#rookie blue fanfic

[cotecoyotegrrrl]

I can't believe this was my very first ever holiday story. I hope you all still like it

[gedachtenextracten]

Summary:

Your next door neighbor whom you can borrow sugar, coffee, butter and even batteries off.

Or; If only Elaine and Lisa knew what their words would lead to.

[f1fnatic]

THE ROOKIES ⤿ o. piastri 81

→ ( in which. . . ) you are a rookie and play for the us women's national soccer team. during the world cup after your team gets knocked out, you run into a certain australian f1 driver who is supporting the host team.

→ ( fanfic genre. . . ) written/irl, smau

→ ( face claim. . . ) naomi girma + pictures from pinterest/instagram

→ ( pairing. . . ) oscar piastri x uswnt!reader

→ ( content warnings/disclaimers. . . ) cursing, might be a multi-part series, not sure yet :) also fully aware that the 2023 f1 season was actively happening at the same time as the women's world cup, but for the sake of this fic, let's believe that oscar had to allow mclaren's reserve drive (for unspecified reasons).

→ ( author's note. . . ) i enjoyed making this fic SM. it was interesting to mess with a written and smau, i hope it flows well and isn't super confusing. hope you enjoy! see end for more

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y/n_l/n

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y/n_l/n number 4 checking in ✅

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uswnt ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 liked by y/n_l/n

trinity_rodman LFGGGG

y/n_l/n 🙌🏿‼️

user18 greatest defender EVER

user56 SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK ‼️‼️

sophsssmith incoming women's world cup champ

y/n_l/n loading...🔃

user6 no cause why is she sooo pretty

user17 #GOAT 🐐

alexmorgan13 YEAHHHH Y/NNNN liked by y/n_l/n

user33 oh she ate..

user22 4 + 4

yourmom So proud of you, honey ❤️

y/n_l/n thank you mama 🥹💞

mrapinoe Get it rookie! liked by y/n_l/n

lavellerose ⚽🌟 liked by y/n_l/n

yourbsf the best to ever do it 💖

y/n_l/n stop it ily

user20 fresh kits 😮‍💨 liked by y/n_l/n

user81 she knows she's good

uswnt

📍auckland, new zealand

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uswnt Defender Y/N L/N, and the rest of the USWNT, arriving to New Zealand in style 🔥🔥

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usmt Good luck ladies! liked by uswnt

user66 god dayum

user19 barking

y/n_l/n team stylist >> liked by uswnt

savdemelo Yeah we rocked it 🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️

user67 god y/n 😍

malpugh what a cutie pie y/n_l/n

y/n_l/n oh stop it mal 🤭

sophsssmith ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

user9 she is so breathtaking

mrapinoe 🔥 liked by uswnt and y/n_l/n

cmpulisic Sheeshhh liked by uswnt

user22 they suck bro

user5 k just say u are an incel

user91 what a loser

lavellerose Pulling up in style liked by uswnt

user39 crying she is so prettyyy

user21 it is so unfair

user51 she can rock literally ANYTHING

uswnt

📍melbourne, victoria, autralia

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uswnt Thank you for your support. Till next time.

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y/n_l/n so proud of this team 💟 liked by uswnt

mrapinoe Couldn't have asked for a better final season. liked by uswnt

alexmorgan13 ⚽💌 liked by uswnt

sophsssmith thank you 💖 liked by uswnt

lavellerose Wouldn't do it with anyone else liked by uswnt

malpugh ❤️❤️ liked by uswnt

alyssanaeher What a run liked by uswnt

trinity_rodman love you all, can't wait till next year liked by uswnt

savdemelo ❣️ liked by uswnt

usmt Amazing job, ladies. liked by uswnt

emilysonnet 💓 liked by uswnt

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─ 19 august, 2023 ↴

your team had just lost to sweden in penalty kicks. the amount of overwhelming pride you had felt was unmeasurable. nothing could describe how you felt for your team making it into the quarter finals. yes, you were sad that you couldn't advance further, but none the less, you were grateful for the chance to play at the highest level.

so, there you were, sitting in the stands of the bronze medal game. the match was intense. the matildas were putting up a great fight against sweden for third place. so far, sweden was up 1-0. you wanted the matildas to beat the yellow and blue-clad team since they were the ones that knocked you and your team out.

a few minutes passed before halftime arrived. you decided that it would be a good idea to go get a snack, and maybe some coffee. standing up, you swing your bag across your body and walk to the nearest concession stand. after getting your things, a coffee and some pretzel bites, you turn to head back to your seat. only, instead of being met with open space, your body collides with another, effectively spilling your coffee and dropping your pretzels on the stadium floor. the coffee slightly burns your skin as it seeps into your (new) white blouse. an annoyed sigh escapes from your lips before a voice speaks up.

"shit, oh my god- i am so sorry. are you okay?" it asks. you pick your head up, tearing your eyes away from the giant brown stain painted on your shirt. chocolate colored eyes lock onto yours. a breath hitches in your throat. the man in front of you was gorgeous. he was smiling nervously, hands reaching to gesture to your shirt. "can i get you some napkins?"

there is an awkward pause before you answer. "oh, um, yeah sure, that would be great." you smile. he leaves you for a second before returning and handing you a bundle of napkins. you gently blotch the damp stain.

"i really am sorry. i didn't see you. i should've been paying attention to where i was going." the man says, awkwardly giggling at the end of his sentence.

"it's okay, truly. i can always get another drink, can't say the same for my shirt though." you end. you finish with drying your shirt - albeit, the best you could, before you see that the man in front of you is wearing a matildas jersey. "what a game, huh?"

"oh, yeah. the girls are doing a wonderful job but sweden is just doing better," he answers. "who are you rooting for?"

"the matildas. it would be against my better judgement to root for sweden." you say. you watch his face for a second until recognition washes over his features.

"oh my god, you play for the us! you are amazing! i can't believe this is only your rookie season, i thought you had been playing for years when i saw your first game." you can't help but blush at his compliment. a smile molds onto your lips.

"thank you, that means a lot. i appreciate it," you giggle, "i never caught your name, you mind telling me?"

"oscar." he responds. he sticks out a hand in front of you. you grab it and shake. another smile displays on his features. it reminded you of a quokka, in fact, he reminded you of a quokka.

"well, oscah," you say, teasing him for his annunciation, "you don't happen to be busy do you?"

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y/n_l/n

📍women's world cup

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y/n_l/n thank you all.

thank you to the national team for entrusting me with the opportunity to play in the women's world cup. if you were to tell 4 year old me that when she was 20, she'd be playing in the world cup, she would be absolutely ECSTATIC.

i would also like to thank my mom and dad for pushing me to play my best no matter what and to be a goldfish. aka, forget the bad things and remember the good.

also, thank you to the fans. seeing little girls holding signs with my name and number gives me reason to keep going. ladies, you can do anything you set your mind to. don't let anyone say you can't.

lastly, i would like to thank oscar for making me spill my coffee on myself. and for being a pretty alright tour guide. (jk, you were really great)

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user17 you showed up and showed out!

yourbsf YEAHHHHH Y/NNNN

y/n_l/n love you ❤️‍🔥

user46 can't believe she is only a rookie

user70 IKR. like... she is literally on par with a lot of the senior players

oscarpiastri i still feel really bad about the coffee...

y/n_l/n osc, please, it's okay

user91 A NICKNAME BASIS ALReADY??

user66 osc? OSC?!

yourmom So insanely proud of you sweetheart. Can't wait for the future ❤️

y/n_l/n i love you so much ma 🥹

user54 RAHHHHH USA USA 🦅🦅🦅🦅 liked by y/n_l/n

uswnt ROTY liked by y/n_l/n

user55 kay who is oscar piastri and why is he such a cutie pie

savdemelo perry misses his aunt

y/n_l/n and duck misses hers!

sophsssmith blessed to be your teammate 💓 liked by y/n_l/n

user19 WHO IS HEEEeeEEe

user28 oscar piastri is an australian-rookie f1 driver! he races for the team mclaren :)

oscarpiastri i can buy you a new shirt!!!

y/n_l/n OSCAR. JACK. PIASTRI.

