#is five the sniper that killed their dad?

[sublimeinal-messages]

How great would it have been to have Lila and Diego’s marital problems actually be that they’re both tired of normal marital life, when both of them are secretly getting back into the superhero / assassin gig behind eachother’s backs?

Like, ok Diego can still has his infidelity suspicion plot, thinking lila is cheating on him with five (which is fake. Didn’t happen at all. We all agree right?) but it turns out that Lila and Five are actually meeting up to plot, talking about old commission stuff on the downlow. Diego sneaks out to find them having dinner and he’s heartbroken, but it’s actually them eating takeout over assassination plans with files all over the table detailing how to kill someone without a trace, with pictures of alleyway vantage points and sniper rifles.

I didn’t expect this to end up being A Whole Thing but I had to write it out. Full thing under the cut:

Meanwhile, Diego’s been lying to Lila about losing his job. He hasn’t shown up for work in weeks, and recently got fired. Levaing the family financially unstable. Diego’s still showing up to be a dad during his usual scheduled times, but he hasn’t been paid in a while and both parents seem to be pulled away in different directions. And now the kids have begun to notice. This comes to a peak when one of their kids spot someone in their house at night dressed in black, and they tell Lila later that they saw Batman. Obviously Lila sees right through this and confronts Diego, who confronts her right back over her infidelity. Lila laughs in his face, because he’d have to be insane to think she’s ever do that, and with Five?? The barely-legal teenager who killed her parents? Are you stupid?? (Stares directly at the camera). But Diego’s hurt. He can’t get a clear answer on what they’re doing because she doesn’t want to admit she’s tired of being a housewife and wants to kick ass again. All they can agree on is that this isn’t working anymore, neither of them are happy, and they just hurt each others feelings.

So this fight ends in Diego storming out. They’re on a break. Lila is heartbroken, the kids don’t know what’s going on, and Diego throws himself wholeheartedly into being a vigilante again. It’s shown he’s fighting some shady organization that seems to have far reaching ties—related to Reginald, Abigail, and their new reset empire. Lila doesn’t know what to do, she gets some in-laws to stay over and look after the kids as she goes out to look for him (to no avail) and it ends up being the day she and five planned on their big assassination happening. Lila caves and says to five he’s gotta do this himself because her family is falling apart. Five is annoyed and makes a quip about how this is why he never lets romantic attachments get in in the way of him doing a job (stares directly into camera).

So five takes his sniper rifle and goes to the location early, where he’s positioned to take out their mark. Lila is out looking for Diego, and Diego is kitted up, on his way to take out these shady people he’s been making a case on, and intends to stop what they’re doing before they do it.

Anyone pick up where this is going yet?

Diego shows up at the location—a shady laboratory owned in secret by Reginald Hargreeves. The place is familiar. Diego slips into an alleyway. but what’s this? We’ve seen It’s the exact same alleyway but from a different point of view! Five is perched on the roof with a sniper, looking down at him. He gets his quarry in his sights and takes one final, steadying breath. This mission is going exactly as planned. The idiot showed up right as predicted. He didn’t even come with backup this time. It’s a textbook fish in a barrel. It’s almost disappointing how this couldn’t be an easier kill. But maybe Five’s glory days are just behind him. He puts his finger on the trigger.

Cut to diego and Lila’s house. It’s dark inside. Gracie and the twins have been put to bed and the in-laws are tired and in the living room. A phone rings, and it’s Lila, calling to say she hasn’t found Diego and is hoping he came back, but it’s not the case. Lila says she’ll be back soon and the in-laws begin packing up to go home. Gracie stands in the hallway, overhearing. To her, her whole world is falling apart, and she runs back to the twin’s bedroom in tears. She can’t believe this is happening. The lights are turned off in the hallway and the house grows quiet. The front door opens and closes and it’s implied that the in-laws have just gone home. Mum will be back soon, but the twins won’t stop crying, so Gracie gets up to get them some milk and cookies to make them happy again. She steps out into the dark hallway

To see a man dressed like Batman, in full fight gear. And she looks up at him with hope in her eyes, saying “daddy?”

Only surprise! It’s not, and they grab her as she lets out a scream. We cut to Diego as he reaches to open the door at the end of the alley only to find it locked, and realize he’s been set up. He spins around only for a gunshot to sound, and it cuts to black.

Lila comes back to the house. Finds it trashed. Finds her Inlaws murdered in horrific fashion in the driveway. Gracie and the twins are gone. And the little domestic life she and Diego made destroyed as we cut back to Diego, bleeding out in the street from what looks like a fatal gunshot.

Then five comes down from his perch to confirm his kill, only to realize what he’s just done.

So there. Here’s a dramatic, non-cheating subplot that has a similar amount of stakes that we could’ve had with season 4. Maybe Lila and Five end up going on a crusade for everyone to get their powers back so they can bring Diego back from the dead. Maybe this is what leads them to the subway, to mess with the timeline again, because as commission agents they can’t let go of the idea that time can be fixed and it isn’t theirs to mess with anymore. Maybe this sends Lila over the edge, and when trapped in the subway with five—she tries to murder him instead!! After all, he’s not only killed her parents, he’s now killed her husband! Why not have five scramble to figure out a way back for all those years while running for his life? (While a scooby-doo like soundtrack plays and they get all turned around and confused). Maybe Diego isn’t actually dead in the end, and it’s all a bait and switch to fool Reginald, who was watching and lines the whole thing up to fuck with them. Taking the kids as a deterrent so they won’t dig any deeper. But maybe in the last second before five pulls the trigger five hesitates. Maybe he doesn’t have what it takes to murder anymore. He swore it off earlier—what glory is he really chasing anyway? Maybe he recognizes the gait of the person in the alley and makes a non-killing shot to just take them out. Maybe he saw ahead that this was a setup by Reginald and made an agreement with Diego and filled his vest full of blood packets. And he fully knows Lila and Diego are both doing secret little vigilante gigs behind each others backs but tells neither because he really doesn’t want to get in the way of some stuffy marital dispute. Nooooo thanks. He had enough of that when he and Delores were together and bickering constantly. Five just wants his family alive and happy in whatever timeline they end up. (Chokes the spirit of Steve Blackman just a little bit harder)

Anyway, everyone else thinks Diego is dead; and all get together again. Weddings and funerals uniting them once more, and each of them reveal how life didn’t turn out how they wanted on their own, and they get to bond and unite to track down Gracie and the twins. “One last time” they agree, to be heroes and finally do something right. To save some little kids. Members of their family! Innocent ones, who don’t deserve to be caught up in their mess. And it culminates in confronting Reginald once and for all and destroying the ill-gotten gains he warped the universe in his favor for. And Reginald’s gone the rest of them can finally have peace of mind. Maybe the timeline genuinely gets better now that one monocoled megalomaniacal maniac isn’t in the centre of the universe anymore. The very thing that doomed the timeline before. And now the umbrellas are able to disband and go on in their lives as normal people in a timeline that exists with no favouritism at all. It’s all just what they make of it

(and hey! Maybe Diego comes back out of hiding and saves the day! And he and Lila both confess they want to take more active roles outside of being parents. And their kids are wowed by the fact that their parents are both superheroes. And it’s cool and awesome and I don’t sob at a very tragic defeatist ending of all I hold dear).

I don’t know guys. There’s so many different ways the final season could’ve gone, but not in a million years would I have chosen to make it go the way it did. That’s a whole other post—but in the end, I just know I’ll be entertaining my own little ideas for what happens to these characters I’ve grown and loved, and keep them alive in my own heart and AU story ideas. Thats the true canon for me, and the rest is just… fuss and marigold dust

[oh-koenig-my-koenig]

(to the tune of Avril Lavigne's sk8terboi)

He was a human battering ram.

She was a recon sniper.

Can I make it any more obvious?

Headcannons - Fit for a King - König x fem!OC fanfic

Instead of making a y/n fic, I decided to create an original female character because I ususally write all of my stuff in POVs. Due to posting the chapters often right after I've written them some of the context and the characterization might not be explicit in every single piece, some of the information is only gonna get revealed down the road.

(TW: alcoholism, death, violence)

Karina Müller is almost 30 years old, she served in the Norwegian military from right after school until the death of her brother who was KIA on a mission together. She fell off the wagon after that, feeling responsible for his death and effectively being shunned by her family after that. Her pick of poison was alcohol and it got so bad that she more than once was drunk on the job which led to her getting kicked out.

The years after that she spent getting help, trying to get clean and going back to a civilian life, but the military was what she knew, so the civilian jobs didn't stick and she started to work as a mercenary, now a dry alcoholic. Which might be an issue for some contractors, but KorTac doesn't really bat an eye.

She's a compassionate person who loves to laugh, she's seen enough shit not to take any from her teammates and can stand her ground when faced with any challenge thrown her way. She's still working through some stuff, coming to terms with her past, but she has an optimistic spirit and a strong will.

Even though the Colonel seems scary at first, she learns pretty quickly that he is to be respected in training and on the battlefield, but on a personal level he's really not that bad. The 6'10'' killing machine, Austrian war criminal (insert "what murdeeer?!"-meme here) is quite an anxious person when it comes to basic human interaction.

Shouting orders at his team, stomping his enemies into the ground is more comfortable to him than just talking about mundane stuff with other people, he mostly keeps to himself (except for Horangi because that little shit would never leave him alone). And for the first time in a long time, Müller makes him wish that he could just go up to people and strike up a normal conversation like a normal person (don't we all).

König is 38 years old (we don't know his full name) and has the biggest metalhead dad vibes without actually having any children himself (his favourite band is Death, although he listens to a bunch of different ones, it's also their merch shirt Müller steals in "Are you wearing my t-shirt?").

When he started out in the military, he shaved his long metalhead hair off because that was the way to go back then, but he let it grow back when he was older and already Colonel. He has gauged ears and a plethora of tattoos all over his body because the soft pain of body modifications and working out until he almost passes out are his ways of dealing with his anxiety and stress. His body is a testament to that.

He has a huge scar on the right side of his face from when he got beaten to a pulp by his bullies at school, something he never let happen again after that (five on one was really unfair). His nose has been broken two times and sometimes his tattoos get destroyed by battle injuries, but he doesn't really care about that - or his looks in general. He's a soldier and not a model.

So the reason why he's always wearing the selfmade hood is not the scar. He prefers not to show his feelings to others, staying hidden underneath the mask for his own comfort, even if it makes him scarier also in situations where he doesn't want to be.

(CW: some nsfw headcannons ahead, talk about not wanting to have children) They're both switches, though König is leaning more on the Dom-side while Müller is a sub who likes to brat a little too much, just to see her man falter (for example when she calls him a good boy in random scene #1).

Müller is bisexual, something she discovered when serving in an all-women-taskforce of the Norwegian military (we don't really know about König's sexuality though). She decided a long time ago that she doesn't want to have children (she doesn't see herself leaving service again anytime soon and given her past, she doesn't see herself fit to become a mother), so she got her tubes tied. Which also comes in handy when a certain Colonel's favourite pasttime (well, actually second favourite) is leaving creampies inside her (no 'unexpected pregnancy' trope in this household).

