#rvb female reader

[heaven-s-black-box]

Luck- Wash x Fem!Ex-Freelancer!Reader

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Recovery date: January 8th, 2025

Description: Hiya!!! When I saw your requests were open I just had to as for a Agent Washington from RvB(could be a short scenario or a full fic) because out of the very few writers put there for him I think that you are by far the best!!

Notes: CW Reader is vaguely implied to be suicidal (not wearing her armor in a war zone) This work was recovered in conjunction with an anonymous researcher, we thank them for their contribution. Went for a different route with my freelancer reader this time, she defected with Tex instead of being sent to Blood Gultch.

Word count: 1 181

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Y/n pinched the bridge of her nose, letting out a long and tired sighed.

She was standing in a doorway of… it didn’t really matter. Nothing really mattered to her in this moment. Not the concerned and questioning stares of the New Republic soldiers as she walked around without her armor, not the strategic questions Kimball bombarded her with, and certainly not the dog pile in front of her.

Griff seemed to be on the bottom, she’s pretty sure she sees his armor peeking out, and Simmons is directly on top of him. She assumes Griff decided to sprawl on the ground in protest of something and this was Simmons’ way of getting him to move, because Tucker is on top of him like they were trying to make it uncomfortable. Then Caboose is on top, and she’s not even surprised.

She pities Kimball, putting her faith in these morons right now. But more than anything she pities them, the reds and blues- No. Tucker, Caboose, Griff, and Simons. The reds and blues includes Sarge, Lopez, Donut, Wash, Carolina, Church, and Doc. They are not the reds and blues, not right now.

Griff continues to yell incoherently, drowned out by the pile above him and everybody else yelling.

“Would you please,” Y/n yelled, shutting them up, “try to behave yourselves.”

Everyone was facing away from her, but Caboose craned his neck awkwardly until he could kind of see her.

“Y/n! Where’s your armor?”

“Being repaired.” A lie. She still had her freelancer armor, it was more durable than anything these guys had and that was why she wasn’t wearing it. “Caboose, get up. Same with the rest of you.”

Caboose practically jumped to his feet and ran over to her, locking her in a strong hug– he’d been doing that more recently since they got separated from the others.

Separated, that’s what she kept telling him. It’s what she kept telling all of them, but she wasn’t sure she believed it anymore herself. Did she ever really? She’d seen so many miracles that maybe her luck had finally run out.

Luck.

Wash did not believe in luck, and if he did his was definitely shit. York was always the lucky one, and he was dead so clearly the well of luck must be running dry. But in this moment, he could only hope that whatever drops might be left land on him.

Him, or her? Y/n. Who really needed the luck right now?

He watched Sarge grill some poor Federal army soldier on weapon maintenance while Donut cheered him on in the background and Lopez seemed to be commentating in Spanish. Was this making him miss the blues? He’s not sure, but he definitely misses Y/n. Or as Tucker so kindly puts it, the other brain cell.

Not only does he miss her, but he’s worried about her. Does she know he’s alive? He hopes she does, but the only way to know for sure is to see her. So he has to get this goddamn rescue mission off the ground.

“Sarge! He knows what he’s doing, let him work!”

“How do you know that? You weren’t there for his training, we gotta make sure this mission goes off without a hitch! We gotta save your princess in a tower! You know, operation rescue Simmons! And if Griff accidentally dies, then that’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.”

“La princesa te matará por eso,” Lopez replied,and for once Donut’s translation was on the mark.

“I agree with Lopez, Sarge, I think Y/n might kill you for that.”

“Why? Princess’ can kick ass, you ever seen Xena: Warrior Princess? Or Wonder Woman, she’s a princess! And that Princess from the Italian plumber game, sure she keeps getting kidnapped but when she fights she kicks ass.”

Wash isn’t sure if he’s more baffled by Sarge’s take on princess Peach or just his list of pop culture princesses. He wasn’t even sure if Xena counted as pop culture.

“Just,” Wash sighed, waving his hands in surrender, “leave the poor guy alone.”

How far apart were they, on this strange planet?

They’d definitely been further apart, they’d been so far apart after the project fell. He’d refused to leave, becoming a recovery agent, and she’d been one of the first to defect. He would have left if she’d asked, but that wasn’t her style– in that sense they were the same. They were the worst, the most timid, barely scraping by it seemed while everyone else flourished. Wash only stayed to help Epsilon and the AI, but if Y/n had asked him to leave, to join the fight from the outside, he wouldn’t have hesitated.

That was her strength, always the negotiator, and his strength, she’d always called him a jack of all trades; a strength that had saved them time and time again, whether he realized it or not.

As if bound by an unseen force, both freelancers return to their rooms.

They collapse into their stiff beds, and Wash groans as his helmet bounces off the metal slab of a cot. The back of Y/n’s head hits the sweater she’d folded up as a pillow, and it barely cushioned her from the stiff weave of the collapsible cot. Her armor was piled in the corner of her room, the helmet set on top staring at her.

Wash closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and then begins adjusting his radio signal.

“Y/n? Carolina?” He calls into the empty room. He’s on the old freelancer channel, but he gets no reply, so he changes the channel again. “Y/n? I know you’re out there.” Wash stares at the empty ceiling, it’s an old channel that the MOI didn’t monitor. Good for late night gossip with the others, but it had long since fallen into disuse.

In the New Republic base, Y/n rolls onto her side, cushioning her head with her arm and stares at her armor. The dark visor stares back, and the scratches and chips in the paint remind her that they have survived so much already.

“I’m coming for you. We’re, coming for you, all of you. I’m worried about you, you know, so just hold out a little longer, please.”

Groaning, Y/n pulled herself from her cot and dragged herself over to her armor. She picked up the helmet and dropped back onto her cot, holding it above herself at eye level.

Wash took another deep breath, opening his eyes for a moment to make sure no one was in the room. He closed them again and let out the deep breath.

“I love you, and I’m telling you in person when we come save you. I think… I should have told you a long time ago.”

Y/n lifted her head and pulled the helmet on, starting up the systems and watching the hud light up. She flicked through channels until she landed on the old freelancer channel.

“Wash? Carolina? Are you out there?”

There was no reply.

[love-beyond-space-war]

Actually yes! Was wondering if you could write a reader who has a daughter-father-like relationship with Siris and therefore is part of the mercs team, but never knew Felix and locus til the thing with Lozano?

Maybe Felix is just taken aback or sm

Sorry if it's worded weirdly

It's worded a bit weird but I hope it's okay that I did HCs to try and figure this one out? I hope you enjoy nonetheless even if I didn't get it quite right. I mostly made this to throw my thoughts down on what you gave me but I could probably make it a short story in the future if you give me a plot to work with :D I never wrote regular relationship HCs with him in the past so I struggled at it but I think I got something tangible down lol! I just wanted to do HCs because I don't do those much on here ^^; but let me know if you wanted anything else.

Felix x Siris' Adopted Daughter! Reader HCs

Synopsis: Some HCs of Felix meeting the daughter of the bounty hunter who brought him and Locus together.

Content Warnings: Romantic/Platonic Pairing, Female Reader/Male Character, Platonic Siris x Reader mentioned, Canon-typical violence, Overprotective father, Formatting weird as I wrote this on PC.

