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mangledscrimp · 6 months ago

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Hersh 2.0!! haha hehe!! Here’s her ref!! as usual, i’ll provide facts and stuff about other characters involved with them as well! Claire n Clive mentions as well!

(Also! If anyone would like to see a diagram of anything that i’ve stated here, feel free to send an ask if you need help to see what I write visually! （＾ν＾）)

Differences between Hersh 2.0 and Regular Hersh

•Hair

Hersh 2.0’s hair is much shorter and a portrayal of how Hershel had it during her college years. The hair bump is smaller. Also, their hairs are parted differently! Hersh 2.0 has cylindrical side tuffs that create curls behind the ear. Hershel’s hair tuffs do not go behind the ears and stay intact going in front of the ear! The bottom is also to even compared to regular Hershel’s hair. It’s also a smidge darker than regular Hershel’s hair color.

•Facial Features

Hersh 2.0 has no facial hair. This is because of Claire’s vague memory of Hershel during college. During college, Hershel did indeed have facial hair by her lip and cheeks (like how she normally does) . But Claire’s memory of Hershel is too foggy to remember a detail like facial hair.

-Crow feet

Hersh 2.0’s crow feet are uncolored bumps of metal by the eyes while regular Hershel has two little lines by her eyes! (No they are not eyelashes, she is a very stressed person )

-Eyes

Hersh 2.0 has the same color eyes as the mouth, but different bulbs of course. Her eyes are much bigger than Hershel’s eyes. To make it seem more like Hershel, Claire put a light coating of black paint over them.

Facts!

- Hersh 2.0 is built to represent Hershel during college where she was once in a relationship with Claire. The age would be in the 20s.

^- The dialogue being said is something that Hershel actually said! Though, it’s not quite right. Claire uses conversations she had with Hershel from her memory to create dialogue for Hersh 2.0. She cuts out words she does not want to hear by hooking herself up to her computer and rewrites her own memory by the press of a button.

-Clive is uncomfortable around Hersh 2.0. They believe that it’s morally wrong to create something like them for a purpose of lingering on the past. He and Claire sometimes have arguments over Hersh 2.0 and how it’s not a good coping mechanism. After Claire is too ignorant to listen to any of his advice, he decides to leave it be because he knows Claire’s life is already pretty stressful. Though he does try to encourage Claire to meet new people from time to time.

- Hershel does not know Hersh 2.0 exists.

-Since Hersh 2.0 is the idealized version of Hershel in Claire’s eyes, she is very kind and helpful! Claire generally keeps her inside the Clock Shop, stocking shelves and sorting things, but sometimes Hersh 2.0 runs errands without Claire’s knowledge (at least, that’s what Hersh 2.0 thinks) and buys things that either the house or the shop needs. Unknown to them, Claire does track both Clive and Hersh 2.0. She just feels a bit anxious not knowing where her loved ones are.

-Hersh 2.0’s body is made with the same metal as the little cogs on Clive and Claire’s hats. The reason why the forearms, forelegs, partial neck, and head are different is because claire painted it to look more like Hershel!

-Hersh 2.0 and Clive’s vest are all matching with Claire’s corset!

Also, fun little idea I have!

- Des and Claire are friends online! (yes there is the internet..I plan to bring it in somehow…) They often talk on message boards relating to machinery and share their creations with each other privately.

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roosterforme · 1 year ago

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Thank you! I love how far they have come together!

Suddenly and Unexpectedly | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley gets called back to Top Gun for a special assignment. One of the members of the team has his heart suddenly and unexpectedly skipping a beat. (This is a prequel to my fic Is It Working For You?)

Warnings: Fluff and angst

Length: 2000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots! Check my masterlist in my profile for the reading order!

It was Monday morning at 8:56 am, and Bradley's steps came slowly to a halt as soon as he walked into the preflight classroom. It was the first day of his special detachment, and he was already completely distracted. You weren't even looking directly at him, but your smiling face was so stunning, he already felt like he might not be the same again after this moment.

He had just been thinking about Laura and how cute she had looked, pouting when he kicked her out of his bed late last night. But now his mind was blank, barely able to make sense of your perfect lips as you talked. He was vaguely aware that his ears were filled with a soft whirring noise, and his heart was pounding, demanding he get closer to you.