König definitely eats pussy for his own pleasure, begging Müller to let him eat her out in "Sit" or losing a little friendly competition for a sexual favour in "But no funny business" (oh and he definitely steals her panties at any chance he gets). She's totally not opposed to servicing him as well, but the size of his dick makes this a whole endeavour (like seen in "Open wide, Prinzessin").

They match each other's energy pretty well, just going at it like rabbits at every chance they get, which sometimes proves to be difficult as they're sneaking around in secret.

Their arrangement is kind of a fuckbuddy/fwb-situation, they fuck hard and rough, without ever really kissing (the mask stays on), but after a while feelings start to get in the way... After all they do belong together <3

Read more at the Fit for a King - Masterlist or keep an eye out for the AO3 link - coming soon.

[miss-musings]

Crosshair's 10 Most Impressive Shots in "Star Wars: The Bad Batch"

We're now officially three weeks removed from the series finale, so I thought it'd be a fun time to look back at our favorite sniper and review some of his most impressive shots.

Note, I'll be ranking items from "The Bad Batch" TV show only, so there won't be any entries from "The Clone Wars" S7.

I did get a lot of input from folks here and on Twitter, and a lot of people ended up saying the same ones. I put them on here along with a few of my own.

As for how I determined the order, I judged based on a combination of: the distance of the shot, the size of the target, the speed of the target (if applicable), other external factors like light conditions and weather, and "internal" factors like Crosshair's physical and mental state.

You're free to disagree with which ones I picked and how I ordered them. It's all subjective.

Also, I don't proclaim to be an expert in marksmanship nor am I a military sniper. But, I do have a general baseline for how difficult Crosshair's shots would be IRL. I used to go shooting with my dad a lot at both indoor and outdoor ranges, and I was pretty decent at both pistol- and rifle-shooting. So, that's what I'm using to judge Crosshair's shots.

With that out of the way, let's dive in with #10:

10. Killing Lt. Nolan in 2.12 "The Outpost"

I probably wouldn't have put this one on the list for myself, but I had multiple people suggest it should make the cut.

While this shot is very important narratively, it's not very impressive from a purely technical perspective.

I mean, hitting a relatively stationary human-sized target from a few meters away... It's definitely not the most impressive shot on Crosshair's resume.

However, I did feel it was worth adding to the list for the simple fact that Crosshair is physically exhausted and mentally broken in this scene. He basically uses the last of his strength to kill Lt. Nolan, because he immediately collapses right afterward.

Also, Crosshair might be right-handed, but he's pretty good at shooting his pistol leftie. We don't really see the shot hit Nolan, but if you zoom in after his body hits the ground, you can see that Crosshair shot him straight through the heart. He wasn't leaving that bastard alive after everything he and Mayday went through.

9. Lunch tray ricochet in 1.01 "Aftermath"

Even though this isn't a shot in the traditional sense -- considering there aren't any firearms involved -- I had to put this on the list for two reasons.

One, I had multiple people suggest it; and two, because I've watched this scene dozens of times and only recently found out that Crosshair actually hits two clones with his lunch tray.

He initially throws it at the clone Tech was fighting, presumably knocking him down. But then it ricochets so hard that it basically clotheslines another clone who's just standing there, minding his own business. Dude was hit so hard, he was like floating in midair for a split second.

Also, this plays into my headcanon that Crosshair would be excellent at any sports that require excellent aim and coordination. If he was on a basketball team, he'd be a three-point specialist for sure!!

8. Plan 55 ricochet in 3.12 "Juggernaut"

This is the closest thing we get to a trickshot in S3, so I had to include it on the list.

Here, we see Crosshair's quick-thinking and perfect aim take out several troopers at once by purposely ricocheting his shot off the magnetically sealed doors.

As we know from “A New Hope,” magnetically sealed doors/surfaces are no joke. You really have to know what you're doing or someone's gonna get hurt. Thankfully, Crosshair is a freakin' pro at this!

It honestly reminds me of all those crazy pool shots where you have to plan out four or five bounces/angles ahead to get the angle you really want.

7. Downing a spaceship on Ryloth in 1.11 "Devil's Deal"

NOTE: This is the only clip I couldn't readily find on YT. So I included the clip of Crosshair killing Orn Free Taa from the same episode to maintain symmetry in this Top 10 list.

Don't let the clip fool you. The shot I'm actually talking about takes place before this, when Crosshair -- from like 300 meters away, mind you -- takes down a fast-moving ship by shooting one of the engines.

Look, I love S3 Crosshair with all my heart, but his shooting abilities were severely diminished after his time on Tantiss. When I was doing my S1 rewatch and got to this scene in 1.11, I was like "Oh yeah, I forgot Crosshair used to be able pull off crazy shit like this."

It's actually sad how many of his made shots in 1.11 are like an inverse of his missed shots in 3.11. Here, Crosshair easily shoots a tracker onto Hera & company's ship, and later shoots the engine with no problem, despite the speed and distance.

In 3.11, though, he misses CX-2's ship and fails to track Omega back to Tantiss. 😭

6. Shooting Wrecker's knife in 1.01 "Aftermath"

Now we're getting into the really impressive shit! Most of these remaining entries have Crosshair shooting small targets and/or fast-moving ones.

In this instance, it's both. Wrecker throws the knife like this is skeet-shooting or something, and Crosshair just very casually shoots it into a droid.

Have you ever seen someone who was so good at their job/hobby that they make it look effortless? Like they're not even trying? This happens to me sometimes when I watch the Olympics. I'm like, "That's not so hard. I could probably do that." And then I try it for like half a second, and I'm like, "Oh no, those people are insane."

That's how good S1-2 Crosshair is. He makes shooting a fast-moving knife look effortless.

5. His four-kill trickshot in 1.15 "Return to Kamino"

These next three are all no-brainer entries. I think the biggest question will be why I went with the order I did.

Here, we have Crosshair displaying two very important elements of marksmanship/sniping: patience and careful aim.

Crosshair evidently set up at least four mirrors (I counted the ricochets in the shot) well in advance in the exact spots he needed to take down his Imperial squad, if need be. That's some serious foresight and preparation -- to know exactly where everyone would be standing, and have all the mirrors ready to go ahead of time.

He must've set them up even before he brought Hunter into the training room, or Hunter would've seen them and probably signaled his teammates.

He's also hitting a target that seems to be somewhere between the size of a golf ball and baseball from like 10-20 meters. And with his sidearm.

I know everyone loves the hallway mirror ricochet to kill the squadron of battle droids in TCW Season 7, but it didn't qualify. But, honestly, I think this one is more impressive anyway. He hit the first 1.15 mirror from farther away than he does in TCW S7, and he's using his pistol in 1.15 rather than his rifle and scope.

Talk about accuracy!

4. Sniping the tank in 2.03 "The Solitary Clone"

Oh man! I think we all love this one, right? It's just one of my favorite sequences in the entire show -- the framing, the colors, the effects of the dirt flying up behind him.

I love how Crosshair baits the droids to get the exact angle he needs, and the dude clearly has nerves of steel for staring down the barrel of a tank without flinching. I wonder how many times he's done it, considering he seemed to know exactly how to beat them. I'm guessing at least a dozen.

This is another example of "expert making their expertise look effortless," when in reality, we'd all shit ourselves if we attempted to do the same.

Honestly, sometimes I wish we could've had this version of Crosshair face off against Hemlock in 3.15 -- the dude who stared down the barrel of a tank and didn't flinch at the most literal version of "kill or be killed."

3. Stairwell trickshot in 2.03 "The Solitary Clone"

While I love the tank sequence more for the aesthetics, I have to rank the 2.03 stairwell trickshot above it.

That's partly because Crosshair's still physically and mentally recovering from nearly getting choked to death. But, it's also partly because -- just like with Wrecker's knife -- Crosshair is shooting a target that someone else is throwing.

That means he has to adjust to whatever trajectory and speed they throw it at and compensate accordingly, which can understandably be very hard to do in a split-second.

And, in this situation, Crosshair can't even see the puck directly. He's looking at it through at least one or two layers of reflective mirrors. Dude's reaction time is insane!

He also manages to take down at least four or five droids with a single shot, including the tactical droid, which is several meters up the stairwell and into the next room.

I'm not sure if the clones learned any advanced mathematics during their training on Kamino. But if they did, I think Crosshair would've loved geometry and maybe trigonometry too! He would also absolutely kill in a game of pool. I wanna see him go to the SW equivalent of a pool hall, and show Omega that he can hustle people too! He just needed to find a game that would better suit his strengths. LOL

Anyway, as insane as this shot is, Crosshair has two others on his resume that are even more impressive:

2. Saving Omega & AZI in 1.16 "Kamino Lost"

This is one of three entries on this list that *no one* mentioned when I asked for suggestions, but I had to include it. That's because it is -- without a doubt -- the most bafflingly impressive shot Crosshair makes in the entire show.

I have watched this scene dozens of times, and I still have no idea how he knows where Omega and AZI are.

Initially, I thought -- as others did -- that he's using an infrared scope to see their body heat in the water. But, that doesn't appear to be the case.

The only times I can recall Crosshair activating an infrared capability is when he has his rangefinder, which is attached to his helmet. As we see in episodes like 1.01 "Aftermath" and in 3.07 "Extraction," he specifically has to put the rangefinder down in front of his eye to use the infrared option.

No, his scope is just that -- a regular scope. The infrared capability is only attached to his helmet's rangefinder, which he doesn't have in this scene.

Thus, I have no idea how Crosshair is using a regular-ass scope to find Omega and AZI in the dark ocean. The point of a scope is to see better, and I don't know what he might see beside more darkness. AZI's eyes aren't active and, even if Crosshair spots Omega's flashlight, Omega dropped it when she went after AZI, so it's not exactly on her.

I'm willing to believe that Crosshair has better eyesight than the average human in the Star Wars universe or IRL, but his eyesight must be insane if he can see them in the water, even with a scope.

But, whether it's eyesight, some other enhanced sense or just plain luck, Crosshair knows where in the vast, dark ocean they are — not just the angle but the depth too!

It's really hard to tell how far down they are, but I'd say at least 20 meters. And if he is able to see them somehow, he might have to adjust the shot for refraction in the water too.

Plus, unlike the other entries on this list, Crosshair isn't shooting a blaster bolt. He's shooting a cable, meaning he'd have to adjust his shot to accommodate its weight and trajectory once it hits the water. Additionally, with how Omega and AZI are situated, he needs to have the cable hit and latch onto AZI, without hitting Omega in the process, and get the exact angle needed to drag both of them to the surface.

Like I said: I have absolutely no idea how he made this shot. It's definitely the most impressive one he makes in the entire show based solely on external technical factors.

But of course, there is a parallel shot later in the series that's his most impressive one of all...

1. Freeing Omega in 3.15 "The Cavalry Has Arrived"

I will never shut up about this scene. It's been living in my head rent-free for three weeks already, and will continue to for several months.

