#you can check out that scene in the pilot to see it yourself

[eeveekitti]

ok i need to talk about this or i'll go mad

we all know this scene in the pilot, right? good spooky stuff but right after, when the perspective switches back to how it was before..

the broken head light/eye seems to be in working order again

before flickering back to the orange/red color it was before

such a small little detail but it just picks at my brain cause?? what does that mean?? why did it turn yellow again??

i crave answers

[ddejavvu]

i’ve never heard anyone talk about this but there’s an episode of cm where the bau has to turn around on the jet and aaron says “i’ll inform the pilot” sooooooooooo i’m feeling pilot!reader who’s super confident and always flirts with him PLEASE

disclaimer: i don't fly planes i don't know the process of rerouting mid-flight but i tried my darndest

--

It's not every day that a case is solved before the BAU even land, but this unsub wasn't as smart as everyone thought he would be. He'd revisited his third crime scene just in time for the police to show up, and he won't be getting out of prison anytime soon.

Derek lets out a scoff of a laugh at the man's idiocy, already reaching for his headphones, "I guess we've got our weekend after all. Prentiss, you ever gonna tell me what sin to win means?"

Aaron stands as Emily narrows her eyes at Derek, a smirk curling over her lips, "There are some questions, Morgan, that if you have to ask, it means you probably couldn't handle the answer."

Before Derek can fire back Hotch heads for the curtain, "Alright, you two. That's enough. I'm going to go tell the pilot we can turn around. They'll need to reroute us."

There's a hum of acknowledgement that circles the jet, and Aaron passes through the snack station, rapping his knuckles gently on the door to the cockpit.

A green light flashes over the doorframe and a bell chimes, the door unlocking automatically with the press of a button inside.

"Y/N," Aaron greets you, on a first-name basis from calling you to work alone. He tries joking, something he forgets to do sometimes at work, "Just kidding. We're headed back to Virginia, can you pull a u-turn in an airplane?"

You turn to grin at him, face peeking out from the side of the headrest, "What, you forget your toothbrush?"

He's glad his joke went over well, and he laughs at your own, a smile gracing his features, "They don't need us anymore. Are you able to reroute us mid-air? Or will we have to land first?"

"If there's not much air traffic we can turn," You hum, peering at diagrams and screens that Aaron doesn't understand, "But if it's busy we'll just have to land and set up another flight path."

"Understood," He nods, checking his phone that looks comically small in his large hands, "When will you know?"

"Right," You hum, analyzing the display in front of you, and checking a note you've made for yourself on a sticky note that's stuck to your seat, "Now. I think we can make it without landing, but we'll have to wait for a commercial flight to pass. Shouldn't take longer than 20 minutes to turn, then an hour to get back."

"Thank you," Aaron heaves a relieved sigh, thankful not to have to waste more time than they already have, "You're a lifesaver. I owe you one, really."

"Breakfast in bed," You decide, your shit-eating grin only widening, "Hey, next time you're on a case, we'll share a hotel room. That'll make it easy for you."

Aaron doesn't know exactly how to respond to such a bold statement. He's bold himself, but not with flirting. He feels his cheeks heat up and prays you can't see it, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he calculates his response.

"Pancakes or waffles?"

"Waffles," You laugh, "And whipped cream."

"Mm, okay," Aaron pretends to deliberate, headed back to the doorway, "Over the top, or on the side?"

"It's not for the waffles," You chime, and Aaron is infinitely glad you're turned around again to face the display in front of you, because it means you don't see him trip over the base of the doorway, "Why else do you think we're sharing a room, Hotchner?"

[ladyloveandjustice]

My Top 12 Favorite Anime of 2023 (and more)!

This was a great year for anime, so here's a long list of my top 12 (including some bonus great anime). If you get tired of clicking the review links, check out my anime overview collection for all of them here.  You can also check out my list of favorite manga here!

Some of these are ongoing, so consider those only a review of the first cour-- no official endorsement on the rest because it hasn't aired yet!

Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch From Mercury (Season 2)

When I listed G-Witch in last year's top anime list, I prayed the show wouldn't betray me. Fortunately, it didn't! Though the final half of the show was a bit rushed, it remained must-see, compelling sci-fi full of exciting twists and turns. And I adore the well developed romance between the robot-piloting protagonist and precious girl, Suletta, and her fierce fiancé, Miorine.  Whether you’re here for starcrossed queer lovers, robots wrecking each other, tense battles between opposing political factions, or morally-horrifying moms on a revenge spree, you’re in for a treat.

See my full review here.

Yuri is my Job!

Hime is roped into working at a cafe where the waitresses playact as students of the fictional all girl’s school from a beloved novel series. However, Hime finds her co-worker, Mitsuki, has an inexplicable grudge against her. Thus begins a tangled web of romance and wounded feelings among the girls in the cafe! Yuri is My Job seems like a fun comedy boasting a cast full of quirky lesbians, but then reveals itself to be a complicated and fascinating examination of performance- as it intersects with queerness, girlhood,  and the desire to be “likeable” and “cute". It's top-tier lesbian drama full of fraught relationships and it's absolutely worth a watch.

See my full review here.

The Apothecary Diaries (still ongoing, review is for the first cour)

Though it's still going, I have to sing the praises of this dazzling anime about a saavy apothecary who uses her medical expertise to solve the many murders and betrayals in the Emperor's palace. MaoMao is a fantastic lead, a poison-obsessed gremlin who's whip-smart, deadpan, and fun to follow. The Apothecary Diaries has intrigue, well-developed characters, and an impeccable atmosphere. It tells a great range of stories, from romantic triumph, to bittersweet tales of recovering from grief, to pure tragedies. I'm totally hooked.

See my full review here.

The Magical Revolution of the Reincarnated Princess and the Genius Young Lady

When Euphie is dumped by her fiance at a ball, the oddball princess Anis rescues her.  Euphie becomes Anis' assistant in her quest to develop magical tools. The girls also start to develop feelings for each other, while discovering a conspiracy among the nobility. I'm always desperately in need of cool lesbians having action-packed fantasy adventures, and Magirevo delivers. The characters grow in entertaining ways, we get to see them fight dragons in killer action scenes, and the romantic development is completely satisfying. It's a simple story at its core, but the lovable characters, joyous queerness and jubilant execution make it a great watch.

See my full review here.

Birdie Wing: Golf Girls' Story (Season 2)

In the second season of the anime about girls homoerotically golfing while dealing with the mafia and ludicrous family drama, Birdie Wing remains a bombastically absurd sports anime that is fun all the way through. Please come watch these girls get ridiculous sports  injuries, scream their super golf attacks, experience extremely extra plot twists--and be super gay with each other, of course. The finale didn't go quite as hard as I wanted (and the romance is more subtexual than I wanted), but you need to allow yourself to experience the madness of Birdie Wing.

See full review here.

Skip and Loafer

An endearingly dorky, earnest, and driven girl moves from her small town to Tokyo. While she struggles to adjust, she befriends a nice popular boy who's got some baggage. Skip and Loafer is a show that’s like a warm hug. It's sweet, entertaining and funny. It handles adolescent struggles with tender nuance. There's a emphasis on kindness, connection, and looking past stereotypes and misconceptions. It also includes a trans character who's treated with respect (and is a great character in general!) Let this show touch your heart.

