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Q&A Corner: Autobot Base

Wanted to try and clear some of my inbox before moving on to the next phase of the story. (long post warning)

It's gotta be Bumblebee, tho he and Wheeljack are chill. The Dinobots trust everyone inherently because they are the strongest and also a little stupid.

Jazz is like, just as cautious as Red Alert, but instead of getting anxious and paranoid he stays cool and relaxed about it. He's keeping just as close an eye on the Decepticons roaming the base as anyone, you just wouldn't know it if you didn't know Jazz. And everyone knows Jazz.

I get a lot of asks about random characters, and I cant really draw all of them, but I like the idea that Cosmos is chilling at some amusement park. Kinda like in EarthSpark, but like consensually haha. I bet he's great with kids.

They're divorced. Ratchet didn't approve of his malpractice and Pharma didnt approve of his personality.

No one will ever find out what happened between Starscream and Cryak if Starscream has any say in it. And he won't refuse a spark exam, it just gives him anxiety and he has a hard time with them. He'll do it but he might have to hold someone's hand.

I don't think it hurts to roll around in vehicle mode, but it's possible it hurts when transforming. Bumblebee can join the chronic pain gang.

Probably my fault, not my best writing if I have to be honest. The dialogue in that comic didn't quite get across what I wanted, I cringe a lot when I look back on it lmao;;; (Also yes best not to touch him or stand too close)

Well Bee is the Autobot leader and Starscream thinks himself the Decepticon leader, so it makes sense they'd work together. Prowl, Jazz, and Red Alert def notice something else going on there and are torn between wishing Bee would be just a little less trusting of the war criminal and hoping this is doing some good for Starscream.

I actually love when fics explore this. I don't think the Autobots are perfect or anything, I'm sure there is still animosity there for sure, but the leadership doesn't rely on fear to maintain power and I think the contrast wouldnt be lost on Starscream. If nothing else it puts into stark contrast just how far Megatron has fallen (heh heh).

Yeah Megatron isnt doing great after coming back online. I think the coneheads left specifically because he started taking it out on them in lieu of Starscream. I don't think anyone wants to be there anymore but it can be really hard to leave. Soundwave is still loyal, he can sense the nuance of what's going on inside Megatron and it makes it hard to turn his back on one of the most important people in his life.

I'm certainly going to try (it's a canon event!)

That would be so very cute, but it wouldn't happen haha.

Of course he misses them, but he's a big boy, he wont cry (maybe in his sleep).

They didn't know he was there. Fireflight got lost and they kinda just stumbled across Thundercracker's house while out looking for him and started bothering him.

I think we all could use a break and a nap mayhaps...

They barely know each other, like coworkers that work on different floors of the same office building.

I'm sure he knows there's a difference. Probably doesnt realize they're cats and not, idk, a bear or something. He didn't really pay attention to Earth creature taxonomy until very recently.

Sunstreaker doesnt feel bad about it because I dont think he had full intention of killing an unarmed incapacitated mech. He was more using intimidation to keep Skywarp from warping out and attacking him, he totally woulda killed him at that point, or at least tried to. Skywarp doesnt hold it against him tho, it was war, it happens, he prolly woulda killed him back if given the chance.

Skywarp also hasn't seen or spoken to Thundercracker since then. Skywarp was really really mad when Thundercracker originally defected from the Decepticons, and he doesn't really understand why Thundercracker wont talk to them. It's complicated. He also just hasn't really thought about going to see him. Keep in mind they've been with the Autobots for a little over a year, so not a very long time.

It's fun how many people were worried for Swindle. I can at least say he didn't really deserve it this time. Man's out here thriving under capitalism but Megatron needs his combiners.

Soundwave is of average size, Megatron is just huge! Soundwave and Starscream are the same size.

They didn't lose Soundwave, they know where he is. They can go visit him any time. And no one has to take care of them, they're full grown adults haha. Honestly, the Autobots are used to them spying on them in their walls, they're probably just like "at least they're running around out in the open where we can see them now."

I think the only other notable one is Defensor. I don't have any plans to include Defensor.

No thanks, that's weird. :P

Stay tuned!

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Hii, I was wondering if I can request a Drew Starkey fic, were the reader and Drew Starkey do Truth or Drink interview together, like how Madelyn Cline and Madison Bailey did, and they’re baicly flirting the whole time and the chemistry is just so good, and yeah. I hope you have a great day!!!

Y/n Y/l/n and Drew Starkey play Truth or Drink

Pairing: Drew Starkey x fem!reader.

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A/n: Changed the blog's name a few days ago! Hope you guys stick around 🙂

Genre: suggestive fluff

Warnings: suggestive comments, flirting

Word count: 0.7k

The rules were simple: ask your partner an uncomfortable question. They either answer it… or take a shot.

You were seated across from Drew with a tiny table between you both, cluttered with cards, shot glasses and just enough alcohol to make bad decisions feel fun.

“Alright,” the interviewer smiled off-camera. “First up, just for the people at home, who are you two and how do you know each other?”

Drew leaned forward, his smile already smug. “I’m Drew… Y/L/N.”

You rolled your eyes, grinning. “And I’m Y/N… Starkey, I guess.”

The crew laughed. Drew looked over at you, eyes gleaming with that familiar mischief. “Y/N, care to answer the question?”

You turned to the camera with a grin. “Before we played enemies on Outer Banks, I actually crashed into his car on the way to the audition.”

“No way,” the interviewer said. “I thought that was a fan-made rumor.”

You both shook your heads. “I wish it was,” you laughed. “But hey…great icebreaker. Also, great way to get someone’s number. Highly recommend.”

“Don’t say that,” Drew groaned, laughing. “Car crash statistics are gonna spike next week.”

You giggled as he reached for the first card. “Alright, Y/N,” he said, holding it up like a threat. “Might wanna fill that glass.”

You groaned, pouring your shot. “Here we go…”

Drew smirked. “What’s something I do that annoys you?”

You paused. “We’ve lived together.”

He added quickly, “With other castmates too.”

Your eyes met his, thankful for the quick assist. “Yeah, during the pandemic. So I know his darkest secrets, like, blackmail worth material,” you teased, looking toward the crew. “Is this PG-13 or…?”

“As clean as you can keep it,” the producer said.

“Right.” You took the shot. The crew erupted with laughter.

“That bad?” Drew asked, amused with his eyes a little wide.

It was a mix of things, really. He used to narrate his scenes in his sleep which was terrifying but quickly became comforting and he also had a habit of singing off-key very early in the morning which made you want to smother him with a pillow but now, it was your favorite kind of concert before breakfast, even better when it was a duet. Then, when you became a couple, it was the moaning while eating food you cooked, the walking around half naked when your A/C broke and the dirty talk he didn’t realize he was doing, muttering “Fuck, you look hot” even when doing mundane things, all things making you horny 24/7.

You gave a coy shrug. “I’ve grown to love it, I swear but some stuff just isn’t for the internet. I’m protecting your legacy, Starkey… even if I do love seeing you in the mornings.”

He smirked. “You love seeing me all the time, admit it.”

“I plead the fifth.” You reached for a card. “Okay. Who would you want to be stranded on a deserted island with?”

Drew didn’t hesitate. “I’d say Chase… but we’d be dead in a day and a half, he doesn’t like to cuddle and he’s mean when he’s hungry.”

You snorted. “He refuses to cuddle?”

“He does, so I’m picking you.”

“Of course.” You grinned. “You ever seen The Blue Lagoon?”

His eyes darkened slightly and he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “That one shot got to your head quick.”

“About time for a remake, don't you think?” you teased. “It’s a classic. Sand, sun, morally confusing tension…”

“Sounds familiar,” he mumbled, eyes locked on yours.

“Yes, it does…let’s see,” You looked away, cheeks hot and grabbed another card but Drew beat you to it. 

“If someone wanted to date me, what would you warn them about?”

You turned toward the camera. “Well… he’s a big guy…he eats a lot.”

He cocked an eyebrow. “Eats a lot?”

You smirked. “Like… a starved man, especially certain… things.”

The crew howled with laughter. Drew leaned back in his chair, grinning wide. “What kind of things, Y/n?” he asked innocently.

You made a show of thinking. “Mmmm…tacos?”

More laughter erupted while Drew filled your shot glass and his. “Good save but for that one we’ll drink together.”

“Cheers to tacos,” you said, clinking glasses, both knocking them back in unison.

When the round wrapped up, the producer leaned in. “Final thoughts, what was it like playing Truth or Drink together?”

“Great for me,” Drew said, shooting you a look. “Y/n?”

You giggled, cheeks flushed and eyes warm. “I think we need a ride home but I had a really good time,” you added, looking at Drew with a smile that didn’t need translating.

He smiled back. “Yeah. Me too…in the mood for some tacos?”

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State of Grace | r.a.

Rhett Abbott x teacher!reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: None

Author's Note: This came to me in a dream (like all the best fics do). Once again, I am nothing if not painfully self-indulgent.

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“Miss?”

There’s a pause, and she looks up from her grading to the classroom doorway –where two junior boys and a senior stand awkwardly. Taking off her glasses, she beckons them inside with a welcoming smile.

“Hey boys, what do you need?” She asks, leaning back in her chair. 

The boys shuffle awkwardly, shifting their weight back and forth like they don’t know what to do with their energy. Her brow raises as she waits; the three are her students and they’re usually a lot more…forthcoming with whatever they’re going to say or do. The senior –Remington, bless his heart –pulls out a folded up piece of paper and hands it to her.

It’s a club sponsor document.

“You’re gonna have to be a little more specific on what you’re asking,” she says, watching the three closely.

Remington nods, squaring his shoulders some. “Principal Cornswete says if we can get a teacher to sponsor our club, we can start a rodeo club.”

“I thought we had the show team already?” She asks, looking over the document now.

One of the juniors –Andrew –speaks up next, “Yeah, but they’re too formal. Lots of rules, and you gotta try out. We want a club that anyone can be in, like even if we’re bad.”

“Commendable,” she murmurs, nodding a little as she sets the paperwork down. “You three understand I know next to nothing about rodeos, right?” She points out, looking up at the three of them now. 

“Yeah, yeah, we know –you’re from the big city of L.A. and don’t know anything about cowboys and horses,” Trace, the other junior, jokes. She gives him a pointed look. “You don’t gotta do anything, miss. Just sign the paperwork and let us use your classroom for meetin’s. And if we go to any shows, you gotta be there too. We have someone who said he’ll coach us and stuff.”

“And who is that?”

“Rhett Abbott,” the three say all together, and they all look ridiculously proud of themselves for it. 

She’s lived in the small town for two years now, having gotten tired of the constant headaches and lights of Los Angeles. Plus, her parents had moved out here as soon as she graduated college and had a nice little farm on the edge of town. It made sense for her to come out here, and give it a shot. And with the cost of living out here being so much cheaper than California, she could actually afford a nice house on a little acre of land that’s just hers. Teaching in a small town doesn’t pay great –teaching in a big city didn’t pay great either, honestly –but her savings looks much nicer in Wabang than it did in Los Angeles.

However, in the two years she’s lived in Wabang, she’s heard the name Rhett Abbott plenty of times. Usually they weren’t great things; how he’s trouble, or always getting into fights at the bar. He’s got a chip on his shoulder and seems to thrive on casual over commitment. The single teachers talk about how handsome he is, but how he can’t be trusted unless you want your heart broken or venereal disease (which feels so mean to say, honestly).

