#twenty one pilots contest

[sosclancy]

And the BIG WINNER of the TØP Song Contest is:

HOLDING ON TO YOU

Truly a favorite of many, a timeless song that carries with it various meanings and an incredible history. HOTY has inspired so many of us, but it also constantly gives us strength and courage, a honestly deserved win!

Running these polls was so much fun, so I obviously wrote down all the numbers! Let’s all have a look at at the few oddities that I found:

Even though HOTY on the battle, it lost the war:

Redecorate received the most votes overall with 179 VOTES spanning all of the polls, in contrast with the 168 Votes HOTY received. Redecorate also received ~40,74% more votes than the other most voted songs on the Scaled and Icy poll!

But not all songs are equal, and one in particular didn’t do very well:

Saturday received an astounding 0 VOTES, being the least voted song on all the polls!

The Run and Go, Goner, and Doubt also performed badly, receiving 1 vote each.

And that’s it! Thank you to everyone who participated, reblogged and commented on the polls! This is was very very fun!

If you're interested, you can see the full results here! (Best viewed on desktop!)

[warmglowofsurvival]

“just found this humiliating video from 2015 when i won a radio contest and spent a few hours with tyler and josh and tried secretly recording 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭”

[triplefool]

"Ramparts", a poem and collage artwork by me.

Thanks if you read it!

[cliqueinmyear]

y’know what? i’m just gonna say it

us fans wouldn’t survive a day as international fans.

[wannabcool-blr]

https://contests.creativeallies.com/twenty-one-pilots/

Check this out clikkies! It’s another art contest! Wont let me attach the link normally (sorry about that)

[shownohajimarida]

Magic Kaito: The Phantom Thief Reborn now Remastered!

[Read: The Phantom Thief Reborn (蘇る怪盗), Remastered Edition!]

1987.

On this day, May 27, history was made. In California the Golden Gate Bridge turned fifty, having survived enough paraders to sink an aircraft carrier. In Vienna, Portugal smashed the Germans for the European Cup—its first in twenty-five years. Along the Baltic a crazy little pilot was completing a course that would shake the Soviet Bloc 'til nothing was left, 

And all through Japan, Shogakukan was hawking its latest product: Weekly Shonen Sunday, Vol. 29, Issue 26. Latest—and perhaps greatest. The lineup spoke for itself: Osamu Ishiwata's B.B.! Mitsuru Adachi's Rough! Action! Intrigue! Bikers! Baseball! Robots! War! A girlfriend or two, even!

Oh, and some hick from Tottori started something called Magic Kaito.

"Keh heh heh," the old hands must've chuckled as they dragged their Marlboros. "Kid wins one contest and thinks he's an artist. How long d'ya say he lasts? Three months? Two?"

It's 2023 now, and Mr. Kuroba's still laying flowers on all their graves.

What's there left to say about this Thief of Thieves, this Moonlight Magician who continues to thrill, tease, and tempt us so? Five volumes of manga, a nub of screentime every three or four years... and he might well claim more fans—or at least fanworks—than anyone else in the Conan machine. Not excepting the little Meitantei himself.

Today, we celebrate him in the grand tradition of overambitious weebs: with a reissue of his original adventures, every panel and page retranslated and redone in HD (whatever the hell the manga equivalent of that is). Starting here, with his secret origin—and following Sunday's original publication run right to the end! Or 'til Shogakukan C&D's us all into oblivion.

In any case, we hope you'll be joining us on joyride. Whether you fell in love with him since that very first Thai-to-Eng scanlation, or you learned "Hey, the hat guy from Conan has his own series?!" just yesterday, there's something here for everyone.

Now, as a wise man once said: Show no hajimarida!

[Read: The Phantom Thief Reborn (蘇る怪盗), Remastered Edition!]

[simpforrooster]

game on. 

Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell x F!Reader; slight Hangman x F!reader

Pete finds himself competing with Hangman, but it's not about who is the better pilot.

t/w: mention of an age gap, cursing, alcohol, betting.

a/n: literally posting this seconds before my students come into the classroom xD I had this idea during my planning period yesterday and couldn't stop thinking about it until I finished it!

Maverick’s temper bubbled in the deep pit of his stomach watching you laugh at something Hangman told you. You made it worse by grabbing Hangman’s bicep to hold yourself steady. A few drinks in, and Maverick knew you were feeling them. Hangman catches his eye and winks. 

Game on. 

It was no secret that you’d captured Maverick and Hangman’s attention, almost simultaneously. The day you wandered into the Hard Deck, the same expression covered both men's faces. Phoenix rolled her eyes at the men practically undressing you with their eyes. Maverick felt slight shame for being caught so openly checking out a lady, but he couldn’t help it. Not with you. 

You decided to play dirty tonight. Forgoing your usual t-shirt and jean shorts for a sweet little sundress. Although, sweet may not be the right word. You feigned innocence around the men, but you knew what you were doing. 

Not being able to take much more of Hangman shooting his shot, Maverick orders your favorite drink after noticing yours was empty. Mav saunters over to where you and Hangman stood. You notice him immediately. 