This is undoubtedly the most important shot in Crosshair's life: the shot to save his kid and free his family from Hemlock once and for all.

And everything is working against him: It's dark. It's raining. Omega and Hemlock are like ~40 meters away. The target is the binders between their hands, which is like 3-5 centimeters wide, and won't exactly be stationary. Oh, he's using CX-2's stolen blaster, which doesn't even have a scope on it!!!

We the audience get a POV of what Crosshair sees from over his shoulder, and I can barely see Omega's face, let alone her hands!! I said in the previous entry that Crosshair's eyesight has to be better than the average person's because, holy hell, how can he see that?!?

And, even worse, Crosshair is physically and mentally spent in this scene. He had to return to his own personal hell -- the place where he was tortured and traumatized for months -- then got beaten in a fight and had his dominant hand chopped off.

He and Hunter are running on pure adrenaline at this point. They are absolutely hellbent on getting their kid back, even if they die or collapse in the process. They were practically hobbling out of the CX lab together, and when they crouch down on the bridge, Crosshair has to steady himself against Hunter because he doesn't have his other hand.

And, as the final cherry on top of this proverbially shitty sundae, Crosshair absolutely terrified of missing.

A few episodes ago, the guy couldn't hit stationary fruit from like ~15 meters away with a scope in daylight and in a controlled environment. He even tells Omega: "Close doesn't count. It's either a hit or a miss." Because in a high-stakes situation like this, missing your shot could mean death for you or someone else.

Crosshair already feels like he failed Omega because he missed the shot on Pabu. And now, he has to make an even tougher one with every disadvantage stacked against him and her life literally in his hand.

I don't blame the guy for doubting himself.

Thankfully, Hunter and Omega have complete faith in him, and despite everything he's been through in S3, he has faith in himself.

And so, in the shot to end all shots in "The Bad Batch," Crosshair hits his target and frees Omega.

He and Hunter then subsequently turn Hemlock into Swiss cheese before Omega gives Crosshair a much-needed hug, causing me to cry for the 100th time.

I'll admit: as much as I would've loved seeing another mirror trickshot or some other crazy ricochet in the finale (or just S3 in general), this scene is basically perfect.

It also makes for a nice little parallel to the S1 finale, where Crosshair saved Omega's life after she saved his. Here, as he says himself, he goes back to Tantiss to free her because she freed him first.

As someone said on Twitter when I asked for ideas about this list:

"(Crosshair) put his whole heart and soul in this shot, and he didn't miss. He couldn't afford to."

Like I said: this was the shot that freed the entire Bad Batch family from Hemlock forever. So, I think by default, it had to be No. 1 on this list.

*******

Anyway, thanks for reading! It'd be fun to put together another TBB list like this. I guess I'll have to pick a subject first, though, because I don't have any ideas. If you have any, send them my way!

(EDIT: For anyone who’s also on Twitter, give me a follow. @CatchingClassic )

[dyns33]

Only wastelands part 2

Here's part 2 of my Cooper Howard x Reader ! I think it will be a story in 4 parts at the end, but I'm not sure yet.

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If Y/N had to pay Cooper one compliment, it was that he had been a very good teacher.

Months passed, years, and she survived the apocalypse perfectly on her own.

To avoid trouble, she hid her pitboy and her gender under a large coat and a Ranger mask. Some people made fun of her, thinking she was doing this to protect herself from radiation. Everyone knew that West Tek's hardware, or any of Vault's partners, was crap.

Y/N knew it, and that was why she always had Radaway on her. Not at all in case she saw Cooper again and he needed some.

Three years without any news, doing everything to avoid attracting attention, and she hardly thought about him at all.

If she sometimes looked at the photo of him before his turning, with little Janey, it was only to remember that she should trust no one in this rotten world. Never again, she repeated to herself.

It was with this spirit that she almost killed Lucy when the young woman fell on her. Literally.

Y/N was standing in a crater, calm, silent, holding her sniper tightly, ready to shoot her future dinner, when the little vaultie had jumped to escape a yao guai.

Her instinct not being often wrong, she knew that it was more urgent to kill the bear than the imbecile who had thought that surprising a shooter was less dangerous than confronting a beast.

Even though she had a gun, was covered in blood, and one of her fingers was a different color, little Vault dweler looked harmless with her big, naive doe eyes.

It was obvious that she had been outside for a short time. A true miracle that she is still alive.

"Thank you, thank you very much !" she repeated with a huge smile, as if Y/N wasn't pointing her sniper at her. "You don't know the week I just had ! My father was kidnapped, I wanted to save him, but I discovered that he was a murderer who had bombed a city, and all the people I met tried to kill me, and…"

"Hey. I don't remember asking you to tell me about your life, vaultie."

"Oh, sorry ! It's just that I got lost. I was with someone heading to a place called New Vegas, but a big monster pulled him into a hole, then this thing attacked me. You seem nice, and I could use some help…"

"No."

“Wait. But wait !” the girl begged, following her as she went to carve the yao guai. Not the best meat, but she had just wasted five bullets for that, and the noise had either scared away the easy preys or attracted the attention of the dangerous ones.

Y/N vacillated between ignoring Lucy and threatening her, asking her to leave, but after exchanging names, the vaultie seemed to have decided that they were now best friends and should stay together.

No doubt taking her savior's silence as an invitation, she continued to talk about what had happened to her, between her meeting with a man named Maximus, and the inhumane treatment she had suffered at the hands of a mercenary.

Completely incoherent, she ended her story by explaining that she had abandoned her potential boyfriend to go on an adventure next to the guy who tortured her, with the aim of finding her dad and discovering who had destroyed the entire planet.

It was quite funny, because Lucy reminded her a bit of herself before. Y/N wondered if Cooper had seen her like that when they met, a lost and stupid thing.

At the same time, the girl's reasons for living were the same as the Ghoul. Find a family member and take revenge on Vault. Amusing. Maybe they would be very happy together.

If we forgot the fact that Lucy thought that no one should be killed, that everyone was nice, and mutual help was a fundamental notion, to start again. Ugh.

"So, some free advice, if you want to avoid having your tongue cut out, remember that it is not a good idea for a little vaultie who grew up in a palace to give big moral lessons to people who have been doing what they can to avoid dying for years, sometimes centuries."

"Why do you call me that ? You come from a vault too, right ? My pitboy picked up yours."

"Hang on. I am a victim of the cruelty of politicians and businessmen, betrayed by my own country and only alive by luck, or bad luck. You are a little vaultie. Now get away before I strangle you."

Lucy continued to follow her. And Y/N could have killed her, she really could have. This wasn't her first rodeo. She had killed a lot of people for less than that. But she didn't really want to.

Maybe she had been alone for too long. Maybe she felt sorry for this girl, like Cooper had felt sorry for her.

A deal was found. If Lucy could keep her mouth shut, then Y/N would help her find her friends so she could resume her main quest. Their paths would then part ways, and everyone would be happy.

Especially Y/N.

Because if she often talked about her dear Max, the little vaultie didn't seem so eager to find her survival partner. This was understandable, since he had tried to kill her several times, shooting her, cutting off her finger, using her as bait, and selling her.

Compared to this guy, Y/N was a saint, an angel from heaven, the perfect friend. When she offered the girl a bottle of non-irradiated water, she seemed about to ask her to marry her.

“You must be the only person in all the wastelands with good water !”

"It doesn't come cheap. But… I made a promise."

“My lovely traveling companion forced me to drink disgusting water and eat a man.”

"Charming."

Even though she seemed sweet and pure, Y/N continued to be wary of Lucy, sleeping with only one eye open and waiting for the moment when she would try to stab her in the back. First rule, don't trust anyone.

It had happened before. Never again.

Even after three years, the wound was still raw.

It was only when she saw the fear and regret in Lucy's eyes that Y/N restrained her action, yet ready to plant her blade the moment she had shown her the photo, taken out of her bag, asking her if it was her family.

Cooper hadn't been her family. He had been an asshole, who had manipulated her, who had made her believe that he loved her, and that she could love him, before abandoning her like a dog on the side of the road.

"Be careful with this Maximus. Men never change. He will take what he wants from you, and you will be hurt."

“He’s not like that.”

"I didn't think Coop was like that !" she shouted, really getting angry for the first time at Lucy, who jumped. "Yes, I loved him ! I trusted him ! It was stupid of me and I will never make that mistake again ! I hope he died in a hole, alone and in pain !"

"… Can I throw the photo away then ?"

“Give that back !” Y/N said quickly, snatching the only souvenir he had left from her hands and putting it safely in her pocket.

Lucy's sad smile indicated that she wouldn't have destroyed the photo. How sorry she was, for having gone through her things, and for having caused her pain by forcing her to talk about this man who had been so important. Also that she was happy, to see that despite her speeches, Y/N still cared for someone, even if she didn't want to.

She had never told anyone about it. It had been a long time since she had said his name, except when she woke up from a nightmare, in the middle of nowhere, calling for him like a child.

Lucy continued to smile, because for her, there must be another explanation for her precious Coop's behavior. She continued to call him Coop, even after Y/N threatened to make her eat her rotten finger.

"I know you don't like talking about him…"

“If you know that, shut up.” Y/N muttered as she continued walking towards New Vegas, trying to ignore the stream of words from the stupid vaultie, bingeing on romance novels and patriotic films.

"From the few things you agreed to share, Coop cared about you. He protected you, he taught you to defend yourself, he gave you a picture of his daughter. For me, this are proofs of love. Actions speak louder than words."

“He promised to come get me and I’m still waiting.”

"Wrong ! You left, you know how to hide perfectly, and you do everything to avoid him ! So, maybe he's been chasing you all this time and you don't know."

"What I do know is that the main clause of our deal was that you would stop talking so much, especially if it was to give such ridiculous and inappropriate advices."

They finally arrived at their destination after several weeks of walking. No sign of Lucy's friend on the way though. Perhaps he had died, or had not continued on his own.

It was clear that he wanted to use the daughter of vault 33 overseer to achieve his ends, and now that he had lost her, there was no point.

The city amazed the girl. It was the first real city she discovered, instead of those piles of ruins full of dust and vermin that were found in the four corners of the wastelands.

Her enthusiasm almost made Y/N laugh. A bit like how she had often made Cooper laugh without meaning to.

Damn, she needed to stop thinking about that bastard so often. Her mother was always saying that we manifest things through emotions and thoughts.

Her poor mother, long dead, but who had always been right.

As soon as her eyes landed on him, Y/N was crouched behind a wooden crate, watching Cooper Howard, fucking Cooper Howard, sitting near the casino, seemingly waiting for someone.

Seeing her, Lucy began to ask her what she was doing, her gaze following hers, and then the reaction was strange. Everything about this girl was strange anyway.

She started to smile.

Worse, she waved an arm at the Ghoul in greeting, opening her mouth to get his attention as she realized it wasn't enough, his cowboy hat falling over his face.

Y/N quickly grabbed her arm to pull her towards her, asking her what she was playing.

"It's the mean bounty hunter who accompanies me !" she replied happily, as if everything was normal.