But who were you? He read your name tag, memorizing your last name. You were a lieutenant like he was, based on your insignia pins. He needed to hear your voice. As he strode closer to where you were standing, shifting weight from one booted foot to the other in a very appealing way that accentuated your hips, everyone was called to attention.

It was Monday morning, and you stood at attention in a preflight classroom filled with Admirals, Captains and even your own boss. You'd been assigned to another Top Gun project as a communication engineer. You were anchored between your friends Maria and Cam, and you couldn't help but think about how badly you wanted all of those Admiral pins on your khaki uniform someday so you could spend hours rambling on about nothing and force everyone to stand and listen to you.

Once you were finally dismissed to be seated, it was ten o'clock. You'd been standing for a full hour pretending to pay attention. You just wanted to get to work, but when you sat down facing all of the aviators, you noticed one in particular. And he was already looking at you.

Maybe you had something on your face? Or maybe he was in a daze after listening to Admiral Simpson for so long? You certainly were. Either way, he was really cute. Chocolatey brown eyes, wavy hair and a mustache that should have looked ridiculous, but did not. Not at all. You couldn't help but smile at him, and when you did, he immediately looked away. Well, so much for that.

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When Bradley arrived at the classroom absurdly early on Tuesday morning, he was the first one there besides Admiral Bates. He greeted Warlock who was looking at him with approval; he wasn't going to break it to the Admiral that he was early because he was interested in the sexy engineer, and not because he was dutifully raring to get to work. So he waited around like an idiot while a few other aviators arrived.

Bob was chatting his ear off when Bradley looked toward the door to see you strolling in with one of the other engineers. You were holding a travel mug and chatting with Lieutenant Harvey who was tall and good looking. Bradley briefly wondered if you and he were dating. Bradley had already noted yesterday that you wore no rings at all on any fingers, but you were smart and gorgeous, so there was a good possibility you were taken.

God, you looked good in that uniform. You filled it out like a dream. How the fuck was he expected to focus for the next few weeks of training? And your hair pulled up tight like that? He wanted to see if down, all messy and on his pillow. And then you smiled at him again, just like you had the day before. He forced himself not to look away in embarrassment like last time. Like a kid with a crush. So what if he was blushing like a moron, you were looking right at him.

"Good morning," you said softly as you walked past him to take your seat.

"Morning," Bradley rasped at you, and your smile grew.

Okay, you and Cam Harvey both shared the same opinion: this batch of aviators was off the charts good looking. Most of the guys were cocky as hell, and the one called Hangman kept looking at you while he flipped that stupid toothpick around with his tongue. You wanted to take it out of his mouth and throw it across the room.

But the one who was called Rooster, well... he was truly a sight to behold. He must have been over six feet tall, and he was broad and muscular. His lips and his mustache and his soft brown eyes were distracting. His wavy hair would look so good with your fingers running through it.

You needed to pay attention.

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Bradley couldn't stop thinking about you all of Tuesday night and Wednesday. He didn't have Instagram or any social media apps, and he only knew your last name, but he ended up googling what he could. He found what he thought was your instagram, but it was set to private. But from what he could see in the tiny photo that you used for your profile, your legs looked amazing.

Honestly, everything about the way you looked had taken over his mind. And he had only heard you say two words to him, but you'd completely wiped Laura's voice from his memory. He couldn't even remember what she looked like now. Definitely generic compared to you.

But now it was Wednesday afternoon, and Maverick had just asked for clarification about software output, and holy shit, you were standing up and making your way to the podium next to Mav.

"The most important thing to remember is that while this software is designed to be as flawless as possible, you'll need to devote time to checking your individual aircrafts," you said. Your voice was clear and concise with a playful undertone. You almost had a smile on your lips as you went over the procedures again while everyone listened intently.

You were smarter than him, and Bradley kind of loved that about you too.

You ate lunch with Phoenix on Wednesday, always happy to have another female to chat with. You were a little disappointed that Rooster hadn't joined her as well though. The two aviators seemed close, always sitting together when they could. Oh, maybe they were dating.

When Phoenix asked if you were single, you thought it was okay to ask her as well. You smiled to yourself when she said she wasn't seeing anyone. And then you glanced across the cafeteria and saw Rooster sitting with Hangman.