Not that she really knows Rhett Abbott –she doesn’t. They’ve met twice, technically; once when her parents introduced her at the local diner when she first moved to town. Then when Perry and Amy brought over a little welcome basket to her house. Rhett had joined them, but he stayed quiet in the back, just sort of watching the whole interaction like he didn’t want to be there. After that though, she’s only interacted with him in passing –hello’s at the grocery store, nods if he holds the door for her at the bank or the diner. But nothing meaningful. 

“Why are you asking me to sponsor you?” She finally asks, looking between the three with narrowed eyes. 

“Uh…,”

“Well, ya’see…,”

Remington rolls his eyes. “Rhett said to ask the prettiest teacher to be our sponsor. So we asked you.”

“That’s so inappropriate,” she quickly argues, shaking her head. “You understand that, right?”

“You asked,” Remington countered, shrugging some. “C’mon –please? It’s not like you’ll have to do anything! We’d do all the work, and I think you get paid to sponsor us!”

There’s a moment of hesitation, then she gives a defeated sigh. But before she lifts the pen to sign the paper, she points at the three of them. “I do this, and you three better start putting in the effort in class too. You’re barely skating by –you especially, Remy. You need my class to graduate and you’re at risk of not. I’ll do this if you promise to get your work handed in, and you actually try from here on out. Understood?”

There’s a chorus of yes ma’ams and she finally gives in, signing the document. Remington snags it from her with a triumphant grin, and the three boys practically run out of her classroom. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she shakes her head.

“I’m gonna regret this,” she mumbles to herself, sliding her glasses back on and sighing.

To their credit, the boys were right.

In the three weeks she’s been their sponsor, she hasn’t had to do anything more than let them use her classroom before school on Fridays to hold their meetings. Which, honestly, aren’t really meetings and are more just the original three boys and a handful of other students –boys and girls –talking about the practices they’ve had all week with Rhett. However, she likes that they’re excited, and her boys have been doing better in class, so she’s definitely okay with listening to them talk about what they plan to practice on Monday. 

“We have our first unofficial official rodeo next weekend,” Trace tells her this morning, sitting on the desk. “Rhett got it set up for us, and we’re goin’ to make it a fundraiser for the club so we can get better gear and stuff.”

“Well that’s great,” she says, and she means it genuinely. “What do you need me to do? I can sell tickets or print up flyers –,”

“Both of those!” Andrew interrupts with a frantic nod. “We definitely need ya to help with the tickets. Principal Cornswete says students can’t handle money. And I don’t have a printer at home but I made some cool flyers online. I can send them to you.”

“I can definitely do that,” she promises with a nod. The bell rings to release them to the first period of the day and she calls after them, “Don’t forget you have a quiz on Monday!”

However, Monday rolls around and all three boys are out. Which is strange, because she knows she saw them in the morning. Trace and Andrew are in her 6th period, and Remington’s in her last period. And none of them showed up to class. 

Actually, the three of them did not show up to class Tuesday or Wednesday, either. 

She’s seen them on campus, and they’ve been in their other classes –she’s asked. But they aren’t making it to her class suddenly, and she’s getting a bit annoyed. Especially when she puts in grades, and they’ve missed enough that their grades are tanking again. It's clear they are actively avoiding her in the hallways when they are at school –so they know they’re busted. 

By Friday, all three have missed class every day –and none of them show up to the meeting. The other club members show up –most of them, at least. But the ring leaders of the operation are mysteriously missing in action, and she’s not thrilled.

“Heather,” she says, sitting down on the desk in front of the sophomore girl. “Where are Trace, Andrew and Remy?”

Heather gives her a look of panic. Like she’s considering if she needs to rat out her friends or cover them. But Heather is a good kid, and she caves with a sigh. “Ugh, I’m sorry, miss. They told us not to tell you –they’ve been skippin’ to go practice earlier with Mr. Abbott.”

She hums a little bit, looking at the other five students who have shown up. They’re all sophomores, except for one –a freshman –and are looking at her like they’re afraid she’s going to blow. But she just smiles, and dismisses the club for the day. Promises she’ll see them this weekend at their first rodeo and she’ll have everything ready for tickets at the gate. After all, just because those three are being lousy students doesn’t mean they all are. 

Rhett slaps dust off his jeans and calls over to the boys to start wrapping things up, but they’re dragging it out like usual. Remington’s taking an extra run through the barrels, Trace is still messing with the ropes, and Andrew’s sitting on the fence pretending to look busy. He’s about to holler again when he suddenly hears:

“Get your butts out here. Right now.” 

She’s walking up to the gate with her hands on her hips, voice sharp enough to cut through steel. He recognizes her as soon as he catches the green glasses on her face –hard to miss those. Helps she’s the newest face in Wabang, even after two years too. 

Though, he realizes she must be the club sponsor too because the boys scatter immediately. Remington curses under his breath, knowing he’s been caught. Trace and Andrew scramble behind the bleachers like hiding will do them any good.

Rhett winces. He throws his hands up from the other side of the ring. “What the hell are you doin’? You still have to –,”

“Mr. Abbott, I highly recommend you come here as well.”

She doesn’t yell, but somehow it’s louder than anything else at the fairgrounds. Her tone is clipped, controlled, and for a split second, he’s not sure whether to admire her or run for cover. Maybe both.

He makes his way across the ring, brushing grit off his palms and trying not to look like a kid sent to the principal’s office. She’s standing there like a force of nature –chin high, gaze steady, not an ounce of hesitation in the way she looks at him. Rhett swallows, throat dry. He jogs across the ring and gets there just in time to see all three boys line up in front of her like they’re on the chopping block. Their heads are ducked, shoulders hunched. Guilty as sin.

Ah, hell. 

“You went against our agreement,” she says, pointing at the boys like her hand is a weapon. With how the boys are looking at her, it might as well be.

“But, miss –,” Remington starts.

“Nope,” she cuts him off, before he can even get a proper excuse out. “I told you three I’d only do this if you stayed on top of your school work. You skipped my class every day this week.”

Rhett’s head snaps to the boys. “You did what?” His voice comes out louder than he means. His fists curl without thinking. They look at him like they hadn’t expected him to take her side. Which, frankly, insults him a little.

“Oh, hell no.” His voice is sharp, sharper than he means it to be, but damn if that doesn’t light him up inside. He turns to her, fast. “They told me they had permission to come out early. I wouldn’t’ve let’em out here if I knew they were lyin’.” His voice softens, though he doesn’t necessarily mean for it to. “I’m sorry.”

He does mean that. She hardly knows him –probably knows the worst, honestly –but he wants her to believe him. Wants her to see that he’s not just some fool letting kids run wild. 

Something shifts in her expression. Not much. But enough. “It’s…it’s not your fault,” though her tone stays sharp as she turns back to the boys. “All three of you are failing my class as of today. You three missed several assignments, a quiz, and the introduction to a project. How is it fair that you three get to do this show tomorrow, when you’ve skipped class all week, while your other club members have been in class and are doing their work?”

Rhett stands beside her, arms crossed, watching the boys squirm. But part of his attention stays on her. The way her voice doesn’t shake. The way she looks each of them in the eye. She’s not bluffing, not hiding behind some title or authority. She is the authority.

And goddamn, if that’s not a little hot.

“It’s not fair,” Andrew mutters.

“You’re right, it’s not,” she agrees harshly.

Rhett steps in, voice low but firm. “You three are gonna sit out tomorrow.”

Remington opens his mouth, but Rhett cuts him off with a glare. “No. You broke two promises –you told her you’d keep up with your work, and you told me school came first. I don’t like bein’ lied to. ‘Specially not about stupid shit.”

She nods beside him, folding her arms in that way that makes her look even more in control. “The rest of the club earned tomorrow. You didn’t.”

Rhett jerks his chin at the mess in the ring. “Clean it up. Then go home.”

Trace starts to argue, but one look from both of them shuts it down cold. As the boys trudge off, Rhett finally exhales. He glances sideways at her. She’s still tense, but the worst of the fire’s been put out. 

He wants to say something clever. Maybe thank her for showing up tonight to call them out. Maybe tease her about how she made three teenage boys –and one grown man –want to stand at attention.

But instead, he says, “So you’re the prettiest teacher at the school, huh?”

And then he looks down at his boots like he’s an idiot. That sounded better in his head. 

But she laughs suddenly –bright, sincere –and Rhett can’t help himself as his attention snaps back up to her face. He can feel the grin tugging at his lips, unable to help himself as he looks her over. The woman standing next to him now is much different than the one that stormed into the stadium and ripped those boys a new one less than an hour ago. 

“Thank you for backing me up with them,” she finally says, and her shoulders have lost the tension that they’ve been holding the entire time. “I kind of thought I’d have to yell at you too.”

Rhett chuckles, shaking his head. “Nah, even if I had known they were skippin’, I’d throw’em under the bus in a heartbeat. I know better than to cross a woman who’s smarter than me.” 

There’s that laugh again –and he swears it’s the prettiest thing he’s heard in years. 

Glancing his watch, he bites the inside of his cheek. Then he decides fuck it. “You uh –you wanna grab a drink with me?”

She looks a bit surprised by the question, but nods with a bright smile on her lips. “I’d…love to, yeah.”

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CoD Headcanons: Patching up their injuries

A/N: Got some headcanons lined up for y'all <3 working on fics slowly but surely! Trying to make sure they're perfect

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of injuries, blood, broken bones, inappropriate flirting, maybe medical inaccuracies

Ask Box: Closed

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Ghost:

I think everyone has a headcanon of him not wanting to be touched

But when it comes to injuries, it's something he sucks up

Ghost likes you the best, because everyone else is rough as hell when cleaning his wounds

He just stays silent, keeps his eyes closed, and focuses on the softness

He can ignore the pain easily enough

Ghost would be so still, you have to check if he's still alive

Ghost let out a low breath as you gently cleaned around the bullet wound with iodine. He was lying still, not even flinching at the sting of the iodine. You weren’t great at handling wounds like this, but you were the only one that Ghost trusted. After getting instructions on how to remove a bullet, you were almost positive you could do it.

At least eighty percent.

”Stay still, okay?” You spoke softly as you grabbed the forceps.

He only grunted in response. You took a deep breath and slowly pushed the forceps into the small, circular wound. The noise alone made you want to gag. Blood bubbled up, running down his side. You tried to move the forceps around for the bullet.

”I don’t think I’m doing this right. Does it hurt?”

You didn’t wait for him to answer. You felt the tip of the forceps hit something hard. Got it. You opened the forceps and clamped it around the edge of the bullet. You slowly pulled it out.

”You good?”

No answer.

”LT?” You raised your head. His eyes were closed and he wasn’t moving. You ripped out the forceps, sending the bullet flying. “Oh my god, I killed him!”

Ghost sat up, clutching his side. “Son of a bitch! Don’t pull it out like that!”

”I thought I killed you!”

”You almost did!”

Soap:

The type to take several shots while getting patched up

It doesn’t even have to be an intense injury

Kind of a baby, but in a really endearing way

Tries to act tough but so bad at it

Yaps your ear off because he’s trying to ignore the pain

”It's a bad one, isn't it?" Soap poured himself a shot of whiskey. "Was so focused on fighting, that I didn't even notice."

You doubted that. Especially since this was his second shot in the span of three minutes. You sat next to him, pressing a piece of gauze to the large gash on his inner forearm. It would need at least twenty stitches. With your free hand, you pulled the suturing kit closer. Soap shifted uncomfortably. 

You slowly lift the gauze. "Most of the bleeding stopped. Good. We can start now."

"How many stitches will I need?"

"A lot."

He poured another shot. "How long will it take?" 

"I don't know." You discarded the bloody gauze and cleansed around the area.

