#grif/reader

[snowyaika]

pairing: felix x rebel!reader

summary: you and felix became close when he joined the rebellion. when he’s gone from a mission longer than he should be, you set out to find where he really is.

word count: 2.2k

warnings: season 6 chapter 10 spoilers, swearing, symptoms of a panic attack but not actually stated, brief mention of suicide(but not acted upon), pain pain pain!, kind of an open ending, all lowercase, gn!reader, follows plot of show

notes: whew! put a lot of prompts into this one, gotta make it sting a little! keep in mind this is my first work for this fandom and for…well, anything! please please please comment your thoughts on it, hope you all enjoy :)

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“felix, rendezvous back at the ship, it’s time to let them end their war once and for all.” the radio goes quiet for a moment, the other side contemplating their choice of words.

“tie up your loose ends.”

the line cuts off with static, locus supposedly getting ready for the attack on the federal army.

it’s quiet, until a long sigh breaks through the empty room. “fuck.”

-

it’s no question that felix and you have a… special relationship. ever since he joined the rebellion, it’s as if you two just clicked.

you were one of the best in the rebellion, although you didn’t have much competition. because of your superior skill, or well, the inferior skill of others, you had trouble connecting with the other soldiers.

when felix showed up, everything changed.

like a flipped switch, you were never alone, always by each other’s side. of course, other than when he went on his own missions and when you had your own duties to attend to on base.

you two did everything together. training, dining, hell— even chores (although, he was more so just keeping you company as you were on dish duty).

eventually, things started to take a turn. training sessions and missions suddenly turned into late night walks and deep conversations in your quarters.

of course, this soon led to more… intimate moments between you both.

soon after, everyone could catch on that you two had something going on.

… or maybe it was after felix beat up a new recruit to the brink of death when he found out the poor guy was flirting with you.

nevertheless, things were going fine— perfect even. as fine as things can be during a civil war.

until everything wasn’t.

-

“felix? i thought kimball sent you out to scout the feds?”

you’re in the back of the weaponry, sharpening your knives (gifted by a certain someone) and preparing your other guns for an upcoming mission when you spotted him walking up to you.

“oh god, please tell me she doesn’t want me to tag along. i don’t know how many more bullets i can take for you.”

he let out a soft chuckle as he stood in front of you, staring down at you seated on a crate.

“oh please, it was one time. and you didn’t even get shot, it grazed your leg.” his eyes flicker down to the knife in your hand, his chest puffing up smugly.

he’s weird that way. seeing you use the knives he gifted you gave him a sense of possessiveness, as if he was staking his claim on you. you always called him a creep when he brought it up.

neither of you brought up how you never denied it.

“as much as i’d love to have you on this next mission, no, she didn’t tell me to come get you.” he clears his throat before continuing, “i just… wanted to you to see me off.”

you pause your work, staring up at him with a confused look. of course because of the helmets, he doesn’t see it, so you both stare at each other in awkward silence for a moment.

“...okay, i’ll bite. why?” you set your weapons to the side so you can stand face to face with him. “you don’t plan to die on this one, do you?” your tone has a tint of humor to it, but your body is clearly tense.

“darling, please. look who you’re talking to. you think some weak federals can kill this awesome bod? i’m offended.” he makes a pose of showing off his arm muscles, causing you to just scoff and lightly shove his shoulder.

“right. i forgot i was hanging with the strongest man on the planet,” your tone drips with faux praise, glancing behind him at the lingering soldiers giving you both cautious glances.

“i’m serious though. i just wanted to see you before i left.” he steps closer, his hand reaching for yours, his fingers brushing against your wrist. your helmet clinks gently against his like a childish kiss. everyone already knew about you two, but it’s nice to keep some professionalism in public.

“how long will you be gone?” you whisper softly, as if raising your voice would shatter the intimate moment between you two.

“not long. intel says it’ll be quick. i should be back in a few days.” he responds just as gently, all humor in his voice gone and replaced with a tone you would never hear him use with anyone else.

“okay, be safe.”

-

it’s been two weeks since your last conversation with him, and it’s safe to say you were… on edge.

you’ve been going around the base non-stop asking the same questions, where is he, what do you know about the mission he was sent on, and at some point during it all kimball summoned you herself after you snapped at one of the rookies.

“what the hell were you thinking, pulling a gun on a fucking rookie? have you lost your goddamn mind?!”

kimballs voice is loud enough to echo throughout the whole base, yet you remain unphased as she throws words towards you that are intended to hurt. you tune her out, completely uninterested in what she has to say.

your mind hasn’t been the same since he left. you can handle when he goes off on his usual missions, but when he doesn’t come back two weeks after he said he should’ve?

it’s logical for you to get a little high strung.

you let her hurl a few more insults towards you before interrupting. “it won’t happen again. am i dismissed?”

she grinds her jaw to restrain the next string of curses about to be let out, and huffs. “look, i know you’re stressed that felix is gone. shit, i don’t know where he is either, okay? but you need to get your shit together. i don’t want to see another fuck up like this again, understand?”

you only nod, turning on your heel and walking out of the building. as you make your way towards your quarters, you overhear the galaxy's greatest heroes (a bunch of lazy idiots if anyone were to ask you) talking about some sort of rescue mission to save the rest of their team.

you tense up. maybe felix was sent to go after them and got captured himself? you were willing to take the chance to find out.

pausing, you contemplate the risk of asking to join them. not because it would be betraying your alliance to the rebellion, but because hanging around with them will surely lower your chance of survival.

waving away your doubts, you walk into the building they were in. they notice you immediately, instantly becoming tense. “oh… hey there,” the yellow (orange, he always corrects you) one says.

“i want in on your little rescue mission. it’ll be wise for you to bring me along.”

they all share a look, before the teal one speaks up, “uh… sure. but why?”

-

oh my god, they’re fucking idiots.

there is absolutely no possible explanation as to how the five of you have made it this far, and you don’t plan on questioning it, instead thanking whatever god is up there that you haven’t blown your own brains out from the frustration of having to deal with their idiotic antics.

you don’t think about it any longer once they reunite with their team, your disappointment evident when you don’t see felix being one of the people among them.

for fucks sake, where could he have gone?

your question gets answered shortly after.

“...felix?”

you stand amongst the other soldiers, staring at him with a confused expression. your heart stutters in what you thought was relief, but you should’ve known better.

once the fight broke out, you were so confused. you had no idea what to do. do you shoot at him? what if it was just a huge misunderstanding? why was he with locus? there was too much going on. before you even knew it, one of the soldiers, you’re assuming one of the heroes allies, teleports your team away.

you were left behind.

following your instincts, you fucking book it and run, away from whatever the hell just happened and whoever the hell was chasing you.

not long after, because your training wasn’t that good, you’re worn out from running away, deciding to take cover behind one of the many rocky pikes surrounding the base.

you drop your gun, your hands shaking too much to hold it steady. “fuck, fuck, fuck!” you hear footsteps running past you, and you try your best to hold your breath. you didn’t know what to do, you weren’t cut out for this, you weren’t cut out for this war.

your breath is shallow as you rip off your helmet, taking large gasps of air and clutching your chest tightly to help ease the pain forming there. you couldn’t feel anything, your chest was hurting so much it numbed the pain in your legs from running.

trying to steady yourself, you count your breaths, praying that you can just calm down and keep running.

“i knew i’d find you here.”

your heart drops, and you raise your head to look up at the person approaching you. you take a deep breath to try and focus.

“felix, i thought you- what the hell is going on?” you stand up straight, starting to walk towards him. you’re so confused and you need to know if it's really him.

before you can even take a step, his gun is aimed straight at your face. “stay where you are.”

your body instantly freezes, a sudden chill shooting down your spine. “felix.. what are you doing? we can leave before they find us, stop messing with me and put the gun down!”

he doesn’t seem to listen, his gun following your head as you try to move slightly out of its range.

