. I try to catch any immediate typos. I see if it flows from one sentence to the next. I see if everyone is in the right location, if the pacing matches the scene, etc. I check to see that it sounds as I see it.

I tend to do it all in the evenings as I have little to no daytime to myself. I tend to do it in one sitting, maybe two for a very long piece.

I do it all on my phone, either directly into Tumblr drafts or a notepad app (which is also why I have no word counts).

I drink non-stop tea.

If I didn't read back once it's all done, it would be very similar to the final piece I put out. I don't tend to "draft". I just recheck for spelling, grammar and the occasional word choice.

I post 🏣

I delight in everyone's lovely responses. I often then reread my own fics, re-editing for typos which my friends on here sometimes point out for me too.

Another bit of context, in case anyone is interested; 99% sure I'm totally neurotypical. Was once described as 'disgustingly neurotypical' by my sister.

So, yeah. I hope that helps. But I feel like it probably won't. Saying "my first draft is basically what gets put out" feels like such a disgusting brag because I know people spend hours drafting and redrafting. It's why I wouldn't necessarily share that unless someone asked.

Love, as always,

-- Haitch xxx

#pseudowho answers you #pseudowho writes stuff #pseudowho

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listener-symphony · 2 months

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I’m bored and I have the power to randomly generate pairs and such, soo, making up random interactions with randomized pairs (plus one trio cuz there’s an odd number). Below the cut because it’s gonna be long (there’s a lot of characters!

(Also it’s okay if nobody has anything they want to send in as an ask but if you’re just being shy or worried I want you to know that 99% of the time askblogs would love to receive an ask and you’re not being a bother by doing it. Don’t know if anybody needed to hear that it’s just I personally always get worried that askblogs receive too many asks so I try not to send them but I’ve done ask series in the past so I know that usually they would love to get a single ask and if they DO have too many they would close the ask box or say something about it, so if they haven’t, you should always send something. That’s all, hope this doesn’t sound like I’m begging for asks I’m just trying to give genuine advice for interacting with askblogs lol)

Okay now to the randomized interactions!

LimL!Pearl: Oh! Hi Lizzie! How are you doing…?

SL!Lizzie: …

3L!Scar: She’s probably come to see her husband again.

LimL!Pearl: Oh right! I thought he usually goes to the cliff to visit her though…?

3L!Scar: Well, some nights she comes to make sure we aren’t all staying up late here in the desert…

*SL!Lizzie glares at 3L!Scar*

3L!Scar: …I’m always asleep at night Lizzie… you don’t need to look at me like that… I only know about you coming here some nights because- uh- UH-

LimL!Pearl: uh oh…

DL!Scott: hey Ren…

DL!Ren: oh, hello! What’s up?

DL!Scott: you’re a dog hybrid, right?

DL!Ren: yup! What about it?

DL!Scott: well, my Soulbound is one as well, so I was wondering if maybe you could explain why she’s been acting so… weird?

DL!Ren: …what kind of weird?

DL!Scott: you know… the way she’s been acting since we arrived here.

DL!Ren: …I don’t think that has anything to do with her being a wolf, honestly.

DL!Scott: okay, thanks anyway…

LimL!Jimmy: HALT! I’m stealing that sheep!

3L!Etho: no please! I managed to get it all the way here from the Ranch! I can’t let you double steal it!

LimL!Jimmy: …wait, you stole it?

3L!Etho: well, yeah, they’re the only ones with sheep. Singular. This is the only sheep. How did you not know that?

LimL!Jimmy: …and you stole it from the Ranchers?

3L!Etho: …yes…?

LimL!Jimmy: …you know what? I’ll help.

3L!Etho: :D

3L!Jimmy: So… you’ve had those crystals since the beginning, you said…

LL!Scott: … I don’t see why you care so much…

3L!Jimmy: Future Big Man Scott… I know what those crystals mean-

LL!Scott: I’m sorry I can’t have a serious and dramatic emotional conversation if you’re gonna call me that.

3L!Jimmy: Sorry!!! I don’t know what to call you!!! Scott’s my husband and you’re… not!

LL!Scott: ….. I don’t feel like talking about this right now. But, for future reference, I suppose you could call me… Stars?

3L!Jimmy: …Okay, Stars.

LL!Mumbo: So you mean to tell me, your version of me killed Scar?

SL!BigB: yup. And that’s why he’s not here. He swallowed him whole and he can never recover from that.

LL!Mumbo: he WHAT?! Okay, I gotta ask the other me if this is true…

SL!BigB: you can’t.

LL!Mumbo: why…?

SL!BigB: because when he ate Scar, Scar took over his brain, so he doesn’t remember anything.

LL!Mumbo: …I’m terrified.

LL!Scar: This wouldn’t be the first time you’ve asked me for a love crystal, you know.

DL!Martyn: wait, really? What did the other me want with one?

LL!Scar: no idea! Maybe to help his awful marriage or something. Actually, was Mumbo still alive at that point? Ah, the memories all blur together. Anyways! You’re gonna have to promise me something good in return.

DL!Martyn: But… I don’t have anything!

LL!Scar: Me neither! Thats why you have to promise me something.

DL!Martyn: wait, do you even have any crystals?

LL!Scar: hahaha… nope! Still waiting for Santa to give me that Crystal Making Kit for Christmas.

DL!Martyn: …you mean Symphony? Ugh, whatever, I’ll come back when you actually have crystals, I guess…

LL!Scar: don’t scoff at me when you don’t even have anything to pay with!!

LL!Tango: Are the rumors true? Are you actually… washed up?

LimL!Etho: man 😭

LL!Martyn: so… you won…

LimL!Martyn: yes. What about it?

LL!Martyn: …did they… are they… are you… happy?

LimL!Martyn: ….it was satisfying. What about you? How’s losing feel, loser?

LL!Martyn: …… rude. You’re quite rude for a giant scary… pirate.

LimL!Martyn: isn’t your name Fart or something?

LL!Martyn: listen dude I’m being incredibly vulnerable right now and you are not very nice about it. I’m leaving.

LimL!Martyn: don’t know what you expected. Especially when your name is Fart-

LL!Martyn: BYE!

Gem: Hey Skizz!

LL!Skizz: oh hey… Gem! Wow, you’re the only one of your kind…

Gem: my kind??

LL!Skizz: Gems! There’s like four Skizzles and only one Gem!

Gem: oh, yeah… honestly, it’s kind of scary, especially since it’s like nobody knows me except Secret Lifers…

LL!Skizz: aw, that’s sad! I’m sure you can fit in with the rest of us soon enough!

Gem: Aw, thanks Skizz!

3L!Skizz: Hey Impulse… The Impulse I know is up in Lonely Cliff, and I know he betrayed my guys, but I’m still kind of worried about him, you know? So I was wondering if you knew anything that could convince him to talk to us again…?

LL!Impulse: hm… maybe he wants to play some fun British games

3L!Skizz: …never mind…???

LL!Lizzie: so… you’re saying that your Joel is… a bad boy?

LimL!Grian: ……you can’t have him

LL!Lizzie: DARN!

SL!Scott: ohhhhh no please don’t do it please don’t-

SL!Jimmy: THE FLORIST SENDS HIS REGARDS!

SL!Scott: NO HE DOESN’T!!! HE HASN’T SPOKEN TO YOU!!! I SAW HIM!!!

SL!Martyn: *sniffsniff*

LL!Bdubs: WHY DOES EVERYONE ALWAYS SNIFF??

SL!Martyn: I can smell it… you have… relationship issues

LL!Bdubs: NO I DO NOT!!! ETHO AND I ARE VERY HAPPY!!! GET OUTTA HERE YOU MUTT!!!

3L!BigB: Dang it’s crazy that Dog Martyn can sniff out relationship issues

LL!Etho: huh? Where’d you hear that from?

3L!BigB: oh well he just did it to- uhh… UHHH…

SL!Skizz: ……. So you’re… with Top?

DL!Jimmy: …excuse me?

SL!Skizz: you know, Tango Top?

DL!Jimmy: …I think that’s between me and Tango-

LimL!Joel: WHY ARE YOU HUMAN?!

SL!Cleo: Why aren’t you?

LimL!Joel: …

LL!Pearl: So, if you had to choose between Gaslight, Gatekeep, and Girlboss which one would you be?

LimL!Scott: I’m thinking Girlboss. But I’d be… Gillboss.

LL!Pearl: … you’re nothing like the Scott I know…

LimL!Scott: ???? Well yeah, he’s not a fish…

3L!Ren: That ship you live in seems dangerous… wouldn’t you rather live in a castle in the Kingdom?

DL!Etho: You don’t even know the half of it, Ren… But also, I don’t think you want all the Shipwreckers in your Kingdom.

3L!Ren: …Yeah, okay, I admit I’m a little afraid of you Double Lifers.

SL!Mumbo: so we’re best friends for real now, since Secret Life is over right?

SL!Etho: ?? no

SL!Mumbo: 🥺😭

LL!BigB: you know, if your scary wife is too scary for you, you could always change your identity a little…

SL!Joel: nothing is too scary for me, especially not my scary wife.

LL!BigB: okay, but I’m just saying, she would never be looking for anyone named Jerry.

SL!Joel: …?

LimL!BigB: So… anything interesting going on in your life?

SL!Impulse: if I hit things with sticks it kind of works like drums

LimL!BigB: …so a no, then

LimL!Scar: Mom, how many divorces do you have to go through?!

DL!Cleo: wtf

LL!Cleo: So who in Lonely Cliff is Gaslight, who is Gatekeep, who is Girlboss?

DL!Grian: …I’d be Gatekeep, Impulse would be Gaslight, and Lizzie would be Girlboss. Now go away.

LL!Cleo: Okay… but I really think all you Loners should hang out more. Could be good for you.

DL!Grian: I said go away.

LL!Ren: Second place…?

LimL!Impulse: Second place.

LL!Ren: …congrats.

LimL!Impulse: …you too.

3L!Tango: …

LimL!Tango: …

3L!Tango: …what is up with the Jimmys

LimL!Tango: I know right?! They’re so obsessed with that other Tango!

3L!Tango: I just think it’s weird, are you jealous?

LimL!Tango: NO

3L!Bdubs: CAN YOU STOP FLYING UP TO MY WINDOW?!

DL!Scar: what’s the point in all these tall towers if nobody’s meant to fly up them?

3L!Bdubs: you’re the ONLY ONE WHO FLIES

DL!Scar: ahh, I see, jealous that I’m the only one who has figured it out.

3L!Bdubs: NO!!! Ugh, maybe it’s a Double Lifer thing…

LimL!Skizz: yup! He died first!

3L!Scott: wow… that’s four times in a row… I don’t know if I should tell him or not, honestly… I’m also not sure if it makes me feel better…?

LL!Jimmy: okay, I’ve caved. I’m here.

DL!Tango: oh hi! …what do you mean

LL!Jimmy: I’m here to see what all the fuss is about! Why do Jimmys keep coming here?!