"Oh. Well, I can sit still for a long time. And I bet this won't even hurt. I'm not even bothered by you cleaning the cut. I've gotten stitches before, though I don't think this many. I hope it leaves a cool scar. Wouldn't I be even more handsome?"

A sigh left your lips. Soap was, without a doubt, one of the strongest men you've ever met. But he was also a bit of a baby. It didn't matter how many times he got hurt. He would always knock back too many drinks and yap your ear off. You picked up the needle and then squeezed his hand. His shoulders relaxed. His words didn't stop, but they got shakier as you started to close the wound. As annoying as it was in the moment, it was endearing. At least he was talking and not dead.

Gaz:

He’s the one that’s comforting you

You know that scene in Brooklyn99 where Captain Holt takes a stake out of his own leg while he talks Jake through it? 

Yeah. That’s him

He winces at the pain, but it doesn’t bother him too much

Will crack jokes after and make you keep him company as he heals

You wanted to throw up. No ankle should look the way that Gaz's did. It was twisted the opposite way and sat at an odd angle. You two were out on a duo mission when he fell down the stairs trying to dodge a sniper. You quickly took the sniper out, but had no idea how to handle this. You kept glancing at the broken bone and then away.

"Gaz, what am I supposed to do?"

"You have to set it." He adjusted himself and leaned against the wall. "Do you know how to do that?"

You shook your head, your eyes meeting his. "I… I don't think I can. It's so-"

"I'll talk you through it."

You took off his boot and gently rolled up his pant leg. You felt the blood leave your face at an even more gruesome look of the injury. Bile rose up in your throat as you squeezed your eyes shut. This wasn't going to work. Backup was incoming. You could last that long, right?

Gaz sighed softly. "Take a deep breath, okay?"

You did as he said.

"Good job. I'm going to set my ankle now. It's just a hard push and it'll be fine. Ready?"

You weren't even doing anything. You squeezed your hands into fists. "Ready."

There was a loud snap. A harsh shiver ran down your back. Gaz reached out and took your hand. "Look at you! You did it!"

"Are you making fun of me right now?"

"Absolutely."

Price:

Smokes a fat cigar while you patch him up

Silent a majority of the time

Occasionally hisses at the pain

If you ask how he’s doing, he’ll give you a warm smile

He’s doing just fine

But doesn’t mind it if you touch him more

Captain Price didn't like going into the infirmary when he was injured. He preferred the comfort of his own office. You sat next to him on the couch, your body leaning into his. He puffed out some smoke from the cigar he recently lit. Your touch was gentle, dabbing the large scrape on his shoulder. He winced as your pressed down firmly.

"Does it hurt?"

He smiled warmly at you, taking the cigar out of his mouth. "I'm doin' just fine, kiddo."

"It's a nasty scrape." You grabbed a large bandage and opened it. "I wanted to make sure I cleaned it properly."

You put the bandage on the scrape and made sure it was secure. Price hummed at the feeling of your hands against his chest. You felt the tips of your ears heat up in embarrassment. You sat back slightly and looked him over.

"Any other injuries?"

"Nope." He gave you a wink. "But I wouldn't mind if you kept touching me."

Alejandro:

He doesn’t care about his injuries

He cares if you are injured

Once you reassure him he’s not, he'll let you take care of him

Playfully asks for a kiss to make it better

"Alejandro, where are you?!"

The mission was supposed to be quick and easy. Neither of you expected to become separated and needing to fight your way out. You ran through the abandoned building, the halls starting to seem like a maze. Panic coursed through you. Everything was alright, right? There was no way he was hurt. He had to be-

"Over here!"

Your eyes widened and you immediately ran over to him. He was covered in scratches and bruises, clutching his shoulder. "You're hurt! Sit down, let me treat you."

"Not yet." He winced, reaching up to cup your face. "Are you okay?"

"Who cares? Let me-"

"Tell me." His voice was annoyingly firm.

You stepped back and motioned at yourself. "I'm fine. See?"

He nodded, satisfied. "Fine. I'll let you take care of me. But make sure I get a kiss."

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. Your hand moved over his shoulder. Despite your light touch, he hissed out in pain. It must've been dislocated. You started to get to work. Your heart was pounding, but this time, it was in relief. You were both lucky to be alive. You wouldn't know what you would do if something worse had happened to him. And you would make sure it wouldn't happen. 

König:

He's like a stone

Tries not to move because he doesn't want to mess you up

Has lots of scars and isn't too phased by the pain

Will answer your questions with one word answers

Thanks you for your help and then is on his merry way

König's skin was riddled with scars. Some were recent, while others were nearly faded and invisible. The left side of his torso had a giant bruise. Your hand pressed against his chest and moved it to the side. At least two of the ribs were fractured. It must've been a nasty tumble he took. Despite that, he remained completely still.

"Does it hurt when you breathe?" You asked, grabbing an elastic wrap bandage.

König nodded. "Yes."

"When you cough or sneeze?"

"Yes."

"How bad is it on a scale of one to ten?"

"Five."

That was something you could work with. You wrapped the bandage around his large chest before swooping it over his shoulder. You've fractured your ribs before, even broken them once or twice. It was hard to keep still because of the pain. König was a trooper for not even flinching. It was a bit concerning, but at least his injuries weren't worse.

You finished bandaging the area. You gave him a bottle of aspirin. "Take two pills every four to six hours as needed for pain. Don't take more than 12 a day, okay?"

"Okay."

"You're all good." You couldn't help yourself and patted his head. 

König's eyes wrinkled as he smiled behind his mask. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Now go get some rest. No strenuous activity!"

Keegan:

Please keep an eye on him

He's the type to hide his most serious injuries

You take care of his scrape? 

Cool, but make sure to check for stab wounds

Will groan and whine if you force him to rest

Shut him up!!

You wanted to choke Keegan and push him down a flight of stairs. It was one thing to have limited communication during his mission. It was another to show up at the infirmary looking like he just got jumped. After you finished covering him in bandaids, you angrily tried to pull his shirt off.

His hand covered yours. "Woah, there. Ask before undressing a man."

"Shut up, Sergeant. I know you're hiding something." 

"How do you know?" He pointed to his shirt. "I'm wearing all black."

You huffed and slapped his hand away. "Your shirt is covered in blood."

Keegan only laughed and let you take his shirt off. Your eyebrows were furrowed as you looked for any substantial injury. There weren't any. Still, he was bruised and beaten. He wasn't going to like what you were going to say, even though it was in his best interest.

"No more missions."

Keegan groaned and rolled his eyes. "Not happening."

"Yes it is." You threw his shirt at him. "You need to let your body heal. Come back tomorrow so I can change your bandages."

"Will you still be mad at me?"

"If you keep doing this shit, yes."

You turned away from him and crossed your arms. You didn't like yelling at Keegan. It was necessary. One of these days, he was going to hide something that would need attention immediately. And then… it might be too late. You wanted to save him while you still could.

Graves:

Will force you to straddle his lap

Tries flirting

You accidentally spill isopropyl alcohol on his face

Laughs through the pain

Wants you to hurt him more 

"Come closer, sunshine. You can't see my injuries from that far."

Graves tugged on your wrist, forcing you to straddle his lap. He had that stupid, shit eating grin on his face. His bottom lip was split and he had a nasty cut on the side of his cheek. HIs left eye was starting to swell. You would've felt bad if he wasn't trying to flirt with you. Trying and failing.

You poured some isopropyl alcohol on a rag. Your lips formed a pout as you gently dabbed at the cut. "Why didn't you just go to the infirmary?"

"Because I wanted a cutie like you to heal me up." Graves's eyes sparkled. "Is that too much to ask?"

"I'm not qualified for this."

His hand moved down your waist. "You're doing great so far."

"Oops."

Your voice was deadpanned as you tipped the bottle over and poured isopropyl alcohol directly on the cut. Graves flinched and cursed, before laughing and shaking his head. You reached forward and harshly wiped off the excess. How could he find this funny? You were already annoyed that you were concerned that he got hurt, but it was even worse that he turned this into an opportunity to flirt.

"Did that hurt?" You asked innocently.

Graves nodded, drawing you closer. "I like the pain. Hurt me more."

[ni-ki4luvs]

WAIT, ITS NOT JUST FANSERVISE??

N.R X READER CH.1 [NEXT]

Disc. When Ni-Ki and users managers decide to put you both in a celebrity dating show to promote the collab comeback between enhypen and you- a soloist, it starts to feel a little to real for just basic fanservice but after filming ends will Ni-ki and user decide to part ways or will they end up actualy falling for each other??

Warnings- this is my first fic and it's probably not going to be the most accurate depiction of dating in the idol industry lolol

This is a series, so please wait for the chapters. There will be a combination of writing and social media posts/ texts.

You were doing some solo dance practice to prepare for the duet comeback with Enhypen being a soloist, you felt as if you needed to prove yourself still, until one of the staff paused your music and began to speak, making you stop your dancing.

“Hey girl, uh, your manager needs to see you in his office, it's about the comeback or something”, she mumbled almost nervously, which made your stomach churn slightly.

“Uh yeah thank you for telling me unnie” you smiled and pranced off to your managers office only to be met with the makne of enhypen- the group you were collaberating with, and their manager, you looked to the boy who seemed just as confused as you were, you sat in the chair beside him awkwardly as you had only met once when jungwon introduced you too, you were assuming this suprise meeting was about starting to record the comeback and since you two were the same age- Ni-ki only being about 2 months older then you, you would be doing most of the duets in the music videos.

“Hello, sir. What is this about?” you eventually speak up since the two managers had been conversing and practically ignoring you and the tall boy beside you.

“Ah yes!! Ni-ki, [User], you both have been invited to join a TV show that will help promote the comeback!! And it will bring you both great publicity,” your manager speaks in an overexcited tone that made you and Niki both cringe at the volume change.

“And what exactly is this TV show?” Ni-ki speaks up for the first time since you got here

Enhypen's manager smiles and responds

“An Idol dating show!!” Both your and Niki’s jaws dropped

“Like us dating??” Ni-ki asked, instantly turning blushed

“We don't even know each other!!” you exclaimed, cheeks equally as pink, both of your managers sensed the shock coming from both of you

“That's the point, guys, if we advertise a potential relationship between you guys, it will get more publicity for the comeback!!” Enhypen's manager speaks up, and you and Ni-ki glance at each other but look away quickly. Ni-ki's heart is pounding out of his chest.t As soon as his hyungs met you, they immediately started betting that Ni-ki would think that you were cute, and unluckily, they were right, but he didn't think he would have to

do anything about it!! You, on the other hand, were more confused. Wouldn't this cause a lot of controversy

“I'll do it.” Ni-ki mumbled then spoke clearly to continue, “I mean it's only to push the comeback, and well, just have to pretend, then after everything will be normal again. It'll probably all be scripted anyway.” You nodded along with his statement

“Hm yeah Ni-kis right ill do it too!!” you smiled and your magers clapped excitedly and immediately handed both of you stacks of paper with all of the details

“Perfect we will start with a social media post to promote the show, filming will start in four days and you two will live togather for 2 weeks, filming will happen everyday there will be many challenges and dates to REALLY up the fanservice!!” your manger explained already calling up the director of the show. You and ni-ki sat there awkwardly listening to your managers yap with the director about your and ni-ki's commitment to the show

“Oh you two can go look out for the promo post tonight ph and go to the address on the first paper on monday at 8 AM for the first meeting!!” your manager whisper yells to you both before you and ni-ki nod and walk out of the room glancing over at eachother bowing slightly and awkwardly walking separate ways