For a moment, Y/N wondered if Lucy was making fun of her. If from the start, this was just a horrible joke against her, the continuation of a torture started in this seedy bar.

Then she told herself that if someone made fun of her, it was just fate.

Because she remembered that she had only described Cooper, continuing not to have any particular interest in his condition as a ghoul, and with her goodness as a jug, Lucy had not wanted to reduce him to his appearance either.

The difference was that he didn't give his name to his new pet.

“I knew you were an idiot, but not that much.”

"What ? Why ?" Lucy wondered, slightly offended and trying to free herself.

"You can't trust him. You already know that, why do you want to go back with him ? Look… I can help you find your father, okay ? Find Max. Whatever you want, but let's avoid this bastard and let's leave quickly."

"Golden rule. We said we would wait near the casino, he's there, I'm not leaving him."

With this serious look, the vault dweler would almost have looked frightening. Almost. It was mainly because it was obvious that it was impossible to reason with her that Y/N let her go, not waiting for her tirade about great friendship and the need to stay together to run as far as possible.

If Cooper noticed them, she didn't give him time to really see her, nor to catch up with her or shoot her.

Y/N didn’t turn around to check. Not because she was afraid of him chasing her. But because she was afraid that not only would he not pursue her, but she would also see him with Lucy.

Because even though he had tortured her, insulted her, threatened her… He was in front of the fucking casino waiting for this girl. And it really hurt.

[stararch4ngelqueen]

Now You See 'Em, Now You Don't (18+)

Part 1 of Ghosts and Mirages

Warning: Heavy mentions of blood, gore, violence, and smut. Choking, finger fucking, mirror sex, voice kink. Plenty of smut.

!Please beware!

Summary: After a dangerous encounter leading towards your own capture and torture, you; Codename "Mirage", went from one of the best snipers on the task force with a bubbly sense of humor and strong wit, to a stone-cold demeanor woman who let her vendetta get the better of her, almost costing her the lives of her teammates.

Ghost wasn't too happy about this, and based off experience, he refuses to let your mind head down that path any further.

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A Mirage can be many things: A body of water in the middle of a desert, an assassin in the dead dark of the night on a rooftop, a glimmer of light reflecting off hot pavement before the sun set, all disappearing from the eye the moment you get too close.

People could say that the words ghost and mirage have pretty similar meanings, but not towards those who took the names to identify themselves by.

You wished you could say you worked hard to earn that name, which you slightly did. Once the name was put to the wind, it permanently stuck to you ever since.

Your top specialty was your excellent aim, always volunteering yourself to take the liberty of helping the squads you were assigned to. If there was a group of snipers, you would take the lead and give orders. If you had to work alone, you gladly did so.

Your actions didn’t go unnoticed, gaining the attention of those who took an interest in your talents. You couldn’t fully admit publicly that you were proud of your skills, believing that karma could come back and bite you in the ass one day, but you definitely felt a swell of pride with every compliment that flooded your earpiece.

You couldn’t exactly remember when you found yourself working alongside the men of Task Force 141, eventually fully assimilating yourself into the team. While being unaware if any of the higher ups had officially approved it, you doubt they were going to say anything against it now.

Price definitely wasn’t complaining, that was all you really cared for.

After a short while during a mission, an interesting game of name picking occurred after completing your objective to eliminate any enemy snipers. While the option of using a suppressed rifle was possible, there were only five camouflaged snipers along the cliffs, allowing you to sneak up on them one by one and jam a knife into their necks, severing vocal cords before they could even scream.

Soap had taken the liberty of giving you the name “She-Ghost,” which caught you off guard as you hid in the dry grass, a few feet away from your recent victim. Why She-Ghost? None of your enemies saw you coming.

You’re pretty sure Ghost had his own name and reasoning trademarked. You were alright with the man, but you never saw anything between the two of you that you shared in common, let alone enough to share a code name. Price shut down any future commentary on the topic before reminding everyone to focus on the mission at hand.

“She-Ghost sounds kind of sexist, by the way.” You couldn’t help but pitch into the silence that followed after.

“It does not.” Soap retorted.

“It does.”

“Enough,” The gruffy voice of Ghost spoke up. “Calling her She-Ghost makes her sound like she’s my sister.”

“You’re right. I just remembered yer’ old enough to be her dad.” Soap retorted, making you bite your lip to suppress a laugh.

“Thanks for making me feel young, Johnny.”

You wish that night ended much easier than it sounded, but it wasn’t.

Somehow, you missed a sniper to kill, who then alerted his comrades of the lone assassin hiding up on the cliffs. The loud struggles and muffles were heard by everyone through your earpiece before connections were cut, your attackers knocking you out with the butt of a rifle to your right temple.

Where you were dragged off to was a mystery. Where you had woken up was also a mystery, but not the enemies who surrounded you when you were woken up via water being poured over your head, bound and gagged to a chair. You were stripped of all your equipment, leaving you in your simple garments. The room smelled dank, the air heavy with expensive, putrid cigar smoke. The only source of light hanging from a bulb over your head, your vision too blurred to fully make out the faces of the men standing in front of you.

Their were four people in the room: one of them you recognized straight away as your crew’s target. He grabbed ahold of your jaw and forced you to look at him, speaking to you in a language you didn’t really care to learn all that well just yet. He stepped to the side, directing your head towards a camera stand a few feet away pointing straight towards you. A tiny red light confirmed that whatever was to happen was all being recorded.

Saying you were scared was a ridiculous understatement. You were at mercy to the men inside this room inside a building in the middle of god knows where, who planned to torture and kill you before sending the video off to your team. Hell, it might even be broadcasted live to those who fought for the enemy, setting an example to what happens to enemy soldiers, especially women such as yourself, for fighting against them.

You were tortured inside that small, dimly lit room for hours, maybe even longer. There was no way you could tell the time, your hands kept tightly bound behind the backrest of the wooden chair. You were pretty sure they even took your watch away.

After constant punches to your face and body, the leader began speaking to you again in his common language. When you didn’t answer any of his questions, you were beaten even more until he tried again. This process went on for a good while, not a single word leaving your lips.

Then, he got smart enough to speak to you in broken English, but the only response he got from you was a wheezy laugh. He wasn’t satisfied with the response, extending his hand, being gifted a knife by his comrade. After asking you one more time and receiving nothing in return, he dug the blade down the side of your face. The sharp sting of the knife scraping your right cheekbone down to your bottom lip made you cry out.

What made it worse was their unique creativity, forcing you to talk once more while slicing the tips off Cuban cigars before igniting them. When you didn’t, their leader proceeded to blow smoke in your face before deciding to cauterize your fresh wound with the burning end of the cigar, laughing at your screams when they twisted it deep into your cheek.

“Hurts, no? You talk now?” He questioned you, gripping ahold of your chin.

“Go... to fucking hell!” You gritted out before spitting blood to his face, making him wince and retort. You laughed at his reaction, seeing him wipe it off with visible disgust before grabbing ahold of your neck, squeezing hard and tilting your attention upwards. He held the end of the blade right in front of your right eye before pulling it back, preparing to kill you right then and there.

Seeing you weren’t afraid, or he was just as chickenshit as he looked, He lowered his hand, clicking his tongue before handing the knife back to his partner, who carelessly left it on a table near the door. Gesturing towards the two others, they yanked you off the chair and dragged you out of the room, leading you to god knows where in this building.

You would think that their expensive taste in cigars meant that they could afford better quality tape. The water they had thrown on you prior had weakened the adhesive just enough for you to allow your wrists some wiggle room.

Releasing one of your hands, you yanked yourself from the men's grips, pulling the tape over the closest man’s neck to act as a last-minute choker. You tugged hard, hearing him choke while his partner quickly pulled out his gun. The bullets he fired naturally hit your new man-shield, quickly pushing the slumping body towards his partner before wrestling for the gun, headbutting the man before firing half the mag into his skull.

Faint bursts of bombs echoed from the outside, letting you know that you were close to an exit, and something was definitely happening outside. The exit was reasonably tempting, but with you now being in possession of a gun, you proceeded to stumble back the way you came from.

A man quickly stepped out of the room when he got notified of the commotion, immediately getting shot in the head before he could draw his own weapon.

You fired the last two bullets towards the only remaining man in the room, sending him to the ground in agony as the bullets punctured the back of his knees. Throwing the weapon aside, you reached for the knife from the table, getting down on the ground to turn the man over to his back.

It wasn’t the leader, you quickly realized that. It was just some goddamn man dressed in a similar uniform. The man you were after had gotten away after you were dragged off.

He pulled a gun from his belt, pistol-whipping you to throw you off guard. He fired, the bullet barely grazing the shell of your ear, making a piercing ring rattle your throbbing head.

You jammed the knife into the man’s neck before he could shoot you again, shouting in his face while you pushed his arm away. Refusing to stop there, you pulled out the knife to embed it straight into his chest, puncturing his left lung. You repeated the action over and over, watching his mouth fill with blood as major arteries were struck. The substance stained your hands and blade, splashing onto your face every single time you retracted. You screamed out your rage with every stab, feeling the knife repeatedly scrape against rib bones and puncture his heart.

The camera had fallen over from the chaos, the cracked lenses capturing an angle of your body sitting over his, witnessing the bloodshed that stained the ground.

A sudden rush of footsteps came running down the hallway towards the room you were in. Those who entered first witnessed firsthand when you jammed the blade into the man's right eye, your throat raw from screaming.

You looked up, seeing familiar looking clad soldiers entering the room, led by an all too familiar man scoring a black mask with a white painted skull standing beside another familiar mohawk wearing man.

“What... took you so damn long Lieutenant?” You panted while raising yourself from the corpse, tasting blood on your tongue from the throbbing gash on your bottom lip, bleeding even more after your consistent screaming.

“Been here for a while actually, I was just enjoying the show.” Ghost set aside his rifle, watching you finally release the knife, wiping your stained hands on your ruined shirt before tugging the remnants of tape dangling off your wrist.

“Sorry it ended so soon,” You muttered, bringing a hand over to your chest while catching your breath, feeling it grow difficult as a tight, painful sensation started under your ribs. You stood slowly, stumbling onto your feet as your relief diluted your adrenaline rush, reminding you of the pain your body was experiencing prior.

“Woah, woah... easy.” Soap brought you into his arms after you took a couple steps forward, allowing you to lean on him for support. “Easy there, lass.” Soap gently held onto your sides, feeling your sharp wince and immediately relaxing his grip. You trembled a bit, your breathing growing raspier than a few moments prior.

“I think they broke one of her ribs Lt.”

“If they did, she’d still be screaming. Punctured lung sounds more like it, go easy on her.”

“I didn’t think.. I just didn’t think you guys would come for me.” You admitted with bated breath, feeling Soap hoist your arm over his shoulders to provide additional support while you stood.

Ghost picked up the abandoned camera from the floor, pulling it off of its stand. It had still been recording this entire time, wondering what kind of footage this thing had received: Important discussions between the enemies next hideout location or our torture. Most likely both. The time he saw in the far corner of the screen showed just how long you were left victim to these men, finding it a miracle you were still alive before it could’ve gotten worse.