As you said, you wouldn’t have met Felix or Locus until after the mission Siris gave them.

In terms of your backstory you are the adopted daughter of Siris since you said the reader has a “father/daughter-like” relationship.

You’re about 18 and were taken in by Siris and his wife.

We don’t know the amount of time that passed between the Club mission and Chorus so I imagine you could’ve met Felix between then.

It may be by chance or the two still have some sort of connection to Siris. 

Either way, Felix would be intrigued by the fact Siris, an employer of his, has a daughter.

He knows the guy has a family and all, like a wife, but had no idea he had a daughter.

He’ll admit you do look a bit pretty.

I personally feel Felix is a huge flirt/attempts to be a ladies man?

Regardless of your origins he'd be all about trying to win you over.

He’s still sadistic, arrogant, and selfish but he does try to put on an act to fall into your favor.

There’s big issues I can see arising in this situation though.

For example, I doubt Siris wants the woman he sees like a daughter dating a mercenary he’s hired.

Let alone Felix of all people.

This scenario could also be seen as either platonic or romantic even though Felix would eventually try to make the relationship turn romantic.

I feel the only way Siris would trust Felix with you is if you often checked in with Siris and Felix did some sort of vow to take care of you or something.

Siris cares for family and knows how reckless Felix can be when it comes to certain things.

Felix was the one who offered to take a target as a ransom bargaining chip and that went horribly wrong.

Felix could be an okay friend for you, not the best but he’d try to look after you.

He’d keep an eye on you and be extra careful though because of two reasons.

He really does like and care for you an awful lot despite his selfish behavior.

Plus he doesn’t really want to get in trouble with Siris if anything happens to you.

Adds more work, yeah?

Even if Felix saw you as a friend he’s probably still playfully flirting with you.

Locus may find the thing Felix has for you annoying, then again anything Felix does tends to be annoying for Locus.

If you often travel with Felix then you call your father on the phone to let you know Felix is indeed taking care of you.

If you just stay home then Felix will call you to meet somewhere to talk or do whatever.

Felix likes the feeling of impressing you as it feeds a little into his yearning for power/praise.

When it comes to your connections with Siris I feel the most it would change is how hard it is for Felix to get close to you.

He has to deal with an overprotective dad and it doesn’t help that they have a past.

However another thing I think I can add is the fact you may also have experience in merc work.

Maybe Siris took you in by finding you through mercenary work?

If we add that into the story then you and Felix can have another way to connect.

Plus then Siris worries less about you, since he knows you can handle yourself.

Felix actually may get along better with a mercenary darling because then you two can actually do jobs together.

Felix is the sort of guy you mostly want to hate since he has that personality deep down, but I can see him trying to depict a better personality around you since he doesn’t want to ward you off.

Locus would be the one to keep Felix in check like usual.

He oversees the interactions between you two in case Siris ever tries to ask him about it.

For example, if Siris just wants you and Felix friends, Locus probably has to watch his two partners to make sure they aren’t doing anything.

Felix is definitely the type to tease and encourage a secret relationship behind your father’s back.

Essentially, Felix is your textbook bad influence.

I feel the dynamic of this relationship would be the type where it’s secret and hidden from your father.

Yet Felix would rather make his feelings for you known by everyone since he seems like he's a PDA person?

Either way, I feel any sort of companionship with Felix while connected to Siris may be problematic.

Yet if you both trust and love each other, I can see Siris breaking down and allowing it.

However, Felix will be a dead man if you’re ever hurt.

Especially by him.

[whimsybats]

Red vs Blue x Shy!Fem!Reader

╰┈➤ So there's basically like no content lately for my funky lil space marines.... I'd like to change that.

I'll still be writing my Batfam stuff too but I do want to add a bit to the RvB x Reader side of Tumblr.

I'm also not sure how often I'll post for RvB content (or any in general but I really want to get into imagines/headcanon writing yk?)

But here's my first shot at a RvB x Reader ig? In headcanon format.

Here's how I'd like to imagine a more soft/shy!reader in the canyon, I'm writing as a fem!reader because it's what I'm more comfortable with. [also I'm a sucker for more soft/shy inserts, sue me LOL]

-Reader is seen as a baker, gamer (you can choose table top games or video games), etc to have a bit of variety in interactions. I'd imagine you can fight to a degree like everyone else but social interactions aren't your strong suit.

✧ ▬▭▬ ▬▭▬ ✦✧✦ ▬▭▬ ▬▭▬ ✧

So, you ended up in the shitty canyon of Blood Gulch. In training you weren't known for any outstanding leadership or other skills when it comes to fighting so you were sent here.

To top it all off you're the only female in the canyon... that is until Tex shows up.

Imagine being on Blue Team, I'd like to think Church tolerates you a bit more than the others for being "less annoying" in his words.

Tucker absolutely loves to tease the shit out of you, he'll absolutely try to "woo" you since you've been the only girl he's seen since he's got here.

I think after a while he'd probably stop "wooing" you knowing you showed no interest, but would still tease you.

When Caboose comes around, he would probably follow you around like a lost puppy since you're the only one who is nice to him at the time.

You'd probably have baking days if you had anything good sent in from Command.

•• ━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━ ••

I'd imagine when Tex comes in she enjoys your company a bit more than the others, both being girls... and you're less loud and more tolerable. If she's fixing up Sheila (the tank) she might have you there to help hand over tools and such.

You and Doc might bond being the more quiet ones in the canyon... you might hand him over some baked goods when he would be around, whether they were made by you or one of your teammates (the most likely other one would be Caboose, I'd like to imagine he at least knows how to make a small variety of cookies like chocolate chips, sugar cookies, maybe those peanut butter cookies?) He'd probably try to get O'Malley/Omega to spare you in his plans lol

Oh boy when Donut joins the reds, be prepared for you guys have sleepovers with him and Caboose and let's be real he'd probably drag Doc in (especially in the later seasons).

Being one of the more shy people in the canyon, each of the people might try to get you to be included in the chaos one way or another.

When you get to Chorus, you're probably with Tucker, Caboose, Simmons and Grif. If Felix feels flirty, you probably get dragged off the most by Tucker or Caboose since they notice your cues the most, maybe Grif if he happens to be around (he'd just invite you to raid the mess hall which you'd only accept to get away from the flirting). Caboose might try to take up most of your time as possible unless you're split off for missions.

Wash and Carolina try their best to train you, without scaring you off. Initially you were scared of them when they first showed up, you pretty much have scary guard dog privileges now.

Sarge might try to do a typical over-the-top plan with the reds to support you in some situations if you happen to team up with them against a mutual enemy like the Meta. (might be more post-Wyoming/Prophecy "arc" maybe like s6/Reconstruction)

Although when you're enemies you definitely feel like you could shrink into your armor when you hear his loud booming voice, but since you're there to fight you still stay and fight, you just won't be as involved as Tucker and Church when negotiating, sometimes you pull them away if you have an idea and have one of them shout it for you

You, Grif and Simmons might have chill movie/game nights when you can. (if those are even possible??) You might try to sneak in to the red base but Sarge might let you pass anyways since you keep Donut out of his hair often.

maybe pt 2 later? lmk what you think! (idk how to write for shy!reader well but hopefully i'll improve soon..)