“you know, from the day we met, i knew i’d hurt you eventually,” he lowered his gun, starting to pace slowly in front of you.

the radio in his suit buzzes, most likely containing orders to the soldiers nearby to eliminate you immediately, but all he does is switch it off.

“i was surprised, really, how easily you opened up to me. i mean, come on, trusting a mercenary? i thought i taught you better,” he keeps the gun lowered, but you know the threat is still prominent, “and then you had to go and fall for me. you sure gave me trouble finding ways to report to command without you being on my back all the time.”

your brain lags, trying to piece together what he’s saying but you’re so deep in denial. “felix i- what are you even saying?”

“do you remember the first time we met?” he cuts you off, taking a step closer. “the first conversation we had?”

when you don’t respond, he takes pride in answering his own question, “i told you not to get too close to me. kimball said it herself– i was hired to help you guys, what makes you think you and your little crush on me could ever change that?”

it’s like a wave of ice water washes over you, and you finally come to your senses. it really is felix, and he really is betraying you.

your gaze slides down to your previously dropped gun, and as if reading your mind, he lifts his gun again towards you, “i don’t think so, darling.”

what once was a nickname that made you smile giddily, now makes your body tingle in a new feeling of discomfort.

“what is this, a lesson in not trusting people? god, spare me the act,” your words leak with newfound hatred, glaring at him as if looks could kill. “just get it over with and say you never loved me.”

your brain yells at you to not be so hostile, to start begging for your life, but you’re stubborn.

just how he taught you.

your comment takes him by surprise, the grip on his gun faltering slightly. he quickly recovers, tightening his grip and aiming it at you with a new sense of justification. “don’t make me kill you.”

you let out a scoff, “what, going to shoot me? go on, do it.”

after a moment of silence between you both, and still no sound of a trigger, your eyes narrow at him, “don’t have the balls to do it? you don’t need me to call locus over, do you?”

he lets out a low growl, but still makes no move to pull the trigger. letting out a sigh, you lean back on your heels. if you were going to die now, you’d at least like one of your questions answered.

“what was going through your head when i told you i loved you?” you try to sound like you don’t care, like him betraying you didn’t feel like a fucking train wreck, but you can’t help the unsteadiness in your voice.

“that i wish you never had trusted me.”

you see his finger twitch on the trigger, and you look up to the sky.

as much as you hated the feds, they had a pretty damn good view.

[heaven-s-black-box]

Valhalla- Wash x Fem!Ex-Freelancer!Reader

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Recovery date: August 14th, 2023

Description: ok i probably wont actually have 20, but my first req: wash x reader (could be during or post freelancer) where they're trying to hide their relationship, but failing miserably

Notes: This entry was recovered as an early draft of the previous entry found here.

Word count: 843

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Agent Washington— or Church, as Caboose keeps calling him— is a man of mystery. He is a strong, brave ex-freelancer on the path to redemption. He is the new blue team leader, and a pain in the red’s side. There is no denying, in Tucker’s begrudgened words, that he is fucking awesome. I bet he gets so many ladies, the self proclaimed sword wielding badass had grumbled as he sat in captivity at red base.

One of the red’s few wins since Church’s demise on Sidewinder.

Not that it mattered, Wash single handedly recaptured the man; before being informed that he needed to negotiate the prisoners return and was not, in fact, allowed to just steal him back. That’s what makes it fun, Simmons insisted.

Wash’s ensuing confusion, his brow furrowed and mouth opening and closing as he tried to find words, was the least composed the reds and blues had seen him. In Y/N’s opinion, sitting on the edge of the blue Vallhala base and watching the impromptu truce, it was adorable.

“But… that’s not how war works,” Wash said, voice strained in confusion.

Simmons and Tucker face palmed.

“Ya, but- You know what, it doesn’t matter,” Simmons huffed. “Let’s make a deal, you can steal back captured team mates, if Y/N joins our team.”

“Wait, what? When did I become part of this?”

“Well if Mr. Ex-Freelancer here gets to steal back blues, we need someone to help us take back our guys from them!”

“Sería bueno tener alguien con quien hablar,” Lopez said. (It would be nice to have someone to talk to)

“Lopez is right!” Sarge nodded.

“Oh, esto va a terminar mal.” (Oh, this is going to end poorly)

“We can’t take Y/N-”

“Eso no es lo que dije.” (That is not what I said)

“Because if we did, the blues would be at a disadvantage!”

“You know what,” Wash sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

Sarge ignored him, continuing on, “But maybe… we could use her as bait to capture Washington! You know, it’s like those fairytales-”

“I love fairytales!” Donut cheered.

“The knight in shining armor,” Y/N raised a brow and smirked as Sarge stiffened in fear, though he clearly wasn’t deterred as he continued, “saves the princess from the tower!”

Caboose gasped, “Are we playing make believe? I love playing mak-”

“Okay, everyone shut up! I’m sorry for ruining your ga-war. I will no longer steal back team members, now can we please end this conversation?”

“Jeez, what’s got you so cranky? Y/N not suck your dick this morning?”

“Lavernius!” Y/N scolded.

Agent Washington was a man of mystery, a complete badass, and Tucker had never seen the man so flustered before. He was even redder than when he’d switched armor in the freezing cold of Sidewinder; and Sarge had made a few cracks that he should join the red team. 

“I-Wha-wha- That was completely inappropriate!” Wash spluttered. “I-I’m going for a walk.”

He pulled his helmet out from the crook of his arm and yanked it over his head, letting out a faint ow as the force hit him, and starting marching off towards the wall.

None too quietly, Grif announced that everyone should steer clear of that direction for the next few hours.

Wash had just settled against the wall as Y/N approached, splitting off from the reds on the way back to their base. She was out of armor, finding it more comfortable as she healed from her Meta inflicted injuries, letting Wash admire her fond smile. He’d noticed that she smiled more often now…

“When Caboose told me about you,” he started as she came to lean against the wall beside him, “I wasn’t sure what to think. The woman he told me about, Y/N, she didn’t sound like the Agent Michigan I knew.”

He unclipped his helmet and set it down, resting his cheek on his knees as he looked up at her.

“Ya… I guess they kind of rubbed off on me. You probably felt the same way I felt watching you and the Meta work to-” A red spot on the side of Wash’s head caught Y/N’s eye. “Wash move!”

Without hesitation, Wash dropped to his side and rolled away from the wall as a shot went off. Y/N dove into a forward roll, grunting in pain before scrambling behind Wash as he got to his feet.

The reds and blues had come out of their bases by now, looking round for where the shot had come from.

“Well… it’s good to see some things don’t change,” Carolina teased as her camo deactivated and her armor stood out against the gray rocks.

Y/N peaked over Wash’s shoulder as the reds and blues came running over, guns drawn and yelling.

“Carolina?” The two ex-freelancers asked.

She crouched down, paying no mind to the reds and blues that were left discussing amongst themselves.

“I hate to interrupt your honeymoon, but I need your help to find the director.”

[writingwarden]

CAPTURED

Sarge X Medic Reader

Summary- What should've been a simple supply run became much worse.

[A/n]- SARGE! Not many fics about him out there, I am going to personally change that. Lets hear it for our favorite DILF! (Or would it be GILF?) Feedback is Always appreciated!

Tw- assault [head injury], torture [mildly graphic], death, canon typical violence [Please let me know if I missed any!!!]

It should’ve been any old supply run :Get in, grab what's on the list, get out. Simple enough right? Wrong, oh so wrong. You should’ve known when you got paired up with Sarge and his team of lieutenants that something was bound to happen. See now, you had a small crush on the eccentric Colonel and unbeknownst to you, so did he. He could never tell you because he just didn’t know how. He was only a few years older than you so why did it still feel so weird? Neither of you truly knew. 

But back to the present, you guys had reached your destination; a small abandoned town from before the war. Winter’s barren nature had overtaken it. This run had to be extra cautious because you were warned of recent pirate activity in the area. Keeping that in mind you had left to search an abandoned pharmacy. It was half way through when the sound of other vehicles pulling up were heard nearby. 