mrapinoe The next gen 😌 liked by y/n_l/n

user32 HOLD ON MAYBE THAT ONE TWITTER USER WAS ON TO SOMETHING

user10 but they were talking about someone on the matildas not uswnt 🤐🤐

trinity_rodman 🌟🌟 liked by y/n_l/n

lavellerose Honored to be your teammate y/n! liked by y/n_l/n

alexmorgan13 Couldn't have gotten how far we did without you ❣️

y/n_l/n stop it alex i'm gonna cry ❤️‍🩹

user66 MY TWO WORLDS ARE COLLIDING I AM NOT OKAY

user29 oh he's cute

oscarpiastri

📍womens world cup

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oscarpiastri the best way to meet someone is to bump into them and make them spill their fresh (very hot) coffee on their shirt

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user67 honestly such a romantic way to meet someone

user21 oscar cannot catch a break from americans

user49 its like he's drawn to them..

user18 hope u had a nice break! liked by oscarpiastri

logansargeant woohoo another american!

y/n_l/n 🦅🦅🦅

oscarpiastri remind me to never introduce you two.

logansargeant 😞

user22 she's so oretty omggggg liked by oscarpiastri

user22 NO WAY OSCAR LIKED.

y/n_l/n that person must have been feeling nice!

oscarpiastri yeah they were

landonorris oscar has a cruUussShHhh

oscarpiastri shut up lando

user7 who is she?

user31 y/n l/n is an american soccer player!

user7 might have to start watchinf soccer now yeesshhh

y/n_l/n you were a pretty okay tour guide

oscarpiastri take that back.

y/n_l/n mmm no

oscarpiastri duck says hi

y/n_l/n YOU DID NOT.

mclaren Why are there two koalas in the fourth picture?

user39 HAHA I LOVE YOU ADMIN

logansargeant who's that cutie pie in slide 5? liked by oscarpiastri

user81 the rookies

user4 i can already tell they are going to date

user21 brutha they just met 🙏🏻

user93 people when boy-girl friendships

landonorris is that why your tongue was purple?

oscarpiastri dude 😀

user51 WHAT?

user64 he is SUCH a gossip girl

user15 i am SO totally normal ab this

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first oscar fic in the books. i loved writing this one. while doing so, i called myself single in so many different ways. i plan on making a part 2, maybe a part 3 (not sure) so stay tuned! also, if you would like to be on the taglist, comment!!! requests and feedback are welcome! make sure to leave a comment and kudos as well (only if you want :P)

[fxdizz-y]

GHOST X GEN Z + GN!READER

A/N: Hiii first fanfic on tumblr kinda nervous😣 I'm not going to take request just yet this is all for my cravings💀🙏🙏 I'd love if you teach me scottish slang too!

Pairing: (mainly) Ghost x gn!reader || slight Task Force 141 x gn!reader

C/W: Strong language, age gap, fluff, kinda suggestive flirts, Ghost being a boomer, dark humor, no use of Y/N, your call sign is 'Spring' (the metal one), teasing, not in the same timeline as the game, they simping hard for each other

T/W: unhealthy habits (skin peeling around the nails etc)

(Don't mind the song I just listen to it while writing)

『••✎••』

Your life was dull, nothing seems to made you excited anymore. Don't get you wrong, you have an okay childhood, even though you had force yourself to grow up at some point but you didn't mind all that much.

Not like you ever did, you're that 'nice' kid that let people borrow their belongings and seems to don't hold grudges.

But in truth, you weren't that nice. No, you did hold grudges, the only reason you didn't say anything was because you knew that it'll be pointless to argue and you just over all wasn't a social kid.

When you finally hit off to high school, you instantly realized that it'll be hell.

And you weren't wrong.

You were one of those alt kids that wear band shirts and heavy eyeliners. Admittedly it was kind of fun.. But the bullying just drove you to the edge.

But those were memories in the past.

You're 23 now, fidgeting your fingers and scraping the dead skins on your nails, standing next to a woman with dirty blonde short hair.

Her icy blue eyes stare right ahead of you both. She had introduced herself earlier, her name is Kate Laswell.

You both were waiting for some dude to show up, apparently he's supposed to come and get you so you can officially be in his little group.

After what feels like years, a man finally make his way to you, or more likely, Laswell.

– "Price."

Laswell said, turning towards the man, you took a step behind Laswell, hiding yourself from the taller male.

– "Laswell."

The man greeted, before continue.

– "And where is this rookie?"

'Price' ask, his eyes scanning the room. Laswell scoff and give your back a harsh pat, making you step out of her shadow.

– "Price, this is Spring."

– "What."

Price look at you and back at Laswell, clearly hoping this was some sorts of joke.

Unluckily, Laswell eyes tell the truth.

– "For fuck sake, that's literally an INFANT! "

Price exclaim, gesturing towards you while keeping his eyes on Laswell.

You held yourself back from rolling your eyes, keeping your composure.

– "Where the fuck is your manners? You either take them or have troubles missing a skilled hacker."

Laswell snaps, glaring at Price.

The corner of your lips tug up at that, feeling happy and flustered.

Price groans and turns to you, looking at you up and down, judging you hard.

– "Oh my fuckin.. You know I can't just put a baby with the toddlers, the big boys can be mean sometimes."

– "The baby are the meanest, trust me."

Laswell sigh out, pushing you towards the captain.

Price sigh in defeat, before just nod at Laswell.

– "I'll take them"

He grumble before mentioning you to go outside, which you obeyed.

When you made it outside you wait for the captain, which come after you after a few moment.

He gesture to the car and you sat on the backseat.

He quirk a brow up but didn't question it.

The way to your new base felt like forever, especially when none of you decide to talk. So being you, you hums to yourself to MCR.

You were into your own little world and didn't noticed how Price glance at the mirror sometimes to look at you.

He didn't speak of course, just silently observing and quite enjoy this rather than painful silence.

After quite some time the car park at an unfamiliar base, well to you anyways.

You scrambled out the car and went back to fidgeting your fingers, scrapping and peeling off the skin around the nail etc.

Price glance at you and pat your shoulder, a quiet sign for you to follow.

You follow without hesitation, stuffing your hands in your camo pants pocket and let your eyes wander around the place, taking mental notes on which path leads to where since you figured you'll be staying here for awhile.

Each steps you take only make your excitement grows, something that you haven't felt this strong for ages.

Your eyes sparkle with wonders like a child again and you have a great feeling about this, despite your captain bad first impression.

You both walk into a room and the captain told you that your team would be meeting you when they arrive, so you sit on the small locker and swinging your legs, feeling nervous.

You didn't let your mind wandered for too long when the door swing open and 3 men walks in.

And good grief.

They were huge. And you didn't mean it in the dirty way.

Like literally. Especially the one in the back. Despite being behind the two other men you can clearly tell that he's the tallest and the biggest, his skull mask stands out as his eyes stare right into you, you feel absolutely fucking naked under them.

Price motion for you to get down and as you hop down you could almost feel your knees gave up.

– "Hello sailor.."

You mumbled, eyes glued to the tallest man in the room. You could tell that he's about 6'2" and a half.

Luckily Price didn't heard what you just mumbled and continue on introducing you to the team.

You smile cheapishly at all of them, deciding that it was enough eye candy.

– "Aye Rookie?"

A man with faux haircut call you, whom recently introduced himself as Soap wink at you playfully.

– "Name's Spring, sir."

You said, winking back, returning the energy.

– "What's with the name?"

Gaz ask, patting your back.

– "I can do em big jump, sir!"

You exclaim proudly.

Gaz look at you with mischief in his eyes, despite being older you can already tell this guy means good trouble.

Soap, who's probably the closest to your age sling his arm over your shoulder.

– "How 'bout yer show us hm?"

He said, letting his arm fall from your shoulder.

You nod and looking around, looking for a perfect thing you can jump on.

Before it lands on one and only Lieutenant.

Soap immediately notice and give you an unsure stare, knowing how Ghost hate physical touches.

– "Lieutenant?"

You call out, a fuzzy feeling form on your stomach.

And it explode into thousands butterflies when his eyes snaps to you, before they turns gentle.

It may look like he's glaring down at you but you both know that if you look close enough, you'd see the soft, gentleness in it. As if he's being careful to not scare you away. Or maybe it's your imagination.

You sure hope it's fucking not.

Ghost couldn't even believe it. He doesn't believe in this whole love at first sight deal. Just ridiculous.

And ironic isn't it, Lieutenant?

He wasn't listening to your chit chats before so when a soft voice calls out for him he was surprised.

And he craves more of your voice. He wanna hear you say his name.

And god you're so tiny standing in front of him.

You look so.. So fragile to him.

– "Uhm.. Sir?"