“Maaaaaavvvvv,” you called out, giving him the biggest grin you’ve ever seen. There is nothing better than the way you smile at him. Maverick returns your smile and hands you the drink. 

Your eyes grow at the gesture. “Mavvvvv,” you draw his name out again. “Thank you!” Raising yourself onto your tiptoes, you place a fast kiss on his cheek. His cheek lights up like a firework, and goosebumps appear along his arms. 

If that’s how he reacted to a cheek kiss…he couldn’t imagine how he’d react with more. At least not in public. 

Anger forms all over Hangman’s face. While you were preoccupied with trying to get the strawberry out your drink, Maverick gave Hangman a little wink. 

Checkmate. 

The blonde aviator was not going to take the challenge lightly. You stand between the men, completely oblivious to the staring contest happening between the two of them. 

~

Rooster and Bob are watching the showdown from the piano. Rooster just finished playing a nice rendition of an Ed Sheeran song when he noticed the two men. 

“Who do you think is going to win her over?” Rooster asks Bob. The entire team was well aware how Mav and Hangman felt about you. You were the only one who couldn’t see it. 

Bob peers over to the love triangle that could rival Twilight. “Hard to say. She always seems to gravitate more to Mav than Hangman.”

Rooster takes in his Godfather, seeing what Bob saw. Maverick leaned against the table with this effortless swagger. Swagger that you seemed into. There was no denying you found both men attractive, you always stood closer to the brunette than the blonde. Hangman was aware of this. 

Rooster couldn’t lie. At first, the idea of his father figure pining after a woman his age kind of worried him. But once he saw how truly in Maverick was, and what an actual angel you were, he found himself rooting for it. 

“Yeah. I think Mav’s got this.” 

“$25 says Hangman bags her, pun intended,” Coyote says, joining in on the conversation. 

“I’m not betting on their love life,” Bob chides. Bob zeros in on the situation a little harder. “Actually, you’re on.” 

Rooster shakes his head, then adds onto Bob’s bet Maverick wins the girl. 

~ 

Jake’s annoyance has hit the fucking ceiling with his captain. It didn’t help that you seemed to be putty in Mav’s hand. Ever since he joined the two of you, you’ve only had eyes for the older aviator. 

Jake’s never been one to worry with age gaps in relationships. However, when the other guy was twenty plus years older, it seemed like a no brainer you’d choose Jake. 

That doesn’t seem to be the case as Jake watches you pull toward Maverick. Naturally, over the course of the conversation, you’ve become more engrossed with Maverick. Jake couldn’t ignore the effortless way the two of you interacted with each other. You seem

to hang on to everything he tells you, like it’s a secret code you’ll need for later.  

Jake can’t say the same about himself. He always has your attention for about 7 minutes, and then your attention is elsewhere. Looking for something around the bar. 

Or someone.  

Like Maverick. 

~ 

All you wanted was for Hangman to go rope one of the guys into a game of darts, leaving you alone with Pete. 

You can’t lie, Jake is fun to hang out with. He’s fun to goof off with. He’s certainly fun to flirt with. That was his problem. 

He was fun. 

It was hard to envision yourself long term with Jake. He just didn’t seem like that type.

The drink Maverick brought over to you was just enough to push you over that line of tipsy to drunk. Not wasted, of course, but just enough to give you a good amount of courage. 

You’ve found yourself drifting towards Pete the longer he’s been here. Longing for him to pull you into his body. The kiss you gave him earlier was almost too much. It was like a taste of forbidden fruit, and now you wanted the whole thing. 

Maverick is still leaning against the table, looking delicious in that bomber jacket he always wears. His Ray-Bans hang from the plain white tee he’s wearing underneath. He and Jake seem to be in some silent battle with one another. Knowing these men, it’s probably who was the better pilot. 

Jake finally concedes, telling the two of you he’s going to play a game of darts. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. 

“I thought he’d never leave,” you mumble before you can hold the words in. 

Maverick cocks his ear closer, he heard. He gives you a smirk. 

“Me, either,” he says. 

~ 

This was his chance. You’d all but confirmed you didn’t like Hangman. Not in the way that Jake likes you. 

Not in the way Maverick likes you. 

God, he likes you. So much. 

“Want to get out of here?” he whispers to you. 

Your eyes light up, and it sets Mav’s heart ablaze. There is no way you’re choosing him over Hangman. 

As you slip your hand in Maverick’s, it hits him. You are. 

“Where do you want to go?” you ask him. Your voice is low, almost breathless, like you can’t believe this is happening either. 

“Honey, I’ll go anywhere with you. But before that, I have to kiss you.” he tells you. A pink flush falls across your cheeks, and he knows that has nothing to do with the alcohol you consumed. You like him as much as he likes you. 

Maverick feels like a 20-something fresh recruit again. The adrenaline pumping through his veins as he pulls you by the waist into him almost rivals the feeling he got the first time he went up in an F-14.

You respond by bringing your arms around his neck. With uneven breaths, Maverick closes the space between you. He kisses you like he’s never kissed anyone else. The relief that washes over him almost knocks him out. Maverick makes out with you right in the middle of the bar, and he couldn’t care less. 