Sarge radios his team to tell them to hurry what they’re doing and get back in the vehicles. Normally he would just fight them if it came to that but you were with them and he also didn’t need any more casualties in this stupid war. Most of his team were teens for heaven's sake. When he didn’t hear you respond with the rest he opened a private channel to try and reach you. “Hey get back to the vehicles, a bunch of space pirates just popped up nearby. I told everyone to just finish what they were doing and get ready to leave. Ain’t worth the trouble.”

 “Yeah I’d love to do that but I’m pinned at the moment,” you whispered into the comms while peeking over the shelving into the aisles, “Seven pirates searching for you guys. I’m going to try and sneak past them.” Moving behind another shelf you made your way towards the emergency exit. Once you made it to the door you radioed Sarge again,“I’ve made it out, be ready for-” when you were knocked over. 

“Oh no you don’t.” sneers the pirate standing over you. Crouching down next to you he spoke, “Tell your little Colonel goodbye.” Then he brought the butt of his rifle down on your temple. The world went black.

Back in the vehicles was a panicked Sarge. He wanted to rush to you but he couldn’t risk the others and the cargo. Frustratedly he orders the group back to Armonia with nothing but you and revenge on his mind. He’d get you back no matter what.

Meanwhile, you awoke being dragged into what seemed to be a wounded tent. Using quick thinking you sent your location to the first person on your contacts, which happened to be Simmons. And then they stripped you of your armour and forced you to tend to their wounded soldiers. After you had finished with the last man they dragged you to another tent; cuffing your hands behind your back the torture began. Stabbing you with different blades, holding your head under water, or sometimes they’d just hit you with their fists. Almost everything in the boom to try and get you to talk. You weren’t even sure why they thought you would have information. But your favourite being when they had carved ‘WASTE’ into your stomach.  But you just would not break. Sure you’d scream and you had cried, but in the end you had told them nothing. Oh and how they hated that. Eventually they left you alone, loudly talking about what was for dinner and how they’d hunt down and kill the rest of your squad if you didn’t talk by tomorrow. One had asked another why they were ordered to keep you alive. That puzzled you. Was the order from the mercenaries?

After they had left you had plenty of time to think. You were too hurt to attempt an escape and you didn’t know where they put your armour. It was unlikely that a team would come for you despite your distress signal to Simmons. 

“That’s war” they would always say, “not everyone makes it back.”

Hell, they probably already had your replacement setting up. That kinda hurt but what hurt more is that you’d never see your friends again, and you’d never be able to tell the Colonel how you felt about him. If you had ever worked up the courage anyway. You’d never be able to hear his stupid rants again or be able to watch him teach the others how to shoot. Those were your favourite days, for a man of his age and with some of his more permanent wounds, he moved like he was 15 years younger. Sometimes he’d offer to teach you since you didn’t seem to be much of a fighter. Perhaps now that you look back on it you should have taken him up on those offers. Because look where not being able to defend yourself very well got you. 

You weren’t sure how much time had passed when you heard the sound of gunfire outside. Two pirates burst inside and grabbed you. Not caring that they were making your injuries worse, they dragged you out and you tried to make sense of what you were seeing. Simmons and Agent Carolina were barreling through pirates. You hadn’t even noticed how many there were in the camp. And then you heard it, the sound of a shotgun being racked back. Looking around for him as they continue to pull you to a car you spotted him take down a pirate in the way. 

“Sarge!” you cried out, trying to catch his attention. His helmet spinning around towards the noise. And then the pirate who had been in charge of getting information from you made the absolute worst decision of his life; He punched you. Right in the stomach in an attempt to shut you up. You cried out, the blow having reopened the word carved there, causing blood to pour out. 

Sarge was so relieved to see you were still alive. And it was his name you had called out! And then the fool had hit you and the blood began to flow out of you. There are no words to describe the rage he felt. Nothing could stop him from reaching you. He smashed through the idiots who dared try and stop him, ignoring the calls of his teammates. Upon seeing him the two dropped you and ran for the cars behind them. 

“Agent Carolina, You see those maggots running to the cars? I want those ones personally.” He didn’t wait for her response, knowing she’d do it for him. And he was right, a blur of blue speeded past him. Knowing that was taken care of he dropped to your side. Shielding you with his body. “Where did they hurt you? Talk to me please.” He pleaded with you.

All you could manage to do was pull up what was left of your undershirt, exposing what they had done. Sobs escaped you and part of you felt pathetic for crying in front of your superior.  People like you didn’t get to cry.

“Who did this to you.”

It was not a question. It was an order.

And then you heard footsteps and dragging. The freelancer had taken down the group. You heard Carolina radio for Dr. Grey to be ready, she was holding the men who had done it to you, one in each hand. You shakily pointed to the one on her right and Sarge's vision followed your finger to the culprit. 

“You hurt ‘em?” he asked while standing up. 

“No I didn't, I swear! You gotta believe me!” the man pleaded. Looking back to you, asking the silent question and you nodded. 

“Get rid of that one, this one's mine.” Looking at Carolina.  You looked away and flinched when she took her pistol. She put a round through the ones on the left skull. 

Taking the knife Simmons was already holding out for him, he planned on repaying every favour. But, he didn't want you to see, So he asked Grif and the guys who had now caught up with them to get you in something warmer and away from this place. 

They took you to a pelican where Doctor Grey had decided she was personally going to help you. She rambles on and on about how you are so strong and how it's obvious that you like the Colonel and Just confess already dammit! Grif got a laugh out of that one and if you could move he'd be very harmed. 

A few moments later he and Agent Carolina arrived back on the pelican. Sarge being uncharacteristically quiet, no quip about how he saved the day or about how all pirates are dirtbags. You kinda missed it, but it was very clear he had a lot to think about. He didn't say a word the entire ride back. When you landed they rushed you immediately into a hospital room to further assess your injuries. He never would tell you about how he paced in the visitors lounge or about how he didn't sleep until he knew for sure you were stable. 

When he finally did visit you it was alone. He sat in the chair beside your bed and took off his helmet. You could never get tired of seeing that face. If only he knew. And then it happened, he spoke.

"I am so sorry for not getting there sooner." It was quiet, soft in a way you did not know he knew how to speak. 

"It's not your fault," you said, moving to grab his hand even though the movement hurt terribly, "Nobody could've known they would ambush us. Speaking of which, are the others ok? Did they make it back?" 

He let you sit up before saying anything. "They all made it back in one piece. I- we came as fast as we could thanks to your quick thinking, that is." He looked at you and you couldn't place the emotions in his eyes. He looked so tired. You wondered when the last time he slept was. 

He looked away, like he was trying to find what to say. So you took your chance, "Listen, Sarge after what's happened I learned that I should say what I need to say  more often. That I might not know if I'll regret it or not till it's too late." You take a deep breath. Preparing yourself for what you're about to say. "I really like you. Like, romantically and this is not how I imagined any of my confessions going but, it is what it is now. And I understand if you don't want to-"

"I like you too."

"W- what? Really?" 

"I was just too much of a coward to admit it. I mean, I am a few years older than you and." He explained, like he just hadn't shattered and rebuilt your world in a sentence. Your head was spinning, trying to grasp what he just said. Instead of responding you motioned for him to lean in closer. And when he did you grabbed both sides of his face and kissed him. He froze for a minute before returning the kiss.

It was everything you dreamed of. Careful of your injuries he pulled you closer, deepening the kiss. And when you had to stop for oxygen he put his forehead against yours. "I'll always be here." He said in a whisper. 

"I know" was all you could really say. And you know he meant every word. 