He wasn’t a fool to how these men treated women, especially female prisoners.

He dreaded having to watch every single minute of the footage later.

“And lose the best sniper we got on my watch? Don't think so little of yourself, (Y/n).” Ghost came closer, black painted eyes staring at the state of your face. Despite the bruises hidden underneath your ruined clothes and along your jaw and left eye, the intense gash across your face looked nasty, darkened with dirt and ashes as it continued to seep thin ripples of blood, trailing down to the bottom of your jaw.

“Let’s get you out of here, kid.”

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[zmasters]

Greeting Death, with a Smile

Based on this post by u/lesbianwriterlover69 on Reddit

Sasha tasted blood. She was certain that she was shot at least once, it was the pain that hasn’t registered yet.

The squadron of alien invaders surrounded the poor woman. Sasha was just a small town farmer for a lunar colony turned militia member. She had no idea why the fakarians even bothered attacking a backwater town on a backwater colony. She had no idea why this race of rat-like xenos even attacked a human world in the first place. A show of power? A preemptive strike? Just for the fun of it? She didn’t know, nor care. But after all the raiding, the towns and villages burnt to the ground, and friends and family either killed or enslaved, Sasha knew what she would do to these bastards.

The closest soldier slammed their boot into her stomach, screaming something that vaguely sounded like eldiv. Fuckers couldn’t be bothered to translate the right language to insult her in. They stomped their foot again, blood flying out of Sasha’s mouth and tears rolling down her face as she search her pocket.

The kicking and insults provided a good enough distraction. She had managed to find the thing she was looking for, adrenaline and thankfulness that the alien wasn’t kicking her in the chest being the only things keeping her alive at this point.

The alien raised their foot to stomp again, but Sasha grabbed their foot, using the last of her strength to keep them close. The alien screamed at her in an unknown language as their comrades raised their guns, but everyone froze when they heard beeping.

One of the soldiers tracked the beeping, coming down to their human prisoner and removing her jacket. They discovered that strapped to Sasha’s chest was an improvised explosive.

The seconds felt like hours to Sasha. The alien in her grip barked orders as some of their men tried to pry him out of her death grip. Others readied their weapons, hoping to kill her before she detonated. The poor idiots didn’t know it wasn’t a detonator, but a dead man’ switch. Others made a break for it, hoping to escape the blast radius, comrades be damned.

Sasha’s mind raced. Everything and everyone she loved, everything and everyone she lost, flashed before her eyes. Her mom, dad, siblings, girlfriend, dog, coworkers, friends, neighbors, all gone. All dead. She was the unlucky one to survive the initial orbital bombardment. She was the unlucky one to survive the raids and the random bombings. The sniper attacks. The drone strikes. She survived entire towns being executed, and bombed into rubble. After all of that, Sasha was tired. She was alone. She had nothing to live for, except one thing. That’s why she was smiling. That’s why she willingly volunteered for this mission. The boot of Captain Shilis was in her hand. The man who personally killed the love of her life was mere seconds from death himself.

“Look into my eyes, fucker!” Sasha laughed in perfect fakari, echoing what Shilis said Zari a year ago to the day. “I want to see you die!”

Zari. Zari flashed across her mind. That cyan-scaled drac was one of the refugees who fled fakarian expansion, eventually finding a job at the same farm Sasha worked at. The coworkers quickly became friends, and after five years, the two were engaged. The wedding was planned for a nice sunny day. The anniversary of when the two first met. A year later, it’s the anniversary of Zari’s execution.

One last tear rolled down Sasha’s face as her grip loosened. It was enough for Shilis to break the grip, but it was too late to escape. Sasha will be with Zari again, watching and laughing at this bastard in hell.

[cedar-eats-poetry]

It’s funny how inexpensive sniper’s setup is compared to everyone else’s. Like, you’ve got heavy’s minigun practically eating his life savings, engineer’s sentries getting blown up every five seconds, and then you get to sniper and it’s just:

“This is the bow and arrow I made at summer camp. Over here are the $10 jars I bought from a gardening store. And this blade was actually my dad’s, but he didn’t want it. I’ve killed half the country with this.”

[bcolfanfic]

— helen of troy west virginia backstory part 2

young veterans au / part 1

cw for infidelity- just the modern au equivalent of croz being a little shit <3

- nash dies. that’s the long and short of it.

- he loved helen and wyatt so much, had photos of them taped to his bunk- talked about them constantly.

- but unfortunately, all the love in the world couldn’t change the war being what it was. the desert was still the desert.

- nash bonded with some kids in the area around the air base because they made him feel like a Dad in a way he couldn’t be with baby wyatt so far away. then those kids got hurt, some of them fatally and he spiraled.

- started smoking out where people went to smoke even though they weren’t supposed to be up that high in that particular sight line in that particular area. stopped caring when he got barked at to not be up there or at least put a damn helmet on if you’re gonna be stubborn.

- got really ugly with his words when ev was trying to get him to come back down once. ev told someone to go get rosie to bitch at him, and rosie came just in time to be standing there with ev when nash got a sniper round through the skull.

- the officers that have to go tell helen hate their job just a little more than they already do when a 20 year old with a baby on her hip is who opens the door. wyatt just over a year old <\3

- all the other unit families get a notification that someone was killed and it doesn’t have a name attached but jeanie hears her phone ringing about 30 thirty seconds after she opens the email and gets the worst feeling in her gut.

- helen sobs her poor sweet heart out on the phone to jeanie for an hour till her phone dies because she couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to the battery life. looks at wyatt where she put him in a playpen and just starts crying all over again.

- jeanie goes down for the funeral and brings helen and wyatt right back home with her. wouldn’t be able to sleep at night knowing they were alone and hurting.

- it’s good for helen. the crosby kiddos adore her and love baby wyatt. and it helps jeanie feel less lonely too.

- they sleep in the same bed most nights. sweet girls.

- then helen is there the night croz calls jeanie (over threat of death from benny) to tell her what he did (:

- before that night helen would always poke her head in and linger a little when she skyped croz because she liked talking to him- and talking the others who knew nash. (ev would poke his head in to say hello to them every now and then. premonition <3)

- but this night croz looks like he’s going to vomit when helen pokes her head in, very awkwardly says he needs to talk to jean about something (ie: *leave*). she steps out, but has a bad feeling about it.

- jeanie <\3 comes out of her room twenty minutes later pale faced and looking like she’s 2 seconds from bursting into tears.

- which happens immediately when helen in all her sweet girl soft voice self asks what happened and she just all dry says it as briefly as she can.

- he cheated.

- sweet helen is about ready to go to bagram and smack himself herself but ugh. loves her best friend so much. more or less holds her while she cries, tells her it’s not her fault, that she’s done everything right by him- etc etc.

- and is. a very good friend in general about the whole thing. tells her she’s *not* an idiot or a pushover for wanting to fix things because she still loves him. and that if people give her shit for it she’ll kill ‘em <3.

- strokes her hair and kisses her head when jeanie works herself up saying maybe the other girl was just prettier- maybe she didn’t look like she had 3 kids in five years, maybe. which helen shuts down immediately. tells her that not to be a bitch, but there’s no way she was prettier than you. not possible. (:

- jeanie says in passing one night that she wishes she was into girls, maybe that’s the problem- and her and helen have a little awkward silent lull stare at each other that they. do not unpack further. which could mean nothing.

- helen sits against the wall off camera the next time she skypes with croz and gives him her whole i don’t want a divorce but speech. croz kinda gets the idea she’s there bc jeanie keeps looking off camera for moral support but. he’s in the doghouse lmfao he can’t say shit about it.

- helen eventually does go back to west virginia with wyatt and both girls cry a lotta big tears the day she leaves.

- little rebecca cries and begs to go live with auntie helen, sweet thing. helen smooches her head and promises she can call her whenever she wants as long as she’s good for her mama.

- goes back to west virginia and puts nash’s folded flag on the mantle. muscles through sorting out his things with wyatt, his little double, playing with the empty cardboard boxes all the stuff is going into.

- calls jeanie a lot. sees the news in august 2021 about how much of a shit show the pull out from afghanistan is and feels like she can’t sleep until jeanie tells her croz got out okay and is on the way home.

- soothes jeanie’s nerves about seeing him again after everything - and breaks her own heart doing it because of how much she desperately wishes her own husband got to come home too.

- tries to push it down, tries to essentially factory reset her and wyatt’s life. takes him to little play groups, goes to church- focus on what doesn’t make her want to cry until she’s gasping for air.

- some time passes and jeanie texts her that croz said ev got orders to go down to do flight training at the air base in (: west virginia (:

- jeanie: i don’t think he has a girlllll (;

- helen: 😐

- croz is however, also in on trying to set them up. gets her address from jeanie and gives it to ev like hey maybe wouldn’t hurt to just see how she’s doing (: maybe she could use help with yard work or something (:

- so ev does exactly that. in all his sweet pretty awkward glory knocks on her door and even more awkwardly blurts out asking if he can cut her grass or something.

- didn’t intend to get so nervous and ridiculous looking but he kinda forgot how pretty she was until she opened the door.

- and was like ohohohoh.

- good thing he’s cute. lmfao.

[from-a-legends-pov]

Star Wars Legends: Poll of the Week - Favorite Wraith Backstory, part 1

In the Star Wars Legends novel X-Wing: Wraith Squadron, Wedge Antilles and Wes Janson put together a new kind of group for the New Republic Navy – a combination commando unit and starfighter squadron. To conserve resources, Wedge and Wes recruited the initial members of the squadron largely from pilots who had promising skills, but had been identified as misfits or at risk of washing out of the New Republic navy.

Wedge, Wes, and ten other pilots with a variety of skills and backstories made up the original roster of Wraith Squadron (initially known as Gray Squadron).

Of these five original Wraiths to join Wedge and Wes, whose backstory is your favorite? (We’ll ask about the other half of the roster in part 2.)

Falynn Sandskimmer, an ace Y-wing pilot from Tatooine who was extremely sick of being compared to a certain X-wing pilot from Tatooine, and often got charged with insubordination for voicing her low opinion of Luke Skywalker and other famous Rebels.

Voort “Piggy” saBinring, a Gamorrean who had been genetically engineered for high intelligence and mathematical abilities, so skilled that he could do navigation calculations without an astromech and was an expert in pattern recognition; he had been charged with insubordination because other officers kept attempting to start fights with him, and merely blocking their punches was enough to get charged.

Myn Donos, a Corellian sniper and pilot who was the lone survivor when his former squadron, Talon Squadron, was ambushed; Talon Squadron was lured into the ambush thanks to false intelligence planted by Imperial agent Gara Petothel, and Donos was so troubled by the incident that he no longer would wear the Corellian bloodstripes he had earned previously.

Kell Tainer, an ace pilot and demolitions expert from Alderaan whose father, also a pilot, panicked during an early mission for the Rebellion and tried to flee, forcing Wes Janson to shoot him down and prompting Kell’s family to change their name due to his father’s reputation for cowardice; he constantly sought to be the best and to somehow make up for his father’s failings.