When you two pull back, your face even redder than it was earlier, Maverick catches Coyote handing cash to Bob and Rooster. Rooster catches his eye and winks. 

masterlist

[guess-my-next-obsession]

Frankie Morales Masterlist

all fics marked with * are explicit and are 18+ only—all minors interacting will be blocked

oneshots

power outage* — frankie and reader find a good way to kill time during a storm. 1.5k

blind dating show — reader finds herself in a local bar’s dating game-show, the contestants Will, Benny, and Frankie. only one man can walk away with the prize, and we all know the perfect pilot for the job. 2.5k

blind dating show p.II* — part two of ^ where reader accepts an invite to frankie’s barbecue. things get spicy. 3k

oblivious — reader and frankie are the best of friends until a fight on a camping trip reveals things that neither of them ever dared to admit. fluff follows. 3.7k

cabin in the woods* — frankie and reader decide to rent a cabin for the holiday, but neither realize they’re walking into a “haunted house” courtesy of the rest of the TF boys. 2.9k

i’ll be home for christmas* — Frankie comes home after a long month of work just in time for the holidays. 2.5k

a new friend (1/2) — reader gets lost in the woods and frankie shelters her from not only the storm, but her shitty relationship. 4k

when we were young — reader sees their ex, frankie, i’m a bar after five years. 2.5k

series

august* — frankie x ofc. Rebecca Herrera goes on her annual family vacation and meets a handsome stranger. Only problem is, that stranger just so happens to be twenty years older and her uncle’s close friend. (CANCELLED—WILL NOT UPDATE)

meet me in the hallway* — frankie x ofc. when Dylan Jones, the struggling owner of a start-up bakery, lucks out and finds a cheap room for rent, she finds more than she could have ever expected in her group of four male roommates: friends, family,…love? Follow along for a New Girl-inspired will they/won’t they to see if they in fact do! (CANCELLED—WILL NOT UPDATE)

ivy & stone* — victorian au!frankie x ofc/javi g x ofc. Lady Florence Bell lives an idyllic life—summers in the countryside, autumns in the city, a wealthy bloodline, and unparalleled beauty to top it all off. After having spent last summer in an affair with her family’s handyman and gardener, an older gentleman named Mr. Francisco Morales, Lady Florence is reluctant to join this season of Court, her heart already set on her secret lover. But when a famed painter and old family friend from Paris makes a rare appearance in London, Lady Florence is forced to face her old crush as an adult—and her competing affections.

drabbles

the addams family* — part of Spooktacular ‘22. frankie gets turned on by wife!reader in a morticia costume.

facetime movie night — part of Spooktacular ‘22.

christmas cookies — decorating christmas cookies w frankito.

dressing room tears — reader struggles with weight gain and finding jeans that fit her, frankie is there to remind her how beautiful she is.

i can take it* — edging with sub!frankie.

lost in love* — frankie likes the way you look beneath him.

just a dream — reader struggles with infertility and has a dream that feels frighteningly real.

caught* — reader is dating santi, but frankie urges her to tell him about their affair.

real love, baby —plus size!reader meets frankie in a bar. fluff fluff fluff.

EXTRAS

my frankie playlist

[madasmr]

desert duo, but it's classic "winner remembers everything" trope and grian can be described with two songs: "Air Catcher" by Twenty One Pilots (during 3rd Life) and "A Pearl" by Mitski (after 3rd Life on Hermitcraft).

i imagine them going through endless desert one night and grian is looking at scar, thinking "i think you would beat the moon in a pretty contest". maybe he even said it out loud. and "stolen air catcher" can mean both freedom and heart, that scar stole. "but now I'm here to give you words as tools that can destroy my heart" as scar saying his last "sorry" and "i love you" to grian. almost every line in lyrics fits so well.

and then all players return to their servers, blessed with amnesia. except grian. he can't stop thinking about 3rd life and accidentaly pushes away everyone.

"it's just that i fell in love with a war and nobody told me it ended"

[sosclancy]

Part 2

[warmglowofsurvival]

“my fucking hair”

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Hi hi bestie! I’m so excited to be able to catch a theme night!

How about prompt 16 “I won’t bite. Unless you’re into that sort of thing,” + Mutual pining?

Reader and Luke have a lot of sexual tension and everyone sees it (not like they try to hide it anyway). Maybe the team has a little betting situation going on?

I can’t wait to see what you come up with!

YAY OH MY GOD WELCOME!!! I haven't written for Luke in a while, I'm so excited :D

"You guys need to share a room when we touch down- you're insufferable." Emily mutters, breaking the heated staring contest between Luke and I as a shiver runs down my spine watching a bashful smile spread across Luke's lips at Emily's innuendo.

"I am not insufferable, he is." I huff, leaning back into the cushions of the couch, deciding to look out the window of the small plane as Luke chuckles, reaching out to shove me playfully.

"I'm playing chess with Spence here- right?" Luke looks to Spencer with wide, pleading eyes but Spencer just smirks and gives me a simple look and a shrug.