[yanderes-galore]

Yandere! Halo Red vs Blue Masterlist

Sarge

- Yandere! Sarge Concept (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere! Sarge with Medic! Darling (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Dick Simmons

- Yandere! Dick Simmons Concept (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Dexter Grif

- Yandere! Dexter Grif Concept (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere Alphabet - Dexter Grif (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Franklin Delano "Donut"

- Yandere! Franklin Delano "Donut" Concept (Romantic/Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Leonard L. Church (The Alpha)

- Yandere! Leonard L. Church Concept (The Alpha) (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere Alphabet - Leonard L. Church (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Michael Caboose

- Yandere! Caboose Concept (Platonic/Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Lavernius Tucker

- Yandere! Lavernius Tucker Concept (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Mark Temple

- Yandere! Mark Temple with Freelancer! Darling (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Projection - Yandere! Mark Temple Short (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Agent Florida

- Yandere! Agent Florida/Butch Flowers Concept (Romantic/Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Agent South Dakota

- Yandere! Agent South Dakota Concept (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Agent Texas

- Yandere! Agent Texas Concept (Blood Gulch Era) (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Anomaly - Yandere! Agent Texas Scenario (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Agent Maine/The Meta

Sharkface

- Yandere! Platonic! The Meta Concept (Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Agent Carolina

- Yandere Agent Carolina Concept (Freelancer! Reader/Darling) (Romantic/Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere! Sharkface with Freelancer! Darling (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Felix

- Yandere! Felix with Medic! Darling (Romantic/Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Locus

- Yandere! Locus Prompts 46, 51, 58 (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Omega

- Yandere! Omega/O'Malley Concept (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Multiple Characters

- Yandere! Locus vs Agent Washington (Romantic - Rivalry) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere! Simmons vs Grif with Blue Team! Darling (Blood Gulch Chronicles) (Romantic - Rivalry) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Blue Team Relations - Yandere! Platonic! Caboose Short (With some Yandere! Church) [Platonic (Caboose)/Romantic (Church)] [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere! North vs South Dakota (Romantic/Platonic - Rivalry) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

[ripr4]

Doc: Is it still visible? Where Johnson slapped me?

Grif: Your face looks like a don't walk signal.

Clayton: Your face looks like a photo negative for the hamburger helper box.

Tucker: A palm reader could tell Johnson's future by looking at your face.

Sarge: The phrase 'talk to the hand cause the face ain't listening' doesn't work for you, because the hand is your face.

Doc: ...A simple 'yes' would've sufficed.

[satanswolfcut]

I don’t know why anyone believes anything Casca, Guts or Griffith say about relationships. Like none of these people have ever had a hug since childhood (and even then that might just be Casca) that didn’t cause them to question why this person is doing this, and what it means. 

Guts fully believing Griffith during the Promrose speech? Completely tracks. Guts doesn’t believe he is special, and openly questions why he is ever treated remotely as such by Grif, so no shit he’s gonna believe his bestie trying to talk a big game to a princess.

But the reader believing Griffith in that moment? I mean come on. By this point we know that Griffith acts irrationally for Guts, and that his words mean much less than his actions. He will continue to say there no reason to save Guts, but then plan around the mans actions, and basically sacrifice himself for him. He comes back from important meetings with nobles once he has the news that Guts and Casca are okay so he can see them. 

Not to mention that like 6 chapters after the Promrose speech you get Casca backstory, and her explaining what Griffith has done for the army.

 How can anyone believe anything that Griffith has said when he’s just putting up a front to try and avoid being vulnerable. Like talk about falling for his act I guess. 

[worstqueerbaittournament]

Submission list

organised by @kindalikerackham (THANK YOU)

This is a list of all of the submissions. It will be updated continuously. Italics are still being decided in the polls, crossed out have been decided on “no”, bold have been decided on “yes”

By character name (or ship name if given)

Akira Kurusu and Goro Akechi from Persona 5 Royal

Alix from Miraculous Ladybug

Allison and Patti from Kevin Can F**k himself

Anna and Marnie from When Marnie was There

baron draxum and master splinter   rise of the tmnt 2018

Batman and Joker/ Bruce and John Doe from Batman Telltale

Beca and Chloe from Pitch Perfect

Beca from Pitch Perfect

Betty and Veronica from Riverdale

Blake Belladonna and Yang Xiaolong, aka Bumbleby from RWBY

Blitzen and Hearthstone from Magnus Chase

Buck and Eddie from 9-1-1

Chad/Ryan from High School Musical

Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr (aka Professor X and Magneto) from anything X-Men

Cory and Naveed from Ackley Bridge

Dani Ramos and Grace from Terminator Dark Fate

Darling Charming and Apple White from Ever After High

Dean Winchester

Destiel

Drs House & Wilson from House MD

emma woods/emily dyer from identity v

Faberry from glee!(Rachel Berry + Quinn Fabray)

Fuffy, faith and buffy from Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Finn and Poe from Star Wars

Firestar and Greystripe from Warriors

foot clan lieutenant and brute  rise of the tmnt 2018 

Ginji Amano & Ban Midou from GetBackers

goro majima and kazuma kiryu -  Yakuza/Ryu Ga Gotoku

Grif and Simmons from Red vs. Blue

Hannibal and will from Hannibal tv show

H.G. Wells and Myka Bering from Warehouse 13

Hikaru Sulu from Star Trek Beyond

hypnopotamus and warren stone  rise of the tmnt 2018  

Ineffable Husbands from Good Omens

Jade and Bella from Rainbow High

Jade and Tori (Victorious)

Jake Peralta (Brooklyn 99)

Jane Rizzoli and Maura Isles from Rizzoli&Isles TV series

Janis from Mean Girls

Jeremy and Michael from Be More Chill

Jess/Jules from Bend It Like Beckham

Johnathan Harker and Dracula from Dracula (Netflix)

Johnathan Harker and Dracula from Dracula (1897)

Juleka and Rose from Miraculous Ladybug

Julian Bashir and Elim Garak from Star Trek: Deep Space Nine

Jun and Tatsuya from Persona 2

Kaoru Nishimi and Sentarou Kawabuchi from Kids on the Slope (Sakamichi no Apollon)

kanji/naoto from persona 4

keith and lance from voltron

Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk from Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint

klavier and apollo from ace attorney

L and Light from Death Note

legolas and gimli from lotr

Legoshi and Louis from Beastars

leo and adam from tatort saarbrücken

lightcannon, Jinx and Lux from league of legends

Loki from The Loki show

Luca & Alberto from Luca

Luigi and Bowser from the Mario movie

marc and nathaniel from miraculous

Masumi Itachi from blue flag

Matsuoka rin and haru from Free!

Max from Miraculous Ladybug

Mel and Naomi from Vermonia

merthur (merlin and Arthur from the BBC show merlin

Milo and Bisco from Sabikui Bisco

Mobius and Loki from the Loki show

nana komatsu/nana osaki from nana

narumitsu - Ace Attorney

Naruto and Sasuke

Newt and Hermann from Pacific Rim

Nina and Lily from the movie Black Swan

Peggy Carter & Angie Martinelli from Agent Carter

Quentin and Eliot - The Magicians

Ravenpaw and Barely from warrior cats

Raya & Namaari from Raya and the Last Dragon

rei and nagisa   from Free!

Sam and Max

Sam and Bucky from The Falcon and the Winter Soldier

Sherlock and John Watson from BBC Sherlock

Sherlock and Moriarty from BBC Sherlock

Shiro and Adam from voltron

shiro and keith from voltron

sophie and agatha from The School of Good and Evil

Spirk (Spock and Kirk) from Star Trek  The Original Series

Spirk (Spock and Kirk) from Star Trek  the reboot movies

Sterek  (Stiles and Derek from Teen Wolf)

Steve and Bucky from Captain America

Steve McGarrett and Danny Williams from Hawaii 5-0 (the 2010 version)

stiles stilinski from teen wolf

Supercorp! Lena and Kara from Supergirl!