See my full review here.

Undead Murder Farce

An immortal woman has had most of her body stolen by a mysterious man. Reduced to a head carried around by her maid, she teams up with a half-demon man to track the thief down while solving supernatural mysteries all across Victorian England.

This a fun, campy mystery series starring three asshole weirdo protagonists,  it’s bursting with supernatural creatures and literary references. We've got Sherlock Holmes, The Phantom of the Opera, Carmilla and more...along with a vampire murders and werewolf drama galore. UDM is a wonderful romp with stylish, slick direction... and it’s unexpectedly really gay.  I’m aching to see more of these scrappy misfits and their adventures.

See my full review here.

Migi & Dali

A story of twins who are pretending to be one kid in order to fool their foster parents and find out who killed their mother. It starts out as an utterly absurd comedy becomes a impressive and genuinely tense murder mystery that is incredibly moving at times, all while keeping up it’s signature brand of goofiness. There’s genuine commentary on abuse, the damage you can do to children by forcing perfection on them, the struggle of being a foster kid, grief and recovery and more. There's also some great character development. It's a weird one, but it's absolutely worth sticking with.

See full review here.

Pluto

Somebody is killing the most advanced robots in the  world and murdering humans alongside them. A robot detective is trying to track this killer down, but he might be compromised as well. Pluto is a tense, tense, tightly plotted robot murder mystery that keeps you on the edge of your seat. Through robots, it explores the idea of being a tool in a corrupt system, and tackles subjects like war, imperialism, and the nature of hatred. It's a masterful psychological thriller with stunning animation and a rich story.

See my full review here.

Scott Pilgrim Takes Off

This anime approaches the story of Scott Pilgrim and Ramona's seven evil exes from a brands new angle, and the results are great. We get a exploration of relationships and regrets, the messiness of communication and connection, the trials of becoming an adult, all with the signature goofy video game antics. Characters neglected in previous iterations finally get their due, new facets of the story are explored, queer relationships are delved into more, girls kiss...and it's all accompanied by phenomenal animation and a killer soundtrack.

See my full review here

Soaring Sky! Precure

Sora lives in a world called Skyland and wants to be a great hero. When rescuing the kidnapped baby princess, she falls through a portal to earth. There she meets her fellow magical warriors, and as Precure they protect the princess from the villains!

This vibrant, warm-hearted adventure got me back on the Precure train! This series boasts a lot exciting firsts for the franchise--the first official male cure, the first main cure that's eighteen years old- but above all, it has a lively team of characters with who have an entertaining dynamic and enjoyable individual journeys. It's often very funny, the baby has a surprisingly good character arc, and it's bursting with magical girl (and boy) goodness! It's also not afraid to give you an emotional gutpunch when you've been lured into a false sense of security by all the fun times. If you're new to Precure, this is a great jumping on point, and if you've watched it before, this is a series you won't want to miss.

I'm in Love with the Villainess

Rae is reincarnated as the heroine of her favorite dating sim. But she has no interest in romancing any of the boys- she’s head over heels for Claire Francois, the snooty villainess.

Villainess may not be as polished--storywise or animation-wise-- as these other entries. It's a messy series, it has plenty of problems...but it's also very fun, and it touched my queer little heart like no other. Queer people get to indulge in our imperfect faves too, and the silly shenanigans, blatant lesbian wish fulfillment, honest advocacy for queer people, and the joy and earnestness of the series works for me!

See my full review here.

Some Other Great Anime:

Frieren: Beyond Journey's End (still ongoing, review is for the first cour)

Frieren is a long-lived elf who was once part of an adventuring party that saved the world from the Demon Lord. But now her friends are passing away and the world is moving on. She decides to retrace her old party's journey so she can understand what she's feeling.

Frieren is both an interesting examination of what happens after the hero saves the world, as well as a meditation on mortality, grief,  and the endless march of time. It takes you on a quiet, beautiful and sometimes touching journey though a pastoral fantasy world. There's some breath-taking animation and excellent atmosphere to enjoy.

See my review here.

Spy x Family (Season 3)

Spy x Family is pretty much staying the course from when we last checked in,  though this season gives a lot more attention to Yor, and I love the cruise ship arc and all the ridiculous fights she gets into a lot! That arc contains some of my favorite gags of the series too (like Loid’s  attempts to be a cool dad). Otherwise, Spyfam has settled into a series that intends to be around for the long haul, so don’t expect too much forward plot momentum. And Yuri (the man, not the genre) unfortunately still exists. Overall it was good season and remains a fun  adaptation. Yor, please step on me.

[monstrousgourmandizingcats]

ik the post was from like a week ago but would like to hear your thoughts on jackie and the prescription drug thing because it really isnt discussed!

Absolutely. Jackie has prooooblems and I really wish they were more openly talked about in the fandom.

So there are at least three references to Jackie abusing prescription drugs in canon. I forget what the third is (I might be misremembering it but I'm pretty sure it's there), but the first two are in "Pilot" and "Blood Hive". The reason why Shauna is asleep during the flight is that Jackie has given her Valium, a benzo (its generic name is diazepam) that in the 70s through 90s was commonly prescribed for anxiety and to an extent still is. What's remarkable about this is the casual way everyone involved treats it; this is consistent in how Shauna and Jackie themselves talk about Jackie's drug use, but the scene also establishes that even Jackie's mother doesn't seem to see any need to monitor her teenage daughter's access to her pills. As Jackie puts it, "Swiped these from my mom's medicine cabinet. Valium. She's got, like, a never-ending supply, so I doubt she'll even notice."

A series of questions already arises here, all of which the show is fascinatingly uninterested in answering, possibly because the screenwriters share Shauna and Jackie's flippant attitude (which is generational, as I'll discuss below) but, I think, likely also because what's implied about the Taylor household here is more disturbing if it's not spelled out. Why does Mrs. Taylor have that much of a med lying around at all times? Has Jackie taken the Valium before? If so, why and how often? (Does she, perhaps, use it to get through sex acts with Jeff?)

The second time this comes up is in the scene in which Shauna and Jackie are discussing their respective Wilderness skills as Shauna butchers one of Nat and Travis's first quarries. Almost everyone in the fandom has favorite bits of this scene, which is full of fantastic Shaunajackie lines and moments, so it's surprising to me that this isn't discussed more, but again, the breathtakingly casual delivery probably goes some way towards distracting the viewer from what's actually being communicated. (It could also be that the line in question here comes immediately before "Wowza, Shipman," which understandably steals the show):

Shauna: Remember when Kiffy Schumacher broke her arm right before we were supposed to go to Whipsplash River, and you told her that if she shared her Percocet, we'd all crash bingo at the Elks Lodge instead? Jackie: Wait. Is this a pep talk? Wowza, Shipman. Wow, that is so not your style.

Uh. Girls? You okay there? "Poppin' Percs" is something Kendrick Lamar accused Drake of earlier this month. The company that makes this drug is currently being pounded in court by the Attorneys General of Ohio, Mississippi, Missouri, New York, and possibly other states too since the last time I checked. You're talking about like it's Pez.