"I'm playing chest, you're giving them bedroom eyes." My jaw drops as a shameless giggle escapes me, looking to a very guilty Luke who rubs at the back of his neck, allowing Spencer to take his king in one fail swoop.

"I'm surprised Spencer knows what bedroom eyes are." Hotch chuckles from the other side of the plane and my stomach drops at the fact that he's listening in on our 'work related' conversation.

"You all suck."

"I think you're the only one sucking." All heads whip to look at Emily, silence sweeping across the plane cabin like a plague as she giggles to herself, covering her grin with her hand. Luke looks to me and shrugs, almost backing up Emily's vulgar statement and if I listen hard, I can hear Hotch chuckling to himself.

"Emily!" She holds her hands up in surrender and I wince, burying my face in my hands. "This is hell- Pilot, right now would be a really good opportunity to plunge us into the ground!"

"I don't know why you guys don't just kiss." Penelope's sudden voice makes me scoff, knowing that it was probably Emily who summoned her into this conversation, especially since we all know that Penelope is personally driven to drive Luke and I together in whatever way she can.

She keeps telling me how much she wants to be my maid of honor and the godmother of our children.

"I keep trying, they're a tough cookie!" Luke scoffs, pointing a finger in my direction and my brows pull together, knowing that all of the times I've tried to initiate a drink after work or a stolen kiss in the elevator, he's turned me down, claiming he's just being chivalrous.

"Oh come on, you're all bark no bite, Alvez." I fold my arms over my chest as the rest of the plain 'ooo's, looking back and forth between Luke and I as we resume our heated stare, smirks on both of our faces.

"I don't bite, unless your into that sorta thing, sweetcheeks." I roll my eyes at his comment but I can't ignore the butterflies fluttering around in my tummy at his insinuation and, though it's crude, his words entice me more.

"Oh my lord." Hotch mutters, slapping our case files down on the table in front of me as Spencer snickers.

"I love these little talks we have." Luke reaches across the table to whack Spencer upside the head as he giggles mercilessly and Emily takes out her wallet, tossing a twenty dollar bill onto the files in front of me.

"I'd give it two more days before she finally jumps his bones." Emily sends Luke a wink which he returns right back to her and he looks to me with soft eyes and a soft smile that makes my head spin. But the softness doesn't last long because Penelope pipes up against through the screen.

"I say eight hours, put $20 down for me on the table, Prentiss!"

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[spctrsgf]

the simulation

summary: you’re a new pilot joining the resistance, and the Black Squadron sends you and others into a simulation to test your abilities

word count: 3.1k

warnings: language, she/her pronouns, guns and blowing stuff up ig? it’s not graphic or anything

a/n: finally got around to posting this guy (unproofed cus my editor is busy)! we’re just gonna pretend that Marc’s parents found out how to live on Hoth for the sake of this story okay? please leave your thoughts so that i may improve <3

“Hello everyone, this is your pilot speaking. We will be on base in about 20 minutes, so please make sure you are seated with all your items and with your designated group.”

You looked to your right, quadruple checking that you were in the right section of the craft. Pilots, it read. Your shoulders slumped in relief and you let out a breath you’d been holding in, trying to calm your shaky hands.

To say you were nervous was a severe understatement. Everyone around you was talking, seemingly comfortable in their newfound purpose and home. Not that you were ungrateful for this opportunity, it’s just that you never felt like you really fit in. You were too nervous, too quiet to feel like the people around you were in the same boat.

There was one woman in the corner who seemed to be shutting herself out, but after a second look you noticed that she was deaf and couldn’t hear the commotion anyways. You supposed that she was set to be a mechanic of some sort.

So, that left you were alone in your feelings and nothing you were trying was helping the anxiety gnawing at your throat. Breathe, y/n, breathe. You closed your eyes, trying to drown out the particularly loud conversation from the people to your right.

“Everyone!” You jumped at the sound of the man over the loudspeaker. “We have landed. Please leave through your appropriate exits and welcome to the resistance!”

You stood up, grabbing your backpack and following the crowd out the door. You noticed helmets tucked under many peoples arms, suddenly feeling a little left out of the memo.

You don’t have the money for that, you idiot.

You smiled slightly as you remembered stealing your favorite helmet from the lady across the street, wishing you could have taken it with you. But the helmet was hers: you couldn’t do that to her even if you wanted to.

Anyway, you followed the rest of the pilots to who you assumed was the General, waiting for her to sort the masses. You were surprised at the lack of people in your group, there were roughly twenty of you. She nodded you and some ten others gently to a group of pilots, already suited up and ready to fly.

Staying to the back of the group, you found a nice spot between two heads to watch as one man stepped forward. You marveled slightly at him, his curly black hair flopped on his forehead as his brown eyes sparkled. His posture demanded respect yet he wasn’t intimidating; just enthusiastic.

“Welcome, recruits. I’m Commander Dameron,” the said man spoke. “I trust you all had a good flight in?”

Murmurs of agreement answered him.