[stareiiez]

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝕮all of 𝕯uty.

Simon Riley.

𝘣𝗹𝗎𝙧𝘣𝙨

ghostface!simon 18+

series.

Little Mouse. (ongoing.)

chapter one. chapter two. chapter three

chapter four. chapter five

note: my take on haunting adeline, but make it simon riley instead. contains stalking, adult topics, smut and dead dove topics. MDNI!

Red vs Blue

Leonard Church.

series.

Flower Petals & Blood. ( on-going.)

chapter one. chapter two. chapter three. chapter four. chapter five. chapter six. chapter seven.

note: Hanahaki Disease AU for our female dear reader. Contains smut, bodily fluids, angst. possible character death, love triangles, pining.

Mephistophelian Summer. (hiatus.)

chapter one chapter two chapter three.

note: a rvb!horror au of the gang going out to embrace the beginning of summer in the woods and near a lake. Little did they know that this is a summer they wouldn't forget.

contains : blood, gore, murder, stalking, major and minor character death, bodily fluids.

𝘣𝗹𝗎𝙧𝘣𝙨

Felix McScouty. as a father as a father with a male s/o (feat Locus.)

Agent York. as a father. (feat. with a male s/o)

Agent Washington

as a father.

Lavernius Tucker

as a father.

𝓛ove && 𝓓eepspace

Sylus

Horseshoes ( one shot )

1.

note : sexual themes, sex with cis fem reader, drinking, cursing, lewd thoughts, aftercare, fluff. 18+, minors go away

Invincible Masterlist

𝓙ason Peter Todd

 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝘣𝗹𝗎𝙧𝘣𝙨

 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ arkham knight's punishment

 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ joyride

 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ here kitty kitty

𝕿ransformers

𝓞ptimus Prime ( bayverse)

 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝘣𝗹𝗎𝙧𝘣𝙨⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ riding his fingers

 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀snack time

 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝕯evil 𝕸ay 𝕮ry

Dante Sparda

 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝘣𝗹𝗎𝙧𝘣𝙨⠀ ⠀

 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀gun sex ( angry edition)

 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀gun sex ( the prequel)

 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀jealous, much?

[lassuscorde]

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• [ BIO ] they / them. i write sometimes. this is merely a side blog to dump my fanfiction. gonna make it pretty clear when something is NSFW (and it will only ever be mild so) I don’t have to worry about minors. so hi guys have fun.

• [ FANDOMS ]

Red vs Blue is gonna be my main focus for right now though.

r6s, halo (all games), halo (show), rvb, doom, brooklyn 99, firefly (show), subject to change. • [ WRITING ] oneshots, multi chapter stories, imagines, character matchups*, headcanons,

feel free to request something if you’d like. main no-gos are anything illegal, pro-shippy, relating to pregnancy, abusive, generally questionable, all that. i also just might not do it bc. the matchup idea from @/lesbiaseagull*

[ m y t a g -> c o r d e w r i t e s ]

[some-unoriginal-fandom-trash]

what if I made a COD MW2 (reboot) RVB crossover where Tex is the POV character but the readers don't know it's a crossover and I didn't say it was Tex until I later revealed it

this is in fact a reaction to a tik tok where somebody was like "uhhh stop making your female self inserts stronger than Ghost it's unrealistic"

what if I made it a canon character who is absolutely stronger than your silly little military man huh. what then. biiiiitch

[josugayy]

Craziness at Midnight [RvB]

Pairing: Blue Team X Fem!Blue!Reader Fandom: Red Vs Blue (RvB) Notes: Welcome to Hell, AKA Blood Gulch! Warnings: Language, Typical Reds and Blues

You would think, after spending years with this dysfunctional group called Red Team and Blue Team, you would get tired of things. But no. Everyday is a new adventure, whether someone liked it or not.

Take for instance, your arrival to Blood Gulch and Blue Team. Believe it or not, you were one of the first to arrive, yet Church and Tucker still insisted on calling you “Rookie.”

You were there during the time that Flowers was alive, or at least when you arrived, it was three hours before he died.

It was a bit traumatizing to witness on your first day, but while Flowers seemed like a nice and understanding guy, he looked like he had something else planned, something not good.

Not that you minded anymore, because he was long gone - and you were still stuck in this godforsaken Hell of a canyon. And if the canyon wasn’t bad enough, it was the people.

When looking back to the time before the arrival of Caboose, Church and Tucker liked to claim things were peaceful; which was complete and utter BS, because if  anybody on Blue Team liked to bicker, it was those two. They always seemed to find little things to bother the other about, which was exactly why you stayed out of things.

It was hard, at first, staying out of their conflict when Tucker tried to flirt with you constantly and Church considered you the only other sane person here, although he grumbled about you never bothered to actually talk to him so he didn’t want to say much.

And it was true, you were being selfish. But did you care? No. You spent a lifetime training during your life to help the UNSC, only to be sent to the middle of absolute nowhere because your fiery temper caused a large fight. It wasn’t your fault this army was full of misogynist assholes!

But you supposed that knocking five guys out and mortally injuring another was a bit unnecessary...

Life seemed to consider that was alright, though, because it came back to bite you in the ass by Tucker finding your reason as a good excuse to say he liked woman with a hot (in both ways) temper.

And after Caboose came along? Things turned way more hectic. Caboose was quite the character, having what turned out to be O’Malley inside his head, and thus setting him free because everyone’s radio was on.

And figuring out who he was without O’Malley was entirely another story. On the plus side, you found you were relatively okay with kids, or at least as close to a five-year-old-in-a-man’s body could get.

You couldn’t exactly claim it was easy to take care of Caboose, it wasn’t like raising a kid, it was like having your kid be the same way every day, never growing up. It made things routine, but at the same time a tad frustrating because there were some things Caboose just couldn’t comprehend.

But, you found out the hard way you simply had to deal with it, for Tucker didn’t care and Church had a quicker temper than you. Thus, you managed to develop a sort of bond with Caboose, which brings you to now.

“Miss [Name]! Miss [Name]!” Caboose’s excited voice called out, waking you up from a nap. You sat up groggily, rubbing your eyes. What could be so important to wake you up for?

It was useless to fight Caboose off, however, because that could go one of two ways; Caboose disappointed or Caboose using his abnormal strength to get you up. You preferred neither, so you took out your [variation of blue] armor and opened your door just in time to see Caboose there.

“Hello!” He responded cheerfully.

“Yes, hi, Caboose. What is it?” He seemed to think for a few moments.

“Uh... oh! Right! Well, Church and Tucker are doing this thing and they want me to help, and they said you would make me cookies for it but I didn’t like Tucker’s tone so I thought I’d come to you.”

Lately, those two have been making all sorts of weird plans that have you concerned - not necessarily for them, but for yourself. There’s an unbelievably high chance of something blowing up in this canyon, and you wanted nothing to do with it.

“Thanks, Caboose. I’ll check it out, because those two haven’t talked to me.”

“Okay! But you’re still making cookies right?”

“Of course.”