DL!Tango: well, I guess they’re just curious about their soulmate…?

LL!Jimmy: okay but nobody is crowding that one Scott.

DL!Tango: because… Ranchers for Life.

SL!Pearl: maybe you can fill the Cleo shaped hole in my heart…

3L!Cleo: …I’m married

SL!Pearl: …that’s… not what I meant…

3L!Cleo: then PLEASE work on your wording. Also, TERRIBLE way to start a conversation.

DL!Bdubs: have you SEEN my version of you??

3L!Grian: well… yeah… he talked to me.

DL!Bdubs: REALLY? He’s been avoiding everyone though!

3L!Grian: he wanted to know what happened with me and Scar… it’s pretty sad to hear how things went for them in your world.

DL!Bdubs: oh yeah they died badly.

3L!Grian: …. in my world we killed you

DL!Bdubs: OUCH!

SL!Bdubs: you should change your wizard tower into a slide

LL!Joel: …what

DL!BigB: heyyy…

LL!Grian: hmm?

DL!BigB: you’re a Grian… I was wondering if you could explain anything about my Grian…

LL!Grian: probably not.

DL!BigB: dang, not even gonna try?

LL!Grian: nah, I have nothing to do with THAT drama.

SL!Tango: the Bdubs in my world calls Etho daddy too

LimL!Bdubs: ☹️

DL!Pearl: HEY!

3L!Impulse: AH.. oh.. you scared me!!

DL!Pearl: Hehee… anyways… I’m just worried about you Loners! If I hadn’t made up with my Soulmate, I’d be here too! I know how much it sucks. So, is there any way I can help?

3L!Impulse: …no. I don’t really fit in anywhere…

DL!Pearl: oh come on! I’m sure everyone else at The Nose would love to have you!

3L!Impulse: hh… I feel like I’d be shot double dead if I was spotted at the Nose.

DL!Pearl: hm.. there’s surely someone who would like to welcome you! What about your soulmate?

3L!Impulse: who…?

DL!Pearl: Bdubs! You two loved each other so much…!

*3L!Impulse has clock flashbacks*

LimL!Cleo: Are you treating my son well?

DL!Impulse: uhh… well yeah, but… he’s not your son?

LimL!Cleo: well my actual son doesn’t have any partners so I’m just checking on the other versions of my son. Especially yours. Since in my world you killed him.

DL!Impulse: Oh, well, none of that here! Bdubs and I would never kill each other! …Well, he accidentally killed me technically, but that doesn’t matter! Also… I don’t know how I feel about pretending you’re my mother in law….

SL!Grian: hey emo boy did you know we’re soulmates in Secret Life

3L!Joel: don’t call me- wasn’t the soulmate season Double Life?

SL!Grian: Yeah but we were soulmates anyways isn’t that crazy 🥰

3L!Joel: … go away

SL!Grian: all you Joels are the same 😭

3L!Martyn: Ren is the best

DL!Joel: no, ETHO is the best!!!

3L!Martyn: BLASPHEMY! Lord Ren the Red King is the greatest!!!

DL!Joel: well, I don’t see his face on your shirt! But look at MINE!

*they argue*

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I want crazy - Logan Sargent x reader

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A/N I never wrote something so fast in my life 🤭🤭🤭

I'm booking myself a one-way flight

I gotta see the color in your eyes

And telling myself I'm gonna be alright

Without you, baby, is a waste of time Yeah, our first date, girl, the seasons changed

It got washed away in a summer rain

You can't undo a fall like this

'Cause love don't know what distance is

Yeah, I know it's crazy

Logan walked through the airport in just a few short hours. He'll see you again. Logan smiled and pulled his phone out of his back pocket and called you. The phone rang once “eager much?” Logan teased.

“You too would also be eager if you were in my shoes” you replied.

“That’s true” Logan said chuckling “I figured I’d give you a call before I got on the plane”

“Well I’m definitely not gonna complain any excuse to hear your voice is a win in my book”

“Eager and cheesy” Logan replied smiling

“Hey if I recall you are also cheesy”

“I’m not cheesy” Logan said offended

“Oh really then tell me Sargent what the one thing you missed about me?” You asked

“Hmmmm the color of your eyes” Logan says

“That’s cheesy Logan” you said smiling

“I’m not denying it” Logan admitted, smiling. “But it’s true, I do love your eyes.”

Logan shifted his bag on his shoulder, looking out across the busy airport. “They’re always the first thing I notice about you.”

“But I would also miss holding you.” Logan added. “Because it makes me feel like I’m home with you near.”

“Oh you’re just trying to butter me up” you smiled.

“Maybe a little bit,” Logan admitted. “But I also missed just talking to you.”

He sighed. “I just missed you, you know?”

“I’ve missed you too,” you admitted. “I missed talking to you about everything.”

“And don’t forget cuddles” you added with a flirtatious voice.

“True I definitely missed those” Logan chuckled. “And there will certainly be a lot of cuddling when I get home.”

“That’s what I like to hear” you teased playfully, rolling your eyes, but the truth was you were just as excited as he was. “I’ll hold you to that” you added.

“I know you will,” he chuckled. “And I’ll make sure to hold my word”

Logan checked his watch. It was almost time for his flight. “I gotta get on the plane soon”.

“Just remember I love you” he said softly.

“I will remember” you replied softly, your tone a bit more serious than that playful flirting from earlier.

“Be safe on the flight,” you added. “I can’t wait to see you and be in your arms again.”

“I will be” he replied, his smile spreading across his face once again. “Don’t worry, I’ll be home before you know it”

“I love you” Logan repeated once more. “I can’t wait to see you too.”

“I love you too” you repeated with a soft smile. “And I’ll talk to you soon”.

“Promise” Logan replied.

“I promise” you repeated.

Logan ended the call and made his way through security and to his gate. Excited to be going back home. Excited to be seeing you again and excited to have his arms around you.

It was finally time to board the plane. He checked his phone and saw your text. He could only respond with a simple “I love you.”

He smiled as he settled into his seat. His heart was racing. He could hardly wait to see you.

He leaned his head back as he felt the plane start to move, and his eyes drifted closed as he thought about seeing you again soon.

The moment the plane lifted off the ground his thoughts were filled with images of you. He thought about all of the things he wished he could do with you. All of the adventures the two of you could have together.

As he let his imagination run wild he thought about all of the times you had made him smile. All of the moments you had made him feel the most at ease in years.

He also thought about all of the times he would hold you close, wrap you in his arms, and not want to let go again.

In his mind he remembered the day. The moment he looked into your eyes and knew that you were someone important.

The memories played out in front of his eyes. He could hear you laughing and smell the light fragrance of the perfume you were wearing.

He remembered how you made his heart race and the butterflies in his stomach.

He thought about how it was love at first sight for him and how he knew then that he couldn't imagine his life without you in it.He could still remember the first words he uttered when meeting you. The smile that took over your face, and he could still feel the rush of adrenaline when you first touched.

He thought about the day he knew he wanted to be with you and only you. And how he knew he was ready to make that commitment with you. How he knew that being yours would be his happiest moments.

As the plane started to level off at cruising altitude Logan thought about his favorite memories with you. He remembered every small detail about every single one of them.

He thought about the first time you said “I love you” and how he felt when he smiled and said it back. The overwhelming amount of happiness he felt inside at the moment.

He thought about the future the two of you would have together. The house you would eventually move into, the children you would have together, and the plans for your happily ever after.

He thought about the little trips you would go on together. The ones where you would be alone and able to have each other all to yourself.

He pictured the two of you swimming in the ocean and holding hands as you walked along the shore.

He thought about late night dinner dates where you got dressed up together. The conversations you would have about your hopes and dreams. It made his heart ache in anticipation of the moment he would have that again.

He thought about the way your fingers would fit into his hand like they were made for each other. How when you laid your head on his shoulder he immediately felt at ease and comfortable.

He smiled, thinking about the late nights when you snuggled up next to each other and held each other tight. His arms wrapped around you while you nuzzled into his chest. He pictured himself wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. The way your bodies would fit together perfectly.

He thought about being able to feel your body against his. To smell your skin and hear your breathing. And the comfort and safety you provided for each other whenever you were together.

As the plane continued on its flight Logan thought about how he was the happiest version of himself when he was with you.

He pictured himself dancing slow dances in the kitchen with you. The ease and comfort he felt whenever the two of you were doing anything together. And the way it made him feel like anything was possible.

Logan thought about that song I want crazy and smiled to himself.

“I want crazy, like we used to be, let’s get wild, go somewhere we’ve never been before” he thought.

“I want crazy, I want you to call my phone and say I’m coming over tonight” he thought.

“I want crazy, I want you to leave me breathless, make me lose my mind, that kind of crazy” he thought.

Logan thought about how he wanted you to be all the things you once were. The fire, passion, and spontaneity the two of you shared.

“I want crazy, like waking up and deciding to just spend the whole day in bed and seeing how many times we can fall into each other” he thought.

“I want crazy, I want to forget the world and just have us, all day, all night” he thought.

“I want crazy, I want to throw every convention and rule out the window” he thought.

Logan thought about how he wanted the two of you to embrace the crazy. To go with the flow and let the feelings take over.

“I want crazy… I want you” he thought.

Logan thought about how he wanted you in every way imaginable.

He thought about his need for you and how he missed your touch. How he constantly craved you and wanted to feel your presence.

He thought about all of the different ways he wanted to make you happy. All of the different ways he wanted to love you. To love on you, to just be with you and be in love with you.

Logan thought about all of the spontaneous decisions the two of you would make. All of the times you would just take off into a new adventure without a care in the world.

He thought about how the two of you were always taking risks and living life on the edge.

He thought about how that crazy side of the two of you was what made you both feel alive. What made you both feel free. What made you both feel like you could take on the world together.

After hours of flying and a small layover Logan finally made it home. His heart was racing as he went up the steps into the front door. He couldn’t wait to see you again.

He opened the door and walked inside, the smell of the house filling his nose.

He dropped his bag at the door and walked down the hallway, his heart was now beating out of his chest.

He reached the bedroom door and threw it open.

“I’m home” Logan said softly as he entered the room. He saw you laying on the bed reading a book. The sound of his voice caught your attention and you looked up.

Logan felt the blood rush to his face as he saw the smile on your lips. The sight of you took his breath away, even after all of this time.

“Well look who finally decided to show up” you said teasingly, your smile still on your face as you sat up on the bed.

“I’m sorry I took so long, I just” Logan began.

“No need to explain yourself” you cut him off, walking over to him. “I’ve already missed you enough to last a lifetime, a few hours isn’t gonna make much of a difference” you added with a flirtatious wink.

“Well, I think I missed you more. If that’s even possible” Logan replied softly, his eyes still on the smile on your lips. The way your smile made his heart flutter.

“Oh really? Have you now?” you teased, the smile widening.

“Mhm” he replied, taking a step towards you. He couldn’t bear a moment longer without you in his arms.