He laughed. “Good. Now, to the point: based on a previous assessment, you all have been declared the best. We are the Black Squadron, the best of the best in the resistance. Currently we’re down two members, and that’s where you all come in. Two of you will be chosen to join us, if any of you are deemed good enough. There will be a test, but first we’ll let you all get settled into your quarters, and a droid will let you know when to come out to test.”

Everyone nodded in agreement, following one of the members of the squadron to the rooms. Your mind, on the other hand, reeled from Dameron’s speech. Best of the pilots? Two new people joining the Black Squadron? And, perhaps the most blaring thought of all: you were one of the contestants?

A man next to you touched your arm, snapping you out of your thoughts. “The droid says you’re right here.” He pointed to a door. “Oh, uh, thank you.” You smiled awkwardly, him returning the gesture (less awkward than yours, for sure) before following the rest of the group.

You pressed a button to open the door, not expecting it to work. You figured it just scanned your DNA or something when you pressed the button as you strode into the room, flipping on a light. It was a nice but simple room: a bed in the far right corner, a desk in the left, a bathroom across from the bed and a wardrobe across from the desk.

You placed your backpack on the bed before venturing to the wardrobe, whipping it open to find it stocked lightly. Their was a few pairs of orange pants, some tank tops (white and black), and a flight suit like the one Commander Dameron had been wearing.

Wait.

You whirled back to see the suit in all its glory. You ran your finger along the slightly worn material, lingering on the resistance symbol. You belonged here now, this was your home. A wave of emotions hit you like a truck, causing you to tear up and drop your fingers from where they were wrapped along the sleeve.

Composing yourself before your eyes grew red and puffy, you noticed something on the top shelf of the wardrobe. A helmet perched on it, and you quickly found that it fit perfectly on your head. “How’d they know?” You murmured to yourself, placing the helmet down gingerly and moving to unpack the rest of your stuff.

——

A knock sounded to your door, causing your to jump from your light stupor. You stumbled over to the door, opening it to find a droid waiting. “You have ten minutes to get ready before I escort you and the others to Commander Dameron. Please wear your designated flight suit and helmet.” With that, it whirred away to bother the next person down.

You swallowed deeply, your nervousness bursting up through the seams of the box you had just managed to cover as you slipped on the suit. You looked yourself over in the mirror. Part of you was screaming ‘this is the stupidest thing you’ve ever worn and the orange does not compliment your complexion’ and the other part of you was screaming ‘you did it your gonna be a fucking resistance pilot’.

You chose to listen to the ladder as you grabbed your helmet and headed out the door. Touching your free hand to your wrist, you reassured yourself that your bracelet was still intact, only relaxing once you felt your fingers brushed against the moon shaped beskar.

The droid and the other pilots arrived not long after you stepped out of your room, you falling in line with the nice man that had directed you to your room earlier. “Hey,” he greeted. “I’m Marc.” (I had to okay)

You smiled, easing at not having to initiate a conversation. “I’m y/n.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, y/n.”

“Likewise.”

“So,” he started in the short silence that ensued your answer. “Where are you from?”

“Tatooine.”

His eyebrows raised. “Really?”

“Yeah?” Was that so hard to believe?

“That’s so cool!”

You grinned. “Not really, but where are you from?”

He leaned in. “Hoth.”

Your eyes widened. “What? How? I thought it was inhospitable.”

“Not enough for my parents. They were hiding from the Empire and figured it was a good place to hide since no one goes there.”

“Huh. That’s smart if you ask me.”

Marc laughed. “Yeah, I think so too.”

“How’d you get food?”

“My mom knew a man who flew around a lot. He’d bring us a shit ton of food every few weeks.”

You gaped. “Awesome. What was his name?”

Marc was about to say something else, but your little group reached the hangar and Commander Dameron, causing Marc to quiet. “Welcome, recruits!” He waved his hands in the air. “Now we will be testing you to decide where to place you in terms of squadrons. One of which could be the Black Squadron, led by me.”

Another man stepped forward. “Hello, everyone, I’m Snap. Snap Wexley. And before you ask,” he held his finger out mockingly. “I want to be called Snap, skip all of that formal crap that Dameron does. Anyway, the test is relatively simple. The four of us,” he gestured to him, Dameron, and two others. “Will be split into two groups, as will you all. We’ll fight against each other and see which team has the last ship standing.”

“It’s a simulation,” Dameron cut in. “The simulation ships act and feel exactly as our normal x-wing would. The sides of your ship will plunge you into the reality at hand, and you will fly out of your respective star carrier to attack the other team. We will have droids act as people on the carriers to make the simulation seem as real as possible.”

Snap chuckled. “Alright, we’ll split you up into teams now.” He paused. “Oh! And this is Karé,” he pointed to a blonde haired woman. “And Mei.” He pointed to a shorter woman.

——

Soon enough, you found yourself in the cockpit of a simulator x-wing, riding along Snap, Mei, Marc and three other people who’s names you hadn’t retained.

To say you were nervous was, again, an understatement. You knew that Snap and Mei were good pilots: they were on the Black Squadron, after all. But Dameron? You’d heard things about him. Even on Tatooine you had, whispers of him being the best pilot the resistance had.