Jesmin Ackbar, a Mon Calamari and the niece of Admiral Gial Ackbar; Jesmin was a gifted pilot and communications expert but kept getting assignments way beneath her abilities, because nobody wanted to be the commanding officer who got Admiral Ackbar’s niece killed.

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FERAL OVERPROTECTIVE BOYFRIEND AKECHI IF HE WAS IN PERSONA 5 STRIKERS

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Edit 12/11: Upon Comment notifying I don't need to censor certain words, I've changed some to the original intention.

Edit 12/18: Uncensored whole post

Sees Zenkichi as an immediate threat. Tries to throw hands with the man and gives him death stares 24/7.

Gramps sealed his fate the second he openly revealed to the PTs that he's a cop. Akechi is like "I'm a former ally of the Police, I know what you're group does and what your true intentions are probably. Your "cool dad" vibe isn't fooling me one bit. I could care less what happens to most of these idiots BUT IF YOU SO AS GO WITHIN FIVE FEET OF MY JOKER WITH HANDCUFFS OR A GUN, YOUR ASS IS GRASS."

Akiren has to constantly be on watch to make sure his feral lover doesn't successfully snipe Zenkichi while he isn't looking. Because he definitely tries. Akiren just told him he couldn't shoot him with his gun, but he didn't say anything about killing the man with a sniper while hiding in a very convenient tree or hiding in a very out of place suspicious Trash Can or Bush. If it weren't for Akiren's Third Eye being able to see where Akechi is hiding, Gramps would be laying in a pool of blood on the pavement already.

"Why is that brunet man glaring at me?" Zenkichi points at Akechi hiding behind Akiren, but definitely not out of shyness. He's hugging Akiren in practically a death grip and staring at the Cop over Akiren's shoulder. If looks could kill, Zenkichi is certain his exploded headless corpse would be laying on the ground.

Extra: Akiren would try to get Akechi out of his "Detective mode" when trying to look for the next Monarch. By happily dragging him around every hotspot in a new city they travel to. Just because they are on a mission doesn't mean they can't take some time off and enjoy the sights!

"Babe, look at all the food stands! We have to try them all and fill the van full of souvenirs."

"Did you forget we're not soley on Summer break, but traveling because once again your freedom is on the line? We're investigating for more intel on the current Monarch first, then perhaps we can indulge oursel---AMAMIYA, LET ME GO."

Akiren literally grabs Goro by the arm and drags him away from the people he was questioning, and to the food stands. "Romantic sightseeing and shopping spree first, Detective work later."

"We are literally in the middle of an investigate--"

"ROMANTIC SIGHTSEEING. AND SHOPPING SPREE. FIRST. INVESTIGATION. LATER."

[cheemscakecat]

Missing in Action 2

Chapter 2: Missing

Spy promised he was going to come back, but he’s nowhere to be seen. Scout’s mental health deteriorates further.

TW: Angst

It took 3 to 4 days to get to Harvest Base and back. Spy had been gone for 5. Jeremy tried to ignore that stupid gut feeling and not care. He stayed busy.

Five days turned into a week. Medic called Pauling and asked her to use Spy’s comm-link. She didn’t get an answer. The feeling festered and grew each day, especially after that. A week and a half in, they sent out a search party. Scout couldn’t seem to sleep at all anymore. The bags under his eyes were ugly and he hated them.

Two weeks and they were fighting other teams again. Only 24 days and they were back to it. Without Spy.

Demoman and Sniper were super close friends with Jeremy. They were rowdy like his brothers, but a whole lot nicer. They kept trying to check up on him. Scout didn’t know how to hide how tired he was, but he wanted to. He was trying not to think about Spy at all. He didn’t deserve the attention.

Scout took his aggression out on the battlefield. Hopped up on BONK and furiously beating BLU mercs with a baseball bat. He was pleased with how well he was able to fight, even with no sleep. The others were surprised too. He was racking up kills.

But then two weeks became three.

Scout could stay up way longer than he thought, but anybody on earth has a freakin limit. And to his dismay, he was runnin out of work to do as a distraction. They’d moved everything but Spy’s crap, which he didn’t want to touch. He also didn’t feel like joining the search parties. There were no more boring phone calls, or letters, shipping, liftin, nothing!

Training up and fighting BLU began to fail him too. He was getting sluggish. And tired.. and weak. The urge to cry and that freakin gut feeling he had were almost enough to overwhelm him.

But Jeremy didn’t come from crybabies; his brothers always saw tears as a weakness. They murdered people to join the gangs in Boston, and “hardness” was something they prized. The brothers did not offer comfort, only mockery. And mosta them already knew who their dads were or had stopped caring. But he couldn’t. He was still the weakling of the family.

Ma was kinder, but her advice was always to keep moving forward. His whole life, when he cried those stupid runt tears, she told him that. He was trying to follow her advice, he really was.

Four weeks. It had been 38 days since he’d confronted Spy in the airship. 28 since he promised he’d be back. Four weeks was the point where Jeremy could no longer ignore the truth. Spy had run away again to avoid dealing with him. He’d disconnected from the others and Pauling to disappear, and he was never going to come back. Either he lied because he was a coward, or because he liked hurting his son. Filthy, backstabbing ***.

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That night, Scout wandered over to his bed, eyes all dark and heavy. There was nothing left to do; he’d organized his room like 7 times. He was too tired to train, he didn’t have chores to do, and he had no appetite left. His bed felt almost alien to him, that’s how long he’d been awake. He lay there feelin worn out and weak until he eventually fell asleep.

He was in the front yard at Ma’s house. But.. he was too short. Looking down, Jeremy realized he was just a tiny baby, and his mother was holdin him. The sky was grey and nasty like cigarette smoke. Someone stalked past them without saying anything to Ma. It was Spy, carrying a pre-tent-chos looking suitcase and ignoring every word she said.

Scout heard himself making confused baby noises. The further away Spy got, the more uneasy and upset he sounded. But of course, that didn’t matter to his deadbeat dad, who was packing his stuff in his stupid fancy car anyway. The noises turned into crying, but Spy still ignored him, not botherin to look at him. Baby Jeremy’s voice got frantic in a terrible way; there was something chilling about a baby screaming -really screaming- while crying. But all Spy did was flip them off as he drove away into the smoke.

Scout woke up with a startled cry and found himself shiverin violently. Fat stupid tears started pouring down his face before he could try to stop them. And then he started full on crying.

Cryin hard like when he was a kid, not that any of his brothers gave a ****. He hated to cry, it made him think of getting laughed at or ignored. Two things Spy’d probably done over the past few weeks, at his expense.

He let out a teary scream of rage and jostled a box on his bedside table. Out tumbled his spy voodoo doll. He chucked it across the room and curled up on the bed.

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Around base, mercenaries could hear muffled weeping. Weeping from the soul. Engineer carefully laid down what he was tinkering with and paused to listen. Sniper could hear it from his van, and he opened a window just to make sure he heard right. Demoman happened to be sober enough to pay attention. Even Soldier and Medic paused, as insane and unpredictable as they were. Pyro had to be the only teammate who didn’t hear it, on account of his strange condition.

But Heavy heard it, and he laid down the book he was reading.

This had been a long time coming. Scout had not allowed himself to cry for all these weeks, and he had reached the point where the tears overflowed. Like a sink left running. Heavy knew what it felt like to deny yourself the right to cry. After escaping the gulag, there was a period where he held it all in. But he had a good and observant mother who pulled him aside and talked to him about it.

Loosely translated, she told him that tears are like a mild poison; the body’s way of getting rid of the toxins from bad memories. A few tears when those memories are fresh will not hurt you, and it is good to get them out when you feel the need. But if you bottle up those tears, the toxins cannot get out. They fester, and that mild poison gets more and more potent. That is why they eventually have to overflow, to save you from that bottled up poison inside and the growing pain.

Heavy did not suspect that Scout had ever been taught such a lesson. And he also did not know the best way to translate it into English and present it to him.

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When Jeremy had finally cried himself dry and breathed a little, he glanced over at the wall where he threw the toy. It sent a shiver down his spine. Pyro’s axe!

Sometime during the unpacking Pyro walked in with a heavily sharpened axe, stared at him for a real long time, and then wedged it into the wall. Scout had decided not to move it, since he still had no idea what that was about. Guess where the spy doll landed?

He stumbled over and pulled the little toy free of the back blade on the axe, which had also been sharpened. Jeremy stared at the doll.

His first birthday at base, no one showed up to celebrate. It was his own fault, he tried to play it cool mentioning the day and didn’t tell ‘em he wanted a party at base. So he just had a backup party a week late, and everybody came. Including Spy. They were at Harvest Base then; Engineer made a teleporter to the closest chicken place since the drive was so far. Heavy got him a nice looking pistol…

Spy gave him a voodoo doll of himself. A little red spy plush with Bobby pins included. Usually it was just engineers that carried them. Spy said some crap about beating him up for missing the first party…

It couldn’t be a real voodoo doll… right? Not the ones from freakin horror movies and cartoons. There was a massive gash from the neck to the.. pants-line? maybe? Jeremy’s very annoying gut feeling got ten times worse. He anxiously felt around his table and touched a stapler. He stapled the thing up and down the big gash.

Somehow, that didn’t make him feel better. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he had to fix the toy. Yeah, it was stupid, but if there was a chance… He imagined Spy was on a beach somewhere living it up, with a bunch of normal people around. They didn’t need to see a big cut go down his middle and all the guts that would spill out. It was embarrassing, but Scout awkwardly hurried down to MedBay to see if the doctor was in.

Doc happened to be there doing a weird experiment on a liver, or something. He hurried in, stuffing falling out of the doll. Medic came over to him, lookin way less crazy than usual. “Are you alright? Need some medicine?” “I need… I need.. You got regular thread? That such-are stuff’s probably expensive.” He held up the stapled, torn up spy doll. This was so freakin dumb.

“I can sew this up for you, if you’d like.” Jeremy nodded. “Do ya.. wanna trade a surgery on me for it or-“

“No. Not this time.” Medic paused for a second. “You are not well rested enough for zhat.” And with that, the mad doctor took all the clunky staples out and sewed the gash shut.

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Back in his room, Scout stared at the toy. So dumb, Spy’d never give him the real thing. He’d probably get dust and crap spawning on his suit and hair… if he had any.

Just a normal doll. Besides, Spy’d abandoned him and the team, he was probably off at a beach house drinking wine instead of the fancy tropical stuff normal people liked.

But Jeremy still put the doll in a shoebox and hid it under the bed, far away from kicking distance. And while he was there, he dug out another box. Inside was a burlap bag, and inside the bag was a Bugs Bunny in a jester costume. Faded, but soft.

Since he’d already lived up to his crybaby reputation, Scout decided to go ahead and sleep with his old toy. All that crying made him tired enough to go into a dreamless sleep for the rest of the night.