Later that night with a facemask platered on your face you checked your twitter to see the statement posted about the show by ENHYPENs official account, HYBEs account and retweeted by your manager the information was seeming to be well reserved, fans already creating ship accounts for the two of you, you knew this whole ordeal was going to be awkward but seeing the excitement from fans made you feel a bit better about looking forward to it I mean who wouldn't want to have to date a cute guy.

for the next 3 days you mentally prepared and physically of course making sure to keep up with your skincare and practicing dance and vocals so you didn't fall behind before the comeback as the start of the show creeped closer the more nervous you became but finally on the first day of filming actually arriving to the studio and meeting the producers and crew the nervousness left your body, whats weird is the fact you hadn't seen ni-ki

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( — from , @wollycobbl3-blr / @.facetedsin-wav )

i cant lie, i was writing a whole ass bulleted summary of the bnd!phainon fic in my reblog tags in the middle of class, but i. was doing it on phone. so when i came back to it like 3-5hrs later, it was gone. my grief is immeasurable and my fury is a force to be reckoned with /j. i took the time to mourn bc it got so stupidly detailed, BUT lets do this aita reddit post style, laced with every single thing in the world (notes: educ system is based on my country's)

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hey reddit, aita if im freaking the fuck abt how im pining on my childhood friend who's really sweet but also insanely hot? like am i crazy for this out-of-my-league guy that ive liked for yrs + yearned for + missed when he doesn't even know that i was the person in his life back then

i (>20, gn) have this friend from when i was in kinder, lets call him sunshine (>20, m), and we are like. we are like 🤞🤞 we're like that. he married me and had his dog as the officiator when we were in first grade. we have matching plushies and jokingly call/ed them our children—we gifted them to each other during christmas of 2016 or something. we have basically been together for a while.

sounds really cute, right? but here's the catch ☝️ he had to move away 5-6yrs ago. to vaguely phrase it in case he's somehow on this site, a thing happened in the area that he lived in. sunshine has to move somewhere else completely and switch schools. he was SO upset that his mother delayed their trip for a day just so he could hang out w me one last time. and yk who went an insanely early morning walk with him, where they both just ended up crying and bullying each other for how dumb we looked.. just for them to also walk him back to the station where he was due to get on that train and leave??? ME. i cannot begin to tell you how much i ugly cried AFTER. istg i was dehydrated for days.. pmo + my parents essentially called me bitchmade for crying over a guy but OKAY. WHATEVER. AT LEAST YOU'RE MARRIED. but wait!! there's more!! of course there's more!!

so those 5-6yrs pass and i'm personally doing fine. ive moved on to some degree, I Miss Him So Bad but i don't let that root me to the ground and instead let it motivate me in the background, amongst every other new thing that popped into my life 😍 i move forward, (move away from home so i can) move up from senior high's fuckass but rlly memorable and fun humanities strand, and i GET INTO COLLEGE. I FUCKING WIN. I'M DOING GREAT. regrettably admit that i started go lock in too hard and sorta laser focused on the present at some point tho. sunshine is barely on my mind because i have 10000 essays to submit and a bunch of drama that i talk abt with my friends in stem. horribly single also, but this is extremely important, so i apologize in advance

do note that i barely look anything like 13(?) yr old me. im arguably way cooler and i have piercings and i stressed dyed my hair (insert color) once. i used to dress in cutesy cartoon merch, now i just wear whatever is comfortable AND easy on the eyes, because suffering for fashion is overrated. you get the gist; im not who i was before

anyway, college, right? ive been in this cool neighborhood that's a 15-20min walk from the campus for the entirety of senior high, and id soon start for college there.. everybody is really nice, we're all buddies and i like to help out whenever i can. why not, am i right? it's courtesy and it's polite wnd it's friendly and its DEMURE.

and i hear news that there's this new guy that moves into the area, who's a new student AT that same school; im like, "cool! amazing!" and immediately want to get friendly. say hi, maybe help with boxes, or give him a housewarming gift, all that stuff. i'll paint a picture for you: very quaint house, 3:56pm in the afternoon, i'm bringing him some cut up fruits and iced tea (in case he's not a coffee guy), because jesus CHRIST the sun was hotter than my daily login streak on my games. i ring the doorbell, i hear barking and someone going down the stairs, and i'm like. "okay, [name], same aged neighbor! don't fuck it up!"

so take a wild fucking guess as to who my neighbor is 😁

LO AND BEHOLD, SUNSHINE IS IN MY FACE. SMILING WITH HIS FLUFFY SAMOYED PUPPY AT HIS FEET. how do i know that its him? his hair and eyes are very.. he sticks out like a sore thumb, let's just say that, and i know them ANYWHERE. and you know what's worse? HIS GLOW UP WAS INSANE. not that he didn't look great before, he was literally such a cutie that i wanted to bite his head off sometimes from sheer cuteness aggression alone, but MY GOD. he was so unnecessarily pretty and tall and he's broad as hell, like?? i swear i forgot my name for a minute bc he was like "earth to neighbor? :(" HIS VOICE IS SLSO. SORRY. HE'S JUST SO 👹👹👹👹👹 YOU HAVE TO UNDERSTAND.

i did actually forget to tell him my name (i was Very Distracted), but he was so sweet and friendly, almost exactly how i remembered him to be when we were dumb highschoolers, just multiplied by a lot. like, it feels like a puppy was taking care of a puppy, ygwim? that aside, he's just so :(( everything about him was just so.

here's the thing though... he doesn't remember me, i don't think. like, my name isn't UNCOMMON by any means, so you'd think "man, this is probably a different [name], there's a few [names] out there" if you knew someone by that name, and i told you that it was. my name.

not only that, but like i mentioned before, im unrecognizable as hell, a far cry from the kid i was back then. not just in terms of appearance, but personality as well; kid me was cheery, loved doing anything involving going outside or hanging out with friends, and like... generally, they were just absurdly happy. now im arguably more mellowed out, i go to the library for fun, im Lowkey Tired of This, etcetera. would anybody even recognize that?

im probably js overreacting and he moved ahead like i did, but it kinda STINGS, u have to understand. your best friend forever wnd ever doesn't recognize you at all, and likely believes that you're just his really nice next-door neighbor that brings him fruits and iced drinks for your study sessions (we're in the same department but diff courses). he even talks about stuff you did in the past and not wanting to make things awkward, you nod along like "yyyeeeaaaaahhh sounds cute" like he didn't do that with YOU. ME. ive been keeping it to myself for a while, but its only been a few months, and im abt to crash tf out. idk what to do.

like, do i tell him that i was that friend and get back what we had, or shld his memories of me be separate from... the present me? aita for this shit

WAIT THIS FORMAT IS SO FUCKING UNIQUE? I'VE LEGIT NEVER SEEN THIS BEFORE, I FUCKING LOVE THIS. BRO YOU COULD SEGUE INTO A NORMAL FIC FORMAT RSGGHHHAHS

okay but fr. fr fr this is the start of something so fucking angsty and beautiful. bc what if phainon recognizes you immediately, but he thinks the same thing because he doesn't want to overwhelm you with his intense feelings and longing. ORRRR what if you drop hints and he still doesn't recognize you, so you ignore him and then he finds out by chance and and he feels awful so he does whatever he can to make it up to you and falls in love with you all over again and andnskndsjsn?!?@*@*$

BND!PHAINON YOU'RE SO FUCKING HOT KISS ME RN ACTUALLYLGKDKKDD I NEED HIM SO BAD BRO PLEALSLEELE YOU GOT ME ACTIVATED RN

[linskywords]

Hi I love your writing I've been reading your AO3 works for years and you're legit my favorite author on there. I've been rereading your wolfverse series for the bajillionth time and I just wanted to float an idea by you:

So in the Brady/Quinn fic, it mentions that the NHL has changed the rules that players can't be traded away if they're bonded SO I think it would be delightful for a pairing (possibly willmack??) to 'fake' a bond when trade rumours arise about one of the players.

But then, everyone believes them. Like, even other wolves who should be able to tell they're lying. And they're like 'oh were sooo good at this. We really tricked them'.

In the end, it turns out they're actually bonded but they're idiots and don't realize it until someone points it out and misunderstandings ensue. And maybe one of them thinks it's a one-sided bond and continues to believe that and hide it from the other. Etcetera etcetera until they confess their love for each other and live happily ever after or whatever.

(and you might already have something like this in the works and I hope you do but I just wanted to push the idea out into the universe)

Oh anon this is a GREAT idea. Of course!! There have got to be some desperate obsessed-with-each-other blorbos who would "fake" a bond to stay on the same team and be surprised that no one can see through it! The CBA wolf clauses are practically BEGGING for this plot bunny!

The question is, who would it be? I think there's a willmack story with a fake marriage along these lines, which may be why they're popping into my head. It may also be a reason not to write it about them, but under the two cakes theory of fandom I think this would be allowed.

I'm thinking that only one of them should be a wolf, for maximum obliviousness potential, but I'm torn on who it should be. By rights it should be Will because of the thing where he doesn't like to sleep/be alone, but Will is generally the more clueful of the two, so it would be nice to give him the disadvantage of being human. But also I kind of like it if this is the one thing Will is clueless about. Like, he manages to arrange a fake bond for them and keep Mack away from any wolves who would know the difference (mostly) but he doesn't manage to realize that Mack is in love with him and they're already bonded. Then when he does realize he slightly freaks out, and Mack has to put the pieces together (which is quite a challenge).

Some other wolf, meeting Mack and sniffing the air: oh! I didn't realize you were bonded! congratulations!

Mack, to himself: wow, word travels fast in hockey circles! I should mention this to Will!

Will, when Mack mentions it: you ran into a wolf? oh no. did they think you weren't bonded?

Mack: nope, guess they'd heard the news!

Will: hmmmm...

Then when Will REALIZES what he's DONE he freaks out slightly and tries to hide it from Mack by dialing back the totally-not-bondmate-behaviors they've picked up over the past few months. Like sleeping together, and wearing the same clothes, and preparing one plate of food and both eating from it together. Which Mack notices, obviously, and he's crushed. Will must hate him now. Nothing will ever be good again.