Percocet is a mixture of oxycodone, which is an opioid, and paracetamol, which is a common over-the-counter painkiller (it's called acetaminophen in the US and a few other countries; it's the active ingredient in Tylenol and Panadol). Unlike Valium, oxy is something I've been on in the past--I, like Kiffy Schumacher, had a badly fucked-up arm a few years ago--so I can speak to how it's currently treated in American medical culture. You're given a very small amount of it at once, you pace yourself taking it and alternate it with over-the-counter painkillers unless absolutely necessary, and if you have any left over when you decide you no longer need it, which I did, you surrender whatever pills you still have on you to the police. I know that the current widely accepted view on drug control is that it's wildly overdone in the US, and I agree with that for the most part, but in this case the tight controls on this sort of painkiller are a regulation that was written in blood. And the opioid epidemic is still ongoing; in fact, in some ways it's worse, since people are using black-market opioids now that are even more dangerous than oxy and its ilk.

I do want to stress that Jackie's pattern of drug use isn't unusual for a teenager; in fact, it's pretty classic. "Adolescents....most commonly reported receiving prescription[s] for free from a friend or relative, although significant proportions of adolescents also used their own prescriptions, purchased drugs from a dealer, or took them from friends or family without asking." (The article linked cites data taken in 2006, when the prescription drug abuse epidemic on whose upward slope Jackie lives had plateaued.) I also want to clarify that the cavalier attitude Shauna and Jackie have towards prescription drugs isn't unique to this category of substances; teenagers in the 1990s were much more blasé about controlled substances in general than they are today, and adolescent prescription drug abuse has declined less than most other categories:

(Note the especially massive drop-off in adolescent cigarette use after the turn of the millennium. Lottie in her kinderwhore-meets-Empire Records party outfit diffidently holding a cig is very much an image from the past these days. And yet this isn't entirely a success story; adolescents who are still engaging in substance abuse are OD'ing a lot more than they were thirty years ago.)

I don't really have a conclusion here, because I just want to encourage the fandom to discuss this aspect of Jackie's character, not necessarily to adopt any particular narrativization or interpretation of it. This, then, is the basics on Jackie and prescription drugs. Poor girl.

[skellymom]

"Bring Me To My Knees" PART 2

Crosshair/Hunter x Reader Non Gendered SMUT++

Dividers by the talented: @saradika and @4ngelic-wh1spers

Background: Reader and Crosshair are separated from the group during the rescue of Omega and Tech from Mt Tantiss. Two broken people trying to get by in the galaxy. Then two broken people finally dealing with what happened to their group.

Word Count: 2.3K

Warning: Star Wars Canon violence, angst, death of major character, sadness, crying, guilt, permanent injury, stuff blowing up, swearing, kissing, intercourse, heavy petting, bite kind, blood kink, pain kink, spank kink, smutty/lemony content, lovers triangle with Hunter and Crosshair.

FOR CLARITY, HUNTER FLASHBACK SMUT SCENE IN CHAPTER 1. THE CROSSHAIR SMUT SCENE IS IN THIS CHAPTER 2. Broke this up in 2 chapters because I just couldn't stop writing...and 4K might be too much for one sitting.

I purposely wrote the reader in this fic to be of no specific gender. Tried to carefully craft the sexual scenes to accommodate either gender/non gendered/trans/genderfluid/non-binary. Everyone has hills, valleys, sexual organs, nipples, and erogenous zones. I wrote them into the story, but it's up to you dear reader to put your imagination to work. Hope I have done a good enough job that you can enjoy yourself with Hunter and Crosshair without breaking immersion!

To read Chapter 1:

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/744267915687264256/bring-me-to-my-knees-part-1?source=share

The intel proved to be correct. You and Crosshair traveled to an uncharted planet well past the Outer Rim. A quiet unassuming place to start planning a burgeoning Rebellion. 

He piloted. As your ship entered planetary airspace several Rebel ships swooped in as escorts. The Rebel base radioed in to confirm your status. 

“Crosshair, Clone Force 99 and Y/N, civilian. We are Rebel sympathizers wanting to join the Rebel cause and find our lost family and squad members.” You replied. 

“Authenticating data. Hold your position.” 

Silence as you and Crosshair waited on bated breath. 

“You are clear to land. We will perform a customary inspection of your transport. Then check your gunnery and weapons at the docking station armory.” 

“They’ll be taking my rifle OVER my DEAD body.” Crosshair snarked. 

“Toothpick?” 

“Hhm?” 

“It’s your gun, NOT your dick. Let them do their job.” 

He sighed and shook his head. 

Word must have spread fast. No sooner did you land than Omega was out the bay door jumping up and down in excitement. 

Crosshair barely got the gangplank down on the ship. You jumped over the stairs and landed on your hands and knees. Sprung up and ran to her. 

Omega knocked you over with her embrace. You were both laying there crying. She had grown two heads taller and much stronger too. 

Rebel soldiers had come out to check the validity of your claims. They stood aside seeing at least one of their residents recognize you. They had witnessed MANY reunions just like this as people were finding their way to the planet.  

There was more: Wrecker wasn’t far behind. He scooped you both up and hugged you fiercely. 

“AWWW...SO GLAD YOU’RE HERE! MISSED YA HORRIBLY!!!” Wiping away tears. 

Echo approached with Phee. 

Wrecker let you go, and you embraced them both with each arm. 

“Phee...what happened???” Her beautiful hair was gone. Head covered and tied fashionably with a scarf. Burn scar down one side of her face. You noticed one hand had scars as well. 

She shot Echo a strange look, then shrugged and perked up. “It’s growing back. Getting bacta therapy for the scars.” 

“Tech? Hunter? Are they here?” 

Echo answered “Come inside. We’ll get you settled.” 

“Wait, I didn’t come alone.” 

You turned towards your ship. Crosshair was standing at the bottom of the stairs. 

Omega gave him a bear hug. He had allowed her that. Wrecker stood a few feet away watching them.  

Echo took your hand. “Let’s give them some time to catch up.” 

He and Phee led you inside the base past bustling personnel.  

“Wait...I didn’t check my blaster...” 

“That’s ok” Phee patted your shoulder. “We vouched for you. Crosshair though...” 

You approached an open medical station with bacta tanks lined up...recognizing... 

“TECH!” 

He bobbed merrily in the solution, waving at your arrival. 

You stopped to see he was missing both legs...just like Echo. There were scars all over his body, some weren’t present during his rescue. Tech saw your face and immediately started signing in Basic. 

It is no major loss. I will be fine. Only 20 more rotations within this tank, then I shall be fitted for my prosthetics...please...don’t cry. 

Things were starting to come together...Phee’s hair loss and burns...the Marauder being hit... 

“WHERE’S HUNTER???” You yelled it in a panic. 

Echo stepped in and took your hand. “Y/N... he...” The look on his face told you this wouldn’t be good news. Echo’s eyes registered the scarf draped around your neck. 

There was a commotion behind you at the entrance of the base. Crosshair’s voice. Arguing with two Rebel troopers over his lack of compliance regarding check-in. 