You'd found yourself cornered in conversation with Jake Seresin several times this week, and you'd had to wiggle your way out of it. Why couldn't you have been cornered by Bradshaw instead?

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Bradley walked down the corridor toward the classroom with Nat on Thursday morning. "You need to sit by me again today," she said. "We can sit up front."

He rolled his eyes. "Really wish you'd find someone else to boss around, Nat. You're a menace."

"Oh, okay, so you wanna play like that, huh?" Nat asked, a biting smile on her lips. Bradley knew he'd made a mistake as soon as he entered the classroom and saw you there. "So tell me, Mr. Flavor-Of-The-Week, how many broken hearts did you leave behind in Virginia this time?"

You were definitely within earshot, and you turned to face him and Nat as they walked past you. "Can we not do this right now?" he muttered to Nat.

Bradley could tell you were too good for him, way out of his league. But the idea of you thinking about him in a negative light made him feel sick.

But you just smiled as he and Nat walked past. He'd been dying to hear another Good Morning from you, but he'd come up short. He'd been playing that on repeat in his head, imagining you whispering it against his neck as you woke up draped across his body.

"Fuck," he muttered to Nat, who now just looked confused as she grabbed seats in the front row. He rarely had sleepovers, but he already wanted one with you.

You lectured the aviators for about twenty minutes, and at the end you took questions. Everyone was attentive and respectful as you spoke, but Hangman still had that damn toothpick in his mouth. And Bradshaw's eyes were so soft, you were having a hard time dividing your attention across the room. He was just so handsome.

Phoenix had called him "Mr. Flavor-Of-The-Week" which was totally typical for these guys. It was nearly impossible to keep their attention as they were mostly adrenaline junkies with more balls than brains. Definitely not dateable. But maybe if he was into the idea of something casual...

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Bradley was smitten, and that was a massive problem, because he'd never used that word before in his life.

He stayed late on Thursday evening and visited the archives to use one of the database computers. He was pretty sure he had heard Lieutenant Wilson call you by your first name. So he typed up as much information as he could about you into the search bar, which really wasn't much. God, he felt like some sort of lost cause or a wannabe stalker as he hit enter, but as soon as your photo appeared on the screen, his jaw dropped.

Nobody looked good in their identification photos. Nobody except you. You looked beautiful, just like you always did.

He skimmed your information taking note of your date of birth and your multiple degrees from the Naval Academy. You were a bit younger than him and a lot more educated. Did he have a thing for smart girls now? He must. That would explain a lot.

He read the rest of your page before logging out. Perhaps he had been hoping to get you out of his system, but that definitely just made things worse. And when you greeted him with another "Good Morning" on Friday, he managed to say both words back to you this time. Your smile was bright and maddening as you took your place with the other engineers.

Jake Seresin had his hand at your waist. Nobody else was around except for Phoenix. The Admirals had dismissed everyone for the weekend, and it had taken you a while to pack up all of your equipment. Rooster had hung out for a while, and you'd been sneaking glances at him, often noting that he was already looking right at you with those pretty eyes. Then he'd left with Bob, and you quickly finished packing up.

But now Jake was asking you out. No way. No way you were going on a date with any of these guys, but especially not this one. He looked like a Ken doll had come to life, and while you could appreciate that some people would love that, it wasn't what interested you. Apparently wavy brown hair and lightly scarred cheeks were your thing.

So you just shook your head. "No, sorry. I'm not interested." Then you hauled your equipment back to the lab and locked it up for the weekend.

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Saturday evening, you got yourself ready to go out to the Hard Deck with your friends. You were planning on having a few drinks and hanging out, nothing too crazy. But you'd also been thinking maybe you'd run into Bradshaw while you were there. The bar was definitely favored by the aviators.

You didn't even know what his first name was, only his call sign. But perhaps if you ran into him, you'd work up the nerve to ask him more about himself. He seemed like he might be worth getting to know a little bit better.

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GUYS, thanks for reading this "first impressions" one-shot that these two had about each other! I think this fits nicely into their timeline now, after we know so much about them! You should give Is It Working For You part one a re-read as well now, or read all of it if you haven't already!

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