[lilmissnatcat24]

today is the day!!! here's everything ive wanted to say about my minibang fic but havent been able to!!! (yap session incoming)

honestly, this is one of my favorite things ive written, so not talking about it has been really tough for me. i started writing this in january (not knowing the minbang will even be a thing), and then i gave myself my own deadline of april to finish because i didnt want to deal with writing something while i was in japan. and i probably didnt touch a single other one of my fics while i was writing this, it consumed my mind, body, and soul. i would be hunched over at work on my phone writing this, i stayed up way too late, i woke up early so i could write it before work. like i was actually obsessed with this idea. (and of course it burnt me out for like 2 months afterwards where i wasnt able to write anything because i couldnt replicated that high, whoops).

i had like 20 different titles the whole time (for the longest time it was called time after time which..... i like that song but i do not like that as a fic title) but i finally came on composed of nows, which comes from an emily dickinson poem, forever is composed of nows

Let Months dissolve in further Months – And Years – exhale in Years –

the inspo from the fic came mostly from a song i love called johnny dear by kassi vallaza, about a cowboy that returns to a ranch ran by a woman he loved long ago. something i always do with longfics is make my last chapter some sort of song lyric, so that one is from the chorus. a couple of books really inspired me as well, the unmaking of june farrow by adrienne young (about a woman who can travel in time but her timelines got screwed up so she does not remember her husband or her daughter), and the vampires of el norte by isabel camus (about a young couple torn apart when one of them becomes a vampire and their relationship afterwards-- actually a dnf, not because i didn't like it, but because my library loan expired and i havent been able to get it back)

initially, i wanted it to be longer, but i ran out of time, and by the time it was finished i really liked the pacing of it. it was different for me because i tried to get pretty technical with it-- everything from the riptides to the birkefield i mention in this, how they get around the fall of mass effect relays-- is all inspired by the great lakes (shockers, i know). i know riptides aren't exclusive to the great lakes, but growing up on them, ive seen them in the water, i know how dangerous they are, and that idea inspired me but in space, like if you get sucked up the only way to get out of it is it ride it out. and the birkefield that the ships installed has something to do with measuring earthquakes (again, the great lakes aren't necessarily known for earthquakes verses an area like san fransisco or japan, but because of their nature on old glaciers, they still experience tectonic movements, i think the biggest earthquake ive ever felt when i lived in cleveland ended up on around like a 4.5 on the richter scale. i barely felt it, but then the news freaks out like OH!! EARTHQUAKE!!)

anyway, this is my favorite little snippet from chapter 3 (aka chapter 2 if i was able to not make the prologue the official chapter 1 on ao3, but alas), please enjoy:

Slowly, he brought his hands up to her hood. He expected her to swat him away, to push him backwards, to knock him on his ass like she did all those years ago. The only thing she did was squirm her head backwards, some futile attempt for them to live in this suspended reality just a little bit longer. But even that was half hearted.  Garrus knew that Shepard never did anything half hearted.  She looked exactly the same. He supposed that the energy from the Crucible that was keeping her alive all those years would have put a pause on her aging, but he wasn’t expecting that she would look exactly, to the T , how she did on the night she left him. Hair so red it almost hurt to look at for too long, pulled back in the most haphazard updo he’d ever seen. Her skin was milky white, except for the thousands and thousands of freckles that dotted her face, concentrated around her nose with that little bump that he would let his fingers trace up and down, up and down. And her eyes-- Garrus had never seen eyes so big on a human before. He remembered when they first met, he thought they were almost yellow. But as he grew to know her, and as he grew to love her, he could see the lightness of warm browns and greens and ambers flecked in her pupils, her eyelashes almost comically large. They reminded him of grass, but the type of grass his mother used to yell at him for playing in as a child because the deeply embedded stains were so hard to get out of his clothes. Her eyes were more home than anything else-- a simpler time, a time where Garrus could just be a boy.  “ Claire? ” he said so quietly, he wondered if he imagined it. He doubted that she could hear it from his mouth, almost like it was a prayer. But she stiffened up, mouth turned downwards, nose crinkled, as if she were disgusted. Garrus didn’t blame her-- he’d be disgusted with himself, too.  “ Sir ,” Lonia’s voice finally cut through the fog that had battered his mind, voice shrill and sharp. “Do you know her?”  How could Garrus respond to a question like that? Turians didn’t do nuance, everything was black and white. But with Shepard, he could see the shades of gray that were invisible to him before. Yes, he knew her. And yes, at a time in his life, she was everything to him. She never stopped being that to him, but the hold on his heart lessened and lessened the longer she was away. Does he still know her? He had no idea. Nineteen years was a long time, long enough for someone to completely forget. She’s changed-- even though she looked exactly the same. She’s different-- even though he was certain he could reach out and trace the curves of her face from memory alone.  He forced himself to take a step back. He actually felt the neurons in his legs listening to the command from his brain, like perfect little soldiers. That’s what he was, after all.  “Never seen her before in my life,” Garrus managed to say. He turned on his toes and retreated, ignoring the pestering questions for orders and requests and demands and everything a good leader was supposed to do. He closed the door behind him-- and found the tiniest bit in solace in the fact that this time, he did it first. 

anyway if you're still here thank you for listening to my yap session and maaaaybe check the fic out idk if you're free or into that if it's not too much of a hassle..........

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66930793/chapters/172762642

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something for us averyjameson

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a/n: okay i might be biased considering i'm the author but i'm pretty sure this is kind of adorable. i LOVE playlists so much, and thats what this fic is based on, and i tried getting as many of the fandoms opinions in there as possible x pairings: averyjameson wc: 1.1k synopsis: avery and jameson made a playlist to prove who really has the better music taste — but secretly, it’s just an excuse to throw shade, laugh, get their mind of things and maybe read into intentionally picked song titles. tag list: @xo-zozo @laurilovesbooks @lyrrrr @fireflye @thechildofshadows @7975348473 @saythewordheiress @ellachandesu @tobyspalindrome

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avery lay on her back, staring at the ceiling. the shadows cast by the blinds made quiet stripes over her bare arms, soft in the low lamplight beside the bed. jameson shifted next to her, one hand tucked under his head, the other tracing lazy patterns across her stomach beneath the hem of his t-shirt she was wearing.

neither of them had said much for a while. the house was still, the kind of quiet that only crept in past midnight. they had both tried sleeping, and both given up. her thoughts were too loud. his energy too restless.

avery took out her phone and set her brightness on the lowest setting. she got a notification from max to a playlist she had just made.

"max just sent another playlist into the group" she announced, squinting at the screen.

"title please." he turned his face into the pillow.

"songs for when you accidentally fall in love with your arch nemesis (and she's hot)" avery read with a straight face.

"of course. what's on it?" jameson asked, laughing into the pillow.

" ballad of a homeschool girl, making the bed, girl i've always been- okay so basically just olivia rodrigo." she recited.

"okay so i know like one olivia rodrigo song, and it's the angry one."

"that's all of them." avery responded without missing a beat, typing on her phone. jameson snorted.

"what are you doing?" jameson asked, after a few beats.

"we should make a playlist." she replied, scrolling through max's selection of songs.

"we?"

"you know, something for us, about us. by us."

"inspirational."

"oh shut up. this is your chance to prove that you have, quote on quote, 'superior music taste.'"

"i do, let's do it." he replied, a grin forming on his face as they both sat up on the bed, jameson turning on the lamp.

"we need a temporary title, i don't have the energy to come up with something clever. what does libby call us again?"

"javery. she thinks she's clever." avery snorted and typed in 'javery'.

"okayy, first song. hit me." avery told him, looking up from her phone. jameson grabbed her laptop from the bedside table, logged into spotify and added the first song to the playlist.

"the last great american dynasty," avery smiled, "insightful."

"i try," he replied, "your turn." she looked up at the ceiling thoughtfully. jameson waited a good twenty seconds before saying "okay, ave, if you're going to take this long for every song we're going to be here forever."

"oh shush," she rolled her eyes and added 'i wanna be yours' by arctic monkeys to the playlist. jameson glanced at her, a slow smile forming.

"don't read into the names of the songs and get cocky, they're just titles."

"me? never." but he was absolutely reading into it, and they both knew it. avery rolled her eyes at his response. they kept taking turns, tossing titles back and forth like a game. some were teasing. some made one of them pause a little too long before hitting add.

death by a thousand cuts. why'd you only call me when you're high. wonderland. i know places. getaway car. red.

"that is a lot of taylor swift." avery said, scrolling throught the songs they had added.

"not enough if you ask me." jameson replied, smirking. he added 'mastermind'. avery looked at him approvingly.

"it's a very you song." he responded, shrugging, looking through taylor swift's discography.

he spotted 'olivia rodrigo' under the song name 'so american' and asked,

"is that an angry song?" his voice sounded almost alarmed. avery snorted.

"no, that's her only happy love song."

"are you sure? if you're mad at me-"

“i promise i’m not mad at you,” she said, laughing softly. “just listen.”

she hit play. the song filled the quiet space between them—bright, easy, unguarded. avery watched him as the chorus came through, his expression softening slowly, a little tilt to his mouth like he was trying not to smile.

"and he laughs at all my jokes."

"oh god, i'm going to marry him if he keeps this shit up."

jameson threw a pointed look at her and she blushed lightly, rolling her eyes.

"don't read into it." she said, fighting a smile.

"i mean i wouldn't be opposed." he said under his breath smiling, while she looked for more songs.

people watching. renegade. until i found you

"didn't we dance to that in that restaurant in paris?" avery asked, smiling. jameson nodded, kissing her forehead.

invisible string. mine. enchanted.

"no put the older version of enchanted, it's so much better." avery demanded.

"isn't that unsupportive of taylor?" jameson asked, smirking.

"it's my guilty pleasure, and not since independence day so sod off." avery rolled her eyes.

"wait have we added so high school yet?" avery asked.

"nope. added." jameson confirmed.

"yay!" jameson chuckled.

florida!!! sparks fly. national anthem. hymn for the weekend

jameson hummed the bridge of 'hymn for the weekend' melodically.

call it what you want. you're on your own kid. fearless. miss americana and the heartbreak prince. only the young. the night we met. life is a highway-

"oh you've got to be kidding me. no jameson, this isn't your roadtrip playlist."

"it's one song!"

"no."

"ugh." jameson scoffed, pouting. avery laughed at his expression. after a few moments of staring at their phones, avery asked him something.

"i can't think of anymore. any closing song ideas? for now at least."

“uh nah, not really,” jameson said, his voice soft and lazy, eyes half-closed as he leaned back against the headboard.

she smiled despite herself, glancing at the clock. her eyebrows shot up. “wait—jameson. is it actually morning?”

he blinked, sat up a little straighter. “no way.” a pause. “okay—yep. it is. the sun is literally rising.”

“holy crap,” she sighed, rubbing her face. “don’t we have that thing at eight?”

“unfortunately.” he yawned, then looked over at her. “you wanna start getting ready? i’ll finish those notes from last night.”

she looked at him suspiciously. “are you being nice because you're sleepy or because you're in love with me?”

“little bit of both,” he said, leaning over to kiss her cheek. “go shower. i’ve got it.”

“you sure?”

“yep. ill meet you in the hall by seven?” he offered.

“deal.” he kissed her forehead. “love you.”

“you're ridiculously obsessed with me aren't you?” she smiled, tugging on the sleeve of his shirt as she got up. "love you too."

once she was gone, jameson took our his phone.

jameson changed the name of your shared playlist.

jameson added can't help falling in love by haley reinhart to 'something for us'.

fin

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a/n : i'll tag avery and jamesons playlist below, if you think of any songs to add, ask, dm me or reply and i will add them - i think this is such a cute idea, and i have some ideas in the future for fics relating to their playlist. (this is now actually my playlist for writing averyjameson <3 ) let me know what you think x

(something for us - avery and jamesons playlist)

xx mira

[orangez3st]

hi friend! Could I please make a fic request if you’re interested? 😊 I was thinking of something fluffy with an established relationship with fives and a jedi reader and maybe they feel like they need to sneak around to spend time together with snuggling or kissing but everyone already knows and they just haven't realized that yet. And maybe when they get caught everyone teases them? I actually really don't mind whatever plot you want!! Just really some fluff with fives if you're interested 🩷 tysm you are amazing! 🫶🏻

Every Second Counts

ARC Trooper Fives × GN!Jedi!Reader 

✧ Summary: You and Fives have a unique bond, and you spend a brief, invaluable time together before the war becomes your priority once more.

✧ Tags & Warnings: established relationship, forbidden love, fluff, Torrent Company shenanigans, reader is a Jedi Commander and called “sir”, character cameos: Cal Kestis and a bunch of Torrent with Rex included in a separate scene, attachment-aware jedi x clone relationship (we abide the code in this house just because), cuddles, kisses, hugs, maybe a bit angsty?

✧ Word Count: 3.5k

✧ A/N: HOORAY EARLY POST!! @precioustech much thanks for requesting! 😄💞 I admit I got a little carried away while playing around with the prompt so I hope this isn’t too far from your expectations 💛 (and I just think we should have more of this kind of relationship trope)

Masterlist | Read on AO3 | Fives divider by @lornaka and @freesia-writes

“You really think we don't notice, do you?”