“Sir! We need you to...” 

“NOT NOW! Can’t you see MY PARTNER is in distress!!!” 

The trooper grabbed his arm. Crosshair immediately disarmed the man and put his ass on the floor. Then handed the troopers gun to HIS partner sneering, “I said FUCK OFF!” 

The second trooper took the gun and commed for backup. 

Crosshair stalked over gently putting his hands on your shoulders. Fixing Echo with his baleful stare. “Where’s Hunter?” 

Echo fixed you both with his amber eyes. He sighed; his expression was so sad. “I’ll take you to him.” 

Tech tapped on the tank to get Crosshair’s attention. Cross glanced over shocked. He hadn’t recognized who was in there. Then he noticed Tech’s condition. 

I’ll be ok brother. He signed.  

Tech put his hand up against the glass. Crosshair placed his on the other side against Tech’s. 

The trooper’s backup arrived and trained their blasters on Crosshair. He turned and eyed them menacingly. Then dropped his hands from your shoulders, one of which you grabbed. 

“Don’t start any shit, Toothpick. Please, this isn’t the time.” Squeezing his hand firmly. 

He squeezed your hand back and stood down. 

“Break it up Trooper. These are friendlies.” Captain Rex emerged from the back of the squad. 

“But sir, he assaulted one of our Rebel staff. And he refused to check his rifle.” Pointing to Stormpuncher mounted on Crosshair’s back. 

“I’ll handle it, Trooper. You are all dismissed.” 

The Rebel squad eyed Crosshair uneasily as they filed away from the scene. 

“Good to see you both alive and well.” Rex smiled genuinely. “But I’ll let Echo catch you up on everything.” He nodded to Echo and stepped away. 

At this point Wrecker and Omega joined the group. 

“Follow me.” Echo instructed. 

You glanced at Tech as the group started to walk away. He smiled wistfully.  

“I got them Brown Eyes.” She winked at Tech, and he winked back. But he still looked concerned. 

Phee put her arm around your shoulder and walked with you. Crosshair followed at your other side silently. 

The group filed through the whole facility: past logistics, maintenance, troop training, mess, quarters, a small prison area (mostly empty), daycare, pet kennel, a few non-descript departments, and finally to the back end of the facility. The group approached heavy double doors. 

There was a sense of dread in your chest. Everyone was quiet. Echo looked heartbroken as he swiped his key card over the lock mechanism.  

The doors opened to the outside. A HUGE garden stretching for over a mile...planted with the bodies of those fallen from the Empire. Headstones, holoshrines, helmets, and all manner of tributes marked each plot. Adults, children, military, civilians, even service animals. Droids who could not be repaired were erected as tribute statuary with holoplaques proclaiming their sacrifice. 

Hunter was there. Laid to rest several rows down from the entrance. 

The realization hit you like a ton of bricks. 

“This isn’t real...” Shaking your head but staring straight ahead at Hunter’s helmet propped up on his plot. “NO... can’t.” Tears running down your face. 

Phee rubbed your back. “I’m SO sorry.” She was crying too. “Broody saved my life. I almost burned to death.” She pulled off the scarf to reveal the severity of her injuries. “I’m the reason he’s here.” 

Wrecker piped up “Noo, that’s not true. He would’ve done it for anyone on that ship.” He hugged Phee. 

Survivor’s guilt. Your heart went out to her.    

Crosshair took your hand and silently encouraged you to step down into the memorial and go to Hunter’s plot. You inhaled and stepped down...then your legs gave out. Crosshair grabbed your right shoulder. Echo ran over and supported your left. 

They led you to the plot. Wrecker, Phee, and Omega stayed behind. 

Soft grass was planted for whomever wished to sit and visit. Hunter’s helmet was surrounded by vivid red Poppies in full bloom. Echo seated you upon the grass. Crosshair kneeling beside you.  

“Can I do anything at all for you both.” He inquired. 

Silence. 

“Uh...I’ll give you some privacy.” 

“Echo?” 

“Yeah?” 

You swept him up in a hug again. “Thank you...for everything.” Tears returning. 

“Oh, of course.” He embraced you back. Holding on for some time. 

Echo patted your back and cleared his throat. He let go and wiped a tear from his face. 

Then he was gone.   

Crosshair sat stone faced staring at Hunter’s helmet bereft of emotion. It was the best he could do at this moment. 

You took off the red scarf, slipped it over Hunter’s helmet, and arranged it as if draped off Hunter’s own shoulders. 

Like he was sitting right in front of you with his bucket on... 

A sudden loud sob escaped. Each exhalation became louder until it ended in a scream. Your face red and pressed into the warm grass. Watering Hunter’s grave with your tears. Freeing the emotion out of the pit of your being. Screaming, sobbing until empty, finally collapsing from exhaustion. 

The afternoon progressed and the sun started to dip down towards the horizon. 

“Hey” Crosshair nudged you from disassociation. “Let’s go.” 

Numb, you let him haul you up under the shoulders. Standing, your vision went snowy and black.   

Crosshair must have carried you to the ship. The next few days were a blur, you slept through most of it. He hovered, fixing ration soup and just about threatening to force feed you. Trading whatever he could for black market sweets just to get ANYTHING into your belly. You barely remember Echo, Wrecker, Omega, or Phee visiting. Or AZI monitoring your vitals, reporting them well within range, that it was “only” grief and would eventually pass. 

Finally, after days in your bunk Crosshair had enough. 

“Soup!” He poked you awake. 

“Whaa?” Weakly turning over, burrowing under the blanket. 

“Get up. You STINK!” 

“Fuck off Crossy...” 

“Get up, or I’m throwing you INTO the refresher. Clothes and all.” 

You ignored him. 

Crosshair reached under the blanket and yanked you up. You caterwauled hurling swears, too weak to fight. But you were strong enough to hold on. 

He opened the refresher door and attempted to set you down. You stuck to him like shit on a Bantha’s behind. It turned into a wrestling match, both of you swearing at one another. One hand pried off him, then another would latch on, finally tearing his shirt to shreds. 

Cross gave up and flipped on the water soaking you both. The cold spray only made you hold on tighter, pressing against his chest for warmth. He gave up, sighed, adjusted the temp to warm. 

“Will you wash my hair?” 

Sighing again. “Yes.” 

You let go and turned your back to him. Crosshair lathered up his hands. 

“Wait.” You pulled the soaked T-shirt over your head and threw it in the corner of the shower. Now you're only clad in underwear. “Ok.” 

He applied the shampoo and did one helluva job massaging it into your hair. You smiled and groaned at the sensation. He finished by twisting the hair into a soapy point atop your head. 

“Will you wash my back and neck?” 

Heavy sigh. But he did. His hands were amazing. 

“Toothpick, will...” 

“I’m NOT washing your dirty ass...or anything else. You can reach.” Cross rinsed his hands and exited the refresher, leaving you to finish the job. 

You finally exited the shower feeling and smelling much better. 

Clean towels and comfy clothing were waiting for you. A non-descript box sat atop them.  