You call out again, slowly placing a hand on his arm, fucking desperate to get his attention back.

You definitely awoken something in him with that.

And you knew it when you can feel him tense up.

Ghost focus back on you again, nodding for you to do whatever you want.

Soap and Gaz was FLABBERGASTED.

L.T being soft? Man they whish they could record this right now.

But that'll be a dead wish.

You jog behind him, before running up to him and jump high. And holy shit.

You didn't lie.

You could almost jump over him.

But you didn't since there wasn't enough space, instead you land on his shoulder.

You would be concern for the neck you could broke but you weren't in your gears so you weren't heavy.

You cheers when you land on him, almost sending him to the floor.

He pause. Unsure how to feel.

[nhularin]

TUMBLR.COM

SYNOPSIS being a writer is hard, especially when you're a hardcore stan on tumblr.com. so when the legendary niki writer disappeared out of the blue, the readers were naturally heartbroken! but! what happens when their beloved nishirikithinker got revealed as THE yn of the hot new girl group?!

!! YN (breadeater) 06' liner, menace #1, obsessed with bread (and junhyeok niki),retired fanfic writer, still writes stuff but on twitter and for yeonjun, has beef with half of the kpop industry as a rookie, besties with sullyoon! dancer, center, maknae!

!! MIU (jiungdestroyer) 03' liner, has a love hate relationship with jiung, its one sided though, unhinged, tired dad, supports yns questionable behaviors, former yt fanfic writer...vocalist!

!! SULLYOON (seol_yxxna) 04' liner the only normal member, shes still freaky, minji and her have a tom n jerry relationship, gets inkigayo sandwiches on a daily, everyone and their mother is in love with her (who isnt), knew yn before debut, visual, vocalist!

!! MINJI (minjijihihi) 04' liner menace #2, in love with michael cera, chronic tiktok user, used to run a stayc fanpage, leader, rapper, FOTG!

MASTERLIST -> next

TAGLIST open! @neighborhae @cha3w0n-hearts @misokei @avocarua @sayescomfortplace @he4rtsforjihoon @jmluvclub

[trojanteapot]

Obligatory Infinity Train Fanfic Plug I Guess

I have some new followers since I posted about my Infinity Train cosplay process so I guess now's a good time to plug my boring overly-long fanfics that are mostly sad and stuff.

SHIPPING FICS

RYMIN:

Ain't No Cure For Love: Ryan and Min-Gi perform their first gig in Montreal. Min-Gi wants to confess his feelings. (First fic I ever wrote probably a bit rough now and the only fic without any sort of theme besides "love wins" i guess) It Can't Be Helped: Takes place in the mid-2000s when Ryan and Min-Gi's band have become quite successful and are touring East Asia. Ryan has some cultural identity issues to overcome at the age of like, 40-something. (This one is much much better than the first Rymin fic, and is about more than just shipping. I did a ton of research into Japanese-Canadians and Korean-Canadians for it as well! Shout-out to my partner for his huge role in shaping this fic as he is Japanese-Canadian himself.)

GRIMON:

Raison d'Etre (PART 1) (PART 2): Post-Canon AU where Simon survives the Train. Grace and Simon spend about 4 years apart from each other living their own lives on Earth, but one day Grace shows up randomly in Quebec to pay Simon a visit. Traumatic wounds get reopened, things get emotional, philosophical, maybe even a little... sociopolitical? Also interspersed between Grace and Simon's little dates are flashbacks to the Train that explain exactly how Simon managed to leave the Train in this AU.

I separated it into two halves because the second half contains smut. However, the second half kind of needs to be read for there to be a complete story. The smut is entirely skippable and doesn't contribute to the overarching plot so I do encourage you to read both halves.

(Also of note is that this takes place not in the "present" but in the past (2018), because I am An Old Person(TM) and so I made Grace and Simon millennials. And I also didn't want to write about the pandemic. It's not that noticeable and you can ignore that timeline fuckery if you want.)

True Love Waits: (VERY VERY CURSED) Sort of not a shipping fic? But Grace gets pregnant here and we all know who the father is! So Grace needs to leave the Train before the baby is born. Canon complacent so Simon is dead. (TW: other than pregnancy there's also thoughts of self-harm and mentions of abortion)

Leave It In My Dreams: Grace's sad nightmare in Alma Mater but from Simon's perspective.

Shame On You, Blue-Eyed Fox: Grace lets her guard down and harassed by a rookie cop. Simon finally makes himself useful for once in his entire life. (TW: real world racism obviously.)

GENERAL FICS

Alma Mater: Post-Canon. Tulip starts college, is very typically Tulip about it, but she befriends an older student named Grace Monroe who helps her through it. However, Tulip comes to learn that she and Grace have more in common than they realized at first. Also Jesse and Lake get thrown into the mix and drama ensues. (Mostly canon complacent except for 1. time period, and 2. Grace is from California, not DC, but her parents work in DC.)

Initial State: A side story to Raison d'Etre. After Simon realizes he's wrong he works with the Cat to bring his number down and leave the Train. But this isn't as easy as he thought especially when he meets a denizen he's recently met before, but never expected to meet again (becausehekilledherlol).

Semi-Automatic Lonely Boy: Prequel to Raison d'Etre. Just a series of vignettes of Simon's life after returning to Earth. (TW: depictions of self-harm) Other than It Can't Be Helped, this is the other fanfic that I am the most proud of so far. Literally went and relearned French to write some of the dialogue in this.

I'll Get It Right Sometime (ongoing): Four years after Book 3, Hazel and Amelia have a pretty decent life on the Train. But this peace is interrupted when Hazel meets a passenger and decides to help him through the Train. How can Amelia keep Hazel safe? Who is this passenger anyway? Why is the Cat so interested in interfering? Why is Simon somehow involved?! Why is JESSE somehow involved?!?!??! (Note: I think Hazel ages normally, so she's 10 years old in this one.) This is also my most ambitious fanfic yet. I have an Entire Homestuck Reference chapter, a Reddit chapter, and I plan to have several Discord chapters.

[thoughtsandbones]

Something familiar is in the air

Simon 'Ghost' RIley x F!MedicDoc

WARNINGS: Mention of death, war, angst, fluff, just getting the POV of our friendly neighbourhood masked menace.

Song inspo: Song of Life - Leftism

I grew up with the OG MW2 game, so there are some references to the old one, so kind of a mix of both the OG and the new timeline...

All rights reserved to the rightful owners of Call of Duty Modern Warfare.

(FYI: bold sentences... are like this... are supposed to describe redacted data/info to the plot... ;] .. )

Please do let me know how you all are finding this fanfic!c :D

MASTERLIST

PART 1 and PART 2

Part 3

~Ghost POV~

Price had told you about a new recruit coming up re-joining the 141. You think of the people still alive coming back to re-join the team.

Ghost got up from his chair in the office, walked over to the mirror. Checked himself. Making sure the mask was on right.

He moved back over to his desk and grabbed your file. It was practically useless. Majority of it was redacted. Training redacted. Name. Redacted. Year of birth though: 1991.

All you were able to gather was you were a sniper, a rookie and that you had one mission.

Ghost mentioned his suspicions about you to Johnny. Johnny said he was being paranoid..

He's assuming you started whilst he was either still in the SAS or just just with the task force. He was not sure... But he was going to find out one way or another.

Ghost made his way from his office and down the corridor to the stairs at the end. He began descending down the stairs until he reached the very bottom to reach a small boxy room.

RESTRICTED ACCESS was plastered bold in front of the single door that stood at the end of the room. He took out his key card from his inner jacket pocket and swipes the black pad. The light flickers from red to green and the door buzzes open.

Ghost walked through, walking up towards locked cabinets that had electronic keypads on them. They all lined the room.

Simon figured you had to be at least 18 to have started, born in 1991, so you had have been here between 2009 and 2010 at least.

He walked towards a cabinet numbered 011. He punches in the code and the lock clicks and the door is released. Pulling it towards him he grabs a box from the second shelf labelled 2009.

He pull out files stacked full of redacted pages. Plowing through them one by one. His tired eyes skimming the mass black lines. He moved onto another box after putting the one he had finished back.

You grunt every now and then. What was the point of keepin' these files if they're practically useless Ghost thought.

He was halfway through 2010's second box when he noticed a folder entitled Siberia.

The Captain

Ghost picks the file up cautiously. It's thin. You open it. Two sheets, double sided. Most of it blacked out.