--

“Oh. My. God. This whole thing was stupid from the start! I cannot believe you right now.”

“Ok, this? This wasn’t my fault. You were the one to forget the batteries, not me!”

“You literally ripped a hole in the sleeping bag!”

“So? We have more!”

“No, you dumbass, we have four. And now we’re short one!”

“What does it matter anyways? It’s only just gonna be the two of us?”

“Could you be any more dense?  First, we asked Caboose to help, who will insist on coming because I’m his best fri- fr- you know what forget it. Plus, he literally just ran off calling for the rookie! She’ll end up coming along too!”

“Good! And maybe, since according to you this whole thing has been ruined, it can be just me and her!”

It wasn’t hard to find Church and Tucker; those two were arguing so loudly you wouldn’t be surprised if the Red Team heard them. But you were a bit cautious about whatever they were doing, and you were not willing to be left alone with Tucker.

“Are you kidding me? I’m not letting you alone with [Name]! She’s the only other person who’s sane here, and I will not have you turning her insane because you annoyed her past her limit.”

“Annoy? Woah man, I don’t annoy people. My flirting skills are just so great that all the ladies play hard to get!”

Seriously, just how long will these guys believe that no one hears their conversations? Considering how bored everyone gets, you and Caboose couldn’t have been the only ones to hear them.

“Hey! Second best married couple!” You yelled, making them stop abruptly.

“Second best?”

“Yeah! You ever heard those guys from Red Team? They argue twice as much as you guys do! I was walking the other day, and all those two do is stand around and bicker like some old married couple.”

“Isn’t that what we do? Stand around and talk all day?”

“Yeah, but ours is more consistent. All they do is argue while we come up with shitty plans.”

“Makes sense.”

“Well anyways,” You got back to the task at hand. “What the hell are you two up to?”

“Nothing!” They both rang out, obviously doing a bad job of keeping a secret from you.

“Oh, don’t give me that,” you complained. “I heard you two chatting about batteries and ripped sleeping bags. I also heard my name involved, and I’d like to know what I’m being forced into.”

“Well,” Church said after a thoughtful pause. “We’re looking for a way out.”

You almost thought he was joking. “ A way out?”

“Yeah.” Tucker responded. “We’re sick and tired of all this sun, and thought we could leave through the caves. It’s a hella lot cooler in there, and we haven’t looked at them enough to say there isn’t a path out of this closed off area.” “...Alright. I want in.”

“Huh?”

“You heard me. Look, everyone could use a break. Plus, that’s just the thing. We don’t know what’s out there, so who’s saying we won’t get killed? As one of the only capable people here (probably the only one actually), I have to make sure you don’t die.”

“Aw, how sweet-”

“Shut up Church. It’s that, and I don’t want whatever we find to kill me.”

“Oh. Well, we do have supplies for everyone here, considering we can’t leave Caboose here without the base blowing up-” A loud explosion towards the back of the base sounded. “Tucker did it!”

“As I was saying,” Church continued. “But we’ll need a way to leave without the Reds expecting anything. The last thing we need is even more idiots showing up.”

“Oh that’s easy,” Tucker scoffed. “Just make some scarecrows with our colors and helmets on them.”

“Yeah, but don’t make them too convincing. Some of us here are dumb enough to get them mixed up.”

--

“So...” Grif trailed off, getting more bored by the second as Simmons stared through his sniper rifle. “You find whatever it was that exploded?”

“Nah,” Simmons answered. “Probably another one of the Blues’ failed projects.”

“You sure? Usually they’d be yelling at each other.”

“Well, it looks like they’re just standing around and talking, so I’d say yeah. Nothing productive going on there.”

“Same here,” Grif mumbled under his breath.

“Well, I’m gonna... go downstairs and eat. Since nothing ‘productive’ is going on. This watch is stupid.”

“What? You can’t leave.”

“Why not?”

“Why not? Why not? Grif, literally all you do is nothing all day. Sarge would be pissed at you. The least you could do is bear this until Sarge calls us down for his new plan.”

“Simmons! Grif! Get down here ASAP!”

“Speaking of which...”

--

Meanwhile, in the back of the Blue base, everyone was “having fun” with arts and crafts. And by fun, you meant Caboose was having fun, Church was done with his, and you and Tucker were arguing over your scarecrow.

“Haven’t you ever thought about how perverse and rude that is?!”

“Well, we want this to fool the Reds, right? So they have to be accurate!”

Tucker was trying to convince you to use something to mimic your breast size for your scarecrow. This caused a lot of commotion, and thus why neither you nor Tucker had finished your scarecrows.

“...And, done!” Caboose called, satisfied with his coloring. He put down his blue crayon and Church helped him put the shirt on the scarecrow.

“Hey, you guys done with your spat?” Church turned to you both.

“You know what, forget this!” You threw down the extra helmet you had to the ground. “You want it accurate, make it yourself!”

“Maybe I will!”

“Fine!”

“Fine!”

“I’ll be inside, packing my and Caboose’s bags. Caboose; orange juice or milk?”

“Orange juice, please!”

“Alright.” You nodded your head. “If you need me, I’ll be inside.”

There was a moment of silence as you walked inside, and Church seemed to be stunned at the relatively calm (at least for them) results. But after thinking about what he would do if he commented, he decided to leave it be and pack his own bag.

When everything was all said and done, the tension between you and Tucker managed to slip away (as it does for everyone), and you all gathered in the back of your base once again.

“Okay. So, Tucker, you and me are going to set up the scarecrows, while Rookie and Caboose are going to get Sheila to drive beside them as they head to the caves to shield them.”

“Right.” Tucker nodded.

“You got that, Caboose?” “Of course. Wait, what are we doing again?” A collective sigh sounded out.

Tucker and Church carefully picked up a scarecrow in each hand, and tried to use them as cover as Tucker placed two on the roof, and two facing towards the others (backs to the Red base).

Sheila drove slowly, with Caboose and you slowly moving beside her, and once you two got to the caves, Sheila started heading back.

However, halfway she turned a different direction, much to Church and Tucker’s confusion and frustration.

“Sheila!” Church quietly yelled. “What are you doing?!”

“I’m giving the illusion that I am mindlessly driving around,” Her monotone voice responded, but to the others it sounded a bit smug and teasing.

“But we need your cover!” Tucker said, growing more impatient by the second.

Sheila gave no response, but continued turning in different directions. After a couple of moments, she finally faced the caves and started heading that way. But she drove a little too quickly, and they had to jog with her.

Upon reaching the caves, you voiced your complaints. “What took you so long?” You hissed.

“Sheila was being a bit of a bitch,” Church answered. When Sheila turned to aim at Church after his statement, the three of you headed deeper in, where Caboose was staring at the ceiling.

“Caboose, what the hell are you doing?” Tucker asked.

“Finding the way.” He simply responded.

“The way?”

“Oh yeah, There are weird carvings on the ceiling of each area, so I look at them to find my special spot.”

“...” All of you were speechless at his sudden intelligence; his plan made perfect sense.

Caboose turned to his left and ran off. “Now let’s go find those star unicorns!” And there it goes.

“Well, that was weird.”

“Tell me about it.”