Dried, dressed, brushed your hair and nasty teeth. Then opened the box. The beautiful black and silver scarf from Mel and Marv’s stand. Toothpick paid attention...and had held on to it the whole time. 

You put it on and made your way back through the darkened ship. 

Crosshair was waiting, sitting on a blanket spread out on the floor. There was a multitude of fresh food and rations upon it. Also, a lit candle in the middle. The kind he would razz you about that “smelled like flowers and shit.” 

You smiled. “Is this a date?” Attempting some levity. 

“Sit your ass down and eat.” 

“Thank you.” Caressing the scarf around your neck. 

“For what?” He played dumb. You could see he noticed. 

“Everything. Being there for...” You couldn’t bear to speak it. “Taking care of me, this food...” 

“Can’t have you dying on me. Would have smelled worse than you already did.” 

“Oh...and that shower brawl...” looking up from your food. “THAT was certainly SOMETHING.” 

Crosshair grinned. “You owe me a new shirt.” 

“Do I, now? Well, don’t wear clothes in the refresher when you decide to throw me in.” 

He cocked an eyebrow while biting into a ration bar. 

“Then when I grab something, it’ll be foreplay.” 

Crosshair choked on his food. 

You stuffed yourself full. Satisfied, thanking Crosshair again (who rolled his eyes), and wandered back to your bunk. 

He had changed the bedding out while you were in the refresher. It was clean and the blanket turned over, inviting you to slide in. 

It felt wonderful burrowing into the clean sheets. 

But sleep was elusive tonight. 

The grief was still too much for you both. 

Two people alone on a dark, silent ship. The distance between you palpable. 

“Are...you awake?” he furtively asked with hushed tones in the dark. 

“Umhmm.” Intrigued as to why he asked. Sitting up and sliding your legs off to the side of the bunk. 

Silence. 

You sat there in the dark waiting for an answer. 

More silence... 

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...then Crosshairs hand gently smoothing away the hair from your temple. 

You immediately embraced him tightly. 

He falters for just a beat.  Body frozen for what seems like an eternity.  Would this scare him away? 

Then you feel his arms encircle you, lips upon your cheek...kissing down to your lips. 

Unable to hold back any further, you turn your head to meet his lips to yours. 

Mouths opening to breathe into the well of one another.  Sliding upon each other passionately.  Breaths furiously taken in between long heated kisses. 

Then parting quickly to pull the clothing from each other's body.  Almost ripping the cloth away from bare skin.  Occasional moans of longing for skin-to-skin contact. 

Finally free of constraints, he stops to visually take you in... 

...he’s waited SO LONG for this moment. Couldn’t help admiring your strength while rescuing him on Tantiss...but finding out you bonded romantically to Hunter... 

“I... I’m afraid...” Terror and shame on his face. 

This shocks you to hear such words fall from his lips. He’s so VULNERABLE...kneeling next to you proclaiming his feelings. 

You reach out and stroke the side of his face, then firmly grip this chin. “So am I. But it’s just the two of us now.” 

You both stare into the lonely abyss of each other's eyes. 

“And I CAN’T STAND being alone.” 

“Then you WON’T be...EVER” He reaches out across the space between, pulling you to his body. His heat, his need. 

You have your own need, your heat blazes HOT with his deep kisses. Tongues intertwining.  

Then he pulls away to bury his face next to your ear whispering EVERY DIRTY THING he’s going to do to you while nuzzling and nipping your ear. Rubbing his hard cock along your shin, sliding along the wetness it leaves behind. 

You moan loudly...” Oh...fuck me...” 

“Mhmm...” trailing his tongue down your neck. His hands caressing the inside of your thighs. Stopping just short of your sex. Teasing his fingers around it...teasing you into fever pitch. 

Your hand on his shoulder digs your nails into his flesh. He moans in ecstasy from the pain. Trailing down your chest to nip and lick at your nipples. Crosshair stares up adoringly with half hooded eyes. 

His hand casually brushes your sex and trails away. 

Smiling while he teases. 

You grip the edge of the bunk, bracing your feet on the floor, and buck out your hips in the air, gasping, baring your teeth. 

Then he playfully but firmly slaps your sex. 

It pisses you off while turning you on at the same time. The tension building. 

His cock is SO slippery against your leg. The breath coming from him labored and shaky. Tracing your thighs just so closely to where you want to be stimulated, then away again. 

“FUCK ME!” You growl deeply through your teeth.  Something FERAL awakening in you. Shaking, sweating, digging harder into his shoulder. It starts to bleed, and his eyes roll back in his head.  

His facial expression turns intense. He slaps your sex again. You moan louder, then growl again. 

The teasing. It’s driving you INSANE. 

He knows you’re about to lose it... 

Crosshair stops kissing your chest, put’s his snarky, sexy, come-fuck-me-face up to your ear...  

“...Mmm...bite me...” 

Back somewhere in your sexually addled lizard brain registers this could be literal instead of figurative. 

And he slaps you...ONE MORE TIME... 

Without thinking you sink your teeth into his other shoulder. Blood seeping into your mouth. 

Crosshair screams out in fevered sexual ecstasy...frotting his weeping cock furiously against your leg. 

His slapping hand comes back fully on your sex, furiously stimulating... 

...kneading... 

...filling up your intimate spaces... 

...sliding.... 

...you buck your hips tightly against the hand that services you... 

...as the pressure of your molars squeeze the flesh of his shoulder...it’s heavenly pressure...the taste of copper as you suck it down... 

Crosshair’s fevered thrusts of his hips. 

The fevered ministrations of his hand. 

Ragged breaths mixed with groans...whimpers... 

You release your mouth from his shoulder, as you gasp for air... blood trailing down his back from the punctures. Small crimson rivulets running down your chin, neck, across your erect nipples...you fall back...Pressing your head into the bunk...eyes widening...mouth open. His left hand on the small of your back like a spotter, his right sending you over the edge... 

Clenching your abdomen...you feel that tickle...the beginning of... 

Crosshair stops and pulls his hand away. You grab his arm devastated, angry even to be thwarted from your orgasm. 

Breathlessly “I want to FEEL you...from the INSIDE.” It’s not presented as a question. But he’s waiting for your consent. 

You reach down, stroke his sopping wet member. He moans and shudders. Then brush a ghost of a kiss across Crosshair’s forehead as you scoot fully onto the bunk and open yourself up to him. Your seductive gaze is inviting. 

Up off his knees, he slinks over you on the bunk. Staring like a hungry animal.  

For a fleeting moment, you don’t see Crosshair there...just Hunter. Your desire threatens to topple over into grief...all these emotions bubbling up from the surface. That scar will NEVER be totally healed. The sadness that will NEVER totally leave. 

Crosshair watches the subtle changes of your expression and senses this. He understands. While there are differences, it’s his loss too. 

He covers his body with yours, basking in the warmth skin to skin. Then takes your face in his hands. Touching foreheads, he whispers promises for you both in the future. All the things you will do together and the burdens you will both share and support each other through. Every one of them ends with a kiss as a promise.  

“I’m not Hunter...but...I’ll work on being a better man than I was in my past.”  

“I don’t want you to live in Hunter’s shadow. You’re different. Our relationship will be different.” 