He only heard briefly about this mission back then. All he was told that it went bad. The Captain led a small team to a remote Russian base in the mountains of Siberia.

They didn't make it back. The Captain executed.

You read over the two sheets. Only a few words visible: 2010. Two. Mountains. Captured and executed. MIA.

Seven words eh. Ghost thought, just seven words for a mission... That wouldn't happen today. Not with Shepherd now dust.

Placing the file back in the box and then back on the shelf. Ghost kneels down and brings forward a box labelled 'Personnel' on it.

He flips through the file and finds one with The Captain's name on it. He goes through the papers going through the list of soldiers The Captain had trained, just codenames and birth years, Ghost finds a match to 1991. Blue.

Blue... Ah. It began to click in his head. You were Blue.

Ghost packed the filed back. satisfied after his hunt, he knew who to expect now.

Making his way back upstairs, he received a call from Price. You had landed and were just about to arrive at base.

Ghost climbed back up the stairs and met up with Price and Soap to meet the new medic.

Price was going on about how used to work here years ago, you left and became a doctor. But now your licence is going to be revoked due to malpractice...

Ghost gave a concerned look at Price as they walked over to tarmac.

"She didn't kill anyone mate" Price exclaims once he noticed the concerned look on Ghost's eyes. "It's a whole misunderstanding" He adds and chuckles.

Soap looks up Ghost and then back to Price. He was just excited to have a new colleague.. A female colleague ;) Soap thought to himself smirking to himself.

This caught the attention of Ghost who looked back down at him. Ghost was unaware of the thought that crossed Soap's mind.

Ghost looked up and saw you ahead. Gazing up at the sky. Furrowed brows and lips that pursed to side.

You were in uniform. Green combat trousers, black jacket zipped up and the blue beret. Hair tucked in a bun at back of your skull.

Price yells your name and you look over, first at Price then at him and then to Soap.

Ghost had tried to envision your face from years ago when he was walking back up those stairs. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't, all he could think of was just an Indian person. To be honest he only guessed that cos of your name...

As you approach them, Ghost straightens up. He starts observing you straight away.

.....

The three of you reach Building 2, Soap opens the door and guides you in.

Ghost noticed your expressions on your face changed every so often. As though that face is showing the world that you are thinking, That you are taking everything in. Including him.

Every now and then, Ghost can feel you looking at him, he looks back and you just look away. Often times furrowing your brow further.

It's the mask Ghost says to himself.

Soap makes a joke about keeping you 'sweet' and nudges him pointing at you.

Ghost lets out a low grunt

Inside the building he notices you become more rigid. Tension looming across you. He sees your legs tremble slightly as you fumble with your pack retrieving a folder.

"Actually..." you start but then you trail off.

"Actually?"

"Nothing" you quip back. "Filled these out as requested by Captain Price" You added, holding out a piece of paper.

Ghost took the sheet, and quickly skimmed the form. More redacted data.

"Most of this is redacted" Ghost says those eyes still on the paper. "Like your file" he adds, hoping it would at least tease out a bit of information

But you stood there still... "Captain Price surely would've let you know why" You say curtly

Ghost looks briefly at Soap, then back at you.

"Was hopin' to get somethin' outa' you" Ghost said brightly whilst folding up the paper and placing in his back pocket.

He swiftly then picked up your pack and duffle bag, the least he could do. The look of worry flashed over your face.

Ghost looked at the woman in front of him. His eyes drifting from her beret, to those enigmatic brown eyes framed by thick black eyebrows that drew closer together the more he looked at you. Your nose round and squarish.. But your lips. They sure had a thought process of their own as they pursed and pouted. You tugged at the sleeve of your jacket.

He was teasing you and he didn't even say a word yet... :) Ghost smugly thought

A tinge of pink rising in your cheeks as you noticed him staring at you. You could see her eyes widen, as if she was saying 'back off'

Ghost relented and swung her pack and duffle over his shoulder.

Soap asked if he could carry your stuff.

"Nah, I got this Johnny" Ghost sighs and begins to head to the infirmary.

"Let's show her the infirmary" He added, walking off from you and Soap.

Once inside, Ghost observes you as you go straight to the window looking at the sunset. He could see a faint reflection in the window. You were in awe of something so simple like sunset. The way your lights just lit up watching the sun set.

Ghost walked over

"Best view on this side o' the buildin'" he says eyeing you still. You don't move or even flinch as he approaches and placed your pack and duffle down next to you gently.

"It really is something" You say in a chirpy manner.

As Ghost changed is focus from your reflection to the real you, he noticed how the sun's rays somehow just made your eyes... stunning. Not the brown colour he noted when he first inspected you. No. Your eyes had turned golden brown. Like honey.

Suddenly he felt a sharp yet soft 'ping' spread from his chest to his shoulders and down to his stomach which then fluttered..

Ghost readjusts himself. He looks at your again. Those eyes. Something has changed slightly within him.

Focus he told himself

"Johnny and I will get your room key" he finally says, looking away from you and back at Soap, who had taken his phone out and was trying to take a photo of the sunset..

"C'mon sergeant" he says walking past Soap and then stopping at the doorway.

He saw that Soap was trying to take a photo of you as you continue to watch the sunset.

Cheeky bastard Ghost thought

You turn to him and Soap, your face relaxed a bit, brows not furrowed anymore.

"Thank you Lieutenant Ghost and Sergeant Soap" You say.

Ghost continues to look at you, you smile weakly.

You must be tired he thought sympathetically

Soap comes to walk towards you

"Meet you at the Hole Lt, need to take a piss" Soap whispers as he leaves the infirmary

He grabs the doorknob and begins to close the door slowly.

Ghost returns his eyes to you, and yours to his. Both locked in. He sees you make your way towards him.

"Thanks again for carrying my stuff" you say, slightly softly, smiling weakly again.

You want me to leave he thinks as he watches your eye your hand on the doorknob. He felt something stir within him

Trying to suppress a smirk. He continues to slowly close the door.

"You are most welcome" he says, your weak smile becomes more forced

"Ruhari" he adds

Instantly your face changes from that weak soft smile to shocked as your lips form a small O. Your eyes widen.

He smiled. Something that just happened. This odd feeling just washed over his body. Across his face.

Ghost closes the door gently and walks away.

He didn't know what got into him the past few seconds. He felt a slight pleasure in teasing you just then. The smile. Your face. Your eyes. Golden brown.

.....

[theawkwardanglophile]

20 questions for fic writers

Thank you to the wonderful @thisnightissparkling089 for tagging me!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

I have 21, and older fics on FF. My goal is to get everything I've done on Ao3 soon.

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

51,556

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently The Rookie, but have previously written fics for The Big Bang Theory, Gilmore Girls, New Girl, and Single Parents.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

While I'm Alone and Blue as Can Be

And If You Have a Minute (Why Don't We Go)

Maybe I'm Crazy To Suppose

We Must Be Living In the Golden Age

Before I Knew It (I Became All About You)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes! I try to respond to all of them, but I know a few have probably slipped through the cracks.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I really don't have any! Yikes. I'm a sucker for happy or at least hopeful endings. Maybe the closest would be Who's Gonna Come Around When You Break? It's not exactly angsty, but it is on the sadder side.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Allll of them?? 😂 Here are a few on the fluffier side of endings:

Maybe I'm Crazy To Suppose

My Favorite Line Was "Can I Call You Sometime?"

The Opening Night Prolongation

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Thankfully no!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I don't. I just can't do it.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Never written one.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? 

No.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not yet, but I'd certainly be open to a collab!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Oof. I have a few in my top tier, but Chenford has probably been the most wonderful shipping experience I've ever had!

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

The thing is I absolutely want to finish all my fics! The most obvious answer is my Gilmore Girls multi-chapter A Tale in Prose of Fire since it hasn't been updated in *checks date* SIX years. But I know what I want to do with it, and I still plan to finish it. I also have an unpublished Single Parents fic I've been planning since 2020, and knowing literally only a handful of people would read it hasn't given me much motivation to work on it.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I LOVE writing dialogue, and I think it's what hopefully stands out in my fics. I've been told several times that my dialogue sounds just like the characters, which in fanfic, I can't think of a better compliment! So that's what I always strive for.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm not always the best at fully setting the scene, or getting into more minute details that can enhance the story. I also don't take enough risks in my writing, which isn't a big deal in writing a fluffy one-shot, but in some other pieces I've written over the years, I feel like the stakes could've been higher.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I haven't done it before, and probably the only language I'd feel even the slightest bit comfortable attempting would be Spanish. I'm nowhere near fluent, but know enough I could put some sentences together.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

My beloved Shamy from The Big Bang Theory. It's been 10 years since I wrote my first fanfic!