And now you were fighting against him. Lovely.

“R-four, check in.” Snap’s voice floated through the radio to your right. “R-four to Snap, I’m here.” You replied, remembering your call name.

“R-five?”

“Here, Snap.”

“Alright, Rookies,” Mei’s voice floated over the comms. “Show us what you got.”

The windows of your ship tinted, pulling you up and into the hangar of a star carrier much like the one you had just been in, but the doors were open and your teammates were rushing out of it. You quickly jetted yourself forward and out into space, getting into the zone.

“What’s the plan?” You heard Marc shout into the comms.

“Take ‘em down, R-two!” Snap yelped back.

“That’s a shit plan!” R-three yelled back.

“I have an idea!” You didn’t even hesitate to respond, your normal uneasiness fading. “We should split! Some people should distract their shooters and some people take down the carrier!”

“R-four, I like that plan,” Mei said. “But it’s hard to take down the carrier!”

“You have a point! Maybe we start with the communications first?”

“Everyone listen to R-four!” Snap cut in with a laugh. “She knows her shit!”

“Atta girl!” Marc yelled. “I’ll go with you to the comms!”

“Okay! Cover us!” You agreed, shooting up and over where the current commotion between both sides was happening.

Marc trailed closely behind you as you made your way to their star carrier. “Watch out, R-two! They got guns!” Marc quickly swerved to dodge the shots, alerting a rogue ship from the other side.

“We got company!” Marc yelled.

“I see them! Just keep trying to dodge!”

You studied the field, calculating your next move to avoid being shot. The enemy ship was coming from the right, the star carrier shooting from the front…

“Marc! I’m gonna do some weird maneuvering stuff so just try to follow me!”

“Yes ma’am!”

You dipped straight down almost immediately, dipping out of sight from the star carrier. Marc followed, and you correctly anticipated the follow of the enemy x-wing. “Time for the old switcharoo.” You yanked the controls upwards, flipping behind the trailing ship and blasting it to pieces.

“R-four! Nice shot!” Marc yelled over comms. “One ship down!”

A chorus of cheers sounded from the comms, and you beamed.

“Alrighty,” you said, mostly to Marc. “Let’s do Step 2.”

You came to the bottom of the ship, scoping underneath for a pressure point. “Y/n?” Marc asked, trailing you. “What are you doing?”

“I wanted to see if there’s somewhere that I can destroy the whole ship.”

“That wasn’t the plan!”

“Yeah, I know. But the comm antenna is also down here.”

“Alright…” Marc seemed apprehensive.

“We’ll be fine! We just have to find that antenna!”

“I see it!” You turned your ship around just in time to see Marc get blasted.

Flipping away from the shots, you managed to shoot back, hitting the ship that was shooting. “R-two is out, I hit one more!”

“So is R-one! Out, I mean.” Mei yelled.

“We’re taking damage! Snap, whats the plan?” You yelled.

“I don’t know, you’re the one with the good ideas!”

“And your the one who’s actually on the squadron!”

“Hold on!” A grunt sounded through the comms. “Just shot one!”

“Me too!” Yelled the quiet voice of R-five.

“Three more to go!” Mei cheered. “R-four, how’s your job lookin?”

“Good! Comms are down!”

“Perfe-“ Snap started to say, only to be cut off.

“Snap’s out!” Mei screeched.

“Shit!” R-three yelled. “What now?”

“R-four?”

You maneuvered around the star carrier. “I can try to take out this carrier if you think that’s smart!”

“What should we do?”

“Guys! I’m being trailed!” R-one interrupted.

“I got you!” R-three yelled back.

“Mei-“

“Mei is down! R-one is struggling!” R-three cut in.

“Fuck. Um, try to stay safe, R-three! I’m gonna take out the carrier!”

“How-“

“I found the pressure point!”

“What pressure-“ R-three cut themselves of, clearly dodging shots.

“The gasoline! With these types of blasters, it’ll explode!”

“Perfect! Also, R-one and I each shot down a ship, somehow!”

“Nice job, guys! Keep going, you got this!”

“Shit, R-four, Dameron’s trailing us!” R-one screamed.

“Get back to the carrier!”

“He’ll blow up the carrier!”

“Just go!” You grunted as you maneuvered your x-wing. “Get up the shields as soon as you get in!”

“Oka-“ A sharp shrill ran through your ship.

“Attention R-four,” an automated voice said. “You are the last one standing against the enemy team’s Commander Dameron. We are connecting comms right now in order to further test your abilities.”

“Shit.”

“Hey hey hey, watch your language.” The baritone of Dameron’s voice echoed through your comm.

You said nothing, only flying further into the star carrier, shooting any probes or people that posed a threat.

“You ignoring me, R-four?”

“You betcha I am, Commander.” You said through gritted teeth, almost at the gasoline tank.

“Where are you, by the way? Haven’t seen ya yet.”

“That would defeat the purpose of the test, wouldn’t it? If I can’t resist your questions and prodding, I’m as good as dead.”