Silence. 

“I’m SO SORRY you lost your brother.” 

Crosshair covers his face with his hand. Silent tears spill out between his fingers. 

You say no more and hold him tightly. Knowing it was A LOT for him to even let go like this. Knowing the relationship, he had with especially Hunter was fraught with so much emotional angst. And the heavy burden Crosshair holds about the horrible things he did at the end. 

You both lay there for some time wrapped up together in each other's arms...just being. Crosshair’s head resting on your chest, listening to your heartbeat. You rubbing gentle circles though his hair. 

Finally, he speaks, “Would you like me to finish?” Looking up at you seriously with those intense dark eyes. 

You read him like a book. He knows you too well now. There’s a deep care for one another. But you both know the sex tonight will be for dealing with the grief. That's ok though. It’s an unspoken agreement of how this will help the two of you bond and heal.  

You’ll both drink, fight, fuck, laugh, and all manner of things together while dealing with this shared grief. Whatever gets you by. It’ll bind you both thick as thieves. 

“Yes.” 

He kisses down your body to your sex. Licking, sucking, lavishing you with an intensity that prevents you from lying still. All the while grinding his returned erection into the sheets, soaking them. 

You both begin to get vocal. He adds more stimulation with his fingers, driving you wild. Grasping the bedding, you arch your back again. With the pressure in your core, his tongue wetly sliding over your sex...your breathing reaches a fever pitch...the tingling returns... 

“Crosshair...” 

He stops, sits up, gently pulls your hips to position, and slides his length into you. 

“Fuuuck...” he groans loudly, slowly pulling out, then slowly sliding in...he wants to feel it ALL. No rush. Just the amazing sensation...every inch...of him...against you... 

...sliding out... 

...sliding in... 

His legs are shaking. 

Your breath not just respirations but moans to the timing of his thrusts. 

...sliding out... 

...sliding in... 

Crosshair’s eyes are hooded in desire. He can see you’re about to cum. A crooked, horny smile crosses his face. 

The tingle becomes a wave... 

IT RUSHES THROUGH YOU like beautiful warm surf racing towards your sex... 

...and reaches its destination... 

You arch your back deeper...He’s watching you at the apex of your orgasm. Time seems to slow down for a few seconds. Eyes open with no angst, anger, judgement, spite, sass...his eyes...the window to a man WIDE OPEN at this moment in time. He’s telling you with his eyes what his voice could not.  

You’re staring above right into those eyes as your head presses just a centimeter deeper into the bedding...you inhale DEEPLY as those warm tendrils explode deep at the base of your core.  

Orgiastic moan-scream comes from your mouth so intensely you feel it in the roof of your mouth. Vision fuzzing out slightly. Tiny warm explosions of nerves firing everywhere in your body.  

Crosshair squeezes you tightly, screaming gutturally, eyes shut tight, and shuddering inside you with his own climax. Both of your sensory stimuli shut out to the outside world: Only aware of you both connected at the junction of your bodies.  

And then the orgasm dissipates like a wave being pulled back out to sea. Seafoam settling in and tickling the shoals of your sex.  

You feel warm and tingly...the rush of all those endorphins. He collapses gently on top of you. Gathering each other up in embrace. 

laying in each other’s arms realizing the future is wide open. It's a bit daunting...scary even. But you have each other. And, for now, that will do. 

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Somebody in a Bar - Jenni Hermoso x Reader

A/n: a fic I wrote last year when I was thinking about the pilot episode of Grey's Anatomy, enjoy! some scenes are implied to be spicy...

///

You were just somebody in a bar. She was just somebody in a bar.

Waking up before your alarm, you found your phone discarded on the floor with a mix of your clothes, and hers. Turning off your alarm, you managed to reach for your phone charger without falling off your bed, or disturbing the sleeping body next to you. Her arm was lazily hanging over your bare waist, even as you managed to plug your phone into charge, carefully rolling over to brush a lock of hair behind her ear.

A chill washed over you as you realised the blanket was no longer covering you, and you needed to get up. Quietly standing up, you swiped the blanket from her sleeping body, wrapping the blanket around yourself. Your eyes widened as the sleeping woman stirred, reaching over to grab the blanket and tug on it slightly, sleepily pouting at you.

Goosebumps ran up her skin as she pulled you and the blanket back onto the bed, on top of her. Her hands were warm on your waist, seeing her smirk at her show of strength, you swallowed nervously before readjusting the blanket to cover you both.

“Five more minutes…” she murmured, humming as your arms wrapped around her, resting your head on her chest to listen to her beating heart.

“I have to get ready for work. I can’t be late on my first day.” Trying to reason with her, you heard her hum in thought but she made no effort to move, pretending to go back to sleep.

“Fine. I’ll wake you up another way.” Your voice vibrated into her sternum as you began to wander your hands down her sides, seeing her smirk.

“Oh, really? And how do you plan to do that?” before her eyes flew open in shock, your fingers drawing patterns on her skin, tickling her almost brutally.

It didn’t take long before she bucked you off of her, leaving you to hover at the end of the bed on your knees, wrapping the blanket around yourself.

“That is, not what I thought would happen.” She complained, catching her breath as you smirked, tilting your head to the side.

“Well, as much as I would love to do everything you thought would happen, I have to get ready for work…” leaning down to kiss her quickly, you jumped away before she could catch you, fingers tangling with the edges of the blanket as she bit her lip.

“Are you sure I can't convince you to stay?”

“Last time I checked, I just moved into this place... but if you're so desperate not to leave... I am going for a shower." Escaping the clutches of the blanket, you made your way to the bedroom door, pausing to stare at her, looking her up and down not so subtly.

“Can I join?” she asked, sitting up on your bed, resting her hands on her knees to stare back at you.

“"I'm not opposed to it, but we can't take all day.” You explained, opening the bedroom door to head to your bathroom.

“I can be quick.” She justified herself, getting up to follow you.

“I know you can, but you might need some time to recover once I'm done with you.” You smirked, opening the bathroom door, not expecting her arms to wrap around your waist, or her lips against your ear.

“Is that a promise?”

“Why don’t you find out? Shower is right there.” You gestured to the shower in question, not expecting her to reach around you to turn it on. Her hands drifted all over you as you waited for the water to warm up, and the two of you to get in, or moreso, you rushed into the shower due to her excitement, and yours.

///

She had left your place with a smirk, saying she would hopefully see you around. She had to get to work too. She worked in sport apparently. If you had been more focussed, maybe you would have realised who she was before you were walking into the first team meeting with your new club. You were one of Barcelona’s new transfers, adding another right-back to their squad.

You paused in the doorway, looking around until one of the staff members spotted you, bringing you over to meet the Barcelona captain, Alexia, who in turn called over one of Barcelona’s left-backs for you to meet.

It was your laugh that caught her attention, Jenni turned her head to spot you laughing at something that Leila had said, doing a double take as she recognised your face, glancing up and down at you. She hadn’t realised she was grinning until she met Alexia’s raised eyebrow, gesturing for her to come over and meet you.

“This is our new right-back.”