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

For my older ones, I love The Relationship Recalibration, especially a specific chapter that was a departure from anything I'd done before. I also love the previously mentioned A Tale In Prose of Fire even though it's still incomplete. And of more recent fics, I'm really proud of what I was able to put together in I Need Your Runway Lights To Burn For Me.

Tagging @sgtbradfords, @firstdegreefangirl, @americorys, @wanna-be-bold, and anyone else who would like to do this!

[iceman-kazansky]

It All Started with Some Cookies

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Requested by: anon

Request: Sam has a new neighbor and without a doubt she's really cute, if you ask Sam. But nevertheless he's his grumpy and moody self. She is what you call a sunshine. Always polite, even to the (super attractive) grump next door.

Pairings: Sam Swarek x f!reader

Warnings: Reader has Epilepsy, Readers service dogs' name is Lucy, Sam can be a grumpy asshole, Reader is hospitalized, blood, stress, swearing (probably)

A/n: First off, thank you for being so damn sweet Anon- you were so kind with your request 🥺 There was simply no way I could turn down these two requests (second is on its way soon, I promise) Second, I have realized I can take literal forever to write requests. I'm sorry this one took forever, but it was SUPER fun to write, and I hate how few Sam Swarek Fanfic there is (makes me wanna cry) and how few ppl know the show. Rookie Blue is probably my highest recommended show.

Taglist: None for Rookie Blue B)

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Sam lays on his couch, watching some TV show absent-mindedly. He was aware of someone moving in next door, but honestly paid little to no mind, afterall it was very common in the city to have new people moving in all around. And, quite frankly, he didn't feel like interacting with people today. Much rather preferring to lay there, sprawled out on his plush couch, hid away inside and away from the mid-afternoon heat.

A knock on his front door has him groaning, running a sweaty hand down his face in annoyance.

"Coming," He grumbles, slowly getting up from the couch and moving to the door when the mysterious person knocks a second time, a pang of irritation spiking his blood.

He pulls it open almost aggressively, coming face to face with a stunning woman.

The woman had soft features, with beautiful eyes that stared bashfully up at him, paired with a warm smile on her face.

He was awestruck, eyebrows quirked, mouth slightly parted in shock, all previous anger forgotten.

"Hi," you whisper quietly, voice silvery. Oh god, Sam thinks to himself, even your voice is beautiful, "I just moved in next door," you pause, jabbing your thumb in the direction of a large gray house, right next to Sam's, "As a 'hi I'm new here' gift I brought cookies, is that okay?"

Sam looks down to your arms, where you hold a delicate red tupperware container, brown chocolate chip cookies visible through the plastic sides.

"Are you allergic to anything? Oh my God," you whisper, half to yourself, half to him, "please say you aren't."

He is quick to reply, afraid you might take the cookies back, "No!" He is quick to try making his words seem less harsh and demanding, "I mean- no. No I'm not allergic to anything."

"Oh thank goodness," you breathe, handing Sam the cookies, "I'm y/n by the way."

"Sam." He greets, reaching out his hand and shaking yours.

"Well that's all, I've got to go unpack more now. Nice meeting you Sam." And with that, you turn, padding down Sams steps and back to your house, Sam watching you go.

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Things were well between you and Sam. For a bit.

In the midst of the day or night, sometimes he'd hear a dog barking from your house, but usually chose to ignore it. He wasn't about to go snap at you for having a dog that barked, it was natural, even more so after you made those delicious cookies. Even Sam would admit it to be selfish.

But today was different. Today, he was feeling a little more aggravated than usual. He'd picked up a night shift off one of his coworkers and knew if he wasn't able to get any sleep, this would be the worst night of his life, and it would take an excessive amount of coffee to power through.

So, with anger and an idea stuck in his head that he just couldn't see why it probably would've been the asshole-ish thing to do here, he marched right up to your doorway.

He was met with your confused face moments later, and he wasted no time making his point, "Can you try keeping your dog a but quieter, please? Thanks."

He doesn't realize it now, but he sounds like such an entitled, stuck-up jerk. His words are biting to you when he comes at you verbally like an angry hornet.

"Yeah, sorry about that. I'll try keeping her quiet." You smile at him regardless of how hurt you are by his scowl, how you believe you are in the wrong for Lucy's notice in your drastic behavior change.

And with that, Sam retreats back to his house, feeling accomplished with himself as he lays down and sleeps.

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It's late in the evening. Sam's harmful words plague your mind. They have nagged you ever since he spoke them a few hours ago.

Feeling hungry, you decide you should make yourself something to eat.

Standing from the couch, you make your way into the kitchen, feeling just a bit light headed but choosing to ignore it.

You reach up into the cupboards, deciding you are going to have a bowl of cereal, when that's the feeling becomes surreal.

Your head feels fuzzy, and you grip onto the counter firmly, trying to get over the wave of sickness that washes over you.

Your dog who followed you from the living room, barks at you from the side, and deep down you feel like this is going to be exceptionally bad.

At that moment, your knees fail, and the next thing you know, everything goes black.

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Sam runs his hand down his exhausted face, groaning as he pulls into his driveway and parks his car.

Regardless of how many hours of sleep Sam got, he doesn't think he'd have been prepared for that much of a boring and exhausting shift. Sure, he's done them before, but he usually tends to stay away from those types of things. He hates night shifts, so he wonders why he even bothered taking it in the first place.

He trudges up his steps, yawning while he fumbles with his keys, unlocking the door.

He swears he can hear your dog, barking relentlessly, but he's too tired to care.

Just as he opens the door, he hears whining behind him and spins around.

There, on his porch, is your dog, who stares at him desperately.

"What-?" He asks the dog, to which she whines and paws at his leg. As if she was trying to tell him something.

Groaning and more than reluctant, he follows what he has presumed to be your dog as she leads him across your lawn and up your stairs, pawing at the door.

Upon opening the door, he calls out to you, "Y/n?"

Not hearing an answer he ventures further into your house, something in his stomach telling him something has happened.

As he enters the kitchen, he finds you. You're sprawled out, face down on the tile flooring, a small pile of what appears to be blood pools on the floor.

Immediately, he whips out his phone and dials 911, crouching down by your side, from where he crouches, he can see a large gash stretching across your forehead, red blood spilling out across your tiled floor.

The paramedics are there within minutes, and load you onto a stretcher, offering to give him a ride with you to the hospital, to which he obliges.

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When you wake up, there is an annoying, constant beeping noise, and the room smells funny. The scent invading your nostrils and making them tingle, as if they were being scorched by the rancid fumes.

Lifting your head slightly, you are all but blinded by the white lights set too much too bright for comfort.

At that moment, a nurse enters. Upon seeing you she smiles widely, "I see you're awake! Your boyfriend will be delighted!"

Wait, you are confused, you don't have a boyfriend, "Boyfriend?" You ask, confusion clouding your uncertain words.

"Yes, he was here not that long ago. I'm sure he'll be back soon and will be more than delighted to see you've finally come to." She smiles, not understanding your point of you don't have a boyfriend.

The kind nurse promptly exits the room after that, seeing as she finished her tests, and you're left in silence.

Your mind is cloudy, and everything seems confusing. Who was this 'boyfriend' of yours? Why did they lie? Why were they here with you?

The more you thought, the more confused and suspicious you got. It all didn't make sense. You could not think of a single soul who would pose as your boyfriend. All your relatives lived miles away, and if they did come they would've just said they were relatives. There was no need for them to say they were your boyfriend.

While you were lost in thought, the door opened, causing you to swivel your head in its direction as it squeaked open.

There, with a coffee and some flowers, stood your neighbor. He smiled lightly at you, something you'd never actually seen on his more-than-not scowling face.

It seemed as if all trains of thought came to a screeching halt in your head, you just stared blankly, unblinking at the man you never thought you'd see waiting for you in the hospital.

"Hi," He said after a heartbeat of awkward, confused silence, stepping into the room and closing the door, "glad to see you're okay."

You aren't really listening as he talks, more trying to sort out the jumble of thoughts and questions destroying your brain right now, "Why?"

He stops mid ramble, face twisting into puzzlement, "Why what?"

"Why'd you say you were my boyfriend?"