--

“Hey, what are the Blues doing?”

“Oh, same as usual. Standing around and talking. Look, it’s like they’re immobilized.”

“Are they?”

“Can’t really tell, they’re too far away. But since there’s nothing better to do in this place, I’m assuming that’s what they’re doing.”

--

“Ugh, I’m tired. How much longer is this?” You complained, feeling a bad ache in your feet.

“I can always carry you if you want,” Tucker suggested.

“And give you a chance to grope me? Nah.”

“Worth a shot.”

“Maybe we should take a break,” Church observed as Caboose grew more and more tired. “Caboose, how long will this take?”

“The next area. You can tell by the pretty lights.”

Everyone trudged into the place thankfully, and barely managed to open their sleeping bags before passing out. You had a relatively peaceful sleep until Caboose woke you up.

“Miss [Name]?”

“Ugh...”

“Miss [Name]?”

“What.”

“It’s cold.”

“No it’s not.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure it is.”

“No, it’s not.”

“But my arms and legs are freezing!”

You sighed. Clearly, Caboose couldn’t understand sarcasm and denial.

“And what do you want me to do about it?”

“Well, I wanted to share with Church, but he looked scary in his sleep, and I don’t want to be with Tucker. He gropes people.”

“So you want me to share with you?”

“Yes.” Wow, Caboose does not know how to beat around the bush, does he?

“... You’re lucky I’m the only one willing to deal with you. C’mere.”

Tucker woke up, or just barely enough to understand you were about to cuddle with Caboose, and immediately complained. “Oh, so you’ll sleep with him?”

“It’s not like that and you know it! Besides, this wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t ripped a sleeping bag in the first place.” That shut him up, but not Church.

“Are you seriously cuddling with Caboose?”

“What’sa matter? Jealous?”

He quickly turned away, and you heard a stern “no.”

“That’s what I thought.” You said, and gazed at the ceiling.

Caboose wasn’t kidding when he said the place had pretty lights. Right above your heads was a bunch of white lights that represented stars; not too bright to keep someone up, but just visible enough to remind someone of actual stars.

In all, you learned that there was night in Blood Gulch. It was just in the caves. And having to travel with the people you’ve been stuck with to see it? Wasn’t so bad. Or, you considered, it could be worse.

You would still never be used to the craziness that is in Blood Gulch, but you sure as heck would be able to look back on these days in interest, and appreciate moments like these.

Your canyon was full of mysteries, both in what environment it has and the people stationed here. But did that matter?

Not to life, who likes to screw you all over in weird ways.

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Not quite sure I got their characters right, but I had fun with this. Tell me if I’m missing any warnings and such, and feel free to request!

Thanks for reading!

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Commandments

To ensure the quality isn’t deviated, I come up with a self-ruling for my two series and comics in general. Some of these commandments were developed during my past reviews on previous works.

I will also explain why I came up with each of these commandants.

General

Make the comics for people over the internet and you know in real life.

Unless you like making alternate accounts with different usernames, if you talk about your work, it needs to look “approachable” and not too weird that your mother would disapprove of.

No porn. Ever.

Speaks for itself.

Make what you want to make. Write what you like. Don’t be fully influenced by what everyone else thinks is best.

If you want to write stuff other people WANT you to write, your disinterest in it may suffer through quality.

The wrong way is the right way.

Go against the grain of the popular thing that everyone wants to do. When people want to make Half-Life 2 fanfiction, historical war screenshots, and silly TF2 machinima; find your own voice.

Avoid the Ctrl+Alt+Dlt approach

People made fun of the overly serious and otherwise dark subject of miscarriage. They also make fun of the overly wordy strips. I want to avoid those at some extent.

Servers

The entire canon comic must take place within the Game Helmet with some direct relation to real life.

I try to make Servers use only Garry’s Mod screenshots. I thought about real life photos to tell the canon story, but it would otherwise take focus away from the inside world of the Game Helmet.

Avoid the Flanderization of characters in the canon. In the non-canon, anything goes.

The characters are complex, but also simplified to be understood by the general audience. I don’t want them to always haggle on about their one defining feature.

Avoid the same mistakes brought on by: Megatokyo, Red vs Blue, The Leet World, Uncharted 3.

When you watch, read, or play something, there’s a part you may not like and will not try to replicate in your work. On the flip side, there may also be some good stuff you do want to copy. As Servers takes a lot of story inspirations more so than my other works, I try to avoid the huge mistakes that other stories made. With Megatokyo, the plot became overbearing. RvB and Leet World focused on a serious conspiracy plot that didn’t fit the comedic tone. Uncharted 3′s pirate level didn’t fit in the story structure and overall mood of the desert adventure.

Real world situations and behavior shouldn’t conflict too much with the weird world of video games. 

There’s a difference between how people react when they play games and interact in real life. Sometimes they’re a dick in-game, but less of a dick in real life.

Focus on all of the Bravos even though Bravo 2 seems to be a focal point.

As I continue to develop Servers, I realize that Bravo 2 seems to be the center of it all the plot reasons. Since I’m basing Bravo 2 off of myself, it seems a bit too...egotistical and weird. I also feel like I need to convince people to enjoy everyone rather than getting annoyed to see one character.

Frank will never get with Katie.

Story reason.

Frank isn’t retarded or a huge pervert. At times, he’s insensitive even when he isn’t aware of it.

Frank’s pervertness in the old comics were mainly my way of imploring cheap comedy when I enjoyed it through reading mangas.

Katie isn’t entirely vulnerable. She’s an adult. She can handle her own misfortune.

Some people out there want a strong female character in their stories. Katie needs to be someone who, like her Bravo teammates, strengthen herself through the journey.

Bravo 2 is a gamer who has experienced it all throughout the past two decades. He is representative of the general gamer who spends most of his time on the internet. He’s human. He makes mistakes.

Bravo 2 is THE person that the general gaming audience connects to. He’s cynical sometimes. He’s an asshole sometimes. He’s caring sometimes. He enjoys being a geek but at the same time, is conflicted about it as his life hits one awkward point after another.

The cast can make easter egg cameos in other non-Servers works, but not directly a confrontational appearance.

Since TF2O: Maggot where Frank made an appearance in the cover, I feel it became both a self-amusing joke and tradition to include the Bravos in most non-Servers works at this point. Their easter egg appearance doesn’t really take the reader away from the full story experience unless if it suddenly becomes a direct minor interaction such as, “Hello, I’m the TF2 Pyro! Woah, you guys at the Bravo team!” It would alienates TF2-only fans further as they think I’m advertising my other comics. I came up with this commandment after reviewing my past comics (Quest for Candy and Pyro & Bear) where the Bravo team seem out of place.

Team Fortress 2 Originals

The setting must take place within Team Fortress 2 unless through a greater force.

As the comic is meant for TF2 fans, it needs to only be in that world. Cutaways are fine and so are trans-dimensional (aka. general teleportation) trips to other games.

Serves more as editing and posing practice.

My lowered expectations for making TF2O comics the “best thing I will ever make” has (sometimes) worked out in the end. Servers, not so much.

RED Team should be viewed as protagonists.

Valve does it.

Scout’s Sister is nameless.