You managed to keep your face calm as you recognised the woman who had just walked over, flickers of the events of last night and this morning running through your mind as you shook her hand, not expecting her to pull you into a hug. Goosebumps ran down your body at her touch, not seeing how she tensed at your arms around her waist as you gently hugged her back.

Jenni’s eyes followed you as you were introduced to the rest of your teammates, unable to talk to you until you were alone, heading out to get ready to train.

Jenni’s hand caught yours, pulling you around a corner away from everyone else.

“It’s you… you did not tell me you were transferring here. Did you not recognise me?” Jenni tilted her head to the side, slightly confused, but she couldn’t hide the smile on her face, seeing you again.

“I’m sorry, when was I supposed to recognise you, when you had your lips on my neck, or when my head was between your-” Jenni’s fingers covered your lips as she heard footsteps approaching, her eyes darkening as she felt your lips open, trapping her fingers between your teeth.

Raising your eyebrows in defiance, you only released Jenni’s fingers as you heard the footsteps getting closer, Leila revealing herself coming around the corner with a confused look on her face as she found Jenni with you. Jenni quickly wiped her hand on her shorts, following you and Leila outside to the training pitch, her eyes on you as you walked in front of her.

It took a while for you to approach Jenni when nobody else was around, but you were blunt with your question.

“Do you regret it?”

Jenni paused from bringing the water to her mouth, looking at you for a moment before replying.

“No. Do you?” Jenni watched as your eyebrows crinkled together slightly.

“Why would I? It’s not like you’re one of the captains, I don’t feel guilty about sleeping with you. It was fun. I’m, I’m not opposed to it happening again, if you’re not opposed to it, of course.” You replied, taking a sip of your water as Jenni looked you up and down, glancing around to see everyone was busy.

“I am not opposed to it happening again.”

“Stop looking at me like that though.” You replied, taking a step back with a smirk as Jenni raised an eyebrow.

“Like what?”

“Like you’ve seen me naked.”

“But I have.” Jenni whispered, getting a glare from you as you spotted someone looking over from your periphery.

“Snap out of it. My eyes are up here, and people are going to notice you thirsting!” you warned, amusement in your tone more than annoyance, but she wasn’t exactly subtle with how she was looking at you.

“I can’t. I have seen what’s underneath.” 

“You sound like a teenage boy.” You pointed out, turning your body slightly as Leila began to walk over.

“Can you blame me?” Jenni teased, unaware that Leila was walking over, even as your body language shifted.

“Not really, but you're not exactly subtle... focus on the ball, you can focus on me later. Hey, Leila, how's it going?” you waved as your fellow defender, but you heard Jenni’s question under her breath.

“How soon?”

“Such a horndog…” you whispered back, before waving bye to Jenni, and disappearing off to join your fellow defenders. You didn’t see how Alexia raised an eyebrow at Jenni, who was watching you walk away.

///

Jenni’s smile remained on her face, even through the meetings, until the first day of pre-season was over. You didn’t expect her to wait for you once the workday was over, but she found you heading towards your car. She ended up coming home with you though.

“I’m pretty sure there is something you might like in one of these boxes.” That was all that left your mouth before Jenni was helping you unpack the boxes of your belongings.

“Such a horn dog…” you murmured into her skin, Jenni’s hands on you the moment that the last box was unpacked.

“You accepted my help, what did you expect?” She began to banter, but your lips on her neck left her taking a sharp breath.

“You won’t find a jersey with your name on in there, you can stop eyeing my clothes.” You teased, noticing the way the forward was glancing at your closet.

“I bet it will not take long until there is one.” she smirked, her hands slipping up under your shirt.

“Maybe I'll get you in my jersey, who knows. Although you'd probably prefer wearing nothing at all… if last night is any evidence.”

“If it results with you pulling it off of me, why not?” Jenni teased, her hands moving further up, taking your shirt with her to remove it, “last night was only the beginning, cariño.”

“Maybe you could even keep it on-” you were cut off as your shirt was pulled over your head.

“Tempting… very tempting… I should have brought my jersey with me.” Jenni replied, biting her lip as her eyes drifted away from your face.

“Maybe next time, but for now… I saw how you looked at me in training.”

“Oh?”

“If you want payback for what happened before Leila walked around the corner, you’re wearing too many clothes for it.” Your statement shocked Jenni as you took control, pausing to make sure she was okay with it before heading towards your bedroom.

///

Turning up the next day, you couldn’t cover the marks that Jenni had left on your neck, although the rest were hidden by your training top. You had been more discreet however, so Jenni was able to keep all of hers hidden.

“Did you move here with your partner?” Ingrid innocently asked loud enough that the rest of the team overheard, interested in your answer. Biting your lip, you looked like you had been mauled by an animal with the number of hickeys on your neck, and the proud look on Jenni’s face made you want to facepalm.

You hummed, nodding slightly before you took too long to answer. So now your team thought you had a partner.

“You are lucky I was more discreet.” You whispered, catching Jenni later as she smirked at you.

“It is hard to control myself around you, bebé. So, I am your partner now?”

“I panicked. I couldn’t say my hookup from a bar gave me these… just be careful who you take your top off around, someone might get a nosebleed, or faint.” You replied, not looking Jenni in the eye as you looked over something you had to read.

“I'm not as reckless as you when trying to hide my hickeys… why did you panic? Embarrassed?” Jenni frowned slightly, but you sighed.

“Take me to dinner first, Hermoso. But I could never be embarrassed about you. I’m just not in the mood for anyone but you teasing me to be honest.” Flipping over the piece of paper, you scanned the other side.

“Good, I do not want to share you like that with anyone.” Jenni affirmed before she was called over to the rest of the forwards.

You let out a sigh as she walked away, watching from your periphery, “always so ready to strip, but I don’t mind that at all… just not in public anyway…”

///

“You can tease me however you want in private, but in public? Save the extremes for later, especially when the team is around.”

“Eh, they have seen it before… Alexia and I dated a while ago, we broke up, but we want to see each other happy. She is happy with her girlfriend.” Jenni explained as she drew patterns into your bare back, your head resting on her chest as you listened to her.

“I saw you watching me, when I was talking to Leila…” you murmured into her collarbone, pressing a kiss there afterwards.

“You seemed busy…”

“Never too busy for you… how does that song go? ‘Everybody’s watching her, whilst she’s looking at you’ that one…” you hummed the song quickly, not seeing the amused smile on Jenni’s lips.

“That song is right. You are all I can focus on.” Jenni raised an eyebrow as you moved your head to look her in the eye with a strange smile on your face, “What is that smile for?”

“That is a secret, for now. But Leila noticed I kept looking at you…”

“You were not subtle, bebé. You enjoyed my goal, yes?” Jenni’s fingers gently scratched your scalp, making you hum into her sternum this time.

“How could I not? You’re a top goal scorer after all…”

///

You didn’t expect the team to ask when they could meet your partner, apparently people could bring them to some sort of event the team were having.

“Um…I think she’s busy that night. She has a work event.” You weren’t technically lying about the work event, since Jenni was going to the team event.

“Oh, what does she work as?” Fridolina enquired, leaving you to pause, thinking of a way to explain it.