Without another word Logan drew you into his arms, his body pressing up against yours. Every inch of you was now pressed to his.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close. He loved the scent of your skin. The faint smell of your perfume mixed with the musk of your skin.

He tilted your head up towards his and his heart raced as his eyes looked deeply into yours.

“I did miss you” he whispered, leaning his head forward as his lips pressed against yours.

The kiss was passionate and full of everything he had wanted and craved while not being able to have you next to him.

It was as if a spark had been lit and all of the electricity and desire was bursting through him and coursing through his veins.

He didn’t want this moment to end. He didn’t want to let go of you, ever.

Logan pulled back after a few moments, his breathing heavy. “God I needed that” he gasped.

He looked down at you, his fingers grazing your cheek. He ran his fingers through your hair and stared into your eyes.

“I can’t tell you how many times I thought about this moment. How often I thought about just being here with you in my arms again” Logan whispered softly.

“It was the same for me.” You replied breathlessly. “I thought about this moment so much. I needed this just as badly as you did.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself as close as you could.

“I think I needed this more than you can imagine” you added softly.

“Really?” he asked, the grin spreading across his face.

“Mhm” You replied coyly.

“Would you like me to prove it?” he offered.

“Hmm maybe” you replied playfully. “How would you prove it?”

“Hmm let me think” he said, biting his lip as the grin remained on his face.

After a moment, he spoke. “How about I prove it with another kiss?”

You leaned towards him, your cheeks turning slightly red.

“I think that would definitely suffice” you replied excitedly. “Show me then”

“If you insist” he said softly, his thumb gently caressing your face.

He leaned in as his mouth came into contact with yours.

It was a long kiss, and one that left you breathless and your face flushed.

He pulled back after a few moments, taking a second to breathe. “Does that prove it?”

Your face was now full-blown red as you tried to catch your breath.

You placed a hand on his chest to steady yourself and nodded your head.

“Y-yeah I think that definitely proves it” you whispered, still out of breath. “Though, you may need to prove it some more” you added playfully.

“Oh yeah?” he asked playfully. “I may need to prove it more?”

“Mhm” you replied, your breath still shaky, your hands still on his chest.

He smirked. “How many more times then?”

“Hmm maybe a couple more. Just so I’m 100% sure you’re telling the truth” you replied coyly.

“Just a couple huh?” he mocked you.

“Mhm” you replied once more, this time with an even bigger grin on your face as the playful flirting began.

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Radio Bam - F!Reader Fic

Episode three

ep one - ep two- ep four

Desc: You’re a regular on radio bam! hot pants!

A/n: been a while… like a WHILE while. getting wayyy back into cky properly again because oct-nov was so much fun i wanna go back everyone come back. COME BAAACK

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Dico: Welcome to Radio Bam Sirius 28 Faction everyone! The sluttiest radio show on air. Tonight we got the hottest of hot pants and the whore herself Y/n! Of course we have the only one even whorier than hot pants, Brandon Novak, Raab Himself, Joe Frantz, myself of course and the one you’re all here for, Baaaaaam Margera!

Y/n: These intros are getting repetitive.

Dico: You try it next time hot pants.

Y/n: Alright I will.

Bam: That’s gonna be shit.

Y/n: Whatever. Anyways why am I even being compared to Novak of all people on the whore thing. He fucks a new girl every day I just have sex with people I know!

Raab: Yeah see that’s worse.

Y/n: How is that worse?!

Novak: Cause’ I fuck a broad, and then I never see her again! I don’t know her friends, she doesn’t know mine. It’s perfect.

Frantz: Yeah now two of the guys in the crew have seen your tits.

Bam: Actually I’ve seen her tits too.

Raab: Same.

Novak: Come again?

Y/n: Guys you are not helping my case it was a DARE!

Novak: Why am I never invited to these truth or dares?!

Y/n: This was like four years ago, we were drunk, Bam the sleaze dared me to flash my tits. End of.

Dico: Well that’s not exactly it.

Y/n: Don’t.

Bam: We made out!

Frantz: Ah the old new years smooch.

Y/n: For the record, Bam is a terrible kisser.

Bam: That is not true!

Y/n: He’s all tongue and teeth ladies!

Bam: Maybe it was true four years ago.

Raab: That is not that long ago.

Frantz: Bam was 21 making out like a 13 year old.

Novak: You would know.

Frantz: Alright ‘life partner’.

Bam: It’s an endearing term!

Dico: Were we not gonna delve into the history of Y/n with pro skaters?

Bam: Fuck yes we are.

Y/n: Uh oh.

Bam: Well we know you’ve fucked-

Y/n: Hey! Some of those guys have girlfriends now! They don’t want their business aired out on live radio!

Raab: Well they didn’t have girlfriends when you fucked them.

Y/n: I don’t actually know that for sure.

Bam: More whoring!!!

Y/n: Hey, that’s on them not me. I’ve never knowingly been a home wrecker.

Frantz: That’s definitely not true.

Raab: I know for a fact that’s not true.

Y/n: What the fuck are you talking about?

Dico: Hot pants has forgotten spring break 99.

Y/n: Oh god that does not count!

Novak: Ooooh I wanna know about spring break baby who’d you fuck?

Y/n: I didn't even fuck anyone!

Bam: Almost.

Y/n: Yeah well that’s not fucking is it?!

Frantz: Tell your story Y/n we know you want to.

Y/n: It’s not even a story. Basically we were at the Jersey Shore for spring break. Luxury, I know. And we were at this bar with our dumb fucking fake IDs and I met this guy who said he had a girlfriend but she was a bitch or something.

Dico: That's what they all say.

Y/n: Yeah well I was drunk and he wasn’t ugly so we started making out or whatever but then I felt a fucking cold, sticky-ass drink go down my back and I turn around and get a slap in the fucking face by some bitch!

Frantz: The bitch being the girlfriend?

Y/n: Yeah! Who the fuck makes out with a girl in the same vicinity as his girlfriend?! Fucking asshole.

Bam: You’re missing out the part where the two of you got into a bitch fight and I had to tear you off of her.

Novak: *Rawwr*

Y/n: Yeah I scratched up that bitches face but only cos she poured a fucking drink on me not because of her scummy boyfriend, she could have his ugly ass.

Raab: Well you made out with him.

Y/n: Yeah I didn’t fucking wed him Raab.

Frantz: I feel bad for your future husband Y/n.

Dico: He has a field of dicks to be compared to.

Y/n: Haha. That wouldn’t even be the issue, I’m fucking friends with the field.

Bam: Speaking of the field, field fucker, you gotta talk about at least one pro skater you’ve fucked.

Novak: Yeah come on baby I wanna hear.

Y/n: Why are you guys so obsessed with my sex life?

Novak: I’d be more obsessed if I was in it sweetheart.

Y/n: In your dreams Novak.

Novak: My wet dreams at least ooohaahhh.

Frantz: Come on Y/n who’d you bang?

Y/n: I can’t name drop on air.

Dico: Oh fuck off I’ve name dropped countless times.

Y/n: Yeah but my whores are known Dico.

Bam: I know one person you could say.

Y/n: I already know who you’re talking about and no.

Bam: Ah come on Tim was a nice bed I’m sure

Y/n: Oh you fucking asshole Bam I’m gonna kill you.

Novak: You fucked Tim O’Connor?! And not me?!

Y/n: Yeah cause’ he’s hot?

Novak: That’s low babe.

Dico: Every episode hot pants has to talk about at least one person she’s banged.

Y/n: I haven’t banged that many people Dico.

Bam: It’s fine, when you run out of episodes you can hump Novak.

Novak: Now that’s a good idea!

Dico: You gotta do a review too, rate Tim in the sack outta ten.

Y/n: Well hey now, doesn't this mean I get to rate you too?

Raab: Fucking zero then.

Frantz: You know from experience?

Y/n: Well I do and yeah it was a solid 1.

Bam: Damn not zero?

Y/n: One pity point.

Dico: I’d like to put it out there that that was an outlying event.

Frantz: Yeah Raab can give us an updated review.

*Room laughs*

Bam: Okay everyone shut the fuck up, Y/n rate Tim.

Y/n: I’m not doing that.

Dico: Booooo.

Novak: I’d be a 10/10 for you babe.

Y/n: Alright fine. He was like a solid 8.

Bam: Damn why only 8?

Y/n: 8 is a lot! He was good but like it wasn’t the best I’ve ever had. He sweats a lot.

Frantz: You’re not into the sweaty lovers?

Y/n: Can’t say I am.

Novak: I wear deodorant sweetheart.

Dico: No you fucking don’t.

End.

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burningfieldof-clover · 1 year

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i couldn't do anything -

S2E12 SPOILERS

crosshair x gn!reader (reader is slightly jedi)

warnings: this is sad. kind of not happy ending, but it is an open ending that is going to lead to a part 2 as i figure out what is happening with the canon plot (then alter to my liking mwahahaha)

indented italic font is memory. bold faced text is present.

When that damned Lieutenant Asshole sent Mayday and Crosshair off, you weren’t too worried. Mayday has held this outpost together for over a year, and Crosshair was a previous member of Clone Force 99. It will be a walk in the park.

Or so you thought.

The next day when a commotion started on the edge of the base, it caught your attention instantly. Are we under attack again? Assuming the worst, you grabbed your first aide kit and followed the rush of soldiers.

After assessing the situation and finding that there was no attack, but instead it was the return of the two clones who were sent out, your run picked up pace.

So many memories attacked your mind.

The Republic had fallen, and the Empire has risen. You had finally spent your last credit getting to Coruscant. You worked hard while living hand to mouth on the streets of some backwater planet you can’t wait to forget the name of. You came to Coruscant to speak with the Jedi. You had powers that sounded like what the Jedi called the Force, so you wanted a mentor.

The riots in the streets (being excitement or resentment) were starting just a few steps out of the spaceport. An Imperial-dressed clone trooper stopped you before you could walk through the turnstile.

“What’s your business on Coruscant?” His tone startled you.

“I uh–” panicking to find an answer, you mimicked a quiet voice you quickly overheard. “I’m here to enlist in the army.” Inwardly you were already punching yourself.

The clone raised an eyebrow. “You? Enlist?” he asked sarcastically. He gave you a glance up and down. “Okay, then. Not my place to judge, but be prepared,” he said with a condescending tone. He fumbled with a holopad in his hands. “Do you have a chain code yet?”

After going through the process of getting a chain code with your actual identity and instructions on where to go, you fell in line. You’d find a Jedi somehow, right?

Mayday looked like he was in rough shape. You’d have to tend to him first.

“Send a medic! We need help!”

You started to sprint to the call for help in the field, but the Imperial officer leading the mission held his arm out to prevent you from going to the cry.

“Don’t bother. They’re just clones. Worry about the actual soldiers, not the cannon fodder.”

Heartbroken, tears forming in your eyes behind your helmet, you stayed put. After learning about the terrible fate of the Jedi, any kind of heroics were frightening to you. You hadn’t tried to use any Force abilities. You had no idea what any true Force abilities were. Despite the Empire knowing your real name, no one really knew who you were.