Dameron chuckled. “Ah, snappy talker, eh?”

You chuckled. “Nah, you’ll find I’m pretty quiet unless necessary.”

“So this conversation is necessary?” You could hear his smirk.

“Can’t be making a bad first impression by ignoring my maybe future commander, can I?” You made it to the gasoline dropping one of your timed emergency bombs and then getting the hell out of there.

“You must be near the carrier,” Poe said suddenly. “Smart woman.”

“Took you long enough.” You bantered, feeling suddenly confident with your progress in the plan.

“Ya know, insulting me is not helping you impress me.”

“Huh,” you shot out of the carrier. “And here I was thinking you liked a little competition.”

Just as you finished your sentence, his carrier went up in flames, eliciting a string of curses from the commander.

“Language, Commander.” You chuckled.

“Ya know what, R-four? Fuck off. Seriously, where the hell are you?”

You smirked as you pulled up behind him, locking in on his x-wing. “Nice ass, Dameron.”

“SHI-“

Then you shot him, watching the plane go up in flames. You cheered to yourself, but were quickly swept back to present as you were shot at. “The hell?!” You yelped, grabbing your controls and jerking them to move. “R-four, can you hear me?” You heard Dameron come over the comm again.

“Yep!” You jutted into a hard left, pulling behind an x-wing and blowing it up.

“You need to get them off your tail.”

“No shit, Sherlock!”

“G- what did you just say?”

“It’s-“ you grunted as you yanked yourself into a jarring dodge. “A saying.”

“What? Look, R-four, you gotta go into the debris from the old enemy carrier!”

“Respectfully, sir, that is a shitty plan and I will not be doing that.” You slowed your ship to a stop.

“What are you doing? Move your ass!” Dameron’s voice took on a tone of urgency.

“Watch!” You pulled upwards at the last second, dropping your last emergency bomb, set off with a roulette of bullets. The x-wing’s exploded, you having to pull up even further to avoid being licked by the fire.

Once you’d deemed the bomb efficient and that the enemy ships were gone, you headed back to the carrier cautiously. As soon as you released the landing gear, the windows faded and you were back at the real hangar of the resistance star carrier.

Thirteen pairs of eyes tracked you as you slipped from the simulation on slightly wobbly legs. Some were of awe, some of hate. Either way, the attention was nerve racking and frankly, you didn’t like it at all.

But perhaps the most important of them all: Commander Dameron’s. As your eyes met his, you couldn’t determine the emotion behind them. You would like to fool yourself and say that it was some sort of newfound appreciation, but in reality it must have been disappointment. You did beat him, after all.

“Well,” Snap clapped to break the silence. “We will discuss and get back to you about who, if anyone, got into the squadron!” You and the others nodded, walking away.

You had made it a total of four steps before a hand grabbed your wrist, silently holding you back as everyone else walked away. Marc turned back once with raised eyebrows, but you just gave him a look of confusion. When everyone was gone, Snap yanked you back and wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

“You got game, Hawkeye.” He said with a big grin adorning his face.

You laughed. “Maker, is that my nickname now?”

“You betcha it is.”

“Great. Lovely.”

Snap nudged you. “C’mon, that’s pretty good. Coulda been worse.”

“Snap.” Dameron’s voice was hard as his eyes darted between you and the said man, causing Snap to drop his arm.

“Sorry, Commander.”

Dameron sighed, running a hand through his curls. If only you could reach up and- “I told you to call me Poe.”

“But-“ He nodded to where you were standing a bit awkwardly.

“Call me Poe, Hawkeye.” He stuck out his hand.

“You better not use that fucking nickname, Poe.” You met him halfway.

He chuckled. “Or what?”

“How would you like the base to know that you,” you stepped closer and into his personal space. “the best pilot in the galaxy got beat by a rookie.”

He tilted his head to the side, smirking lightly. “Is that a challenge to my authority I hear?”

“You bet your ass it is.”

“And you said you’d be a quiet one.”

“Only talking cause it’s necessary.” You smiled mockingly sweet.

Poe turned to Snap. “I want her on my squadron.”

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Josef Nicolai Newgarden

His name was originally Joseph Edgar Newgarden but it was changed when he was 6

Birthdate: Dec. 22, 1990 Hometown: Nashville, Tennessee Residence: Nashville, Tennessee Height/Weight: 6’0/177lbs

Rookie Year: 2012

Team: Penske

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Career Stats

2012: Sarah Fisher Hartman Racing - 23rd Overall 2013: Sarah Fisher Hartman Racing - 14th Overall 2014: Sarah Fisher Hartman Racing - 13th Overall 2015: CFH Racing - 7th Overall 2016: Ed Carpenter Racing - 4th Overall 2017: Team Penske - 1st Overall 2018: Team Penske - 5th Overall 2019: Team Penske - 1st Overall 2020: Team Penske - 2nd Overall 2021: Team Penske - 2nd Overall 2022: Team Penske - 2nd Overall 2023: Team Penske - 5th Overall

Cohosted (as of 2024 on indefinite hiatus) fan-favorite behind-the-scenes video series Bus Bros with teammate Scott McLaughlin. Bus Bros Playlist