Superman and Batman from the DCEU

SwanQueen (Regina Mills/Emma Swan from Once Upon a Time)

Sylvie from Loki

Thiel and Boerne from Tatort Münster

Thomas & Newt from the maze runner

troy barnes and abed nadir from community

wednesday and enid from wednesday

Yumihisu (Ymir x Historia Reiss) from Attack on Titan

yu/yosuke from persona 4

Zari and Charlie from Legends of Tomorrow

Zoro and sanji - one piece

By Property:

9-1-1 - Buck and Eddie

ace attorney - klavier and apollo

Ace Attorney - narumitsu

Ackley Bridge - Cory and Naveed  

Agent Carter - Peggy Carter & Angie Martinelli

Attack on Titan - Yumihisu (Ymir x Historia Reiss)  

Batman Telltale - Batman and Joker/ Bruce and John Doe

Beastars - Legoshi and Louis

Be More Chill - Jeremy and Michael

Bend It Like Beckham - Jess/Jules

Black Swan - Nina and Lily

blue flag - Masumi Itachi

Brooklyn 99 - Jake Peralta

Buffy the Vampire Slayer - Fuffy (faith and buffy)

Captain America - Steve and Bucky

community - troy barnes and abed nadir

DCEU - Superman and Batman

Dracula (1897) - Johnathan Harker and Dracula

Dracula (Netflix) - Johnathan Harker and Dracula

Ever After High - Darling Charming and Apple White  

Free! - Matsuoka rin and haru

Free!-  rei and nagisa 

GetBackers - Ginji Amano & Ban Midou

Glee - Faberry (Rachel Berry + Quinn Fabray)

Good Omens - Ineffable Husbands

Hannibal (tv) - Hannibal and will

Hawaii 5-0 (2010) - Steve McGarrett and Danny Williams

High School Musical - Chad/Ryan 

House MD - Drs House & Wilson

identity v - emma woods/emily dyer

Kevin Can F**k himself - Allison and Patti

Kids on the Slope (Sakamichi no Apollon) - Kaoru Nishimi and Sentarou Kawabuchi

league of legends - Jinx and Lux

Legends of Tomorrow - Zari and Charlie

Loki show - Mobius and Loki

Loki show - Loki

Loki show - Sylvie

lotr - legolas and gimli

Luca - Luca & Alberto

Magnus Chase  - Blitzen and Hearthstone

Mario Movie - Luigi and Bowser

Mean Girls  - Janis

Merlin (BBC) - merthur (merlin and Arthur)

Miraculous Ladybug - Alix

Miraculous Ladybug - Juleka and Rose

Miraculous ladybug - marc and nathaniel

Miraculous ladybug - Max

nana - nana komatsu/nana osaki from

Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint - Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk

Once Upon a Time - SwanQueen (Regina Mills/Emma Swan )

one piece - Zoro and sanji

Pacific Rim - Newt and Hermann

Persona 2 - Jun and Tatsuya

persona 4 - yu/yosuke

persona 4 - kanji/naoto

Persona 5 Royal - Akira Kurusu and Goro Akechi

Pitch Perfect - Beca

Pitch Perfect - Beca and Chloe

Quentin and Eliot - the Magicians

Rainbow High - Jade and Bella

Raya and the Last Dragon - Raya & Namaari

Red vs Blue - Grif and Simmons

Rise of the TMNT 2018 - baron draxum and master splinter

Rise of the TMNT 2018 - foot clan lieutenant and brute

Rise of the TMNT 2018 - hypnopotamus and warren stone

Riverdale - Betty and Veronica

Rizzoli&Isles TV series - Jane Rizzoli and Maura Isles

RWBY - Blake Belladonna and Yang Xiaolong, aka Bumbleby

Sabikui Bisco - Milo and Bisco

Sam and Max - Sam and Max

Sherlock (BBC) - Sherlock and John Watson

Sherlock (BBC) - Sherlock and Moriarty

Star Trek AOS - Spirk (Spock and Kirk)

Star Trek Beyond - Hikaru Sulu

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine - Julian Bashir and Elim Garak

Star Trek TOS - Spirk (Spock and Kirk)

Star Wars - Finn and Poe

Supergirl - Supercorp! Lena and Kara

Supernatural - Dean Winchester

Supernatural - Destiel

Tatort Münster - Thiel and Boerne

tatort saarbrücken - leo and adam

Teen Wolf - Sterek  (Stiles and Derek)

teen wolf - stiles stilinski

Terminator Dark Fate - Dani Ramos and Grace

The Falcon and the Winter Soldier - Sam and Bucky

The Magicians -  Quentin and Eliot

the maze runner - Thomas & Newt

The School of Good and Evil -  sophie and agatha

Vermonia - Mel and Naomi

Victorious - Jade and Tori

Voltron - keith and lance

Voltron - Shiro and Adam

Voltron - shiro and keith

Warehouse 13 - H.G. Wells and Myka Bering

warrior cats -  Ravenpaw and Barely

Warriors - Firestar and Greystripe

wednesday - wednesday and enid

When Marnie Was There - Anna and Marnie

X-Men (any) - Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr (aka Professor X and Magneto)

Yakuza/Ryu Ga Gotoku - goro majima and kazuma kiryu

[adenthemage]

[crashes in with a wholeass questionnaire]

💌 ⇢ how many unread emails do you have right now?

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

🐚 ⇢ do you like or dislike surprises?

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

-- Trauma :)

HI TRAUMA 💜💜💜

💌 -> sweats. Like. Cumulatively? Cuz I think between all my email addresses it's easily over 2,000

🍄 -> thinks way too long for ships that I like. OKAY GRIMMONS. So, my pal Galaxy and I have had this concept for Red Team Spanish Club where the only members are Lopez, Locus, and Grif, right (Donut thinks he counts but he also thinks his spanish is better than it is.) I feel like Simmons would get a little frustrated at not being able to tell what Grif was talking about with the others, and would try to learn spanish just to join in. It could be considered a romantic gesture, but they both know he just didn't want to be left out. (The way he reveals that he's been learning is by asking Grif "ever wonder why we're here?" but in spanish)

🍬 -> this will get me bitten in certain circles but. I think the "bad dad Goku" thing is a compelling character beat for him. I get that most proponents of the idea mostly use it to bash him, so I understand the frustration. But I think you learn a lot more about a character in their failings, and I think it makes sense for Goku to struggle to meet expectations in this facet of life, given his own unusual upbringing and his sometimes cheerful obliviousness. I also think it adds an interesting layer to his familial relationships that could be really fun to explore.

Actually, I think in general a lot of those next gen "the previous protag is not a great parent turns out" tropes can be really interesting. The problem is that oftentimes those narratives don't explore it in the way it's begging to be explored, so audiences come away feeling the character they love has been disrespected. But that's just my two cents.

🏜 -> I love when people point out little details they caught, and especially if there's an implication they read into for it, intended or not! But any and all comments are beloved!

🐚 -> I like surprises! As long as it's not a sudden schedule change loL

🧩 -> reader inserts are an instant no from me, deeply sorry reader insert writers 😔 Related, but I also have a hard time with first person for whatever reason. I can and have read some very good ones, but it's a lot harder to get into them for me. If there aren't enough paragraph breaks so it's a wall of text, I struggle to get through that, too. I am too adhd for that lmao

[texas-hates-taxes-too]

RvB characters and what taylor swift albums I think they'd like

I know people generally don't like TS but I dont care anymore 😭

Carolina: I just really think she would be a Folklore girlie. Although she doesn't quite relate to it, there's something about Seven that makes her want to cry. She listens to Mad Woman on repeat but her actual favourite is Hoax

Church: pretends his favourite is Reputation but really it is Midnights. He's also quite partial to Debut. Favourite song is Karma. He gets really annoyed when he hears people dissing Dear Reader but refuses to say anything.

Wash: everyone expects Wash to like Reputation, but his actual favourite is Speak Now. He has good taste, Speak Now has no skips. His favourite is Better Than Revenge, but he also really likes Innocent

Sarge: OBVIOUSLY his favourite album is Red. He refuses to listen to anything else. The only song from another album he has heard is Maroon and only bc Simmons literally begged him to listen to it

Simmons: 100% evermore fan. He tried to get into folklore too but just wasn't as into it. Favourite song is Tolerate It. No Body, No Crime is also a guilty pleasure

Grif: 1989!! Also really likes Folklore and it lowkey bothers Simmons bc occasionally grif will offhandedly mention the Themes™ and Simmons hates that Grif knows more about something than him. Grifs favorite song is Out of the Woods

Donut: everyone expects his favourite to be Lover but HE is the real reputation girlie. He does love Lover too though. He can't choose a favourite song bc he loves them all equally but maybe if he had to choose? Don't Blame Me

Caboose: Lover boy <3 He isn't actually very good at knowing what album each song is from so if asked he'll just say he likes all of them. It just happens to work out that the ones he listens to the most are Lover songs. His favourite is Its Nice to Have a Friend

Lopez: Debut. No explanation he just likes that one.