Crosshair pushed past you, his shoulder shoving into yours. “They’re the ones that don’t matter. Then there are the ones who do.”

Even though he was wearing his own helmet, you could feel his piercing stare dive right through his visor, judging you for even caring about the regs.

Mayday had fallen to his knees, Crosshair with him. You could barely hear Crosshair ask for help with Mayday.

“Yeah, I guess the Jedi were good people. We served alongside them for the whole war. I don’t know what happened to make them turn on the chancellor.”

You listened to the clones in your medical wing just chatting away.

“I'm not sure, some part of me finds it impossible to believe it, you know?” This clone rubbed his head sheepishly. “I mean, my general, he was a good man. I watched my brother shoot him down when we got the order.”

Crosshair was in the company of these clones as well. You were checking his shoulder for injury after a way too powerful kickback of his rifle. He grumbled.

“At least one of them knew how to follow orders.”

“Chill out, Cross,” you chided. You were lifting his arm up and pushing it in different directions and judging his reactions. “What’s your opinion? Why is his opinion any less valid than yours?”

With a glare and pursed lips, he pulled his signature toothpick out of his mouth. “Good soldiers follow orders.”

You scoffed. “That’s all I ever hear you say. ‘Good soldiers follow orders, good soldiers follow orders.’ It’s like you were programmed to say that.”

Crosshair turned his head away. He was not in the mood to justify his actions.

You rotated his arm one last way and earned a hiss from him.

“Theeeerrre it is. There’s the pain. You need to rest this. I don’t trust you to take some muscle relaxers on your own, so,” you reached to the tray nearby and grabbed a little cup, “I need you to take them now and then you can go.

He looked at the small pills in the container, then to you. He grabbed them and downed them without a drink.

“Let me know if it doesn’t get any better in a few days.”

Crosshair grunted. His eyes traveled to the divider that split this area from the other rooms and clones. He was still listening to the men talk.

“You weren’t there,” he said quietly.

“Hm? Was that aimed at me?”

“You weren’t there,” he repeated. “So even if you heard my opinion, you couldn’t believe me.”

You crossed your arms and almost felt sorry for him. “I’m still interested. I know how you look when the empire tries to deem you expendable.” You shrugged and put your hands on your hips. “You’re all human to me. Each of you matter.”

He seemed interested in your words, but the curiosity ended abruptly. He left without a word.

“They don’t need medical attention!” the Lieutenant barked.

Everything you learned about Jedi and what they used to be was all from bits and pieces you’d catch in conversations. Some clones had a fond memory or two.

After learning about meditation, you gave it a try. Since you actually didn’t know how that worked, you probably tried a little too hard. It wasn’t working. After a couple weeks, you were able to sense feelings in people. Sometimes the emotions were colors or they simply bled onto you and engulfed you with the feeling. It could be overwhelming.

A loud pounding was heard from the frame of your office door. “CT-9904 has been recovered. Clear him for service or decommission him.”

Blinking in awe and watching the officer walk away, you couldn’t believe how many times that a clone was recommended for “decommissioning,” it always hurt more than the last time.

CT-9904… that was… Crosshair! Excitedly you jumped up and ran to the clinic. You could see him again! He’d been missing for over a month! You prayed that he was okay.

The Force was reaching for him. You wanted to know how he was doing before you saw him. The anticipation was too much. That jerk of a clone was refreshing.

In return, the Force gave you signals of a life in despair, mentally and physically. Crosshair was in so much pain.

Skidding to a halt before the door leading to him, you couldn’t hide the shock and surprise. He was weak and frail. His Force signature was faded from it's usual vibrance.

“You…?”

You rushed to his side and instantly started checking vitals and fluids. A laugh escaped your lips. “What the hell, Cross? I thought you were invincible!”

Crosshair turned his head away to keep you out of his line of sight. “Put me back into service. I don’t need to be here.”

“Shut up, Crosshair.”

You got to work. You were ordering tests and scans, medications and nutritions. At one point you passed a cabinet which held something very important. It was something you placed in there for special occasions. Which didn’t seem all that special when you count the numerous times Crosshair had been in the clinic. He came by even when he was not injured. He told you it was because you were ‘the least irritating person but not immune to causing irritation.’

You opened the cabinet and retrieved the item.

“Hey, Cross.”

He glanced your way without moving his body.

You flicked a toothpick his way. He caught it with a single hand. He stared at it briefly before pinching it between his teeth harshly.

You eventually cleared him to return to service.

You grit your teeth together in frustration. The Force in Mayday was flickering, fading.

“Lieutenant, he’s dying!” you cried.

Lieutenant Nolan turned his angry snarl towards you. “I gave you an order! Stand down. Let these expendables expire!”

Crosshair spoke your name as he entered your office.

Your sleepy figure looked at the tall twig of a man. “What’s going on? Are you injured?”

He didn’t acknowledge your questions. “You’re assigned to my mission. I’m here to tell you we’re leaving for Barton-4 in the morning.”

Crosshair’s Force signature was different. His smug aura was instead calm. He held some hesitation in the background. Since you didn’t say anything, he turned around to leave.

“What are you not telling me?” you asked him.

He froze in his movement. He grinded the toothpick in his mouth and pushed it to the other side. “You’re the only medic I trust. I requested you for this mission.”

You nodded, accepting this confession. He was telling the truth. “Okay. I’ll meet you in the hangar tomorrow.”

He nodded and faced the doorway. He was quiet for a while. “Do you… remember when you asked for my opinion?”

Blanking for a minute, you weren’t sure what he was referring to.

“I worked with a few Jedi. They were alright, I guess.”

You hesitated. Does he know what you are?

He grimaced and turned to fully face you. “I finally give you what you wanted, and you ignore me?!”

Not meaning to, you laughed. It was a hearty, full belly laugh.

Crosshair didn’t know what you were doing. Were you mocking him? What the hell was so funny?

“I’m so sorry!” you exclaimed while out of breath. A few chuckles were coming out. “It’s just, I never expected you to–to be open with me. That felt really special.”

Crosshair threw his toothpick at you and left.

Mayday faded away. His life Force had gone. You felt it flow through you and away like it had used you as a doorway or passage to return to the living Force itself.

So many emotions were reeling on Crosshair’s face, and his aura was violent. The emotions he was projecting through the Force were suffocating you.

In the shuttle on the way to Barton-4, you sat next to Crosshair since he was the only thing you were familiar with. It had been a long time since you were sent away from Coruscant. The empire made you discard your old armor. It may not have been that old, but they also stripped you of your field clearance so you didn't need it anymore. The new armor was foreign and didn't feel right at all. How did Crosshair get this approved?

Crosshair had his helmet on and was strapped into a harness, so you couldn’t read his expressions you’ve gotten to know. His hands were resting at his sides. He tapped on the side of his helmet.

“Everything is going to be fine.” He was speaking directly to your private comm channel in your helmet.

You turned your head his way slightly, just enough to catch him in your peripherals. You pressed the same button on your helmet to return the connection.

“I don’t believe you.” You meant to sound snarky but it came out afraid.

Crosshair glanced down at you suddenly. Your helmet turned fully his way now. You knew he was asking for clarification. You couldn’t give him one, though. How do you explain to him that you have a bad feeling about this?

“You… you could have saved him,” Crosshair forced out.

The Force never felt so strong in you as it did now. Failing to move away from the situation you had fallen to your knees. You lifted your helmet off your head and dropped it on the ground as you watched Crosshair like a hawk.

Still stuck in this staring contest. The sound of the engines was significantly noisy. The Lieutenant was scrolling on his holopad, the tapping of his fingers sounding like a metronome. Are the minutes being counted down? Is this it? Did someone catch on to your connection to the force? Does Crosshair know? Wait--no, it isn't about you--

“I’m scared,” you whispered.

Crosshair’s gloved hand brushed against your leg briefly. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“That’s not what I’m worried about.”

“Quit being so cryptic.”

“Cross, I’m not the one in danger.”

“Crosshair!!” you screamed out.

“How could you possibly know that?”

The Lieutenant called for your silence again.

“I…”

Your fists clench against the cold ground.

Crosshair grumbled. “Do you have something to say?”

The Force began rumbling beneath your hands. The very scattered and small total of pebbles rattled against the concrete. You were begging the Force to prevent anything terrible from happening to Crosshair.

You could tell him… right? He’d protect you, right?

“Spit it out!”

Crosshair witnessed the anomaly happening around you with wide eyes. After hearing what the Lieutenant had to say about his feelings on clones… Crosshair couldn’t let the Lieutenant see you. The monster of a man would treat you the same.

“Lieutenant!”

“I can’t lose you, too.”

An echoing blaster shot went straight into Lieutenant Nolan’s chest. The shock of the event cut your tie to the Force. Crosshair saw the air around you settle, but he didn’t know what to do about the action he just committed.

“Drop your weapon! Don’t move!”

Troopers rushed Crosshair with blasters raised. You wanted to run to his aid. Crosshair was injured as well. You went to stand, but a trooper’s hand pushed you back down to your knees. The whole time you have been with the Imperial army, you told yourself–no heroics. You can’t stand out. You’d be in danger.

“Crosshair!!!”

You fought the hold on you and rushed toward Crosshair. You needed to protect him. You had to heal him. You needed to fight for him!

Your hand was outstretched and reaching for him. The expression on his face flickered through many expressions. He reached for you, too. He looked hopeful, but the last thing you saw on his face was horror.

You suddenly collapsed to the ground, feeling paralyzed. They hit you with a stun?

Crosshair reached for your body. He almost grabbed your hand, but the troopers wrestled him away. You lost consciousness before you could see the outcome of Crosshair’s fate.

–part 2 maybe after finding out what happens to crosshair idk ily bye

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cookii-moon · 10 months

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FULL Dragons Rising thoughts and opinions!

PLEASE BE AWARE SPOILERS FOR EPISODES 1-10 OF DRAGONS RISING LIES AHEAD!!! If you have not watched it PLEASE be aware that the following contains both massive and minor spoilers for the entire plot of part 1, if you haven’t seen the full thing and wish to go in without spoilers I HEAVILY recommend you save this for later. I put this message here for those who do not have the spoiler tags filtered.

so… new ninjago show! So far? Absolutely love it. It’s shaping up to be interesting and… …well written??! I really enjoyed It, especially the characterization. Sooo good. No concrete opinions on the overarching plot yet, since.. it isn’t out… BUT I do think it’s shaping up to be pretty great.

Now without further ado-

1: Characters

1.1: Arin

I’d say I enjoy him! I do like how he’s portrayed as giddy and all ready to learn, his dream basically just came true and it’s great. Man hyper fixated so much that he taught himself an ancient art style and like yeah that tracks.

I like his design - you can tell he’s had a rough life by the dirt on his shirt and the scratch marks on his face, but he tries not to give up hope or let it get to him too much. I also like how he has a haircut commonly associated with black people and they kept the theme by also having that one line about a haircut he tried to get reference Zane’s, since Zane also has a haircut commonly used by black people. Nice lil way of alluding to a potentially POC character while still using the Lego skin tones.