Behind-the-scenes race weekend videos. Admit1 playlist

SRX - 2022 Nashville, 2023 Motor Mile

IMSA 2023 - Tower Motorsports - Daytona 24 | Porsche Penske Motorsport – Petite Le Mans 2024 - Porsche Penske Motorsport – Daytona 24 win

-a versatile athlete, who appeared on a 2016 episode of “American Ninja Warrior” with other NTT Indycar Series drivers and has participated in the NFL Combine and the Indiana Pacers Slam Dunk contest. He played baseball and basketball before turning to racing. -Listens to R&B and dance/EDM and is a fan of Twenty One Pilots, The Weekend, Skrillex, and Diplo -Avid gamer; is a brand ambassador for Forza Motorsport and is featured in voiceovers for multiple versions of the game, including Forza Motorsport 7 -Is an outstanding ping pong player and hosts an annual celebrity ping pong tournament around the Music City Grand Prix. It serves as a fundraiser for SeriousFun Children’s Network -Enjoys rock climbing and most outdoor activities; an avid Forza player

-cannot resist chocolate chip cookies or brownies

-doesn't like heights

Iconic/memorable moments

The rainbow cake deep throat at 15:00 "I may just put this in my crotch." 11:55 (keep watching for shirtless, sweaty Josef) Pullups with chains around his neck 0:15 (plus other drivers working out and highlights) The infamous Milk Gimp Indy 500 ad (viewer discretion advised) Drivers of the Corn - starring: Simon Pagenaud & Josef Newgarden BUS BROS Episode 12: We Got You My Favorite Summer Salad! (Because the world needs Josef Newgarden squeezing the life out food to make a salad.) starting at 0:50 Josef and Sage Karam at the 2015(?) NFL Combine 2022 INSIDE THE RACE // JOSEF NEWGARDEN Josef Newgarden shares BBQ Turkey Burger recipe LET THERE BE MILK. IndyCar off-season training hits different. Indy 500 Champ Josef Newgarden Shows Us His Workout | Train Like | Men's Health Josef Newgarden and James Hinchcliffe Visit Space Camp 2023 Indy 500: Josef Newgarden Victory Celebration Speech Josef Newgarden relives 'the worst wreck I've ever had' at Texas | 'I Survived' | Motorsports on NBC Josef Newgarden, Scott McLaughlin are teammates, friends, competitors | Motorsports on NBC PLAYING THE NEWLYWED GAME WITH THE BUS BROS: SCOTT MCLAUGHLIN & JOSEF NEWGARDEN!!!! Josef Newgarden: Defending a Championship Google Search - Josef Newgarden IndyCar Chronicles with Josef Newgarden INDYCAR 101: Driver Fitness with Josef Newgarden Josef Newgarden and Simon Pagenaud | No. 1 Josef Newgarden III (Incognito 3) INDYCAR FANswers: Josef Newgarden INDYCAR Travels: Josef Newgarden in Milwaukee Josef Newgarden Undercover

The INDYCAR Off-Season with Marco Andretti, James Hinchcliffe, Josef Newgarden and Conor Daly IndyCar: Robin Miller with Josef Newgarden at Road America Driver Josef Newgarden Red Carpet Interview from the INDYCAR Championship Celebration Josef Newgarden | Christmas Movie Quotes Reddit Asks Josef Newgarden Anything! 2022 Edition Reddit Asks Me Anything! Part 1 Reddit Asks Me Anything! Part 2 Josef Newgarden goes INTO THE CROWD to celebrate his Indy 500 victory! James Hinchcliffe talks donuts, mac & cheese and chocolate with Josef Newgarden , Romain Grosjean Will Power and more. Josef Newgarden and Scott McLaughlin | Hot Seats with Hinch

2024 Cheating scandal Team Penske hit with penalties over Push to Pass use; O’Ward declared St. Petersburg winner How Team Penske took push-to-pass beyond the limit

Penske Perfect and Details Matter are two phrases often used in conjunction with the Penske organization. And when they can be used to dunk on Ferrucci, all the better.

Josef is a perfectionist. This is a combo of his highly competitive nature - which has been said about him from a young age - and the Penske Perfect motto which he has taken to heart. He is highly critical of himself - getting very down on himself if he makes a mistake and taking the blame for things not wholly under his control. But he tried to maintain a genial if slightly arrogant image in public. He slips sometimes - there have been a few angry Twitter interactions that he later apologized for and on occasion after a race, his temper will get the better of him and he'll say things he probably shouldn't.

He can be goofy as hell as seen on Bus Bros. Scott McLaughlin has brought this out of him since becoming teammates. Josef has said that Scott makes him feel more comfortable being his real self.

I would be remiss if I did not point out Josef's thighs. He is a specimen in general but those thighs should get special attention.

Fanfic Lore

Frequently paired with teammate Scott McLaughlin. As of 2024 there has been a cooling of their friendship as Josef pulls back to focus on racing/the championship.

Historically paired with Conor Daly. They raced together in karts and lower-series cars.

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