"They wouldn't let me in, relatives only." He shrugs, as if it's no big deal. But he's hiding something. You can see it in the way he looks away. As if he was too embarrassed to admit.

"That still doesn't give me an answer," you pause, still lost at his vague reasoning, "Why did you lie to stay? I would've been fine on my own."

He seems to stop, thinking over his words carefully, before answering, "Because I care about you."

You blink. Once. Twice. Three times. Confused and speechless. You just can’t believe it. Moments pass before you answer, “What?”

Not missing the way regret crosses his beautiful features, his eyes widening as if he has just truly thought about the weight of his actions. “I uh-” he awkwardly reaches back behind his head and scratches the nape of his neck, “I care a lot about you. And I know, it’s weird, we barely know each other, but I know I’ve cared since you dropped off those damn good cookies.”

Chuckling softly, a smile crossing your face, “I care about you too, Sam.”

Relief flares across his features, and he smiles back at you warmly.

Little did they know, you and Sam would grow a lot closer over the following weeks and months. A friendship shared between two unlikely people, two polar opposites, A ray of sunshine and a thundercloud of emotion intermingling. Her charming, outgoing personality warming his seemingly ever-cold heart. And his sassy and pessimistic self kept her on her toes.

[idkjupiterdraws]

The recoms: Warren

This if the first fanfic I ever wrote and published. This is for @dyingofcookies cause I can tell that they have been searching the deepest pit of tumblr for some recom Warren x Reader

Warren stealing ur snacks and thinking you wouldn’t notice. This is fluff.

Ft: my oc

You sat on your bed in the middle of the night scrolling through the old videos you took with the unit when you were human. You missed your old self. In one of the videos you were watching was when Rio had joined and had already managed to become lyles replacement. You laughed at the video.

“WAIT SO THE ROOKIE CAN DO A BETTER JOB THAN ME?” Lyle yelled in disbelief

“Uh what do you think?” Trudy said tilting their sunglasses a little to glance at him. Rio chuckled in the background as you recorded the small argument between them.

“OK ROOKIE I CHALLENGE YOU!” Lyle said pointing at Rio behind you. You turned the camera towards Rio and laughed at their reaction to him saying that.

“umm I think I hear Johnny boy calling me…yeah uh bye!” And just like that Rio ran out the room. It didn’t take long for Lyle to chase after them and Trudy following behind them.

“AYE AYE COME BACK!” You laughed at the last words Trudy said before chasing after the duo.

It was nice to relive a memory. You honestly thought you lost Rio forever until they were in a avatar different from yours. They still had the same personality and everything. But then again they were still a rookie to the rest of the squad.

You felt your stomach grumble. You just groaned in annoyance. This happened every time and every time you went to go get one of your snacks it would be missing. It didn’t matter what it was it would always be eaten by someone or something. So you decided to take matters into your own hands and catch who was taking your snacks and eating them. You quitely got out of bed and snuck into the living room area. You heard rummaging in the kitchen so you decided to hide behind the counter to catch the culprit red handed or blue handed.

You slightly peeked over the counter and saw that it was no other than Warren. You stood up from behind the counter and crossed your arms as you did a slight cough to catch his attention. And it did. He froze and looked you way with a scared expression. It was like he was more scared of you than quaritch himself. All you could see was his yellow eyes and the glowing dots on his body.

“Now….I Can explain.” Warren Said as He put his hands up in surrender. You rolled your eyes and looked at the box of little bites he opened with YOUR name on them.

“Explain how all this time you have been taking my damn snacks and eating my little bites?” You said as you snatched the bag from his grasp.

“Ok well I can’t explain that but I didn’t know ok!” He whisper yelled. You sighed. You couldn’t be mad at him forever. He was just too cute. So you just gave in to him stealing and taking all your snacks.

“You need to stop stealing my snacks but then again I do the same thing to you.” You said as you walked away.

“I’m sorry what?” Warren asked confused. It’s true you have been taking his snacks from time to time. Sometimes you would like it and sometimes you wouldn’t. Warren grabbed your shoulder and turned you around to face him.

“You thought I was gonna let that slide honey? Yeah no.” Warren said as he kissed you on the lips softly before pulling away from you and walking back to his room with your little bites in hand. You didn’t even notice he took them from your hands after that little session. You ended up going to bed hugging your pillow trying to process what happened.

[grucylover]

A scene from my fanfic I’m writing. hope I’m getting it ‘right’ lol it’s from DM2 Gru and Lucy getting engaged, there’s a whole more that goes on but yeah lol spoiler!!!!! I have no idea what I’m doing, I’m not a writer or anything so it’s not great but yeah… lol 🤷🏻‍♀️……

Margo, Edith and Agnes were helping Gru get ready in their bedroom. The black suit and tie he was wearing fitted him rather well over his teddy bear framed torso. Tonight wasn't just any old night, or even one of Gru and Lucy's many typical dates, it was there 147th date to be exact, there special number, Gru remembered.

'No one really knew why it was there special number, but it just was, maybe one day we will find out'.

"There..now it looks perfect," Margo said finishing up straightening Grus blue bow tie. ''And oh, do you have the ring?'' She asked him beaming.

Though Gru could feel the weight of the box in his right pocket of his suit, he still checked for the thousandth time, it was of course, still there. He was just simply, nervous AF and he's brain was going at one thousands miles a second.

Gru - "Check".

Edith - ''The flowers?''

Gru - "Check, check''.

Agnus - ''The candy?".

Gru - "Check, check, check!".

Gru then picked up the the pink heart shaped box of chocolates from the girls desk he had brought for Lucy, somehow the box felt lighter. He had a peak inside and frowned.

'"Oh I accidentally ate one or two..or maybe it was three or four, five....", Agnes said so innocently now counting her fingers.

"Blurgh, seriously Agnes", Gru said rolling his eyes but smirking to himself and placed them back down on there desk. Luckily, he seen the funny side of it and he couldn't be mad with his sweet little Agnes, especially with her puppy dog eyes. He hoped that Lucy would understand why some of her heart-shaped chocolates were missing as there was nothing he could do about it now. Kids will be kids and all.

Gru glanced at himself in the girls dressing table mirror and took a deep breath, 'this was it big guy, no turning back now'.

This was the night when it would all begin, well hopefully. Gru was going to ask his partner in crime, his girlfriend, the love of his life, the rookie agent herself that is Lucy Wilde, to marry him, at the place they did their very first mission, Paradise Mall. He had something quite 'spectacular' planned aswell. Well, he hoped Lucy would think it was something quite 'spectacular' anyway.

Gru and the girls had been organising this special moment for the past few months now. Ever since the day he told them he thought about marrying Lucy and got there blessings, the girls couldn't wait to get stuck in and come up with all sorts of ideas. They really loved her, she was like a real mum to them and that's all they ever really wanted. A mother figure to complete their family and missing puzzle piece, especially Agnes.

Gru was scared, like really petrified. They had been 'dating' for just over shy of two years now and had passed many milestones in their relationship such as, the first date, insecurity's, intimacy, asking Lucy to be his girlfriend and to move in with him, but nothing came quite as close and committed as this, asking her to be his wife, to spend the rest of there lives together in his 'mad house' as he called it.

'What if she said no. Ugh!'. The thought was nearly unbearable to him right now.

"You guys think I really shud be doin' dis?...what if I make a nut job of myself and she says no?".

"We have been over this so many times Gru, it will all be fine and she will say yes, we just know it". Margo said rolling her eyes but reassuring the middle aged man.

Agnes - " You lover her, you love her, you really, really love her and I want to be a flower girl".

Edith - "Eeeewww gross".

Gru also rolled his eyes at his daughter's wild fantasies, I mean, she still could say 'no'. Why would she want to marry this 'bold', 'ugly' guy with the weird nose, he insecurely thought.

"The suit and tie?, do I look guud or.....too formal?". He turned to the girls but then turned back to the mirror, now straightening up his suit jacket once more as an argument took place in his head over it.

"Yesssss, It will show Lucy that you're really serious about all of this, like we have been over. You look great Dad". Margo persisted.

'Dad', it was always serious when they called him that.

.........................................

"Now gorls, it's time for bed, remember what we said, don't be waiting up for me to geet home and be good for da minions, I will see yu in da morning and tell yu all about it ok..". Gru said to the trio.

Margo, Edith and Agnes climbed into their bomb beds and chatted amongst themselves on what the possible outcome could be for Gru and Lucy tonight. Will she say yes or would she say no. That was the million dollar question on everybody's lips.