Doc: incapable of picking a favourite, he loves all the albums the same

Tex: she never listened to any of the albums after Debut and Fearless. Favourite song is Picture to Burn. She refuses to sing the updated lyrics

Tucker: I almost forgot him. He says he doesn't like any of the albums but really it's bc he's the biggest fan out of all of them and he doesn't want to accidentally admit this so he just pretends to not know any of the songs. Slipped up one time when when carolina caught him humming The Lakes

[bloodgulchblog]

You guys missed out on my Grif era, and it's an exercise for the reader to determine whether or not that's a dodged bullet.

[snowyaika]

Hi! Can i have prompt 21 from fluff/humor category? I have this idea about Grif being jealous of fem!RedTeam!reader friendship with Bitters. Like they get on very well and Bitters might even have some crush on reader, but Grif have unspoken feelings for her too and that is making him jealous and upset.

Gosh, I hope it doesnt sound weird.

Thanks for your works!!!

prompt: “are you jealous? want me all to yourself, do you?”

pairing: grif x redteam!reader, slight bitters x reader

summary: ever since you’ve been recruited into the new republic to save the rest of your team, you’ve gotten awfully close to bitters. grif doesn’t approve of the new friendship you two have made.

warnings: fem!reader, swearing, mutual pinning, tucker not being able to read the room, terrible communication skills!!!, all lowercase

word count: 1.2k (short but sweet!)

notes: thank you so much for the request!! it really means a lot <3 not my best work but i enjoyed making it nonetheless! let me know what you guys think :)

-

“simmons, i’m telling you, she’s basically in love with him! she hasn’t left his side since he treated her to the dining hall!”

“grif, the food is free here. he wasn’t paying for anything.”

“maybe she likes cheap guys! i’m cheap! i could take her to the dining hall and we’d have a great time!”

“i think we need to re-evaluate your idea of a good time with a woman…”

the sound of their conversation travels through the cave as they make their way to the training grounds, supposedly to give their ‘orders’ to the new team they had to look after.

tucker, caboose, and the other lieutenants are already there once they arrive.

you and bitters arrive shortly after, walking side by side. you’re laughing at something he’s saying, and grif’s scowl deepens.

“see simmons? in love.”

you see grif as you walk closer to the group and brighten instantly. “grif! god, do i have a story for you! you wouldn’t believe what bitters just told me!”

simmons cringes inwardly when he sees grif tense.

maybe this was a bigger issue than he thought.

-

“–and then wash came in! you should’ve seen his reaction!”

“uh huh.”

“god it was so funny!”

“i bet.”

“and then bitters–”

“yeah okay, i get it. he’s funny. is that all?”

you give him a confused smile. “uh..what?”

“i just don’t see why you have to talk about him all the time! it’s not like we see him every day!” you’re left shocked as he continues, “if he’s so funny, just go hang out with him instead!”

“grif wait-”

before you can even get another word in, he’s storming out of the building to god knows where.

probably the mess hall.

“…the fuck is his problem?”

-

“and then he just stormed out! can you believe it?” you’re seated on the floor of the training ground, having just finished an intense drill led by wash.

“what’s up with him?” bitter replies, seated next to you.

“i wonder if i did anything to make him mad? we’ve always been on good terms… what could’ve set him off?” you lean back on your hands, looking up at the ceiling, “i did eat some of his food at the mess hall a few days ago.. maybe that’s it?”

“could be,” he feeds, sounding uninterested in the topic.

“but we always share, that can’t be it!”

“does it really matter?”

you turn to him, a small frown on your face, “what do you mean? of course it matters!”

“i mean, do you really think he’s going to stay mad at you? he’s too lazy to hold a grudge.” bitters looks at you with a small smirk, “plus, you have me. isn’t that enough?” he sounds a bit nervous.

“yeah… i guess you’re right. hopefully he gets over whatever he’s mad at soon.”

-

“dude, what the fuck is his problem?” tucker is sitting next to simmons, watching grif stare daggers into the back of bitters head as you and him laugh at another table in the mess hall.

“he thinks she likes bitters. i’m trying to tell him he’s imagining things.” simmons sighs and takes another scoop of food. he's been dealing with this all weak, he needs a break.

“what? no way, she does not have the hots for bitters, of all people.”

grif perks up, looking at tucker, “why? did she say something?”

“what? no, it’s obvious. come on guys, it’s bitters. he’s lazy, boring, and never does anything he’s asked!”

“…”

“…”

“w-what? why are you guys staring at me like that? am i wrong?” all grif does is groan, turning his head to stare at you again.

“nice job, idiot.” simmons mutters.

“okay, not my fault,” tucker puts his hands up defensively, “but still, she totally doesn’t like him. i know when a chick likes a guy, trust me.”

“how can you even tell?”

tucker starts to list examples off on his hand, “if she likes him, she’ll spend all her time with him, find everything he says funny, and probably share intimate details about herself with him.” as he speaks, your laugh is heard again.

grif abruptly stands up, walking over to where you’re seated.

“…”

“…”

“i’m glad i’ve never had to ask you for any advice.”

“shut up.”

-

your gaze has secretly been set on grif the whole time, perking up when he stands and walks over to you. he stops on the opposite side of the table, a look of determination in his eyes.

“grif! what’s up? everything okay?”

“can we talk?” he pushes out, his fingers twitching slightly.

“uh yeah! of course!” when you make no move to get up, he narrows his eyes at bitters.

“alone.”

bitters lets out a small scoff, frowning. you’re confused as you stand up, following grif out of the mess hall, waving to tucker and simmons on the way out.

tucker gives a mock salute and simmons mouths ‘good luck’.

what’s their deal?

you follow grif out as he leads you to the side of the building, turning on his heel and facing you. it’s silent for a moment.

he takes a deep breath, before talking, “i’m sorry i’ve been… avoiding you lately. i’ve had a lot of stuff on my mind and i haven’t been the best… friend to you.”

you smile, just happy that he’s talking to you again. “it’s okay. did anything happen? i was worried i did something.”

he gulps before continuing, “seeing you hanging out with bitters all of the time, doing stuff we always do, made me a bit upset, i guess. i didn’t–don’t– like seeing you with him.”

your head tilts, not picking up on the cue he was giving you. you chuckle softly, “what, are you jealous? want me all to yourself, do you?”

“yes.”

“i–oh– what?” your tongue twists, you feel the tips of your ears burn.

“i’m saying i like you, and i hate seeing you with bitters. he’s trying to take you away from me.”

your mouth gapes open, completely shocked from the turn of events, “you… like me?”

“since the first time we convinced simmons his non-existent cat died.”

you’re left standing there speechless, your mouth twitching before it breaks out into a huge smile, “seriously?”

“look, if you like bitters, i won’t get mad. i just need to have a long talk with hi– oomph!” he’s cut off when your arms wrap tightly around his shoulders, crushing him in a hug.

“you have no idea how long i’ve been waiting to hear that!”

“i-what?” he’s the one left speechless now as you let go, staring deeply into his eyes.

“i like you too! i have for a while.”

grif freezes, staring at you in shock, “r-really? you aren’t messing with me?”

you give a confused smile, “messing with you? are you kidding? i was so scared that i was being too obvious around you! don’t even get me started on tucker’s advice–”

his lips smash against yours, hands coming up to rest on your jaw. your eyes widen, but you get over your shock quickly as you kiss him back slowly. it’s clumsy and awkward, teeth clashing and accidental nose bumping. it’s the best kiss you’ve ever had.

slowly, as if not wanting to, your lips part from each other. his eyes flutter to yours, a nervous smile stretching on his face.