His little moments where he lets his struggles get the best of him and showcases how his life these past few years have also impacted him for not just the better but also worse - they’re great. Nice way of balancing his character and personality with his experiences while not losing the charm. Things like him being all self deprecating sometimes, or how he felt seen when people looked up to him - they’re great. Not as much as I’d like, but i get the feeling that while this part was more focused on Sora and her backstory, the next might be more centered around Arin.

On a more personal note - while I think he’s great and has potential, I dunno if he’s really my thing. I don’t hate him, I actually like him, just not as much as some other characters right now. I think he needs some time to grow on me, or it’s just not my thing. Either way, he’s cool. Also I love how he just slaps his medallion on his face when he gets second place… it’s so dramatic-

1.2: Sora

aaaa trans kitty cat girl my beloveddd she’s just ugghhhh I love her so much. Probably one of my favorite new characters. I liked her but was scared they’d go too far with the generic big sister trope and she’d never get any deeper than that but boy I’m glad I was wrong.

I love her design. The whites and blues a pinks? Really glad they didn’t just go for a full color again, it makes her more distinct! I also love the prosthetic arm SO MUCH. Rare to see any sort of disability rep in media. Even rarer to see prosthetics. (Also yes ik it’s possible it’s just like armor or smthn but given the way it moves I’m like 99% sure it’s a prosthetic, plus I could be wrong but It looks a lot like she has it off during the scene where Lloyd wakes them up, since you can’t see her gold/prosthetic arm where it would usually be. Only going based off of pictures and memory here tho so.) < — haaaahaaaa yeah so uh future Cookie here, wrote that part before the statement came out..yeah that aged poorly. Look maybe they said it’s armor but I REFUSE to accept it that is a prosthetic to me. My mind has engrained it as a prosthetic meaning I couldn't change my mind even if I tried. Leaving that part in tho for histories sake. - Also, the Japanese cat girl is such a vibe. I love how I was right with the blue scrunchie in my art of her.,The power of character design.

I loved her story so much. She was just a kid with a love for technology and making the world a better place, she got offered what she thought was her dream job only to realize the cruel truth she’d likely been ignoring, in such a traumatizing way by the person she looked up to. She got shunned not only socially but by her own parents, being told she was a horrible person for prioritizing the dragons life over her cities energy and questioning the dictatorship. She grew to hate her home and fled and made a life for herself. I love her lil deadname tease, I love how she feels towards her powers and how she feels like she isn’t all that Lloyd thinks she is, how she clearly has issues and also her personality. Her siblings energy with Arin is so good. I love when Lloyd and Arin doubt who’s side they’re on too. I like how she doesn’t learn to control her powers like some ex machina when it’s needed on her own. She tries her hardest but fails and instead of constantly letting that get her down she still tries to fight without them, even if it doesn’t always go well. Dhdhfjdjs I could rant all day.

So uhh yeah i love her. Kitty cat girl. I really like the duality between her and Arin but also the stuff they have in common like sndhdhsben. I mean it should be obvious I like her. She’s in my title thingymajig and I made art for her. But still. Hdjdjdhdh I LOVB HER.

Also this isn’t part of my analysis but when she gets fake IDs if you translate the ninjagan on her card it reads “Sora Surname” as a placeholder and I think it’d be hilarious if we just started using that as her last name tag since this community is obsessed with them. Sora Surname. It’d be so funny. Please tag your posts Sora Surname.

1.3: Euphrasia

So like when dragons rising first released I saw quite a few peoples hating on this girl and imo I actually really like her. I feel like the hate is sort of unfounded but I’ll get into that later.

I like her!! I like the idea of her being a cloud kingdom monk, i like the new cloud kingdom designs, I like that FINALLY girls seem to exist there, and her wanting to ignore and hide her powers because she’s happy where she is and she doesn’t want to lose it. Side note, I do prefer this cloud kingdom, I feel like it leaves more room. Like if someone doesn’t like the idea that they write destiny at all they can just.. chose to see them as a sort of religious group who doesn’t actually write fate, and then if you like the idea that they can control some amount of destiny you can say that they do have control over some parts of it, but that they simply can’t control everything and in the end it’s not only up to them but also the people of the world if the prophecies come true or not (personally I like to think that’s how it is/is implied) or that they COULD control destiny but can’t anymore after the merge. Idk you can stretch it more and I like that. So much better than the old cloud kingdom imo.

Back to Euphrasia, I do like her story and the little we see of her. I’m not actually bothered by the fact that she only appears in one episode. I’ve seen people complaining about it but come on guys, we literally only have ten episodes, would you have preferred that she randomly pops into imperium when she has no logical way of getting there and that’s where like every single other episode takes place?? There physically wasn’t anywhere else she would have appeared after episode 5 unless you made her join Sora and Arin, which not only would you need to lengthen the plot to develop her as a character with interactions since they JUST met, but also it’s refreshing to have a new EM who isn’t one of the new MCs.

the OTHER reason I see people hate her is because of Morro. Obviously, she’s the new master of wind, meaning Morro is dead, and his element went back to the cycle and found a new host. So people are upset.

guys. Guys we literally knew this. We’ve known he was dead since like 2015. We’ve known he moved on to the departed realm since 2016. We’ve known that the wind element has gone back to the cycle and found a new host for YEARS. That doesn’t mean Morro suddenly doesn’t exist. He just doesn’t have his element anymore. He could still appear in the new series, and even if he doesn’t I’m honestly ok with that. His arc is done and i get the feeling he’d go out of his way to avoid the ninja after the merge anyway. It isn’t Euphrasia fault, stop hating on her D:

I don’t have much else to say about her yet. I loved her story and moments and design and vibe and everything but there isn’t much else to talk about bc of the smol screen time amount, so yeah.

1.4: Wyldfyre

Silly wolf-raised-girl-trope-with-a-dragon-twist. I love her so much. Not sure I’d call her one of my favs yet (uuugh they’re all my favs… sobs..) only bc we didn’t see much of her character interactions n stuff.

Her design is so pretty. The colors make her look like a Qilin to me which I love so much.

I do like how she’s knowledgeable enough with humans to be able to interact with the rest of the cast while still keeping her draconic behaviors or knowledge that she gained by being raised around them. I think it’s a nice little limbo and I feel like we’re gonna see at least one identity crisis from her now that she’s in the group.

I’m usually not much of a fan of these types of characters but I actually really like her and I’m excited to see where they go with her. Plus, her powers and the lighting they give off are so pretty.

1.5: Lobbo

I had to include him. Look at him. I CALLED IT. I TOLD YOU ALL, ALL THE WAY BACK IN THE TRAILER DAYS I POINTED OUT LOBBOS MECH. I SAID I LOVED HIM ALREADY AND I WAS RIGHT. TAKE THAT INTERNET!! I unironically love him he’s so funny nobody understands him he’s just THERE with parental and relationship struggles and it’s just so funny to me. Little silly orb man. Now onto the villains!

1.6: Empress Beatrix

So I like… love her design, it’s so menacing and I think she’s so awesome looking. Super gender too. I find her weird rules funny but also sometimes I want to punch her in the face. Like.. why did she get so mad about Rapton being incompetent, but then.. fire Ras… who didn’t really do anything wrong except for fail that ONE time.. instead of Rapton.. who physically isn’t competent whatsoever?? Like I don’t get it?? It felt so random. Maybe it’s some form of her wanting to feel superior and in control so she got rid of Ras as a statement. But then… why not also fire Rapton, who thinks highly of himself bc of the position you gave him?.. I dunno I don’t get it maybe they’ll tell us in part 2.

1.7: Lord Ras

Ah yes, the guy people seem to really like. I’ll be honest, I don’t get the appeal?? Like his design feels out of place, which I guess is intentional but I just.. don’t really like the look of the awkward head mold. It’s a personal thing ig. His personality is just kind of boring to me and we don’t know anything else about him because he’s that scary bad guy general except oh wait he screwed up once and got thrown in prison!! Like I don’t get it?? Look guys he’s not even that attractive. I might be aroace but even I can tell that much. It’s the voice isn’t it. Y’all are simping for the voice smh /lh

I guess his whole “plan” thing is a bit interesting but even that isn’t something I’m too interested. I kinda just found him pretty boring and I felt disinterested whenever he showed up.

like in the last few episodes it felt like they were trying to make us feel bad for him with the way the empress treated him but like, they don’t give us anything to feel bad for?? I dunno the whole thing felt awkward and clunky.

Maybe my opinions will change in part 2 where we’re probably gonna find out more about him, but until then, meh.

also I want to punch him in the face sometimes. I dunno he’s just being all th e r e and boring and so I want to punch him and get him off of the screen because it’s like an annoying type of boring. Yk like an annoying torturous silence. But boring. Yeah that. No offense I don’t hate him I just want to punch him off of my screen.

1.8: Rapton

Silly goofy guy. I’ll be honest I found his incompetence a bit.. annoying? Like I get he’s supposed to be comic relief but like it doesn’t feel right sometimes?? It’s just a personal thing ig. I feel like having some comic relief villains is ok but imperium just has too much comic relief in their villain roster?? Like Ras and Beatrix are pretty much the only capable ones in a fight. Ras got chucked in prison and barely shows up or does much, and Beatrix still has comic relief elements in her ridiculous laws and such. LaRow could count but shes not really a competent fighter since she cowers and nopes out the second Arin tries to fight her. I feel like it just.doesn’t work with imperiums vibe having rapton as a general, and honestly i didn’t find his jokes funny (but ofc humor is subjective). I don’t dislike him, I just don’t really care about him. I want to punch him in the face whenever he shows up but out of annoyance.

1.9: Dr. LaRow

She shows up and I want to punch her but this time out of malice and hatred. She’s a good villain and I like how they handled her but I physically can not feel anything but spite for this woman and I love that. Great villain. Hate her with every fiber of my being which is how it should be.

1.10: Dorama

I don’t have much to say about him asides from that the magician vibes are fun and that I want to punch him in the face for his attitude towards living beings.

… apparently I really feel like punching all of them. Huh. I swear I’m not like this usually I dunno something about all these villains is just punchable.

2: Interactions

Honestly? I’d say the interactions in this show were great. Sora and Arin are great foils to each other and best buds. My only thing is I hope the show doesn’t try to push a ship (I’ve seen people complain about shipping them and while I see their dynamic in a platonic familial sense I have nothing against people shipping them romantically atm since we don’t know of anything that’d make it problematic, I just don’t think it should be forced in canon) but I choose to be hopeful and say it probably won’t. Lloyds interactions with his new students are amazing and so funny srfvjrtfjer Lloyds really gone from the guy who didn’t know what a VCR was to the guy who probably still doesn’t know what a VCR is (somehow) but has now adopted two strays and needs to pretend to know what a VCR is. It’s so funny. The sibling bicker between Lloyd, Kai and Nya was ok, I guess? Never cared much for the RGB sibling idea… Iknowww shame on me but uh was it just me or did the interactions feel a bit… forced? I dunno, something about it just felt off. Was it just me or did anyone else feel like that?? Also Soras interactions with Dr. LaRow and Rapton… so good… Overall I like the interactions even if the ones between the ninja felt a bit forced.