[writerofadream]

Fortune favors the Bold ⛓

TDI!Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader ⛓

Chapter Nineteen: Who's the top? (your MOM-)

Leshawna and you were consoling a sobbing Gwen much to Duncan’s annoyance. “Girl you’ve got to try Trent outta your head.” Leshawna advised but still Gwen said “I know, I just miss him so much.” Gwen wiped her face and you smiled, swinging upside down from the top bunk. 

“Think of it this way. In this world there are the hunters and the hunted. Heather is simply prey who has lost her way.” You clapped your hands together jumping off the bed.

“Now chin up, dear. Nothing heals a heart better than a nice dish of revenge.” You flicked her chin and skipped off.

You found Duncan waiting outside the girls cabin scrolling through his phone. “Let’s go mi vida, Chris just texted the group chat and we’re meeting by the docks.” His arms slithered around your waist tugging you closer to him. You raised an eyebrow at the casual show of dominance.

His hand was literally guiding your walking. But he didn’t even notice. All he knew was that you were tucked in close to him and he loved it. Today was not his day. Today was the day you shot his dad dead.

(In five years you will get married so what a relationship am I right?)

Chris had you all gathered by the dock of shame. Duncan’s hands still were controlling your movement but instead of protesting you stayed quiet. It was… interesting to say the least.

“Today's game is simply hide and seek. Chef Hatchet with his-” Chris went on and on and honestly you would kill for your meds right now. You let out a small groan of impatience. 

Duncan’s eyes flickered down to you, his arm was around your waist which he noticed that you weren’t beating him to near death/yelling his ear off which he had seen you do before with past boyfriends. He quite literally held you. 

Duncan smiled albeit a bit weakly, his girl was all of his. He kissed the top of your head and you smiled, realizing he had just seen what he did, but then blushing because he kept his arm around.

“What’s with the water gun?” Duncan asked Chef and suddenly a red dot was on his forehead which didn’t bring back pleasant memories to say the least. Looked too much like a sniper. Actually, scratch that it looked exactly like a sniper. 

As you opened up your door you saw Duncan beaten worse than you’ve ever seen. He looked as if death was moments away and your body let out this shriek involuntarily.

“Hey sweetheart, it’s okay, can you help patch me up?” The green-haired boy asked, you nodded weakly, helping him into your room as quiet as possible since your father was passed out drunk in his room. 

After Duncan had fallen asleep, his fingers clasped around yours, you had stalked over to his house holding a pistol in your hands.

“Ooh so we’re gonna get splashed by a bit of water, I’m terrified.” Duncan said sarcastically as his voice brought you back to the present.

“Why don’t you demonstrate, Chef?” Chris smirked, putting his hands on his hips. You closed your eyes in anticipation and Chef sighed, turning around and aiming at Chris who was bombarded by a wave of water.

 “Hah, we could’ve used that in San Diego.” Duncan whispered in your ear. “You and I remember San Diego very differently, Tarun.” He smiled and said one more thing, absolutely ruining you.

“Mm, I remember how you were after the third bar, sweetheart.” You blushed like a madman and then Chris dispersed you. 

Duncan grabbed your wrist and yanked you into a kiss as you walked to the cave in the mountain. “Mm, you doing okay tiger?” You asked, he was quiet today.

“Oh I’m peachy, sweetheart.” He smiled, though it was kinda sad. “Please, we’ve known each other since birth, please talk to me about it.” You begged him as you reached the mountains. 

“You have apologized about a million times, I literally do not care for my father nor have I ever cared for my father.” He explained pulling tree branches over the entrance of the cave. “Duncan Tarun, look at me.” You ordered but he still was looking around.

“Now.” The words flew out in a tone he only heard a few times. He turned a light pink but he did look at you. “I put a bullet in your dads head because he was an absolute jackass, it is understandable to be pissed at me.” You whispered. 

“Y/N L/N, you are the absolute scariest fucker I’ve seen in my life and I love that about you, your kind to me, your ruthless and funny, your so hot don’t even get me started, and my best friend and I wouldn’t trade that to make you boring and sweet. Because I love you.” He whispered, holding your face in his hands.

“Promise?” You held up your pinkie finger. “Of course, idiot. Now let’s get inside, the boys should be here soon.” 

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“Sure Bridge can be in the alliance, Y/N is, I’m pretty sure they're like the only chill girls on the girl team.” He rubbed his neck sheepishly feeling you stare lazer beams into the back of his head. “I don’t wanna be in the alliance if the blonde girl and the scorpion are gonna be in it.” Owen grumbled, crossing his arms and looking at you.

 Duncan gave him a look before standing up, and pinching a nerve on his neck pushing him outside near a cliff edge and Duncan held him upside down.

Ten minutes later Owen came back inside looking as if he had seen the devil himself. You smiled behind your palm. 

“Now get out, we were here first.” Duncan shoved the group out much to their protests. Your eyes shined as he closed the covering behind them.

“What’s that look for?” He questioned as he came back over to you, wrapping his arms around your waists and your arms wrapped around his neck. “Mm, I don’t know, it’s just hot when you get protective.” You smiled. He raised an eyebrow. 

“Hey, even I know that the scorpion needs protection sometimes.” He said in an over dramatic voice. “Plus, I gotta protect my girl.” He shrugged, “Hm, I’m all yours baby.” His lips sought yours like a magnet. “All mine.” He murmured.

Finally, he thought.

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Hour One

“Okay so, what’s your favorite song, cutie?” You hanged upside down from an edge on the rock wall. Duncan sat with his back against the wall. “Oh this is so cliche. I bet you can guess. It’s by my favorite singer.” He smiled, clapping his hands together. You were silent for a moment, thinking. 

“…is it HeartBreak Hotel, by Elvis?” You said finally and Duncan’s mouth dropped. There is no way you got that first try.

“How?” He asked. “Well I’ve known you for seventeen years, that kinda gives me a good knowledge of all things Duncan.” You smiled.

“I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you naked more times than any girlfriend I’ve ever had has seen me naked.” He said matter of factly. “Oh that’s just sad, babe.” You laughed touching his shoulder. 

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Hour Two

“You remember our middle school graduation?” Duncan asked, surprising you. “Yeah..?” You said sitting up because the blood was rushing to your head. “Do you remember how the principal was showing a presentation of the best students but instead of the students pictures, pictures of the staff at a bar?” He continued and something clicked in your head. 

“OH MY GOD THAT WAS YOU-”

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Hour Three 

Chef walked inside the mountain and saw Duncan asleep as you sat in his lap hugging him, also fast asleep, once Chef was in a close distance both of your eyes flew open, but before you could put any plan into action, Chef grabbed Duncan’s neck and your hair, you both dangled in the air, and you grumbled. 

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“At least buy me a drink first.” And Chef squeezed Duncan’s neck tighter. Duncan kicked his legs and you clawed at Chef's arm, he dragged you both outside and your fellow campers took a buttload of pictures.

“Aw, our little delinquents look so small.” Gwen awed, taking a selfie with you, “I’m going to eat the next bat of yours I see.” You threatened and Gwen laughed from behind her palm.

 “Interesting to see the untouchable teens look like a normal couple.” Bridgette pondered near Duncan causing him to flip her off. 

“Wait, where’s Leshawna?” Owen asked finally. Chef’s eyes widened realizing his mistake. “By the water.” He whispered and he started running. 

But by the time he arrived it was too late, Leshawna smiled waving at home base. “Heya sugar.” The campers roared and cheered for the girl happy that at least someone won. 

—

All the girls were together in the cabin, including you, you all were discussing who you should vote out. But before that could happen Leshawna tied your arms to a bed frame much to your confusion.

“I’m sorry honey, but we should vote out, Duncan.” She whispered, and your eyes flickered causing every girl to take a step back in mild fear. 

“Why?” Your voice was dangerously calm, “He had all the boys form an alliance against us, that’s why. He might be your boyfriend but he is going to get us all voted off.” Heather sassed, your eyes turned to her.

“Oh no.” Leshawna whispered. “What did I do wrong?” She muttered to herself. “Well you used towels to tie her up, for one thing.” Bridgette yelled from outside.

There was creaking coming from the bed, and suddenly you had torn your hands off it and had taken the wood off of you. Gwen watched as you gave a death glare at Heather and walked over to your bed. You bent in your knees and grabbed your gun out of the box that laid below.

“Don’t follow me.” You whispered and stalked out of the cabin slamming the door behind you. 

 —

Duncan found you in the woods, shooting at the trees. “Is that your gun or are you just happy to see me?” He yelled from atop of one of the said trees. “Keep talking, Tarun and I’ll shoot you.” You yelled back aiming for a spot on the tree he sat on. 

“Well aren’t you a charmer.” he let himself fall off the tree, and he walked up to you pushing your gun out of the way. “Scorpion… you alright?” He raised an eyebrow. “I’ve been better.” You muttered, leaning your head against his chest, worry pounding in your ears.

He hugged you tight and whispered. “Whatever is happening, we’ll be just fine,” Duncan kissed the top of your head trying to ease your worry.

—

That night at the campfire, everybody but Leshawna sat near you. Chris handed out all of the marshmallows before it landed between Duncan and Bridgette.

Your heart was thumping. What would you do if Duncan wasn’t here? Each challenge usually lasted a week, so it’d be a week before you could get yourself out, and you’ve never been longer then two days without seeing him- and now you were rambling.

—

Bridgette got out, which was honestly probably a good thing. With the amount of skunk that sprayed her, she’d be smelling for weeks. Duncan gave you a lopsided smile.

“It’s gonna take more than those girls to get me voted out.” He smiled hugging you close. “Yeah, yeah I know.” You whispered snuggling into his arms.

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That night, the full story.

Duncan’s house was vacant for his mother, who was at work. The bus had just dropped him off and he had run inside, praying that he’d get there before the mail had come. But it seemed that he hadn’t. As he creaked open the door he saw his father sitting at the kitchen table surrounded by bottles and holding a card in his hand.

“Duncan Tarun came into my office today asking for some medicine. He seems to be a frequent flier of Tylenol, so I just wanted to see if everything is alright at home, sincerely, Nurse Susan.” Duncan’s dad read aloud and Duncan cringed.

Y/N had noticed the nurse typing the letter when she had come in for a bandage and alerted her friend right away.

“Are you telling the school people that I’m hitting you? Huh?” Milo smacked Duncan straight across the face, and threw a bottle at his feet. “N-no, sir.” Duncan whispered, staring at the glass that was cutting into his socks making his feet bleed.

“You’ve never seen what real pain is, kid. Your life is a fucking haven compared to what I grew up with.” He slammed Duncan into the floor, sending the shards of glass into the child’s back who whimpered in pain.

Milo broke another glass in half and jammed it into Duncan’s stomach. Duncan cried out weakly, as his father began hitting him, kicking, punching, every single thing in the book. Duncan stayed silent the whole time though, only letting out sound to wince. 

He was used to being beat.

Never like this.

After an hour and a half, Milo had stopped and stumbled into his room. Duncan’s eyes finally opened, though they were extremely swollen. He realized his ankle was broken, so he’d have to army crawl over to your house. Which he did, and when he knocked on your door, he was shocked to see that much concern in your eyes.