“to make up for lost time… how about we skip training and head back to your room? i found out where these guys store their emergency rations.”

you press your lips against his, smiling through the kiss. you pull away, winking, “i’ll go distract kimball.”

[heaven-s-black-box]

Alone Time- Wash x Fem!Ex-Freelancer!Reader

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Recovery date: August 13th, 2023

Description: ok i probably wont actually have 20, but my first req: wash x reader (could be during or post freelancer) where they're trying to hide their relationship, but failing miserably

Notes: This entry was recovered in conjunction with @cabooty, we thank them for their contribution.

Word count: 879

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“Wash.”

The ex-freelancer’s face scrunched up in annoyance as Y/N’s warm breath hit his face; he turned his face a bit further into the pillow and tightened his hold on her. They were squished together on her small cot in the second bunk room of Valhalla.

“Wa-ash,” she sang, this time closer to his ear.

Her hands ran up his back and began running carefully through his hair, working out any small tangles from the night. Washington relaxed his hold around her and slowly pried his eyes open.

His eyes were a bit glassy from sleep, and he blinked slowly as he tried to focus on Y/N’s face.

“Hm, don’t call me that,” he muttered, dropping his head into the crook of her neck.

She sighed, a fond smile settling into her face as she whispered, “Good morning David.”

“Much better.”

“Dork,” she laughed.

---

“Hey, Caboose?” Tucker called as he stepped onto the overlook of their base.

Caboose stopped swinging his feet and looked back over his shoulder.

“Ah, good morning Tucker! Can you make me breakfast?”

“I thought Y/N would have made you breakfast.” He took a seat next to Caboose, leaning back on his hands. “Actually, I haven’t seen her yet.”

“Oh, that’s because she and Church are having alone time.”

“Church? Oh, right… Chur- Wait, what do you mean alone time?”

“Alone time. You know, where I go play outside the base and they stay inside the base. Ya, when we first met Agent Washington they would have alone time all the time… Church would always get sick when that happened, and then we would go explore!”

Tucker opened his mouth to pry a little more, but was interrupted by Sarge.

“Hey blues!”

Tucker let out a long groan, rolling his eyes, and looking down to find the whole of red team in front of their base. They, unlike blue team, were armored up and looked ready for combat; minus Grif who kept swaying like he was falling asleep.

“Dude, no attacks before eight!”

“It’s eight O’one!” Simmons yelled.

“But I haven’t had my breakfast yet!” Caboose complained. “And we aren’t allowed to interrupt alone time, Church said Agent Washington and Ms. Y/N would be very mad if I did.”

“Oh… Well then uh… we’ll be back in an hour.”

“Wait, why are you just accepting this?”

“Son, this ain’t our first rodeo with Agent Wash-” Caboose’s lips began to quiver and his eyes started getting glassy. “Church,” Sarge corrected himself.

“What about Wash?”

Tucker and Caboose whipped their heads around as Y/N stepped out onto the roof, still in her sleep wear and with two MREs in hand. She handed one to Caboose and apologized for taking so long, and came to stand between him and Tucker.

“He stole our flag!” Simmons yelled, changing topics.

“Well, you know the rules… what are you gonna give us?”

She dropped to a crouch, elbows resting on her knees as she ate her breakfast.

The reds started grumbling amongst themselves.

“You know, they really need to start making surrender speeches before they walk across the canyon,” Tucker muttered. He side eyed Y/N. “So… you and Wash?”

Y/N coughed, spitting out some of her food, and scowled at Tucker.

“What makes you say that?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Alone time? You really thought Caboose would keep that to himself?”

After a bit of grumbling to herself, Y/N responded, “I mean, you’re just now finding out about it.”

“Alright!” The blue’s turned back to the surrendering reds. “We have decided that in exchange for our flag, we will babysit Tucker and Caboose.”

“Wait, that sounds like-”

“Deal!”

“Hang on, you’re just giving them prisoners AND their flag!”

“Oh my god! We’re having a playdate! Y/N! Y/N! Can we stay the night?”

“No. Wash and I will pick them up at eighteen hundred, and then you can have your flag back.” She turned to Caboose. “Go back your bag.”

“Yay!”

“Look, if you want alone time I’ll make myself scarce, but please don’t send me over there with him,” Tucker groaned.

“I trust you to babysit him more than any of the reds, just make sure he doesn’t kill anyone. Now get going.”

Begrudgingly, Tucker headed back into the base to grab his stuff. It wasn’t long before he and Caboose stepped out of the ground level and followed the reds back to their base, Tucker flipping Y/N off as he left.

“Where are they off to?” Wash asked, joining Y/N outside in full armor.

“Red base. The reds wanted their flag back in exchange for leaving us alone… I thought it was a good deal.”

Taking off his helmet, Wash frowned in confusion.

“So you gave them prisoners in exchange for giving them their flag back?”

“I’m giving them their flag back in exchange for a date night, er, day.”

“But I just got this armor on,” Wash huffed, squinting off into the distance as a small explosion went off.

“Well,” Y/N hummed. “I can always help you take it off.” A smile forced its way onto Wash’s face as he hung his head with a soft laugh. “By the way, Tucker knows now.”

“God damn it.”

[secretlystephaniebrown]

3, 9 and 11 for back to prison and come on home

Back to Prison

3: What’s your favorite line of narration?

Weirdly for me, the one that immediately comes to mind is actually the closing of the fic!

But, tentatively, he puts one foot in front of the other, and moves out of the tunnel, following Tucker and Carolina into the harsh, blinding light of day.  

9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

Mmmm kind of? I wanted to write a "Wash, still evil, hanging with Felix and Locus" thing for a while before actually coming up with Back to Prison. I wrote some snippets over the years, most notably something that was like... a fun "what if the brainwashing in PMGITG worked" thing that I remember sending to @saltsanford WAY back... and probably a few other random bits, but I incorporated a lot of them in some way or another into the fic itself!

11: What do you like best about this fic?

Oh I loved getting into Wash's head. Wash is genuinely such a fun character to write from, and this was a fun, angsty, introspective thing, and also Tucker really worked in this fic in a way I often worry about with him.

Come on Home

3: What’s your favorite line of narration?

There’s the familiar cocky asshole. The one who not only has all the cards, he’s stacked the deck, so he knows what cards you have.

9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

Nope! This one was very straightforward.

11: What do you like best about this fic?

I earnestly loved doing the Grif, Locus, and Kai dynamic! It was just delightful.

Reblog if you are a fanfiction author and would like your readers to put one of your fic titles in your ask + questions about it

[jossyreadssmut]

≪ ❈ Finding The Forward ❈ ≫

by Jane Handler

↝07Nov24

❈ https://books2read.com/u/4jpP6v

❈ 𝗚𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗹𝘆 𝗛𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘆 𝗣𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗿𝘀

❈ 3 Goals For 3 Holes

❈ 𝗙𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗔𝗹𝗽𝗵𝗮

❈ MMMMF

❈ 𝗛𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗠𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗢𝗺𝗲𝗴𝗮

❈ Hand Necklaces

❈ 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗢𝗺𝗲𝗴𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲

Verity

≫ 𝙈𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙞𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙚, 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙛 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨.

❈ I’ve been raised on stories of soulmates and happily-ever-afters, causing me to yearn for a 𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙠 and 𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙜𝙖 of my own.

❈ But I've been told over and over that no one wants an 𝙖𝙡𝙥𝙝𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 like me. Not that I know how to be one.

≫ 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙂𝙧𝙞𝙛.

❈ On what feels like the worst day of my life I find Grif, the sexy, giant forward, in my airplane seat. The connection between us is molten. If he wasn’t a beta, I’d swear he was my scent match. My soulmate. 𝗠𝘆 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗴𝗮.

≫ 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙯𝙯𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙞𝙢.