3: Writing & plot

So I enjoyed the writing.. specifically the characters dialogue and such. I think this season has some really good balance between dialogue and characters. I liked the pacing a lot up until the imperium episodes. I don’t have a problem with them on their own - I liked the conflict it sparked and the stakes and seeing Sora’s backstory, but I also felt like it dragged on too much?? Like Sora kept escaping and then getting captured and then escaping and then going back like it felt really backtracky and it kind of messed with the consistency and the pacing, yk?? Also the battle with the protacs definitely felt like the writers were trying to stall or smthn. Idk.

Also, did Zane popping up feel.. unnecessary and rushed to anybody else?? Like the IDEA was awesome and cool, things were great up until they opened the pod.. then Zane pops up and he doesn't really do anything except for immediately become a generic background exposition tool, he barely even interacts with Kai and Nya. Having him there felt so… unnecessary? He doesn’t DO anything. You could get rid of him and just give them another way of activating the monastery and it’d change nothing. Plus it’s NOT explained and he’s just so… unemotional and “whatever” about it that it just… feels so unnatural?? Idk I can’t explain it. Maybe it’s just me not liking how they seem to be reverting to making Zane more of a robotic exposition tool like after s4. I don’t like it. You could’ve just left him to part 2 though.

I’ve seen ppl complain about the “retcons” with Lloyd saying he trained under Master Wu for years and being shown as a child, but like, they’re not really retcons…? From what I remember they never give us any sort of specifics towards the timeframe in which S1-S2 takes place outside of S2 taking place only a few weeks after the S1 finale, but that doesn’t really apply to the ENTIRE season. It’s not Impossible that the events we see all take place over the course of a few years, since most of the episodes aren’t connected to each other beyond the overarching plot. And nothing ever said that Wu didn’t train Lloyd. What we see isn’t the only training that took place. Maybe I forgot something important that says otherwise, but the idea that S1-2 took place in only a few weeks/months is completely fan made, meaning it wasn’t a retcon. Sure, maybe it seems weird, but it’s never been stated otherwise. Now, if it IS a retcon, I’m not complaining for one. Why, you might ask? Because them using child Lloyd and saying he trained under Master Wu for years might mean we can FINALLY be rid of the Tomorrows tea confusion!! We could have him grow up naturally, or age him up and clarify and elaborate on how it works, we could FIX the entire stupid argument that has been going on for YEARS. I for one am ecstatic at that possibility. Also, it means we might get additional context and stuff for S1-S2, which sounds fun ,so honestly I have no problem with it. There have been worse plot holes/retcons *glares at Nyad from across the room*

I can’t say much about the overarching plot yet, since obviously it isn’t out, but it’s shaping up to be pretty exciting!

4: Worldbuilding

I feel like I can’t judge this TOO much considering the nature of part 1. I absolutely loved the crossroads and the mix of different cultures, real splatsville vibes, but I do feel like we should get to see more of how the other realms are doing. Imperium felt a bit.. strange? Like it’s just a massive city of humans right?? I don’t really get why it had to be an entire separate realm, I think it should’ve been more unique on like a larger scale. I dunno though. Honestly there wasn’t much worldbuilding in this part, so I hope we get more soon.

5: Visual design & animation

Okay so this new series is BEAUTIFUL. The colors and the backgrounds are so much more vibrant, the lighting is so pretty, the environments are amazing, they kept the wild brain clothing textures and just uuuugh I love it so muchychxhazjchcjdiwhthfs the animation felt very expressive and ueuahahehfhdsj I have no words props to wildbrain and the animators/artists. It’s so pretty.

Overall this part was great and I’m really excited to see what comes next!!

also uh on a side note this post took me *checks date* uhh 2… 2 weeks.. y e a h. So uh. Enjoy.

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Top Gun Nine-Nine

This could possibly be the dumbest thing I’ve ever written. But I kind of love it!

A Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x Reader with a bit of SMUT because why not?

Based loosely on Brooklyn 99. With the mention of a heist. Thank you to @butaneandthebeast for her enthusiasm with the idea. Fingers crossed you like it! Gonna also use it as a mutual pining prompt that I was tagged in by @coyotesamarchado. I hope that’s ok!

Chocker block full of quotes but not true to who says them in the show, they’re all mixed up between characters. You can still read it if you haven’t watched the show, but it will seem pretty weird!

For this fic I kind of imagined Reader (call sign Mac - because she’s obsessed with Die Hard duh) as Jake. Bob is obviously Amy and Phoenix is absolutely Rosa. Rooster and Hangman are Charles and Gina respectively but are a bit of both characters plus Jake of course. Fanboy and Payback are both Scully and Hitchcock. Coyote is Sargent Jeffers. Maverick is Captain Holt. And Cyclone is Wunch.

Anyway. I hope you enjoy it!

It was 07.29am and the Dagger Squad all sat around pool table at the closed Hard Deck. They had been summoned on their off-duty time for what they assumed was another of Maverick’s bizarre training exercises. The whole team were here, except Maverick, which wasn’t too surprising. But also Bob was yet to arrive, their bespectacled teammate was uncharacteristically late.

“What are you eating man?” Payback questioned Rooster, as they waited for Bob and Maverick.

Rooster chomped down on something colourful looking. Fanboy looked closely at it “Are those gummy bears wrapped in a fruit roll-up?”

“Breakfast burrito, but yeah.” he replied simply.

Phoenix laughed lightly. “I pity your dentist.” she said.

Rooster smiled widely at them; teeth coloured red from his snack, “Joke's on you. I don't have a dentist.”

“Wait for it, wait for it… Boom 0730 hours. Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd is officially late for the first time ever!” YFN called out excitedly as she checked her navy issued watch. “Right who’s got theories?” she asked.

Coyote shrugged and said, “His alarm didn’t go off.”

“Really Coyote. He’s trained to rise with the sun. Plus all three alarms have battery back-up. Any of you fuckers want to take this seriously?” she criticised.

“He slipped in the shower and knocked himself out.” Rooster offered nonchalantly.

YFN chuckled “Super dark Roo. But way more plausible that Coyote’s idiotic alarm clock idea.”

Phoenix smirked and chimed in “Couldn’t get rid of his one-night stand.”

“Yes! Best sex of his life so he went back for seconds this morning.” Hangman drawled, both him and Phoenix making fun of YFN.

She crossed her arms and huffed. Everyone laughed. They all knew that she was not-so-secretly in love with Bob. Problem was, he was completely oblivious to it.

“Whatever Bagman. You and Rooster pull each other’s pigtails all day long trying to get each other’s attention. You guys need to fuck already.” she taunted him in response.

“Oh I know. I look good. I look real good. Rooster can’t help it. All men are at least 30% attracted to me. My father cried on the day I was born because he knew he would never be better than me.” Hangman boasted dramatically.

Rooster rolled his eyes sarcastically, then winked at him. “Pretty sure it’s the other way around. I swear last night, you were the one begging for my dick in your…”

YFN gasped and interrupted the confession.

“What are you gasping in surprise for Mac? You’re the one who suggested it” Coyote guffawed.

“I’m a happy surprised! I’m sorry. It just slipped out.” she replied with a shy smile.

Hangman’s shoulders shook while he laughed “I’m sorry. It just slipped out: Title of your sex tape.” And he high fived his boyfriend without looking.

YFN snorted. And the rest of the team cracked up.

The door opened and Maverick walked in the bar. “Good morning aviators.” he greeted as the team laughed at her.

“Welcome to the party pal!” YFN joked and everyone groaned. The squad were well aware that her favourite movie was Die Hard. There was a reason her callsign was Mac.

“So how are we all? What’s the gossip?” Maverick asked as he joined them at the pool table.

“What’s the gossip?” Who are you?” Hangman stared at him like he’d grown two heads.

“I'm just curious about your life. I like to gab. So, uh, tell me about ... boys.” Maverick said awkwardly.

Rooster cracked a smile. “Well speaking of boys. They all just found out that we’re a thing.” he revealed, gesturing between himself and Hangman.

“Oh that? That’s old news. I must say that it seems to be going better than when Ice and I came out as a couple in the navy. People were not, as the kids say, ‘awake’ back then.” Maverick mused.

“Do you mean ‘woke’ Mav.” Fanboy suggested.

“I did mean woke. But it’s grammatically incoherent.” he said chuckling.

“Okaaay. You caring about syntax is actually more surprising than Hangman and Rooster being boyfriends.” YFN offered sarcastically.

Phoenix smiled widely at the couple. “So tell us. How, what, when?” she probed.

Rooster leant back and grinned like the cat that got the cream.

“Oh my god Roo. You went ‘Full Bradshaw’ on him, didn’t you?” YFN laughed breathlessly.

“Oh yeah. The works. My best Hawaiian shirt, piano serenade, moonlit blowjob on the beach. Poor guy didn’t know what hit him.” he purred as he put his arm around a blushing Hangman. And the group catcalled them both.

“Noice. Maybe that’s what you’ve got to do with Bob, Mac. When you finally get the balls to tell him you like him. Just be yourself.” Coyote offered.

YFN snorted “Be myself? Really Coyote?“

“How long did it take before you guys started liking me?” she asked tentatively looking around the pilots.

“Couple weeks.”

“Six months.”

“Jury's still out.”

“See Coyote! ‘Be myself.’ What kind of garbage advice is that.” YFN sighed crossing her arms across her chest.

Phoenix snickered as she looked at her phone. “Ooooh! It’s 7.36. Bob’s really late now and we still have to guess why.” she reminded everyone.

“Oh. I’d like to play. I’d say he… he misplaced his glasses.” Maverick proposed. “This is fun!” twittered.

YFN laughed at his enthusiasm. “Toit. It is fun! Payback, Fanboy. Your turn to guess. Any ideas?” she turned to the duo who shrugged at each other.

“He fell down a drain… On his way home from the amazing sex he had last night.” Fanboy teased YFN further.

Maverick’s eyebrows drew together in confusion and YFN stuck out her tongue at Fanboy. A tiny part of her also winced at the idea of the bashful WSO being with anyone but her.

Suddenly the door flung open loudly and a flustered looking Bob rushed towards them. “Well, well, well what do we have here? ‘Baby on Board’ where have you been? We’ve been worried sick.” Hangman chided, smirk on his face.

“Yes Bob Bob. Care to explain yourself?” Phoenix questioned with a wry smile.

Bob was less put together than his usual self. His face was red from rushing around, his hair was more curly than usual, and his shoelaces were untied. YFN smiled warmly at him. He was adorable.

“I-I… I’m only six minutes late. It’s… It’s no big deal.” Bob stuttered out awkwardly.