It's where Fives is certain his heart is going to explode out of his chest. Nevertheless, he keeps on chewing, eyes downward onto his food tray. “Notice what?”

Dogma sitting across from him gives him a look. “How you two like to sneak around.”

“Me and Echo?” Fives deflects easily, scoffing, and smacks his twin in the back while he's drinking. Sputtering, Echo kicks him under the table. Fives ignores him. “We’re ARC’s, vod. It's like you're saying how the Jedi like to use the Force.”

“Yeah, but I'm talking about the Jedi.”

“The General? I mean, yeah. Last op was fun. We were sneaky enough. Surprisingly. For a guy like Skywalker.”

“Fives,” Tup rolls his eyes. “It's about your partner.”

“Me and E—”

“Romantic partner.” It's Echo this time, scowling and looking exhausted already.

Jesse shakes his head, sitting at the end of the dining table. “Di’kut.”

“What?” Fives challenges him, his tone aggressive but the massive grin on his face is telling otherwise. “As if you're successful sneaking around with your boyfriend as well? You should be ashamed!”

Hardcase barks a laugh. “Says the guy who's sneaking around with a kriffin’ Jedi Commander!”

That earns him a collective loud shush and a slap to the back of his bald head from Jesse.

“So jig's up, then?” Kix teases. “Actually jig's up since moons ago—goddammit, Fives. Dogma really meant it. He saw you two.”

“We were talking,” Fives huffs, his food forgotten.

“And snogging,” Echo sips on his juice.

Groaning, Fives stands, his fingers lifting the edge of his tray. “This conversation never happened. I don't know you all. Who are you? Why am I sitting here with a bunch of nosy di'kute?”

“Everything's been your choice,” Tup calls out, grinning widely while twirling his fork, as the ARC Lieutenant walks away.

“Great,” Echo rolls his eyes, drawing his datapad from his hip to leave a comm message for his twin. “Now I have to remind that he eats his fill this noon.”

“Nah,” Jesse chuckles, watching Fives throwing the tray down the chute. “I'm sure he'll get lunch someplace else.”

“Somewhere nicer,” Hardcase snickers. “Like Dex's. Or, y'know—”

“Don't you dare finish that sentence,” Dogma squints.

“Knowing our next joint op is with Cody's battalion under Fives’ Jedi lover?” Jesse scoffs—as an ARC Lieutenant himself he has the briefing in hand much earlier than the rest of the company. “It'll happen anyway.”

Echo sighs. “Can we please not talk about Fives’ bedroom adventures here.”

As Fives is marching out of the mess hall he absolutely pretends not to hear all that. Echo's comm message makes his vambrace comm beep waiting to be read. He knows what it's about. Echo always cares about him like that. He'll read it, eventually. But now, his task at hand is to find you—his stance masked by the steady walk of a soldier on duty, as if marching to the hangar to board the next cruiser with whatever star system where they need him and freshest intel in mind.

Bucket clipped to his belt, Fives strides through the boring old corridors of the 501st compound—the durasteel grey of its walls void of life and reminds him too much of Kamino. He fought hard there. But here, he fights hard too between planets and star systems. He's fighting for the galaxy now, and no longer for himself—for his old squad.

Troopers passing by. They nod at him with respect. At him. Or the ARC gears. Of the fact that he's a Geonosis veteran—the second battle, where Cody carried the entire campaign and probably in need of back surgery for that. And so many battles and skirmishes after that. He's glad to have Echo and Jesse, fellow ARCs, by his side. Rex is considering Dogma to be next—if that regulation-abiding brother of his could, for once, think outside the box and improvise since it's essentially what it means to be an ARC. Those three Rancor ARC commanders who trained them would probably laugh at poor vod’ika if he keeps that up. And probably at Rex's judgment too. Rex. Even with the jai'galaar'la sur'haii'se.

Speaking of Rex, Fives finally clocks that blond head that he knows from anywhere. Blond genes are rare among the clones, being a recessive one from one of Fett's relatives. Rex is supposedly a lucky bastard, if one considers individuality has to be placed high among others.

The captain is in the midst of talking with a pair of Jedi Commanders. In the middle of a random corridor of the 501st compound, instead of a specific briefing room. Then it can't really be too important, something mundane, probably—judging by the eager, curious smile of one of the commanders, the young one, whose freckles are so prominent that even Fives could see from this distance as he marches in their direction and bright amber hair reminding him too much of Kenobi.

And then there's you. The other one. Fives throws you a not-so-discreet charming smile as soon as your attention briefly shifts toward him, and in a matter of seconds returns to Rex, whose focus is more put toward the other commander. Must be something advisory. He's really young. Probably 11 or 12 in standard.

“Good day we're having?” Fives chimes in as he approaches, the distance closing, and the group turns toward him. Rex even sports a brief smile and slaps him in the back.

“I wouldn't call intel gathering day in Serenno as good,” the 501st commanding officer rolls his eyes.

“Ah, the usual for ARCs, Captain. You know that well, eh?”

“Sure, whatever.” Rex barely puts any resistance against his blooming smirk. He then cuts to the chase gesturing to the unfamiliar smaller and impossibly younger commander. “This is Jedi Padawan Cal Kestis, Commander of the 13th Battalion under General Jaro Tapal. Sir, this is Fives; ARC trooper, Lieutenant. One of our finest men we trust for intel gathering.”

Cal Kestis, the curious and perhaps a little shy young red-haired boy, holds out a hand for Fives to shake. “Nice to meet you, Lieutenant.”

“And you, sir. Between us, it's just Fives.” With a polite smile he's practiced a hundred times, he shakes the boy's hand, giving him a gentle yet firm shake so he wouldn't shock the life out of him. “So this is now a joint op between,” Fives tilts his head, aiming the question at Rex, “501st and 212th SpecOps, and now a part of the 13th as well?”

You step in. “Cal is joining us as a part of his training. Master Tapal insisted, and I'll be looking after him.” Fives' breath is stolen right away at hearing your voice and it makes him feel stupid in the presence of others. You place a gentle hand on Kestis’ shoulder. “So don't worry, little brother. I'll be there every step of the way.”

Kestis grimaces at the prospect of being babysat by Tapal’s former Padawan—his lineage sibling. “Maybe not in every step of the way?”

Fives goes into parade rest. “Might as well send commandos,” he aims his statement again—which is insignificant, and he knows that but he just wants to comment—at Rex.

“It's not that delicate,” Rex says, “ARCs are sufficient for this mission.”

“With a couple of lightsaber-wielding commanders,” you brightly add, mainly to keep Kestis from being intimidated by all the official chatter.

“We need to go over again about how big this facility we're talking about,” Fives suggests, throwing a nanosecond attentive glance at you.

“That'd be the best,” Rex agrees with a slow nod, and throws a brief smile at Kestis. “Especially now that we have an additional passenger on board whom I bet wouldn't wanna miss anything we have. I'll talk to Cody to gather his men.”

“Yeah, maybe there's something new,” Fives adds, referring to intel and being actually locked in although there's you—usually his primary distraction. He's proud of himself at the moment.

“I'd like to come with you if you don't mind, Captain.” Kestis’ young voice sounds like it came from a heavy internal deliberation. He doesn't want to leave your side. What an adorable young boy. He's a kid. Reminds Fives of his own Commander Tano, and also the grim part of the war that they send literal children into it.

Rex smiles encouragingly. “Sure, kid. Come along.” With a parting nod both to Fives and you, he turns and walks the other way—helmet clipped to his belt and arms swaying by his side—with the young Padawan eagerly following next to him. “I want to show you the main war room. Or is there something else you'd like to see? Like the training gym?”

“That'd be great! Have you been to the 13th Battalion compound?’

Their voices become distant, faded into faint whispers of encouragement and enthusiasm before lost on him, as they turn around the corner. And finally, there's only him. And you.

You sigh loudly. Fives tilts his head sideways at you—a relieved, loopy smile that somehow still makes him quite a looker adorn his face.

“Hey,” he softly greets you, finally free from all the serious formalities.

“Hi,” you grin, heart thrumming in delight.

“So. Cal Kestis,” he begins. “Haven't seen him around before.”

You exhale wistfully, hands going behind you back. “His battalion gets deployed to the Outer Rim lately.”

Fives balks. “Wait, not in the Sieges? With Bacara and his intimidating marine boys?”

“No, not there. Not there yet,” you shake your head, concerned. “Let's hope not. He's so young. And the Outer Rim is too brutal for him.”

Fives knows well what intragalactic war would demand of someone. He looks at you. “Even I know you won't go there.”

“We won't go there,” you correct him. “If you're not part of the 21st or Master Mundi’s padawans, it might as well be a death sentence.”

Fives hums. “Heroes.”

“Commendable bravery.” Your tone is solemn. “But here in life, we all have sacrifices to make.”

“Yeah,” he absently agrees, unsure how to interpret that. Yes, he gets the general idea, but he wonders if it goes far beyond. Deeper. Meaning upon meaning. Covered by not entirely lies, but just… hidden, lying in wait, waiting to be dug out.

“But enough about that. I'm sure Cal is in good hands—your Captain’s.” Your voice rings through his thoughts, and when he snaps his attention at you again, your lips blossom into a soft smile, and your hand held out in his direction. “Let's get out of here, shall we?”

You lead him to your temporary apartment inside the compound. It's modest at best. You may be part of the 212th, but recently both of your and Fives' battalion have been tackling Separatist presence in the Core Worlds and Mid Rim by co-op, so you spend a lot of time in and out of GAR military compounds in Coruscant. The Temple remains your forever home. While you miss the serenity of the garden and the pond, it's nothing against hearing the hustle and bustle of soldiers merely living their lives and making fun while they can. It settles several of your worries. It's alive, and you love being in the midst of it.

The moment the door of your apartment seals close, Fives wraps his strong arms around your frame, pulling you flush against his armored chest. It's a little awkward on your part and pulling a surprised squeal out of you at the pressure, so you compensate by letting go, placing a kiss on his cheek and helping to unclasp his top armor pieces. He watches you fumble with his vambrace with a mesmerized gleam in his eyes.

“Do you have any idea how attractive you are just standing in some corridor of this building?”

A loud laugh that sounds ever pleasant in his ears tumbles off your lips. Your brilliant eyes peer up at him as he patiently waits for you. “You’re only saying that because now we're here; finally having a private time for ourselves.”

“Yeah but seriously.” Fives rolls his eyes. His cheeks hurt from grinning too much. Done with the vambraces, you quickly tug off his elbow guards. “Missed you so much, cyar’ika.”

You hum, absentmindedly pecking his lips before unclasping his bicep pieces. Fives shrugs his pauldrons and entire chest and back piece off faster than your pace entirely out of muscle memory, apparently unable to hold his patience out for much longer. He crushes you against his toned chest, muffling your giggles and playful squeals as he places a big wet kiss on top of your head.

“Okay okay! I missed you too!” you giggle for mercy, letting out a startled yelp again when he grabs the sides of your face to crash his lips against yours. It's only temporary, yet still leaving you breathless by the time he pulls away, before kissing you again much gentler afterward.

You sigh into his lips, your arms wind around his neck. Fives holds you closer, pinning you against his warm torso. His chest bubbles with so much immeasurable happiness and relief that he lets out an involuntary chuckle, stroking your cheek and leaning his forehead against yours as he reels away from the intoxicating kiss.