❈ The chemistry between me and the rest of the 𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙠 is just as hot. There’s Jonas--a tattooed, blue-haired, 𝙖𝙡𝙥𝙝𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧; Dean--a huge 𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙜𝙖 𝙜𝙤𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙚 with a thing for bread; and even AJ--a well-dressed, grumpy, 𝙖𝙡𝙥𝙝𝙖 𝙞𝙣𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙚𝙧.

❈ I want to be Grif's 𝙖𝙡𝙥𝙝𝙖. I want them all. But can I face my past and alpha-up?

≫ Finding the Forward, Part One, is the first half of a why choose omegaverse hockey romance duet. It’s m/m/m/m/f, and ends on a cliffhanger with an HEA in part two.

Add to your TBR: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/214485506

#findingtheforward #hockeyverse #janehandler #omegaverse #hockeyromance #sportsromance #whychoose #whychooseromance #foundfamily #femalealpha #alpharomance #possessivebookboyfriend #booktok #booksta #readthisbook #kindleunlimited #99cents #romancebooks #romancereaders #omega #alpha #omegaverseromance #readers #handnecklace #mustread #ContemporaryRomance #preorder #coverreveal #comingsoon #booksale

@janehandlerauthor

[the-book-wyverns-lair]

≪ ❈ Finding The Forward ❈ ≫

by Jane Handler

↝07Nov24

❈ PreOrder

https://books2read.com/u/4jpP6v

❈ 𝗚𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗹𝘆 𝗛𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘆 𝗣𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗿𝘀

❈ 3 Goals For 3 Holes

❈ 𝗙𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗔𝗹𝗽𝗵𝗮

❈ MMMMF

❈ 𝗛𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗠𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗢𝗺𝗲𝗴𝗮

❈ Hand Necklaces

❈ 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗢𝗺𝗲𝗴𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲

Verity

≫ 𝙈𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙞𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙚, 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙛 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨.

❈ I’ve been raised on stories of soulmates and happily-ever-afters, causing me to yearn for a 𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙠 and 𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙜𝙖 of my own.

❈ But I've been told over and over that no one wants an 𝙖𝙡𝙥𝙝𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 like me. Not that I know how to be one.

≫ 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙂𝙧𝙞𝙛.

❈ On what feels like the worst day of my life I find Grif, the sexy, giant forward, in my airplane seat. The connection between us is molten. If he wasn’t a beta, I’d swear he was my scent match. My soulmate. 𝗠𝘆 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗴𝗮.

≫ 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙯𝙯𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙞𝙢.

❈ The chemistry between me and the rest of the 𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙠 is just as hot. There’s Jonas--a tattooed, blue-haired, 𝙖𝙡𝙥𝙝𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧; Dean--a huge 𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙜𝙖 𝙜𝙤𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙚 with a thing for bread; and even AJ--a well-dressed, grumpy, 𝙖𝙡𝙥𝙝𝙖 𝙞𝙣𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙚𝙧.

❈ I want to be Grif's 𝙖𝙡𝙥𝙝𝙖. I want them all. But can I face my past and alpha-up?

≫ Finding the Forward, Part One, is the first half of a why choose omegaverse hockey romance duet. It’s m/m/m/m/f, and ends on a cliffhanger with an HEA in part two.

Add to your TBR: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/214485506

#findingtheforward #hockeyverse #janehandler #omegaverse #hockeyromance #sportsromance #whychoose #whychooseromance #foundfamily #femalealpha #alpharomance #possessivebookboyfriend #booktok #booksta #readthisbook #kindleunlimited #99cents #romancebooks #romancereaders #omega #alpha #omegaverseromance #readers #handnecklace #mustread #ContemporaryRomance #preorder #coverreveal #comingsoon #booksale

@janehandlerauthor

[self-indulgentnonsense]

Oreos and Mario Cart Grif x Reader

So this has been sitting in my drafts since...2017? It was mostly finished, except for the last paragraph or so. I’m still not satisfied with the ending, but whatever. This blog still gets attention and I feel guilty for being on indefinite hiatus so here you go. I’m like 90% sure this was for a prompt or an ask or something but I can’t find it. Enjoy~

Admittedly accepting any kind of challenge from the single laziest member of the Red Army was a pretty bad idea. Grif wasn’t one to make a bet unless he was absolutely sure he was going to win, especially when it involved food. However you were also a force to be reckoned with and after being deprived for six months you were damn well winning those oreos. How he managed to get them way out in this godforsaken canyon was beyond you but that wasn’t important. What was important was that they weren’t going to be his for much longer, not if you had anything to say about it.

Plopping down on the beat up couch – the only one in red base – you watched as your adversary fiddled with the television. You were so ready for this. In fact, you were born ready. Once Grif finished up he joined you on the couch, handing you a controller with a smug look on his face.

“Ready to lose?” He drawled, clearly not taking you or your very intimidating game face into proper consideration.

“Ready to hand over those oreos?” You shot back, getting nothing but a snort in response. The game was finally up and running and the familiar music brought your attention back to the task at hand and away from your lazy friend turned enemy. As mature adults there was really only one way to settle this: Mario Cart. How you got it is just another unsolved mystery – though your personal theory is that HQ just wants to keep you happy enough so that you’ll leave them alone until you all eventually die either at the hands of the blue team or, more likely, in some horrific yet comical accident. While you were contemplating the vast mysteries of Blood Gulch, Grif had made it to the course selection screen.

“So, you wanna do Coconut Mall?” He asked, lazily glancing your way.

“Are you kidding?” You scoffed. “Rainbow Road obviously, we settle this like men.” That of course earned an eye roll, though you could tell he was trying not to smile. The man was surprisingly good at keeping a straight face but you were a pro at seeing through it. For a second your thoughts began to drift but the instant that count down appeared you were all business. Those oreos were yours.

It was a hard race, as expected. Despite your comments and bravado you weren’t particularly good at Mario Cart and Rainbow Road was pretty universally the bane of every racer’s existence. Grif fell off almost immediately while you shockingly managed to stay on the track for a good bit, only to fall off yourself as you laughed at his misfortune. That was how things went until the last lap. Then things got serious. Grif had somehow managed to pull into the lead even though he had spent just as much time getting airlifted back onto the track as you did. It was getting towards the end and you could see his icon creeping closer to the finish line on the mini map. As things stood the only thing that could keep you from losing was some sudden cataclysmic event, like an earthquake, or a power outage or…or a blue shell. As you were considering your options (with controller theft being at the top of your list) you had driven through an item box and had been blessed by fate with the most devious and dreaded of items.

Glancing to your right you quickly checked to see if Grif had noticed your good fortune. There was an intense look of concentration on his face and you almost laughed, it being so unusual and all. The idiot hardly ever put any effort into anything. Still, it looked like he hadn’t noticed what you had just picked up. Grinning, you focused your attention back on the screen while periodically glancing at Grif, waiting for the opportune moment to use your secret weapon. Just as he started looking particularly smug you jumped into action, sending your spikey blue denizen of hell hurtling towards the unsuspecting racer. Your grin got even wider as you saw his eyes widen in horror and his character get sent spinning, recover, and then immediately drive off the edge, allowing you to pass him and cross the finish line. A string of curses left your now very disgruntled compatriot’s mouth as you proceeded to get up and strike the most melodramatic pose you could think of.

“You know,” you choked out, “they used to tell me I wouldn’t amount to anything, but look at me now.” Wiping away imaginary tears you dramatically gestured towards the TV, maintaining your composure for a few more seconds before breaking into hysterical laughter. A disgruntled Grif reluctantly presented you with your prize. You were tempted to keep this pristine package of glorious cookies to yourself, but you knew he’d spend the rest of the day sulking over this if you did. And in the end, you liked him far too much (and found sulky-Grif far too annoying) to deprive him.

“C’mon, we’ll share them” you said, giving him a little peck on the cheek as you walked past him and towards the kitchen area. For a second you worried that he was going to sulk anyway, until you heard him begin to follow you. And order you to get the milk, “or else”. The man took his cookies seriously, and you seriously loved him for it and all his other ridiculous quirks. And not even Mario Cart could come between that.