“Lieutenant Floyd. You will tell us, and you will tell us now.” Maverick ordered with a straight face.

Bob looked sheepishly at everyone and murmured softly “I couldn’t find my glasses sir.”

“Hot Damn!” Maverick shouted and slapped his hands together in celebration.

The group burst into hysterics and Bob looked confused and ruffled as he sat down next to YFN. He gave her a small lopsided smile and she practically sighed at it and his pretty blue eyes. She was relieved that Bob wasn’t out all night screwing some woman because she wanted to be with him romantic stylz. She doubted he had any interest in her plus he was a stickler for the rules. And there were stupid rules in the navy about fucking your teammate.

Clearly Rooster and Hangman, and Mav and Ice had chosen to ignore them. Why couldn’t they? YFN thought as she gazed at Bob.

“Ehem.” Maverick cleared his throat to get the squad’s attention. “I suppose you’re all wondering what you’re doing here.” he started.

“The last detachment was rough on us all. So I thought you could all blow off a little steam in a friendly little competition. So I have devised a little game.”

“Like a drinking game? Please not truth or dare.” Bob said anxiously, as he fiddled with his glasses.

Hangman clapped his hands together in glee “Ooooh yes! The last time we did that, Bob got drunk and ended up telling everyone he had a crush on the tea pot from Beauty and the Beast.”

Bob blushed as everyone cackled at him. “You know I don’t drink much. And it's the way they drew her.” he sighed.

YFN rubbed her hand soothingly over his back in support and said “It’s ok. I think Mrs Potts has a lovely voice. Plus I think that was four or five drink Bobby who said that.”

“What?” Bob looked at YFN with baffled eyes. “I'm so confused I don't know what's happening right now.” he said.

"I'm so confused I don't know what's happening right now: Title of your sex tape!” Rooster called out.

“The Bob drunkenness scale.” Phoenix grinned as she held up a finger at a time in explanation. “First drink: Spacey Bob. Two drinks: Loud Bob. Three drinks: Bobby Dance Pants. Four drinks: You become a bit of a pervert. Five drink Bob: You’re weirdly confident. And six drink Bobby is just sad. No one likes him.”

“And don’t forget equestrian Bob or French-speaking genius Bob. Although he doesn’t come out very often.” Fanboy mused.

Maverick shook his head at the team’s idiocy as they all snickered at Phoenix and Fanboy’s assessment of the quietest member of it.

“Dagger squad!” he redirected their attention back to him. “It’s not a drinking game. It’s more like a heist.”

“A heist Mav?” Payback asked, his interest peaked.

Maverick gave them all a grin. “I’ve hidden my lucky leather jacket somewhere in Fightertown and the whoever brings it back here first wins.” he announced.

“But that’s so hard.” YFN whined, and Maverick shrugged in response.

“But that’s so hard: Title of your sex tape!” Phoenix shouted playfully.

“Care to put a little skin in the game?” Fanboy taunted. The suggestion was met with a loud round of groans.

“Care to put a little skin in the game: Title of your sex tape!” YFN laughed loudly.

A deep disappointed voice joined the conversation.

“For the winners of this, might I say stupid idea, there will be no paperwork for a week and Maverick, and I will personally call you ‘Awesome Aviator slash Genius’.”

The squad all turned to see Admiral Beau “Cyclone” Simpson walk towards them with a box. And they all rose quickly from their seats to salute but he waved them off as they were all off duty.

“Sir. If you’re here, who’s guarding Hades?” Maverick quipped cheekily.

Cyclone gave him a disapproving look. “Sticks and stones captain.” he replied coolly as he set the box on the pool table.

“Describing your breakfast sir?” Maverick pushed the admiral further and Cyclone raised an eyebrow in question.

“Ah. Sir. What do we get if we lose?” Rooster asked tentatively, trying to break the weird tension between the two older men.

“This is the prize for the losers. They have to go back and fix all the errors in these reports. And file them into these new binders.” Cyclone said while removing the top file.

“Oooh! There’s binders? Why didn't you lead with that?” Bob giggled excitedly as he picked up one of them to inspect.

“Would you like us leave you two alone?” Phoenix teased her back-seater and Bob turned beet red which caused everyone to laugh hysterically. YFN smiled dreamily at the nerdy, stationary obsessed wizzo and they locked eyes, and she ducked her head embarrassed at being caught.

Cyclone opened a file and attempted to read the report. “Lieutenant YLN’s reports are especially atrocious. It reads ‘Crispy Mouthy Werewolf or Cowboy Mustard Oslo Norway.” YFN winced.

Hangman looked over the file and easily read it “Nose cold. Radar bent at angel 3 sir.”

“You can decipher her handwriting Seresin?” Cyclone asked sceptically.

Hangman hummed “Yes sir. Being able to read it is a gift. A useless, useless gift. Eye roll emoji.”

“What did you just say?” Cyclone questioned, clearly baffled.

“The English language cannot fully capture the depth and complexity of my thoughts, so I’m incorporating emojis into my speech to better express myself. Winky face.” Hangman said seriously.

Cyclone pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed in frustration. He walked away muttering “Fucking ‘best of the best’ my ass.”

Once the admiral had left Maverick spoke up “Right. Meet back here at 1200 hours. The two foxtrot teams work together. Rooster, Coyote, Hangman and Mac are on the other team. Please don’t fuck anything up around town.”

“Understood Dad.” Hangman said accidently, and everyone burst out laughing then proceeded to tease him.

Maverick: “Do you see me as a father figure, Seresin?”

Hangman: “No. If anything I see you as a bother figure, because you're always bothering me.”

Payback: “Hey, show your father some respect.”

Hangman: “I didn't call him dad.”

Maverick: “No, no. Hangman, I take it as a compliment.”

Bob: “It's not a big deal. I called Phoenix mom once.”

Hangman: “Guys, jump on that. Bob called Phoenix mom.”

Fanboy: “Old news. But you called Mav daddy.”

Hangman: “Hey, daddy is not on the table here.”

Rooster: “Well, you did call him dad, dude.”

”Shut-up Roo! He actually is kind of your dad.” Hangman called out exasperated, as he tried to stop the ridiculous exchange.

Coyote groaned “I can’t believe we have these idiots on our team.”

YFN laughed “It’s going to be fine.”

“That’s what you said about Die Hard 5.” Coyote moaned.

“Oh yeah. It’s not going to be fine.” YFN lamented. “C’mon. I’ll buy you a commiseration yogurt.” she offered.

He nodded his head accepting her suggestion “Coyote loves yogurt.”

Rooster grabbed Hangman’s hand and they started to walk out of the bar. Coyote sighed and followed them. YFN stood next to Bob, and he smiled sweetly at her, his gorgeous eyes shone at her from behind his glasses. God he’s beautiful. YFN was drawn to him and went to touch him to wish him good luck.

“C’mon Mac! Sexy train is leaving the station. Check out this caboose. Later, sluts!” Rooster shouted before she could go through with her plan.

YFN grimaced, gave Bob a shy smile and headed for the door. As she left, she swore she heard Phoenix say, “You two need to bone already.”

……

Around 3 hours later…

YFN, Coyote, Hangman and Rooster returned to the Hard Deck before time was up, completely exhausted. They didn’t manage to find Maverick’s lucky jacket despite an extensive search. A search that ended up with Hangman injured, Coyote grumpy and YFN and Rooster covered in egg.

YFN entered the bar first and she saw the others as they laughed loudly with Maverick. His jacket folded on the pool table. They sounded drunk, so she eavesdropped on their conversation.

“How many times do I have to say it! She’s like my sister.” Bob whined, sounding a little spaced out.

“That’s what Luke said about Leia.” Fanboy teased.

“Hey! Luke didn’t know. No one knew!” Bob claimed and threw his hands in the air.

Phoenix sighed at Bob “Dude, you like her. A lot. You can't go through life trying not to get hurt. You should try to be happy.”

“So you think I should look for someone I can have emotional intercourse with?” he replied earnestly.

“Eww. I wish you hadn't said it like that, but yeah.” Phoenix chuckled.

“I met my wife at an orgy. Well, she was leaving an orgy, and we bumped into each other on the street. Real meet cute.” Payback explained and the others scrunched up their faces at his weird confession.

“What? Well you might have met your potential partner at work. Much easier. You should definitely fuck Mac.” Payback raised his beer in support of Bob and passed him another drink.

Coyote, Hangman and Rooster loudly walked into the bar and gave YFN’s snooping position away. She turned bright red at being caught listening to them. But as Bob noticed her, he blushed a lovely shade of pink too.

“What the fuck happened to you?” Phoenix called out, taking in the state of them.

Hangman limped in wearing a hospital gown as Coyote helped half carry him. Rooster and YFN were covered in egg, and they wore ridiculous t-shirts they’d managed to find in the hospital lost and found.

“It’s like it’s Halloween out there. People are crazy! We passed a woman dressed as slutty tree on the way here. Who wants to have sex with a tree?” Coyote exclaimed, extremely annoyed at their morning.

“Was it a maple?” Bob called out; the volume of his deep voice elevated. YFN laughed at his stupid comment and was rewarded with a blinding smile.

Rooster raised an eyebrow. “Two drink loud Bobby?” he questioned, and Phoenix giggled as she nodded.

Hagman sat down on a bar stool gingerly and grunted when he saw the jacket. “I looked everywhere, but I couldn’t find it.” he complained.

"I looked everywhere, but I couldn’t find it: Title of your or Rooster’s sex tape” Fanboy teased, and Rooster snorted.

“Noice. Well it took Bob all of ninety seconds to figure out it was in Mav’s car.” Phoenix chuckled, and Bob grinned at his achievement.

YFN smiled at Bob. He was so pretty. “Seriously Mav.” she whined at their mentor.

Maverick shrugged in apology “Sorry I kind of forgot to hide it.” And YFN’s team all groaned in frustration.

“No hard feelings. Seriously I hate you. Not joking. Bye.” Hangman scalded him and everyone laughed.

“What the hell are you wearing?” Payback asked, eyebrows raised into his hairline.

YFN had on a hot pink shirt read ‘What’s up beaches?’ and Rooster’s yellow one, which actually kind of suited him, had a pineapple wearing a thong and said ‘SLUT’.

“We got egged. Some of shell got in my contacts, and my hair, and my mouth, and my bra.” YFN whinged.

Payback mused “Can't tell if that's hot or not.”

“Not hot Payback. Egg shell in my bra is not hot.” she chided him.

“Well, it's kinda hot. Boobs go in a bra.” Bob revealed and stared at her chest and high fived Payback without looking.

YFN blushed at his appraisal and Rooster looked confused at his confession, “Wait did he just skip straight to four drink horny Bob? How is that possible?”

The drunk half of the squad burst out laughing.

Maverick shook his head and looked at Hangman concerned. “I heard you got injured?” he mentioned.

“I wasn't hurt that badly. The doctor said all my bleeding was internal. That's where the blood supposed to be.” Hangman replied with a shrug.