He tucked the girls up individually and kissed them all goodnight.

Edith - "Go get her Gru...".

"We'll be here Gru, waiting for you *yawn* - in the morning....". Agnes sleepily said whilst yawning and clutching her fluffy unicorn. Kyle (the dog?) was at the end of her bed rolling his eyes at the whole situation.

Margo was always the last one to be tucked in, so when it came to her turn she instantly threw her arms around her Father and placed a big kiss on his cheek.

"Good luck tonight Gru, we know you can do it...". He always loved the girls affection.

"We love you....Dad", the girls chorused. There was that magical word again, oh how his heart rendered. It must be his lucky night tonight if he got called "Dad", twice already.

"Goodnight my gorls, I love yu..". Gru said picking up the chocolates from there desk and took a few seconds to look on lovingly at his daughters, 'man, he loved them so much'. They had brought so much purpose and worth to his life, he would forever be thankful and he just couldn't imagine his life without them now, they were his.

He then switched out there bedroom light, shut there door behind him and made his way downstairs to let the Minions know the house rules so he could head out.

''Kevin Jerry, time for yu to watch de gorls, they are in bed, yu know de drill...".

"aaalllooommoooo", the two minions replied back to there boss. Atleast Gru knew what it meant, it sounded agreeing anyway….

[greentrickster]

Hiya! Came to the blog for the prince and villain, stayed for the saturation fiction that I'm not a fandom member of? Who ARE they I need to know I wanna be in the fandom

Hi, welcome, thank-you! Saturation is a fanfic for Ace Attorney, as series of visual-novel style murder mystery games that are as hardcore as they are funny and follow the antics of Phoenix Wright as he goes from rookie lawyer to courtroom legend! It's a great series with a good fandom.

HOWEVER! I myself tripped into this fandom back in 2019 and a month later began the story that is Saturation! I've been writing and publishing it pretty much continuously ever since. It's turning four this August. I'm going to have to sign it up for preschool next year.

Be welcome, but be warned! 8I

(Seriously, it's a fun fandom, and I've had a surprising number of readers (ie any) who've told me they started reading Saturation with no prior Ace Attorney knowledge or experience and managed to follow along pretty well in spite of this. Just to be clear on your options. ;) )

Edit: Oh, also? These games have some of the most overt homoerotic tension between the male lead and his rival that I have ever seen in any piece of media claiming to be straight. Like... it's overt to the point that my friend Blue, who stays very close to the shores of canon when shipping and watched Promare with me and wasn't sold on Lio/Galo being in the subtext until I pointed some stuff out to him, looked me in the eye and went "Yeah, no, it's absolutely not a case of shipping goggles." And Nintedo freaking magazine agrees, because these idiots made a top 25 couples list at one point!

Always knew 16 was my lucky number for a reason. :3

Thanks for the ask!

[banamine-bananime]

the werewolf game ever. of all time: day one

Start reading here!

Church’s player tries and fails to get FIRST (amazingly in-character cringefail narcissistic boyfailure moment, I’m so proud of her). In an act of uncharacteristic magnanimity and faith in someone else to make any decisions, Church also immediately snapvotes that rookie Caboose for blue team captain. How sweet! I’m sure this will set the stage for a completely bloodless and totally-fucking-hinged friendship between them 🥰

Tucker just wants One Fucking Normal Game

Sheila’s trying to kill Sarge (love the spirit but this is not a PvP-enabled day, girlboss) and also campaigning for herself straight out the gate.

The idea of Sheila’s player potentially deciding resolution of vote ties apparently triggers an instinctive, subconscious-canon-trauma-memories fear in Tucker’s player of Sheila having power over who lives and who dies

Fortunately (?) for blue team, Sheila’s just here to fuck around, have a good time, and get sloshed on whiteclaws (presumably poured down her fuel port by Caboose and Lopez?)

meanwhile, Church, in his role PM:

Wyoming and Church start beefing when Wyoming taunts Church for the failed FIRST. Simmons gets snide about how HE was the first RED (which I guess is what matters, anyways, because suck it blue).

I love this message from Tucker’s player bc “I think you haven’t experienced a handful of events that have drained my benevolence and replaced the void with salt 🤣” really encapsulates s7 and s11 Tucker imo. The emoji makes it.

Church isn’t scared of wolf!Caboose, fuck off 🙄😤 (hasn’t yet occurred to Church to be afraid of a Caboose on the same team. Ah, still so naive…):

Tucker: oh okay so Caboose gets away with fucking anything around here 🙄🙄🙄🙄 whatever Church (events referenced are a previous, non-RvB game that was also really really good):

Church @ Tucker:

O’Malley crashes into thread with several biting one-sentence potshots at anyone and everyone to start shit and disappears again. This is the beginning of a pattern for O’Malley.

Sarge and O’Malley have some shit to say about Sheila but she’s just been having the time of her life getting wine drunk and shitposting. The plotline canon Sheila deserved.

She's also got a plan! Sheila's role PM (private message):

Our favourite tank enjoying and taking advantage of being invulnerable to night kills :)

People get into an argument over game mechanics, ft. Church’s player very confidently misreading the rules. Wyoming memes about it:

A lot of squabbling over mechanics and voting strategy ensues. Also a lot of self-votes for captaincy.

Church really really wants everyone to shut the fuck up about “what if we need to coordinate votes with the opposite team to make sure someone on our own team gets voted out instead of someone on the opposite team our team would otherwise all vote for?” because OBVIOUSLY votes are never going to get concentrated on one person like that:

I’m sure these will never become famously ironic last words!

One of the other mods… gets bored and starts writing very grammatically-questionable fanfic in the middle of the thread for no game-related reason? Far from the most egregious shitposting we did that game so I can’t criticize.

Sarge is sarging:

O’Malley starts mercilessly dunking on Church:

Simmons helps:

Sarge’s player is, like, a 50 year old dad old-BGC-RvB fan and he was so funny and so perfect in the role. We love him.

I got to start threatening players 🥰

And finally:

Next: night 1

[silverskull]

What made you start writing fanfic?

MS QUESERAONE

These asks do not always appear on my phone, and it sometimes takes me loading coal into the engine of my laptop and then navigating to tumblr dot com to find them...

I started writing (terrible) fic as a teenager back in my Stargate SG-1 days, because I fell in love with Sam and Jack, and had only recently discovered that you were allowed to imagine scenarios in your head and not just say your prayers when you went to bed at night. (I also had a brief Pokemon phase, but I’m not gonna even bold that one.) That fic all disappeared in a Blue Screen of Death home PC crash back in the day, and I gave up on investing effort into digital files until I had a more reliable backup plan. Despite that, I recently discovered (and discarded, with love) pages of A4 notes I wrote in secondary school that were actually just Harry/Hermione or Sam/Jack fic starters. Love the dedication - in fountain pen, no less! - from teenage me!

After college, cue LiveJournal! And Fringe! And community fic prompts! I loved it so much. I definitely wrote 3 solid fics for Peter and Olivia back then, but I was very at sea in real life, and I didn't keep it up. I uploaded them to AO3 in recent years, and I’m glad they’ve been saved for posterity. That show was very important to me too.

After LiveJournal died/sold out to the Russians, I gave up once again, and didn't even really read fic in any of my following fandoms. But then came The Pandemic, and Lockdowns, and lots and lots of time to rewatch my favourite shows, and my brain decided to fixate on The Rookie and Lucy and Tim. I am not sorry. I was struck with the disease and forced to stay at home and go on my little mental health 2.5km walk loops, and my mind started to suggest that I could write fic again. That I'd done it before. That the brain pictures could meld into a story, and that fic archiving (with the advent of AO3) was a lot more reliable.

So, a few lockdowns later, along came "In the Hole Together", a spec-fic for 422 that was founded on fan-detectivery and paracetamol. And when people actually got interested, I thought this was something I might be able to do.

AND THEN THERE WAS ACTUAL 422.

And "Roots Won't Keep Me Warm" was born.

I've never ever written something so long, so detailed and so intense, and it became a personal challenge as much as a dedication to the readers that were following along. The only two rules I've set for myself since then are 1) Don't try to use song lyrics as titles anymore, Sil, and 2) Always finish a multi-chap.

The way my brain operates, I can only work on one fic at a time, so I never have written WIPs hanging around (though I have many, many head-plots, and some of them are even stored as bullet points in a google doc...). I hope that the one thing I will always do is finish out a fic to its conclusion, as it is absolutely an undertaking I most appreciate in the authors I love.