Valve doesn’t bring out the TF2 casts’ real name on a pedestal.

No one dies on-screen. Corpses and injuries are fine though.

For kids!

No curse words.

Valve doesn’t do it.

Plot’s background should loosely, but closely, follow TF2′s plot.

It’s pretty much a TF2 fan-fic.

Use a map once per TF2O comic unless otherwise.

I want each comic to serve as a standalone and its own adventure. It also helps if I use an official map (Valve-made or community-accepted), TF2 players can know where all of the scenes are and imagine themselves watching the comic events unfold. For community maps not-yet accepted, I wanted to showcase the mappers’ work.

Up next: How I make my comics.

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Stress Relief- Wash x fem!Ex-Freelancer!Reader

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Recovery date: December 18th, 2023

Description: Wash and Y/n make time for each other in the chaos following their crash landing.

Includes- slight plot, cumming in clothes

Notes: Thank you to my friend who beta read this, even though they've never seen rvb.

Word count: 777

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Wash was completely on edge– practically bursting at the seams. He’d thought being stuck with the reds and blues in Valhalla was bad, but this was worse. Not only did he not know what was going on with dwindling supplies and surrounded by idiots, but their bases on chorus were completely open air. They were exposed to the elements constantly, every little sound was constantly echoing all around the canyon, and there was zero privacy.

So Agent Washington, one of the few remaining elite freelancers, was incredibly on edge; in more ways than one.

“Really?” He asked, as Tucker lay panting on the ground in front of him.

“Dude, I’ve been running laps all morning, give me a break!”

“I gave you a break an hour ago! Now get up, we’re ru-”

“Lunch!” Y/n’s voice suddenly crackled through their helmets.

Tucker’s helmet clicked as he pulled it off, taking deep breaths as the fresh air washed over him. He could practically feel the glare Wash was sending him as he looked up at him.

“Have I ever told you how much I love your girlfriend-”

“Get moving.”

Wash didn’t wait for him to scrape himself off the ground, storming off towards blue base where he could see everyone gathering.

He needed a minute to cool off, he knew that. Tucker may be difficult but even he had to admit he was being a little hard on the man. Everytime Tucker ran a lap Wash was right there with him, which meant every slip of pace and shortcut got caught. When Tucker didn’t know Wash caught him taking a shortcut, he’d let it slide on occasion, but he couldn’t let the teal soldier expect that treatment.

The only reason Wash was running those laps though was because he was trying to relieve some of his stress; it was a habit from the project.

“Wash?” 

He stopped just slightly inside the base, and turned to find Y/n standing by one of the halls further into the ship's remains. Tucker slipped past him, snickering as he went to join the others.

Y/n motioned for him to follow her, and he practically tripped over his feet as he chased after her into the storage.

“I say we have maaaybe ten minutes here,” Y/n laughed as she jumped up on a crate.

Wash stood between her legs, letting her wrap her arms around his shoulders as he rested his hands on her waist.

“At this point I’ll be done in two,” he grumbled before kissing her.

He wrapped his arms around Y/n’s waist so he could remove his wrist braces and the gloved part of his under suit. Once he’d removed them, he unlatched her codpiece and set it aside before rubbing at her clit through the fabric. Y/n moaned, tangling her hands in his hair and biting at his lower lip.

“Da-ah- David.”

“Hey.”

They pulled away for air, and Y/n slid her hands down to his chest to push him back a bit. His fingers stilled as his brows furrowed in confusion until he realized she was trying to remove his codpiece. She quickly unlatched it, letting it clatter to the floor and making them both wince as it echoed around.

Not that it stopped them. Instead, Wash lifted her off the crate and backed her against it so he could grind against her.

Their heavy breathing and soft sounds echoed through the space as they pressed against each other frantically. But Wash was right when he said it wouldn’t take long as all of their tension quickly boiled over and they came, moaning into each other's mouths to muffle the sounds.

When they finally parted, panting, Wash let out a frustrated groan.

“What?”

His head dropped to her shoulder as she unwrapped her legs from his waist and stood on shaky legs.

“We just came in our suits…” he mumbled.

Y/n laughed.

“Not like it’s the first time.”

“Don’t remind me.”

“Well, look at it this way, while they dry we could… take our time and go another round?”

“And leave the idiots alone?”

“Don’t worry about them.”

---

Across the canyon, in red base, the rest of the reds and blues were in the middle of a competition to see who could organize their half of the inventory faster.

“Isn’t this Wash’s job?” Griff whined.

“He’s been really stressed recently, Y/n was right, this is the least we can do to help him.”

“I wonder what they are doing,” Caboose said, while helping Simmons color code items.

“Trust me, you do not want to know.”

“Bow Chika Bow Wow.”

“Tucker!”

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I want one- North x Fem!Reader

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Recovery date: August 21st, 2023

Description: Modern AU North x reader where they visit yorkalina and their new baby.

Notes: N/a

Word count: 191

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“And up!” York laughed as he lifted his son's legs to slide a diaper under his butt.

He and North were sitting on the living room floor to change him, while Carolina and Y/N were having tea in the kitchen. Carolina looked up from her cup and laughed as York leaned down and blew a raspberry on the baby's tummy. He squirmed a bit and made a face like he was trying to laugh but couldn't figure out how.

While York put the changing supplies away, North buttoned the baby’s onesie back up.

“North,” Y/N called, making her husband look over, “I want one.”

Carolina choked on her tea and spluttered as North’s face lit up.

“Two.”

“We already have Theta,” Y/n laughed, sipping at her tea.

“True, but I want two more.”

The baby made a disgruntled noise before starting to cry. North quickly scooped him up and began to sway while patting his back; cooing gently as he went. He was completely distracted from the previous conversation when Carolina leaned towards Y/N.

“I look forward to the good news,” she whispered, making Y/N laugh.

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Love- Wash x Fem!Ex-Freelancer!Reader

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Recovery date: August 19th, 2023

Description: N/a

Notes: N/a

Word count: 407

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“Tucker still running laps?” Y/N asked, her helmet tucked in the crook of her arm as she looked up at Wash who was working on the comm tower.

“I don’t know,” he grunted as something clanked, “is he actually running?”

“Wash,” Y/N warned.

He let out a tired sigh and smacked the radio. It hissed a bit before going quite again.

Y/n tossed her helmet up onto the platform, making Wash jump as it clattered against the metal and rolled to his feet. She then jumped up to the platform, briefly activating her enhancement, and landed with a resounding thud.

In the distance, Tucker yelled and the reds’ heads popped out of their base. 

“Cut them some slack, please?”

“Ugh, you sound like Tucker. We’re not used to doing anything,” he mocked. “Church never made us run laps. Well I don’t care!”

“Yes,” Y/N came up behind him and set her hands on his shoulders, “you do. That’s why you’re making him run laps, and why you lent the reds your tools, and why you’re giving Caboose his space.”

She ran her hands absently through Wash’s hair as she scanned blue base to find Caboose mopping in a corner still. Tucker was braced against a wall, panting after finally finishing his laps, and the reds were having a meeting in front of their base.

Wash took a deep breath, leaning his head back against Y/N and looking up at her. She stopped her sweep to meet his eyes and smiled at him.