Maverick hiccupped and didn’t bother asking for more details. “That’s good. Because my equilibrium is askew. My vision is partially impaired and I’m clearly slurring my words. To put the fine point on it… ya boy’s turnt!”

“What is happening right now?” YFN questioned completely baffled.

“Time to catch up.” Coyote stated simply and walked over to the bar and poured a bunch of shots for them.

……

A short time and a vast number of shots later, YFN, Coyote, Hangman and Rooster had joined the rest of the squad in various levels of intoxication. Fanboy and Payback argued over a single meatball sub they had got delivered. Rooster and Hangman made out in the corner and Coyote and Maverick danced bizarrely to ‘Push it’ by Salt ‘n’ Pepa playing on the jukebox.

Bob and Phoenix huddled together conspiring over something as YFN grabbed more drinks from the bar.

“Hey Mac. Get over here. Quick!” Phoenix shouted out tipsily.

YFN hurried over and smiled widely at them “Hey, what's up? I came as fast as I could.”

Phoenix snorted “I came as fast as I could: Title of your sex tape! Nailed it!” she shouted and put up her hand to high five Bob, but he just gazed at YFN with a dumb look on his face.

“Hey Bob. Tell Mac all that lame stuff about you said about the girl you love? Like how she’s a good pilot, how sweet she is and that she's a good listener.” Phoenix teased Bob, clearly drunk.

Bob guffawed, squared his shoulders, and didn’t blush. Looks looked like he was at confident drink five Bob. “Well what do yooou look for in a partner?” he said as he threw the question back in her face, slurring ever so slightly.

“I don't know, real stuff. Like the shape of their ass.” she shrugged.

“You know Bob Bob, rules are made to be broken. Especially the navy’s ones about fucking a co-worker. The pacific coast commander is screwing Mav. And just look at those two.” Phoenix said motioning to Rooster and Hangman as they practically dry humped in the corner, Hangman's bare ass barely covered by the hospital gown.

YFN snorted loudly as she wondered what happened to his clothes and underwear, he only went to the hospital for a sprained ankle. She turned to Bob and his intense gaze was fixed on her.

“Technically. Rules were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken.” he murmured and Phoenix and YFN argued with him by listing things.

“Uh, piñatas.”

“Glow sticks.”

“Karate boards.”

“Spaghetti when you have a small pot.”

Bob took a deep breath, his eyes searched YFN’s. “So Mac. Do you think the navy’s rule can be broken?” he almost whispered.

YFN sucked in a breath, licked her lips, and nodded. Bob was so hard to read, and she was worried he could be slipping into sad six drink Bobby.

He studied her and the tips of his ears turned red. Bob rose out of his seat without a word and walked in the direction of the bathrooms. Fuck he had such a good ass. Phoenix was right about your partner needing a shapely butt.

YFN watched him before Phoenix snapped her out of her blatant voyeurism of him. “So you’re obviously going to go after him, right?” and YFN nodded dumbly at her.

“Right. I never understood why people cared so much about their stupid friends until I got Bob. I've only had him as my back-seater and friend for a little while, but if anything happened to him, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself. Do you understand?” Phoenix said lightly threatening her.

“I understand.” YFN replied, slightly terrified of the petite woman beside her because she was sure she always carried an axe.

“Then what are you waiting for? Go get him!” Hangman encouraged, as he took a breath from having his tongue down his boyfriend’s throat.

YFN laughed. She didn’t even know they’d been listening. “Okay I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna get in there are spread my…”

“Legs.” Rooster sung out interrupting her.

“No! Wings. Spread my wings! Spread my legs?!” YFN choked out.

Rooster shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly “Well either way.”

Well he wasn’t wrong and she turned on her heel and started to walk away. “Good luck Mac!” Phoenix cheered, beer in the air.

YFN quickly moved towards the bathrooms and when she turned the corner, she practically ran in to Bob.

They stood there and stared at each other before YFN spoke. “Ah, should I do this in an accent to undercut some of the awkwardness I’m feeling?” she asked.

“No.” he said simply.

“Yep, good call.” YFN said looked at her feet before taking a deep breath. “You know how you are a real stickler for rules of all kinds…” she started nervously, and she chanced a look at him. He wore a shy lopsided smile on his face and that made her brain malfunction.

“Dat really bums me out maaan!” YFN dragged out in a stupid accent.

Bob raised an eyebrow at her. “Jamaican?” he questioned.

“Yeah, that was a bad choice. I’m much better at German.” she sighed.

Fuck it. “Bobby. God. I-I like you. Like romantic stylz. Shit. I can’t help it! I think your gorgeous and smart and funny and you have a nice butt. I c-can’t stop thinking about you.” YFN stammered out.

A wide grin broke out on Bob’s face. “I really like you too YFN. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. Inside and out.” he said confidently, his voice filled with tenderness.

YFN let out a long slow breath. He was still five drink Bob. And he liked her! They smiled at each other; eyes full of promises.

“We can just keep it light and breezy for now. See what happens.” Bob offered a suggestion on how to move forward.

“Yeah okay. That sounds good. But how do we do light and breezy?” YFN questioned, a little dazed.

“Ooh. I know a comprehensive set of rules.” he offered energetically.

YFN laughed at his suggestion “How am I attracted to you? Doesn’t matter. I am. Go.”

“Well let’s not tell anyone in the navy, so we can figure out what this is first. Although that might be tricky with the squad. I’m pretty sure everyone knows how I feel about you.” Bob mused.

“And let’s not have sex right away.” he said quietly.

YFN’s eyes bugged out of her head. She was ready to get on her knees and blow him right there now she knew how he felt about her.

“Right. No sex. Cool. Cool. Cool. Cool. Cool. No doubt. No doubt. No doubt. No doubt.” she wheezed.

Bob smiled at her rambling and stepped closer to her, put his large hands on her jaw and lowered his lips to hers in a soft kiss.

The kiss escalated very quickly. He kissed her deeply, his plump lips moved expertly with hers, their tongues tangled, and he worried her lower lip with his teeth. Fuck the boy could kiss. YFN pulled Bob’s body close to hers by the back pockets of his jeans and squeezed his full ass. She whimpered as his hard cock pressed into her belly.

“Screw it.” he whispered, and he dragged her into the bathroom, which thankfully Penny had kept clean, locked the door and pushed her against it. Bob got down on his knees and gazed up at her asking for YFN’s consent, which she enthusiastically provided. He lowered her shorts and panties and went to absolute town on her pussy with his talented mouth and fingers until she was a moaning, quivering mess.

Bob then picked her up in his strong arms and fucked her fast against the door with his hard, thick cock as he whispered filthy things against YFN’s neck until he came with a deep grunt.

“Wow. So, we ah already broke a rule.” YFN laughed dreamily, as she wiped the excess cum off her with toilet paper.

Bob blushed “Yeah. Hope it wasn't a mistake.” he murmured, but with a big dopey smile on his face as he pulled up his pants.

"Hope it wasn't a mistake: Title of your sex tape. Oh! Title of our sex tape!” YFN declared in wonder and blindly put up a hand for a high five which he returned.

They both burst into a fit of tipsy giggles. It was no mistake.

After they tidied themselves up, they exited the bathroom hands entwined and grinned like fools at each other. They turned the corner to find the entire drunken Dagger Squad just outside the entrance to the bathrooms.

“What the hell are you doing?” YFN laughed at the welcoming committee.

Maverick just shrugged and said, “I asked them if they wanted to embarrass you, and they instantly said yes.”

Phoenix smirked “I knew you had it in you Bob. You gave it to her good!”

“Oh my god.” Bob whined and put his hands over his face.

“So Bob and I talked…” YFN started seriously.

“Pillow talk alert! Set the scene. Spooning or face-to-face?” Rooster excitedly requested details.

“Roo. Please. We were in a toilet cubical.” YFN sighed.

‘Spooning’ he mouthed.

YFN ignored her idiot friend and continued “Please just keep this between us. You know Bobby loves to follow the rules. It’s one of the many reasons why I adore him.”

Bob removed his hands from his face and smiled widely at her and she winked at him.

“Toit” Hangman grunted out. “But I just discovered a new drug. It's called ‘your relationship’, and I'm high on it. Love heart eyes emoji.” he giggled.

“Bagman, I'm gonna need you to back off, man.” Bob warned good-naturedly.

“Roger that.” and he saluted him.

YFN chuckled. “So Bobby. I know you were on the heist’s winning team and all, but what do you think about taking the box of files and binders’ home with us…” she said seductively, guessing stationery and organisation was a sure-fire kink for him.

Bob moaned deeply at her suggestion and gave her a passionate kiss in front of the whole team. He grabbed her hand and quickly dragged her towards the box on the pool table.

The rest of the team laughed. Mavericks fucked up training exercise had obviously come to its conclusion, so they got ready to disperse as well. YFN barked as Penny, who had been at the Hard Deck for who knows how long, gave them all an angry stare at the mess they’d created.

They helped clean up of course. The squad would never disrespect Penny. After they were finished, Maverick said to her “I gotta go.”

Penny, hands on hips, asked him “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Maverick looked incredibly confused but gave her a kiss on the top of her head.

“No! Pay your bill you idiot. Damn. Who raised you?” she chided and shook her head admonishing him.

The group dissolved into a round of hysterics as they got ready to walk out the door and leave Maverick with the no doubt massive bill.

YFN looked at Bob who had the box in his eager hands ready to leave and she got down on her knees. “Hey Bobby. Will you go on a date with me?” she asked sweetly.

He snorted “Yes Mac. Of course I will.”

“Did you hear that? He said yes! He said yes!” she squealed as the Dagger Squad cheered.

As they stood outside the Hard Deck waiting for ubers, Rooster looked at the time on his phone and whined “Darn it. I had a belly dancing class. It was Egyptian undulation.”

“Oooh, show us some moves.” Hangman said, and encouraged his boyfriend.

“Sure.” Rooster replied excitedly and thank god their uber arrived right then and there, it saved them all from being a witness to it.

Sweet, helpful Bob left to help Coyote and Phoenix into their transport as YFN and Maverick looked on.

“Hey Mac. Do you want to know what I did on the weekend?” he asked her simply.

YFN looked confused and shrugged “Yeah, sure.”

“I was hula hooping. Ice and I attend a class for fitness and for fun.” he said pointedly.

“Oh. My. God.” she breathed in surprise.

Maverick got out his phone and showed her photos of him in lycra, spinning a rainbow hula hoop around his hips. “I've mastered all the moves. The pizza toss, the tornado, the scorpion, the oopsie-doodle.” he offered candidly.

She looked at him in wonder “Why are you telling me this?”

A twisted, smug smirk overtook his face “Because no one will ever believe you.” And he proceeded to delete the photos from phone.

As Maverick walked away and left her in the carpark, YFN’s jaw dropped. Their mentor with his weird training exercises and well-hidden taunts, was a sly fucker.

“You sick son of a bitch!” she called out. And he gave her a signature grin and flipped her the bird.

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