“Joint ops are amazing since I can focus on legit ARC missions…” He playfully pinches your side, chuckling at your small adorable yelp. “While staring at you across the war room during briefs. It's a good chance. Worth every single time.”

“You know that really sounds creepy, Fives,” you giggle.

Your lover smiles widely, gently rocking your bodies side to side. “It's beneficial.”

You roll your eyes. “More joint operations aren't exactly doing us any good if we still wanna keep us a secret.”

He nearly groans remembering the mess hall conversation with the others. “Actually it might even not be a secret anymore.”

You freeze and blink at him. “Say again?”

“The boys somehow know about us,” he admits after letting out a big dramatic sigh. Because just great. It's most top fear for couples who want to keep their relationship a secret, and somehow he blew it off. Worse thing is he doesn't know when—when they started to know, when the word circulated around—and most especially; how they knew.

It only takes you a moment to digest it all, including the existing consequences. “‘Somehow’?” you inquire teasingly. “You're an ARC trooper, Fives. I thought ‘somehow’ isn't in your dictionary.” 

“This one escaped me.” His voice falls quieter, disappointment in himself flooding his chest. But your eyes are so forgiving that you almost don't seem to mind. It's disappointing, too. “I’m so sorry,” he says anyway.

You sigh softly, carding a hair through his coarse curls. “It's not your fault.” You're stroking his cheek, a soft smile on your lips, and Fives learns into your touch that eventually blossoms into a full palm on cheek. “Maybe we weren't subtle enough.”

“Still.” He then buries his face into your shoulder. Your robes smell like some woody and floral aroma that indistinctly can be found at the Temple, and he tries to find comfort in that while he pours his heart out. “I put a lot on your plate. I don't ever wanna do that to you. You've got a lot of burden being a commander of your own battalion, and I don't want you to worry about getting kicked out of the Order.”

Fives feels you smile against his neck, and his back shivers from how your fingers curl into his blacks. “Thank you for worrying about me,” he hears you whisper. You place a chaste kiss on his jaw. “But all that you mentioned has been there all my life.”

He pouts. He lowkey wishes you could see him like that. “But I'm making it worse.”

The subtle shaking of your head makes a rustling noise against his skin. “Nonsense. You're making everything better.” You reel away from his neck to take his lips upon yours. Your eyes glimmer again as you gaze into his soul, piercing his barriers altogether. “We're together. That's what matters.”

Fives tightens his arms around you almost possessively, shutting his eyes to just hear your soft breathing against him and relishing your presence in his arms. “Aside from the war that we found ourselves in.”

“Precisely,” you murmur, “I can’t give you much, but you'll always have me. Whatever you need.”

He releases a long sigh. It unexpectedly comes from deep inside him—all the wishes, all the hopes. All the questions and impatience still entrapped by a sturdy net. He has a purpose. He can't forget that.

“I know.” Fives opens his eyes to your soft grateful smile. “Can I kiss you again?”

“If I ever say no, you may use my lightsaber on me.”

He chuckles. “I just really like kissing you.” His lips find yours again, and he can almost taste the honey and cornbread you've had for after-lunch snack on you. “You're addicting.”

“Careful,” you tease.

“M’still within the borders of my respect, sir,” Fives grins, his feet driving you to pace backwards so that he could gently push you to sit on your bed. He remains standing, yet his hand finds your jaw to caress them as softly as he can. “Just stating my affection. Unless affection is forbidden for the Jedi?”

You giggle softly. “You're really cheeky with your words. As if your vocabulary changes when you're near me.”

“Good sir, however thou art mean?”

“Stop it,” you let out a full belly laugh that you cover your mouth with your hand. “You sound too silly. I like you just silly.”

“Right.” His chest warms at your delighted sound, which by his humblest opinion is incomparable against Naboo’s beautiful blossoms and the sound of trickling river in the wild. “Then let this silly man kiss you to death, hm?”

Fives descends on you before you can answer. His movement is precise as he maneuvers his limbs to cage you in, clearly not intending to make you uncomfortable in your own bed. One knee and both forearms by either side of your head propping him up, his mouth moves against yours carefully, gently. You sigh into the kiss as he slowly lowers himself onto your body, pressing you against the mattress to let you feel his weight comfortably resting on top of yours.

You pull away from his lips. “Can we stay like this?”

A comfortable heat crawls up his body seeing you breathless and batting your eyelashes innocently at him. His chest swells, already settling on an answer as he places one last peck on your lovely lips. “‘Course we can, cyar’ika.”

You mutter your heartfelt thanks like a polite Jedi you are as you both shuffle around the bed to find a comfortable position. Fives lays down on your pillow, one arm behind his head and your head resting on top of his chest. No matter how long you two have spent moments like this, it never fails his heart to beat even faster. His affection grows and swells to the point it no longer can't be contained, so oftentimes his arm tightens around your shoulders as if he has a cuteness aggression for you, and before you know it he places another big wet kiss on top of your head that always leave you giggling every single time.

It's quiet moments like this. Grateful to have each other in each other's company although occasionally separated by campaigns. It's a fate that's neither cruel nor fortunate that your battalion and his often join forces. One would say it's a distraction. But his focus persists. And sometimes, thousands of light-years away, Fives wonders about you. Sometimes sending a comm could be too risky—every communication is closely monitored.

He always prepares for the worse, but not that he's never used to that. His affection for you has grown deep and taken roots. Fives cares about you just as much as he cares about the chance of winning campaign after campaign. Time and space and understanding have always been present between the both of you, and thus every moment is precious just as every ticking second counts. Every kiss counts. Every traded word counts. Anything could be your last, or his.

So when his vambrace beeps, signaling a comm message from Rex about the assembly with the 212th, a sigh of satisfaction—long and forgiving—blows through his nostrils. You raise your head to meet his gaze, your smile already full with acceptance and anticipation.

“Let's win again this time, Fives, my dear,” you say encouragingly, stroking his cheek and kissing him again one last time. Before you can pull away, Fives deepens the kiss, his hand pressing the back of your head to keep you there.

“For the greater good,” he murmurs against his lips, fire igniting inside his chest. “And seeing you again, obviously.”

You chuckle at his clinginess. Once again, your sounds of joy bring consolation within him, and your confident, passionate smile brightens his life.

“And seeing you again, yeah.”

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[tapesfrom1980]

hi! can i request a walker scobell fic? maybe something along the lines of him talking about his gf in an interview and all of his friends messing with him over it lol! i just think that would be really cute 😚

interviews & exposed secrets , walker scobell x reader

“i’m walker scobell.”

“i’m aryan simhadri.”

“and i’m leah sava jeffries.”

the trio smiled as they looked in the camera, adjusting themselves in their chairs as the director gave them the queue to start.

“thanks for joining us guys! it’s such a pleasure to finally meet you.” the interviewer, a woman in her late 20’s, grinned at the three teenagers.

“thanks for having us.” walker smiled. it was time for their press tour before the release of the new Percy Jackson season. this was one of their last interviews of the day, and the three were starting to feel a little bit tired, despite trying not to show it on camera.

“you guys look great! last time you were here, it was about 3 years ago before the release of your first season. did you think the show was going to blow up as much as it did?”

“it definitely took us by surprise, i remember when people started coming up to us for pictures and screaming and i remember just being like ‘what is going on??” leah laughed as she recalled the time when they started gaining popularity.

“yeah for sure, suddenly i was getting a bunch of new followers on my socials and my agent would tell me how good the show was doing and it was just so surreal. im beyond grateful to be where i am right now.” aryan smiled. “although i’m still not completely used to people coming up to my screaming, i can’t lie.”

the interviewer laughed and shook her head in amusement. “what about you walker?”

“i knew the show was definitely going to be popular in retrospect, because i mean Percy Jackson is a classic, but not to the extent it did.” he ran a hand through his hair. “i had like two roles before Percy and wasn’t really known, and suddenly thousands of people will recognize me in like a 7/11 or at the mall or something. it was definitely a big transition. but i’m very lucky to have gone through it with a tight group of friends.” aryan and leah smiled at him, awwing dramatically. “awww walker you love us.”

“so about the show, what can we expect from this new season? is there any crazy plot twists you think fans will be surprised by, maybe something to do with the new characters?” walker perked up at the mention of new characters. he thought of his girlfriend, y/n l/n, and how she had been recently introduced into the show.

“oh for sure! we have some pretty cool new cast members, daniel diemer, tamara smart, andra day, and of course y/n l/n.” walker gave his signature grin, eyes lighting up at the chance of mentioning his girlfriend. leah and aryan exchanged a knowing look. “i can’t say too much, but their performances are definitely going to shock or even upset some people, they’re amazing.

“y/n, she was actually here just two days ago. very talented girl!” the interviewer smiled.

“oh yeah walker knows alll about that.” aryan stifled a laugh as walker elbowed him.

while the two weren’t necessarily a secret, they had just been more private and didn’t always publicly talk about each other. however, walker felt like this was an exception.

“who am i to deny she’s talented?” he joked. the interviewer raised a brow.

“speaking of…you guys have been seen together quite often these days. anything to mention about that?” she pretended to act like it was a big secret.

“she’s an amazing girl, and the perfect addition to the show. i genuinely doubt this season would’ve been as good without her. she worked so hard for the role and i think she deserves her flowers.” leah awwed and pushed his shoulder back and forth teasingly.

“well she definitely got her flowers. from walker. like every single day after filming.” aryan joked as walker started turning red.

“zeus HIMSELF could not tear those two apart. i know people assume it’s for PR and stuff but what they have is REAL and insanely beautiful.” leah emphasized. walker ran his hands through his hair, loving the positivity about his relationship but also wanting to sink into a hole into the ground.

“their fighting scenes always take the longest because walker cannot stop smiling at her or letting her win because he’s afraid to hurt her. i think at some point they had to use a stunt double for y/n because of that actually.” the two laughed as walker rolled his eyes.

“alright guys we get it.” walker huffed as his friends laughed in their own little bubble.

“to be honest, i think the fans have been waiting for this, it’s definitely been a long time coming.” the interviewer reassured walker.

walker smiled, his mind wandering to what he’s going to do after this interview. go home, shower, go to y’n’s house and get a hundred kisses to make up for none today thus far, debrief about their day, and cuddle till they fall asleep.

he thought about what she would say about the interview and leah and aryan’s big mouths. he envisioned her laughing about it and teasing him for blushing so hard and—

“hello earth to walker?? did we lose you??”

this day cannot end any faster.

[cricky-butspicy]

How would the slasher boys react to a really poor, but extremely hard working reader, who hides it. Like full poor person set up, mattress on the ground and skipping meals to save some extra cash. They avoid having the boys over at all costs, because they are pretty worried about being judged.

Even more so once they realize Soleil is from a well off family. They don't want them to think they like them for their money!

If they go out with the boys, everything has to be pre-planned way in advanced. Maybe the boys think reader just likes to know ahead of time, but really reader has labeled jars with their tips in them, so they can pay for themselves. They have a really big jar with a fair amount of change with a fancey restaurant lable, just so they can pay for the boys on one of their dates. They want to spoil them, but it takes planning! They are trying so hard to be a good partner for them, but they really think they are held back with their money situation.

I'd ask about the creatures and the plex boys too, but I'm not sure they would notice. Especially the creatures. Those are human things, not creature things. The only exception might be the not eating part.

Simple answer, all know something is up. Creatures see the after affects, Plex boys can snoop well enough to know and also story stuff means they HAVE to know, and Slashers would know too because of what happens in the fic as well. You can't hide your poorness from them (Well, maybe the creatures, but they've got ideas.)

If you haven't read the fics or aren't caught up in them, it tells you how they'd know. Spoilers ahead!