I had some extra time this (northern) summer (personal reasons) to devote to ChenfordWeek and finish my second Big Long Fic ("Shadows of Deception"), but it hasn't been sustainable since then, and it makes me very, very sad. I have been so harassed and harangued with real life, that I could barely even Do Imaginations for Chenford, and - to be frank - that has been critically depressing. It always has for me, since the days of SG-1.

I love writing fic, and I hope never to turn it into a job rather than a hobby, because that has never worked out well for me in the past. That said, I have you, Ms @queseraone, to thank for getting me to sit down and face the music this Christmas/Winter/Holiday season, and actually write some new Chenford content. And it is h a r d. It is hard to do the thinking and the linking and the typing. It is hard to find the time and the will and the motivation. It is hard to have a plan and then another plan and then discard it all when you actually sit down to type. But I am really happy to be doing it. I really am. 

And I can’t wait for @chenfordsecretsanta to arrive, and to share in the joy of a whole batch of new fics in our little fandom! To have something to look forward to that is closer than February 20th. To have someone believe in me enough to persist in prodding and poking me into committing to this challenge.

So thank you. Thank you, and I love you, and I appreciate you.

💖

[the-sky-queen]

I thought I'd post the one scene I have that has Blake in it. :)

Quick context first: This is from my series of fanfics that features Nexus' story. (I haven't posted it yet, because it needs rewriting, but I hope to post it someday.) So this scene isn't from Blake's POV, it's from Shade's. And Shade is coming in right smack dab in the middle of a conflict he has no context for and is very confused. So yeah. Enjoy!

(Ignore any clunkiness please. I wrote this over a year ago. Oh yeah, and by the way, Blake lives in a universe where Shadow runs a big hero agency. Sonic is a part of it and he's a rookie.)

As I’m passing by a jewelry store, it suddenly explodes. I’m thrown onto the street roughly and flaming debris rains down around me.

In a panic, I run a diagnostics check. No major external damage. I’m a little singed, but my built-in shields protected me from the worst of the potential damage. All my internal computers and motors seem to be functioning properly as well.

I hear a low, sinister laughing coming from the flaming shop. I look up.

A red porcupine with flaming spines comes walking out of the fire. He holds a green jewel up to the air with his robotic left arm. He’s got a dangerous look in his yellow eyes.

“Ah,” he sighs. “Yes . . . A Chaos Emerald in my possession at last. And the so called heroes are none the wiser!” He laughs again.

He hasn’t noticed me yet? I scramble away and hide next to a lamp post. I get out of there just in time too. There’s a flash of green, and suddenly, someone’s standing in front of the porcupine!

Wait . . . is that him?!

“Cockiness has caused your downfall many times, Blake,” the black hedgehog says, arms folded. “You really should learn from your mistakes.”

Blake snickers. “So you did notice me, huh Shadow?”

“We’ve been monitoring this place ever since we hid that Chaos Emerald here,” Shadow retorts. “We ‘noticed’ you the moment you entered town.”

“In any case, you’re not the hero I hoped to attract,” Blake shrugs. His voice suddenly changes from arrogant to threatening. “Where’s Sonic?”

Sonic? Isn’t that what everyone was calling Nexus back at the cafe? Wait . . . I’ve heard that name somewhere before. But where?

“Right here, Cactus Breath!” A glowing blue ball of spikes comes streaking towards Blake, hitting him and knocking him to the ground. The force seems to knock the porcupine out. “You’ve seriously gotta work on your defense, dude.”

The ball uncurls, revealing . . . what?! This guy . . . Sonic . . . he looks exactly like Nexus!

Shadow walks over to him. “Glad you got here in time. Good work, agent.”

Sonic laughs. “I’m the fastest thing alive! Of course I got here in-! Uh, I mean, thank you, sir!” He salutes with almost giddy excitement.

Shadow nods and looks at Blake. “Don’t know how he managed to escape again. Let’s get him into custody before the town starts making a fuss. And call Blaze so she can put out this fire before it spreads too much. I’ll get the emerald.”

“Yes, sir,” Sonic nods.

I’m so confused. What’s going on? I need to go tell Aurora and Nexus about this. I need to get out of here!

I’ve barely taken one step before there’s another explosion. I whirl around. Blake is floating in the air in a pillar of wild fire. Sonic and Shadow are staring up at him, prepared to fight.

“You didn’t let me finish! How rude!” Blake says. “I have a score to settle with you, Sonic. Your sweet little hometown will be the first to pay!”

“You jerk!” Sonic yells. “Leave them out of this!”

Blake raises the Chaos Emerald to the sky and begins to quote something. “ ‘He shall come with death. He shall rain fire from the sky. For only when all is ashes can the world be rebuilt anew!’ So it shall be, Sonic! Once you’re out of my way, I’ll rule the world!”

By now, people have started coming out of their houses to see what’s going on. They talk in amazed murmurs. Why don’t they seem concerned about Blake?

“In your dreams, Sparky!” Sonic yells. All at once, Blake and Sonic start fighting in a blur of red and blue and flames and speed.

Shadow runs over to the gathering crowd. “Start evacuating the town. This might get out of hand.”

I pull on the hood of my hoodie to hide my face. I don’t want Shadow to see who I am if he looks my way. That might cause some problems.

I know I should really go, but seeing Shadow for the first time is kinda amazing! He’s keeping everyone calm and he seems to be a great leader. It’s no wonder that-

“You should leave too, boy,” Shadow says, noticing me. I jump slightly in surprise. “It’s not safe here. Go find your family and get out of town.”

“O-Okay!” I nod. I get up and follow the crowd as they start emptying out of the town.

I glance back one more time and see Shadow join the fight as Blake pins Sonic to a wall by the neck. I grimace. I hope they’ll be okay.

[jannlitos]

Hey Maryna!

I’m Rach, a fellow tennis fan and janlitos/sincaraz enjoyer and I’m sliding into your asks to see if you’d be up to beta-read some RuRu writing… I know this probably comes out of the blue but I’ve been reading your blog for a while and I absolutely love your vibes!

I’m mainly looking for a general grammar check (I’m not a native English speaker and could use the help since I haven’t written in English in a while), but some brainstorming about the plot (it’s still a wip) and potential changes would also be gladly appreciated.

Let me know when you receive this. I’m open to talk about the story in depth and giving you more info 🥰

Hi Rach!!!! Thank you for the question 🥰

Sorry for responding the question a bit late but I was at the uni 😅

Well… I’m most a janlitos/sincaraz fan so I read more fanfics of them. However, I’m also more and more into the ruru ship and I've read some fanfics about them, mainly on AO3.

To begin with, I am not a person who knows how to write stories, fanfics or the like; I'm more the person who reads them. Likewise, right now, I'm very interested in reading books or fanfics (in this case, tennis fanfics or some football fanfics).

Regarding the brainstorming for a new ruru fanfic, I've been thinking about some ideas that I wish other writers could write about. One of those ideas is to write a enemies to lovers about the development of their relationship since the incident at Roland Garros and now in 2024 (like in the UTS in Oslo or in Acapulco) they get along wonderfully. Also, I can send you some videos and photos of them smiling to each other, getting along well or hugging for some inspiration.

Another of the ideas I have had about them is from several Thai bls series that I have seen and that have that enemies to lovers dynamic; and that maybe I am falling a lot into that dynamic for the ruru relationship. For example, one of those series is the first one I saw called TharnType The Series and I don't know why, it reminds me of them and has that enemies to lovers dynamic. This happens because the plot of the series is somewhat similar to their relationship (Type is a tall and handsome rookie. Although he is a warm boy, he is homophobic because of things in the past. His life is turned upside down when the new year of college brings a very interesting person in his life, a gay roommate, Tharn. Tharn, is a very handsome music student with light skin and mixed features. He is also openly gay. With a gay boy and a boy who hates gays , who have to share a small space for the rest of the year). Therefore, based on the plot of that series I think you could get a very interesting fic, plus there are moments where several plot twists occur.

These are the ideas that come to mind at the moment, I hope it hasn't been too heavy and I hope it helps you write something. I may come up with more ideas in the near future about ruru fanfics. I also have many or even too many ideas for janlitos/sincaraz fanfics. If you are interested in it too, I can tell you some 🫡

Thankssss Rach!!! ❤️❤️