For a second, he was back in the project. He’d just taken his first heavy hit on a mission. Someone was worrying while on the comm with evac, and he was on his back as Y/N administered basic first aid. It was raining on that planet, and they had their helmets on, but he can still see her face when he remembers that day.

“I love you,” he whispered as his eyes slipped closed.

She hummed, leaning down and kissing his forehead before whispering, “That won’t make me side with you.” Wash groaned. “I will admit, Tucker needs to whine less and train more, but go easy on them… Caboose isn’t the only one mourning.”

“Fine,” he sighed. There was a brief pause as he turned back to the radio, and then he spoke again. “I’ll leave Tucker alone for the rest of the day… keep me company?”

“Always.”

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Valhalla- Wash x Fem!Ex-Freelancer!Reader

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Recovery date: August 14th, 2023

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

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

Word count: 843

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

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

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

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

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

Simmons and Tucker face palmed.

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

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

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

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

“Lopez is right!” Sarge nodded.

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

“We can’t take Y/N-”

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

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

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

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

“I love fairytales!” Donut cheered.

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

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

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

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

“Lavernius!” Y/N scolded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Carolina?” The two ex-freelancers asked.

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

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

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

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Recovery date: August 13th, 2023

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

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

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“Wash.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Much better.”

“Dork,” she laughed.

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey blues!”

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

“Dude, no attacks before eight!”

“It’s eight O’one!” Simmons yelled.

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

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

“Wait, why are you just accepting this?”

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

“What about Wash?”

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

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

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

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

The reds started grumbling amongst themselves.

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

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

“What makes you say that?”

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

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

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

“Wait, that sounds like-”

“Deal!”

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

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

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

“Yay!”

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

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

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

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

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

Taking off his helmet, Wash frowned in confusion.

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

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

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

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

“God damn it.”

[heaven-s-black-box]

What We Do- North x Fem!Freelancer!Reader

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Recovery date: August 12th, 2023

Description: politely requesting a north x reader where reader has been reckless on a mission and north is understandably concerned

Notes: This entry was recovered in conjunction with an anonymous researcher, we thank them for their contribution.

Word count: 1 262

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"Wyoming!" Wash yelled over the comms.

"Someone check on him.”

Carolina, Wash, and York were up on the second level of the warehouse, just barely catching sight as Wyoming took a shot to the chest. They were working on opening the big warehouse doors so that team B could get to the extraction point.

"I'm alive,” he groaned, “ just in alot of pain"

"I'll be there in a second."

"North,” South yelled over the gun fire, “don't let your girlfriend do anything stupid!"

The twins were just outside the big doors, trying to clear up the extraction point for 479er.

Back inside the warehouse, Y/N ducked out from behind her cover to scan the area. She was pinned down with Florida just across and down from where Wyoming had been shooting, and was now braced against the wall.

"Michigan, do not move," Carolina warned over the comms.

"He needs medical attention, Florida, cover me."

Darting out from behind a stack of crates, Y/N slid up to another crate. Still just out of reach of Wyoming.

"Michigan," North's voice snapped, "stay where you are. You can't help him if you get shot!"

Rolling her eyes, Y/N looked back out the way she'd come, narrowly missing a bullet. Florida took aim, and there was a shout as one of the assailants was taken out. He gave Y/N a thumbs up, and she made room for him to join her at the new crate.

Y/N waved at Wyoming, motioning for him to make room for her, and he awkwardly shuffled over.

"Okay, here it goes."

“Doors open!” York yelled just before a bullet hit the control panel, stopping the door a bit more than a foot off the ground. Carolina whipped around to take the attacker out as the other two ducked.

"Michigan!" A few different voices yelled over the comms as she jumped out and forward towards Wyoming's hiding spot.

Through the comms, everyone heard a yelp followed by silence.

"Michigan?"

"Michigan!"

"Don’t worry, Michigan is fine... her helmet not so much," Florida responded.

The team on the second floor took a staff access out to the landing pad, finding South waving down 479er while North slipped under the door. There were a few shots before Florida slipped under the door, half dragging Wyoming, followed by North and Michigan.

A heavy breeze rushed across the platform as the Pelican settled down for them to load up.

“Michigan, you okay?”

Y/N frowned under her helmet, her ears still ringing from the shot and her helmet's sound system half broken. North had his arm wrapped around her to guide her with her fractured vision. He tapped her side and pointed at Carolina who was waving at them.

“Michigan?”

“So-” Y/N’s voice crackled as the speaker in her helmet gave out. With a sigh, she unclasped her helmet and tucked it under her arm as the team loaded into the pelican. “Sorry. Broken helmet, ringing ears, couldn’t hear shit.”

“Ya, well, you’re lucky you can still hear at all. What were you thinking?” Carolina snapped.

“Everyone good back there?” 479er called.

Even through the helmet, Y/N could feel the glare Carolina was giving her as she moved up to the cockpit.

“Wyoming’s still gonna need a med team!”

“And you’re getting one too!”

“God damn it.”

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“How’s he doing?”

“Hm?” Y/N hummed as the doctor took off the blood pressure cuff.

She turned over her shoulder to find York entering the med bay. He was out of armor by now and in a t-shirt and sweatpants, Y/N was still in her under suit. The downside to being sent straight to med bay.

“Wyoming.”

“Oh, he’s good, just sleeping. Doctor said he’ll be back within a week, armor lock’s a life saver. Also the bullet missed anything important.”

“That’s good. That’s good,” he nodded. “North’s beating the shit out of some targets in the training room.”

Y/N looked up from putting her armor back on.

“I didn’t… you mean shooting the shit out of targets?”

“No… No, I said what I said.”

Neither of them said anything as Y/N finished putting her armor back on, minus the helmet.

“I guess I’ll stop by on my way to my room.”

“Please do,” York leaned towards her as she passed by, “I think he’s waiting.”

“That’s what I’m worried about,” Y/N mumbled as York continued over to see Wyoming.

When she finally reached the training room she found North doing the hand to hand training against the targets, without his armor. She stopped just inside, taking a quick look up at the viewing deck. It, unfortunately, wasn’t empty.

As North turned to hit another target, he caught sight of Michigan and stumbled in his flow.

“FILISS, end program.”

“Ending hand to hand combat training simulation.”

Y/N sent him a small wave before stepping back out of the training room to wait for him. She didn’t have to wait for long as North jogged out, coming to an abrupt halt when he noticed her leaning against the wall just beside the door.

“All clear?”

“I told you I was fine.”

“Ya, so did Wyoming, and he’s out of commission for a week,” North said as they started walking toward the bunks.

Y/N linked her hands behind her back and stepped a little closer to North to bump shoulders. He looked down at her and sighed, the apologetic look in her eyes slowly sapping his remaining annoyance.

“Don’t do that again.”

“North,” Y/N sighed, “he was injured. If I hadn’t gone over there he’d probably be out for longer than a week.”

“And if you’d been shot too? It was too risky, not only would Wyoming have been without a medic but Florida would have been completely alone in there if team A hadn’t opened the door.”

“Jeez, even the director didn’t chew me out this bad.”