Creatures would notice your constant exhaustion and malnutrition for sure, but they don't know what it's from and what human things are doing this to you, so no they would only see the signs of you burning yourself to dust over trying to survive. They try to get you to leave human life behind to come be free with them instead. (Though they try to convince you to do that for a lot of reasons. They think human life is stupid. You'd be much better off running away with them, even if it meant you'd possibly turn into some sort of Fae if you left the human realm. (Which is better to them, humans or Fae? Nasty choice for them.))

Plex boys would know because you know, they live with you now in that fic. They see it first hand. And they would notice before that because of their snooping in your file when you seem exhausted and overran. They would know of your paycheck, extra jobs (if you had any) and details on your living circumstances gathered about you from when you were first employed from the beginning because Fazbear Entertainment makes you sign contracts that they can look up and keep tabs on you as a person and what happens in your life when you agree to work with them (They have something similar with being able to look up guests' histories, records and make profiles when entering the premises when buying passes. That's how Moon knew of the person's record of child abuse in the daycare incident. That's a pretty big event in the Pizzaplex Mechanic fic.)

You shouldn't be that in that position though unless under major debt for some other reason if you are working for the Pizzaplex, it's mentioned in the beginning that the wages are great and so are the benefits, and the reader has been working at the Pizzaplex for a good long while at the beginning of the fic (There is going to be a whole prequel fic about their adventures as being the building float before their time as the nighttime mechanic. You get paid well as a float, but get a raise being the mechanic.) Plus, Sun and Moon scan your body all of the time to keep a check on your health. They'd know if you aren't taking proper care of yourself. Plus, if caught up in that fic, you do get that incredibly large sum of hush money and buy a house with them, so, you're good!

Slasher boys though? The reader should know by the time that they are dating Atlas and Soleil that the two of them ALWAYS pay for dates and such because they know their (or Soleil's) position financially. You don't get to pay for dates with them and you have no choice with that, and they mean it very lovingly. You can try, but they always get the bill before you, and by they, I mean Atlas, because waitstaff seem to assume Atlas is the paying man every time because of his aura (even if he hands it off to Soleil most of the time.) They like to play the game of "who's distracting them so the other can pay?" If somehow you end up paying? Atlas sneaks money into your back pocket or a part of your outfit when hugging goodbye to you, and it's always more than what the date or meal cost. You can yell at him about it over text, but he'll just tease and say

"Well, don't steal our bill next time ;) You know what will happen, so you got the consequences of your actions. Don't make me stuff money in your waistband next time. I'll stuff it deeper next time if you make me do it again."

Don't play with these boys with money. You treat them with your presence, personality, and in plenty of other ways. They (Soleil) can care for the money. Atlas had to get used to it, too. Now it's your turn.

Also, they did move you out and into your new apartment in the fic in chapter 3, so they know what your stuff looks like already, and they did buy you new stuff when they figured out you were lacking. New towels, furniture, and all <3 So, they know. They know you are poor as shit, they saw your mattress and everything when you were first in the hospital. And they continue to know because being poor doesn't change over night. Atlas knows that better than most at the college you go to. But they'll ignore it for you. They won't bring it up in obvious ways that tell you they know. They won't belittle you or make fun of you. They'll let you have time to prepare for going out even if they know they are paying anyway whether you like it or not and they won't force you to make you let them come over. They just surprise you a lot with things. Things you might need or want. They know you won't buy them (or maybe rather can't,) so they do it.

When you try to pay for things, they tell you to treat yourself or save it for a rainy day. You work so hard for you money so they want you to have it. They've got this. They take care of their own, and you my friend, are their own <3

[mogglewrites]

My brainworms refuse to rest, and so I am here now with Johnny × Jean Loo Pissoir Thoughts(TM)

From what I've seen, it's either the pair starts out friendly with each other, or they're bickering, not quite fully hate but definitrly not liking each other's face as much.

I want to get into the courting and stuff, but also plot lines for the ship that has been circling in my mind. It's kinda NSFW, but nothing explicit ✌️ More under cut 👇👇👇

I'm gonna pull from my Homestuck roots a bit and bring out the Love and Hate ships, so please hang on💦 The definition here isn't 100% accurate to how it's used in Homestuck, but I find that the system is great for categorising relationship dynamics.

Love (♡) = Classic romantic lovey dovey stuff

Hate (♤) = Dislike for each other to the point of obsession

I'm also going to separate this into situations where Johnny is more dominant, and Jean Loo is more dominant. Whoever's name is on the left is the more dominant one (and the one that tops)

Johnny ♡ Jean Loo

Old fashioned flirting by Johnny. Really turning up the sweetness to make Jean Loo's composure crack, then melt right in his hands. Jean Loo is super tsundere, but he gives it up for Johnny. The confession is awkward, and Jean Loo protests when he has to bottom, but Johnny really soft and loving, so he lets him.

Johnny ♤ Jean Loo

Jean Loo is getting on his nerves. Johnny won't tolerate this anymore! If the rapper intends on continuing to bug him, then he'll teach Jean Loo a lesson! Johnny discovers his inner dom. A hidden side of him that once Jean Loo gets a taste, he gets brat tamed real quick.

Jean Loo ♡ Johnny

Jean Loo crushing hard on Johnny. He tries to flirt and makes a fool of himself confessing to Johnny. Luckily Johnny finds him endearing. He recognizes that Jean Loo is genuine, just having some difficulty expressing himself. Jean Loo is clumsy, but he does anything and everything to make Johnny feel comfortable and loved.

Jean Loo ♤ Johnny

Johnny is irritating. He's a damn oaf who doesn't know how good he's got it. Jean Loo is gonna put him under his heel and makes sure he stays there. Johnny becomes a literal bully's pet. A lot of degradation but oh wait, what's this? Johnny is into it?!

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Of course, this is just my brainworms ranting. The dynamics can shift and I'd still like it. I might write these into a fic for real someday, but I don't really have the time right now💦

[theballadofharkness]

Hey just wanted to say I really miss your Whiskey and Wine story it was so great! Are you planning on any updates soon?

Also do you have any more Agatha stories in store? I really enjoy your work overall but have been really missing Agatha and Claire. ☺️

Hi love! Yes lots more Agatha and Claire! I’ve been finishing my second parters to my Maya fics but rest assured my main love will always be Agatha and I’ve got multiple fics on the go for her x as for Whisky and Wine, I honestly didn’t think many people were interested in me continuing! I have a few one shots planned in that universe but I’ll definitely get back on it! Xx

And also - if anyone has any ideas for Agatha or Claire fics, my asks are open! I’m already working on some people’s asks xo

[matchamuffinmwuh]

Yayyyyy~~~!! Back to the good ol' Matcha and Akio Shenanigans™ Lmao, you're right. 😂 No worries, though, almost all of my posts are filled with you, too. Oh my goodness, that sounds wonderful! I looked up some traditional Indian-style weddings, and they look beautiful. My congratulations to your cousin and her groom! :D Oh, wow... I didn't even know that about western weddings (I've never been to one), I kind of just assumed they walked down the aisle together. :0 But, wow, an ENTIRE band? That sounds like one hell of an upbeat wedding. Thanks for sharing <33 -Btw I'm going to split that first reply into sections so that it's easier for u to read :DD

Ooh, that sounds like something I'd be interested in. It's on my To-Read list now, so I'll be on the lookout for it.

⇾ Ah, your balcony still sounds awesome. It sounds so... homey(?). Just being able to rest on the floor, covered in trinkets, an old, rickety stool - it creates a very nostalgic, warm vibe. Also, not having that feeling is spectacular, bro. Our old cat, Winston, used to climb into our attic and would legit never come down unless someone came and manhandled him down the stairs. Said someone, usually being me, and I swear every time I went up to get him, walking around on our house's roof beams(?), trying not to fall into the roof foam, and just looking up, down and around for my cat with my phone flashlight in the dark, I legitimately could not get over the impending feeling that I was going to crash through the wood and die. I miss the cat, but I do NOT miss those days.

⇾ Oh no, I wonder why Ushimaru is afraid of phones. Poor kitty. :/ That's great to hear about Mochiko and Shiko, don't feel pressured to take pics though! :D (Also btw, if u try to, and they get scared, dw that they'll hate u or stay mad at you because they only remember minor incidents like that for about 16 or so hours.) Awhwhh!! That sounds adorable! I'm not sure what it's called either, but there's a scientific term for cat/kitten cuddling (a cuddle-puddle!!!!🥺), so there's hopefully one for that, too. But grabbing them by their scruffs seems pretty accurate too. If I had to guess, though... maybe scruffing I think that usually refers to humans doing that to cats, but it includes cat-to-kitten scruffing as well?? Either that or I just made a brand-new word 😂

⇾ Wowza, your big sister is the same age as my big brother! :00 Oh, and uh... trust me... my little brother is something, alright. (You should check Chapter 21 of our texting fic - he came up in conversation - it's wild.) Also... I'd love to believe that, but we've known each other for over three years now, and they all love my younger brother. 🥲 I think it might be a me problem, though. (I legitimately haven't made a single irl friend because of social anxiety, and I always have trouble interacting with new people, especially if they're around my age.) I never really got comfortable around my step-sisters for some reason. So, I guess I'm the awkward one. :3

⇾ NO RICE COOKER BESTIES ASSEMBLE

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Oh, yay! I'm glad that dish is to your fancy~! Oh wow, talking over hot pot sounds amazing! I hope u have a blast! (Lmao, broth just super tasty in general. Salty broth sounds delicious for hot pot :D) Ah, thanks! They loved it, even had seconds! That sounds AWESOME! (Lol, I think all u need to do is attach a link and Tumblr will automatically embed it for you. Oh, yay, a lot of Indian dishes are [accidentally] vegan. I think it's because there are a large population of vegetarians in that area, but don't quote me on that. 😅)

OMG YES THEY R!! All of them are just little adorable models istg. Oh yay, that's to hear! It's always nice to experiment with kitty palates. We have one who LOVES anything with crab inside it, but is super picky with everything else, and another who devorés anything u give him besides freeze-dried salmon. The palate spectrum is insane. Ahhh, of course!!

With condolences because of how long this is,

Matcha <3 !!

What’s your favorite nostalgia-inducing possession?

Do you have a favorite hour of the night? If so, what is it?

Do u have a favorite type of candy? If so, what is it?

+bonus: what’s your favorite animal?

💯 original questions here. Hah. :333

omggg u saw my tag post!!!!! Hi matcha ily!!!!

• My favourite nostalgia-inducing posession has to be this rainbow dash plushie i got when I was like 4. Whenever I see it i remember seeing an ad about a mlp app where you could scan the leg of the pony and some hologram would appear and little me drew on the plushie but messed up horribly, I still have it and love it to death

• Fav hour has to be 2-3 am, i am nocturnal and have clinical insomnia so I find myself awake around this time alot, and it's just really relaxing to be cold in the ac at post midnight and doing random shit, it's fun

• My fav candy is those sour rainbow candy strips!!! Or js sour candy in general that shit BUSSIN (I found out im allergic to food colouring so I havvt had those in a while :[)

• My fav animal is for sure cats. Specifically black void kitties. And otters are up there too

Again ty for the question matcha ilyyyysmmm!!!!!! <3

[bombshellsandbluebells]

New Psych fans if you've only been looking at fic on ao3 and aren't from the era where every fandom had their own associated fan websites, I want you to know there's a site dedicated to just Psych fanfic and it's STILL up and running!! which is amazing, honestly

Most of these single fandom sites are no longer around but I loved finding out that this one still is