As you opened up your door you saw Duncan beaten worse than you’ve ever seen. He looked as if death was moments away and your body let out this shriek involuntarily.

“Hey sweetheart, it’s okay, can you help patch me up?” The green-haired boy asked, you nodded weakly, helping him into your room as quietly as possible since your father was passed out drunk in his room. 

You laid him down on your bed, and grabbed ice out of the minifridge in your room. You get it in his eyes, first. “Is it that bad?” he muttered. You stared at him for a moment. “Just, just shut up.” You whispered and began working on his injuries.

You wrapped a towel around the abdomen wound, stitched up his eyebrow, feet, face, chest, and both arms, iced all the rest of the injuries. You noticed that around the stitching of his chest was when he passed out from the pain. 

You tucked him underneath your covers and kissed his cheek. It was dark outside, so no one would realize it was you that was about to do what happened next. You went over to your dresser and pulled out the gun your father had gotten you for your last birthday.

You climbed out of your window, and climbed down the tree, as you made your way over to the devils lair. 

You opened up the door without knocking and noticed all the lights were off, you stepped past the pool of Duncan’s blood, and went up the stairs into the room area.

You picked the lock into Duncan’s fathers room and stared at the sleeping man for a second. He deserved death, he deserved a terrible, bloody, nasty death. But this would have to do. You smiled and clicked a bullet into place.

Then you shot him dead, three times.

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[callsign-smalls]

Here’s part 3 of incorrect quotes between the members of Task Force 141 (+ Alejandro, Rudy, König, Graves, & Laswell) and the OC in my latest story, Stella Bradshaw-Graves.

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Laswell: Call the kids, they aren’t listening to me.

Price: I’m not their dad.

Laswell: Just do it.

Price, to the kids (Soap, Gaz, Ghost, & Stella / Reaper): Okay everyone, line up! The car leaves in five minutes!

The kids: *immediately line up & follow Price like ducklings*

Laswell: ….

Price: No, listen. Listen!! I’m not their-

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Price: In light of what you did for me, you can now hug me for four to five seconds.

Stella, immediately pulling Price into a tight bear hug: Forty-five seconds?!

Price, struggling: NO! FOUR TO FIVE SECONDS-

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Price: The last member of TF 141 must be highly skilled, well coordinated, and confident without a doubt-

Stella: *trips over a plant and apologizes to it*

Price: I want that one.

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Stella: Sorry I was late, I was… taking care of something.

Soap: *enters the room looking noticeably disheveled*

Soap: SHE PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKING STAIRS!!

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Rodolfo: Who hurt you?

Stella: Do you want a list?

Rodolfo: Yes, actually.

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Stella’s Father: I have made the perfect soldier.

Price: No, you screwed up a perfectly good child prodigy is what you did. Look at it, it has anxiety!

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Valeria: Listen here, you son of a bitch!

Stella: Hey! Don’t talk about my mother like that!

Valeria: I was talking about your father.

Stella: Oh.

Stella: Carry on.

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Alejandro: I spy, with my little eye, something that begins with an ‘s’.

Soap: Salt? A snake?

Ghost: Sand?

Stella & Rodolfo: [making eye contact with each other in the distance]

Alejandro: Sexual tension.

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Stella: I am a genius, a highly skilled medic and sniper that has killed more people than most ever will-

Rodolfo, gently touching her arm: Niña bonita (pretty girl).

Stella, melting: I love you and will do anything for you.

[blackandwhitecircus]

Rant i just sent to my friend:

I am so fucking insane about Riza FullmetalAlchemist like we been knew I am not normal about that woman but also I am watching the show with my dad rn and we are past the first hurtful Flashback episode, nearing the second and then the one my tattoo is from and I am !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! about Riza Hawkeye I am going to kill myself over riza hawkeye I am so insane over her like ?!?!?!

Like she's this kid this tiny kid and her father is an accomplished alchemist and he takes on an apprentice who's a few years older than her and kind of cute also they're both from messed up home situations

And then he leaves and her father gets sick but he finishes his research finally and it is so dangerous and it can kill millions so he TATTOOS IT ON HER BACK and he gives the power to pass it on to this SEVENTEEN YEAR OLD GIRL who is all alone in the world

And then the boy comes back and he has just joined the military and he is so idealistic about it he genuinely believes he's doing good and SHE IS SEVENTEEN AND ALL ALONE IN THE WORLD so she GIVES HIM HER FATHER'S RESEARCH and then he gets ordered to do a Genocide and he does it. Roy Mustang burns god knows how many people to death with the power SHE GAVE HIM. And even worse she believed him and now she's a sniper and a killer too and he will never forgive himself for this he will never forget that his idealism is what destroyed her too

So she asks him to destroy her tattoo to literally burn it off her back and he does and she promises to follow him to Hell and back if it means he will make the world a better place and he will make a system that will hold the two of them accountable and he makes her promise to shoot him should he ever deviate from that

AND THAT ALL HAPPENS TEN YEARS BEFORE THE SHOW EVEN STARTS

FOR TEN YEARS SHE LIVES IN THE CONVICTION THAT IF ROY DIES SHE WILL KILL HERSELF AND NEVER LET HER BODY BE FOUND BECAUSE HER

FATHER

BRANDED HER WITH ALCHEMICAL RESEARCH THAT HAS ALREADY KILLED GOD KNOWS HOW MANY PEOPLE

AND THAT'S NOT EVEN GETTING INTO THE THEMES OF FATHERHOOD THAT GO THROUGH THE ENTIRE SHOW OR THE

TWO OTHER CHILDHOOD

CHILDHOOD FRIENDS RELATIONSHIP THEIRS IS MIRRORD WITH OR THE ONE EPISODE WHERE SHE

LOADS SIX BULLETS INTO A REVOLVER

AND ONLY SHOOTS FIVE

CAUSE SHE THINKS ROY IS DEAD

40 EPISODES BEFORE HER SUICIDALITY EVER BECOMES RELEVANT AGAIN

riza hawkeye.

[3 hours later]

Ok I fell asleep but I am not done with this actually cause Roy?!?! has this whole philosophy of "If i protect the people I love and they protectect the people they love we will have a nice and compassionate society" and it is very clear to EVERYONE that at the top of the list for "people roy Mustang loves and wants to protect" is riza to the point where she gets taken hostage/almost killed over it TWICE but she herself does not see her life worthy of protection because of the things ROY DID

So when he almost dies she almost dies cause she's so distressed and he's mad at her about it and and that point the soft first time viewers think "oh she really likes her commanding officer" while I am already actively loosing it cause I know the next thing she was gonna do was either use her final bullet on herself or sacrifice herself to make sure alphonsus survives. You know. The little blonde kid who lost everything to his and his older brothers idealism and wish to bring their dead parent back. Complete coincidence in how the main characters all parallel each other.

Anyway like 40 episodes later roy is now actively loosing and she goes nuh uh and PUTS A GUN TO HIS HEAD cause he has abandoned his compassionate ideals in that moment and he goes "the fuck u gonna do after shooting me" and she goes "kill myself, cause the flame alchemy" and he IS SO SHOOK BY THAT that he immediately goes

"I can't afford to loose you."

?!?!?!?!

And calms down and realizes that he has hurt her AGAIN which is like the thing he has felt immense guilt about (next to the genocide) for ten years and they have the tenderest liddle moment during which in the manga

HE TAKES HIS GLOVES OFF TO TOUCH HER HAND

and then like 10 minutes later the villains are like "hey Mustang u like this woman right" and almost kill her and that's when my tattoo happens which I cannot stress enough is like a split second and the closest they ever get to wach other like

ALL THIS

Just happens strewn over 64 episodes while the elric brothers do their heroes quest thing. First time viewers are not even equipped to get the weight of any of it and in all that time they NEVER EVEN CALL EACH OTHER BY THEIR NAMES

[tomfrogisblue]

Some murder mystery theories coz I'm bored and sleepy (- with the disclaimer that I'm fuzzy on some of the recent lore, and that as these are in-universe lil fun things, so admins that are "indisposed" can be included)

- Long Ass Post Incoming -

- it was Sunny as revenge for Richas killing her dad that one time

- it was Creation for same reason as above, with the caveat that it has a list of people it would kill for the wellbeing of the people higher on the list, and Richas is a bunch lower than Sunny, it might also have a kinda loose understanding on th impact of death

- it was Bad (on accident/coz he thought it was funny) and his lil amnesiac brain has forgotten it was him

- it was Tazercraft so they could finally set up the Murder Mystery after a year of prepping (lmao)

- it was Roier in a moment of anger that no one realised he was gone and an imposter was in his body instead (let's go angstttttt)

- it was one of the other kids (Dapper or Ramón probably) working with Richas to set up the Murder Mystery for Tazercraft coz they got sick of waiting

- it was Cucu cos he's jealous of how much time Bad is spending with Richas instead of him lmao

- it was the bunnies for blowing up spawn (q!Bad's been shifting all the blame as usual)

- it was q!Charlie after only logging on for five minutes

- it was one of the long list of people whose mental state is doing real well - name a character and some angst bs has probably fucked them up at some point - and also possessions and body swaps with dangerous people and entities are fairly common so insert one of them, The Ender King or Doied for example. It's actually kinda funny how many characters have had a possession/corruption/insanity arc now I make a mental list - q!Etoiles and q!Charlie with their separate code corruption arcs technically count, q!Tina with her demononic suppression, maybe q!Fit with whatever happens to his character after being in that cave for months (HE IS STILL THERE)

- q!Cellbit finally completely lost it and reverted fully back to his f!Cell mindset - literally no one on the island is safe and q!Pac should just take a vacation at this point

- The French Sniper got him from the shadows (for fun)

- El Quackity finally turned the fuck back up and wanted some brownie points with Eyeball Man

- Pepito finally snapped and clapped back at Richas rip bozo lmao

- and, finally, it was El Mariana, for the shits and giggles, the Boogeyman finally got 'em (ya don't need a bath in the afterlife)

[roseaesynstylae]

I see one piece of fanart with Crosshair and Nubs, and I get ideas. Ideas that involve time-travel and either trauma or the healing power of adorableness, it really depends on whether it's traveling backward or forward in time. If it's backward, it's Young Jedi Adventures and nothing bad happens and Crosshair gets the therapy he so desperately needs. If it's forward, it's the Bad Batch and everything bad is happening and it's "Hey kids, the Jedi are gone, the Sith are ruling the galaxy, you'll be killed or tortured into an Inquisitor if you're found, and the only person willing and able to help you is an emotionally disturbed, traumatized, mean sniper responsible for multiple war crimes." Either way, Crosshair ends up a dad.

(The Bad Batch, trying to wrangle Omega: "Parenting is so hard!" "Pathetic," sneers Crosshair. "I have three of them, they're Jedi, so if they're discovered, they'll die or worse and I'll be executed for sheltering them, and I have more psychological issues than the five of you combined." "Amateurs," says Hondo, in the middle of a firefight with his six Jedi children hanging off him.)