“I’m sure he was more worried about your suit than you,” he grumbled.

There was a lul in the conversation as they came up to Michigan’s door. North was about to say goodbye when Y/N cleared her throat and spoke.

“I uh… I’m a bit sore.”

“Really?” North chuckled, raising a brow.

“You wanna finish this conversation on record or in private?” Y/N hissed. “Plus I need help changing a bandage on my back,” she finished saying at a normal level.

“Well, I guess I can help.”

As soon as the door closed behind them, North’s arm circled around her waist and pulled her back into his chest. He dropped his head to her shoulder and sighed.

“I mean it… don’t do that again.”

“We have this conversation every time,” Y/N reached up and ran a gloved hand through North’s hair. “And everytime I tell you the same thing.”

“You joined this fight to save people, even if it costs you your life.”

There was a click as Y/N began unlatching pieces of her armor with North helping her. It was quiet as he helped her change into her sleepwear, not that she really needed it. As she pulled her shirt over her head, he kissed the nape of her neck.

“Just… be a little more careful. I was serious about what could have gone wrong earlier, but I- I don’t think I could keep doing this if I lost you.”

Y/N turned in North’s hold, running her hands up his arms to cup his face.

“Sure you could, because that's what we do.”

[heaven-s-black-box]

Play Pretend- We need a Medic

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Recovery date: December 13th, 2023

Description: In order to ensure the protection of the alpha, Agent Michigan has been deployed alongside Agent Florida to Blood Gulch outpost Alpha as Blue team’s medic. Her disappearance from the project will be explained through emotional distress over the recent break in and loss of personal; as a medic she has demonstrated an extraordinary amount of care towards the lives of her project mates, far beyond what one would expect of a war torn soldier.

Notes: N/a

Chapters: 1 2 3 4

Word count: 346

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A loud thud and the sound of Church yelling echoed down into the base where Y/N was meditating. Instinctively she cracked an eye open and took a slow deep breath.

Church and Tucker’s bickering barely made its way into the base, so she huffed and ascended the ramp just in time to catch-

“If you dented my forehead, Tucker, I am gonna be pissed.”

She snorted, trying to stifle a laugh, making the three men turn to her. In an attempt to pacify them, she waved her hands in surrender and offered them a gentle smile. Before she could apologize, Church spoke up again.

“Let’s try this. I”ll jump outta Lopez’s body real quick…” As he continued on, Y/N came between the other two blues, side eyeing Caboose once she pulled her helmet on.

Lopez shook for a moment, and Tucker leaned around Y/N to address Caboose.

She felt kind of bad for him. Tucker had been hiding behind her when Caboose was around more frequently. Omega seemed to really like picking on the teal soldier, though she wondered if it was less of a preference and more of a safety measure. After all, he probably wouldn’t get much of a rise out of Church, and she was sure he was playing it safe with her to avoid detection. It also meant he picked on Tucker less when she was around. However, if she found more excuses to hang around the two, then that was no one’s business but her own.

“Yeah,” Church’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts, “back in the spirit world. All right.”

Blinking twice, she looked around and then felt her eyes widen. As Church continued to relish in his lack of corporeal bonds, she activated her helmet’s zoom and scanned the horizon. Damn it.

“Hey, what did you guys do with my body?”

“Why do you care about your body?” Tucker asked, and Y/N dropped her head in shame. These boys really were idiots. “You can’t even move your… Oh hey look, your legs work.”

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Perk- York x Fem!Freelancer!Reader

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Recovery date: August 20th, 2023

Description: Hello! Could I request Agent York x female reader during the freelancer project please? Like reader thinks he loves Carolina and she is jealous of Carolina but York actually loves the reader. Thank you so much!

Notes: This work was recovered in conjunction with an anonymous researcher, we thank them for their contribution.

Word count: 711

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In project freelancer, it was safe to say that Carolina was Ms. Perfect. Top of the leaderboard, respected- at least to some degree- by all of her team, strong, and smart. If she were a character in a book, dumb schmucks might even call her a Mary sue. Which Y/N recognizes is a very strange thought process, but she’s annoyed, and tired… and maybe a bit jealous as she watches York and Carolina laugh together across the mess hall.

To her left, she barely hears C.T and Wash whispering to each other.

“She’s doing it again.”

“Why doesn’t she just talk to them?”

Y/N looked up from her plate and Wash gave her an awkward wave.

“Because I like our team, and if I fuck this up I’m gonna get reassigned.”

C.T rolled her eyes and leaned forward on the table.

“Well I think being reassigned is better than ending up dead,” C.T teased. It made Y/N scowl as her fellow freelancers didn’t seem to take this seriously. “Look, if this keep up- this excessive training and studying- you’re gonna pass out in the field or something. Your rank might be going up right now, but it’s only a matter of time-”

She cut herself off and looked up behind Y/N.

“Afternoon Michigan,” Carolina said. Y/N took a deep breath before turning and leaning over the back of her chair. “I noticed you’ve been training a lot more recently, let me know if you want to spar together, and don’t overwork yourself.”

Her face was still as set as ever, but everyone at the table could tell it was a genuine offer. Just another way she was Ms. Perfect.

Y/N nodded, mumbling a small thanks, and Carolina left.

When she turned back around, Wash and C.T had both left. She let out a long sigh and buried her head in her arms. Everything hurt, maybe Carolina and C.T were right; she needed a break.

A gentle tap at her shoulder made her jump, slamming her knee into the underside of the table. She groaned, rubbing at it as York laughed.

“York?” Y/N asked as his laughter died out. “I thought you’d have left with Carolina.”

“Ugh, don’t tell me you think that too. It’s bad enough that North won’t get off my back about it.”

“About what?”

York tapped the chair beside Y/N, wordlessly asking if he could sit. She nodded, waving her hand, so he took a seat and folded one arm against his chest and rested his chin on his other palm. 

“Me and Carolina.”

There was a cold feeling spreading through Y/N’s chest. It made her cross her arms to try and lessen the pressure.

“What about you two?” Y/N raised a brow.

York laughed before swiftly skipping over the subject.

“I have been told, by multiple people, that I owe you an apology.” He leaned forward, getting into Y/N’s personal space. “Y/N, I’m sorry for being an oblivious fuck.”

Y/N felt her face heat up as she blinked owlishly.

“Wh-huh?”

“Look, the thing with Carolina and I is…” he shifted his gaze awkwardly as he tried to come up with an explanation, “it’s a long story. But,” he raised the hand from across his chest and pointed a finger in the air, “I don’t love her.”

“But I thought-”

“You and half the project it seems,” he chuckled. “But that’s fine.”

Y/N frowned. “But, what if you try to date someone? What if they think you’re already taken, or at least-”

York grabbed the sides of her face, a cocky smirk plastered on his face.

“Then I’ll just have to explain the obvious perk to her.”

“Perk?”

He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to Y/N’s lips. When he pulled away, she could still feel his breath on her lips as he whispered, “If everyone’s too busy trying to can Carolina and I for personal relationships, no one’s looking at my actual personal relationships.”

She blinked a few times before an uncontrollable grin spread across her face.

“That is a nice perk, but I like this one better,” Y/N hummed as she kissed York again.