“Um… the job title is a mouthful…” you murmured, seeing Jenni trying to withhold her laughter at how you were now on the spot, your teammates waiting for an answer. Leila quirked an eyebrow, wondering what you were hiding as she saw the look on Jenni’s face.

“She works in the sports industry.” Jenni saved you from embarrassment, yet Leila could not help her question as it left her mouth.

“You have met her?” Disbelief in her tone, Leila had become a close friend to you on the team, but she had yet to meet your partner.

“Yes, she is a really good looking woman." Jenni complimented herself, unbeknownst to everyone but you and her.

“And I’m not?” you deadpanned, catching the team off guard as you raised an eyebrow.

“Oh no, you definitely are, you two look good together.” Jenni replied, seeing the amusement in your eyes as you smiled slightly.

“Gracias.”

“Jenni, they aren’t going to have a threesome with you!” Pere pointed out, taking a sledgehammer to the moment as you covered your mouth with your hand to stop laughing.

“Eh, I would not want that anyway, I don't like sharing.” Jenni maintained eye contact with you as she said that, making you playfully roll your eyes and reach for your drink.

“Will we meet her another time then?” the team innocently wondered as you sipped on your drink in thought.

“We will see, she’s quite busy, but maybe one day…” the conversation thankfully moved on to talk about someone else’s partner, even Alexia getting questions about her girlfriend.

Jenni glanced at you as you gently tapped the toe of your shoe into her ankle.

“You enjoyed watching that, didn’t you?”

“Oh I did, you didn't?” Jenni raised an eyebrow, resting her chin on her hand to give you her full attention.

“They're going to want to meet my partner one day, you know that right? What am I supposed to do?” you resisted running your hands down your face, instead looking at the menu in front of you

“I'm sure we can figure that one out.” Jenni replied, looking over your menu until she was jabbed in the side by Alexia, who passed her her own menu with a slightly confused glare.

“And in the meantime?” you spoke more into the menu but Jenni heard, her smirk hidden by her own menu as she looked over the options.

“We have some fun.”

///

That fun went on throughout the pre-season into the regular season and championship games. Nobody realised that you and Jenni looked at each other more than friends.

You’d gotten into September when you were asked about your partner again, but you said the truth. Your partner was busy… truth be told, Jenni actually had to attend a photoshoot that day anyway, so you were not lying.

“I wasn’t lying… with what I said to Irene. You have that photoshoot in Madrid…” you pointed out as you ran your fingers through Jenni’s hair, the show on tv long forgotten as Jenni looked up from where she was laying with her head on your chest.

“Have you ever been to Madrid?”

Jenni smiled as an idea developed in her head when you shook your head.

“Only seen Barcelona, and when we visit places for away games, but we don’t see much of the places, you know?” your fingers ran through Jenni’s hair again, your eyes drifting over to the tv show, but several minutes and apparently a vital chunk of the plot had been missed, so you had no idea what was going on in the episode.

///

Jenni ended up taking you to Madrid on your joint day off, her excuse being she was visiting family, whilst yours was that you went with your partner, who had a business meeting there and you both wanted to see the Spanish capital.

///

Training had become an interesting affair, since you and your fellow defenders often worked with Jenni, and her fellow forwards. Leaving the extremes, as you had put it, to after training, the tension between you two was flavourful as both of you ended up at your place or Jenni’s.

You weren’t sure how nobody had spotted how you’d sometimes turn up at the training facility at the same time, but somehow they hadn’t noticed. You had a feeling Leila was suspecting something, but it was more about how she hadn’t met your partner, and how cagey you were being about it.

“Are you and your partner, okay?” Leila enquired, the two of you were sat having milkshakes, scrolling through your phones in comfortable silence.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, we’re okay, she’s just, her schedule doesn’t work well with our football ones, mainly the events the team has… it’s hard to not be in public with her so much, but it’s not her fault, or mine.” You fumbled over your words, being careful with what you were saying as Leila gave you her full attention, nodding.

“How did Jenni meet her?”

“We were in a bar.” You played with the paper straw in your milkshake, hoping Leila didn’t ask for any more details, because you couldn’t be more detailed without fumbling, or lying to Leila. You weren’t lying to her, things were too complicated to explain.

///

October arrived, and the nominees were announced for the 2021 Ballon d’Or. The ceremony was at the end of next month, and several of your Barcelona teammates were on the list, including Jenni. It was Friday when the nominees were announced, with Barcelona playing an away game against Atlético Madrid the next day.

You couldn’t personally celebrate Jenni’s nomination with her in Madrid due to this, especially since you were not sharing a room with Jenni at the hotel, but you could sneakily text her as you laid in bed, Leila brushing her teeth in the bathroom as you rolled over under the hotel sheets.

Jenni was sharing with Alexia, so she had to be careful texting in case the Barcelona captain asked why Jenni was grinning at her phone so much, whilst Leila liked teasing you that you missed your partner since you were on your phone too much. Little did she know it was Jenni you referred to, and you two were only a few hotel rooms away, unable to be close to her.

You could feel Jenni’s eyes on you from the Barcelona bench, Leila was also on the bench this match, but you and some others had been rotated onto the starting XI, giving your other teammates a break this match.

You grinned at Mapi, who grinned back at you, both of you energised and ready for this match. Of course only Jenni knew where your pent up energy was coming from, having to try to hide her smirk as you kept Atlético Madrid on their toes.

“You slept well?” Jenni teased you on the way back to Barcelona, a rare moment where the two of you were out of earshot from the rest of your teammates.

“Dreaming of how to congratulate you on your nomination. My dream had you in less clothes though…” you teased, wiggling your eyebrows at the forward before your coffee order was called out, and you went to retrieve it. Jenni’s eyes widened, glittering with excitement as she watched you walk away.

///

Lingering in the doorway, you watched as Jenni picked out her earrings for the occasion, smiling as she met your eyes in the mirror.

“You are drooling, bebé.” Jenni teased, laughing as you hurriedly wiped at your mouth, finding that you had in fact not drooled everywhere.

“Can you blame me?” you replied, folding your arms around your torso to stop yourself from wrinkling Jenni’s outfit by running your hands over it.

“No, I can’t. I know I’m hot.” Jenni smirked, walking over to you after double-checking her make-up for the event she was going to. You weren’t sure why she had decided to get ready at home, with a lack of makeup artists present, but it meant you got to see what she was going to wear. Compared to the Ballon d’Or ceremony, where you wouldn’t be able to see her, or her outfit.

“So cocky.” You held your arms tighter around yourself, gaze on the floor as you felt Jenni’s gaze on you, wearing your comfy clothing compared to her fancy event outfit.

“You love it though.” Jenni hooked her finger under your chin, guiding you to look her in the eye with a soft smile.

“I can’t deny that.” Your gaze slowly drifted up and down from her eyes to her shoes and back, biting your lip but your eyes glowed with admiration. She looked stunning.

“Can I kiss you, or will it ruin your make-up?” you were hesitant to even put your hands on Jenni, even as she cupped your face in her hands.

“A small one, okay?” Jenni bargained, seeing your pout as she pulled away quickly from the kiss.

“It’s too bad I don’t get to take this off of you.”

“Later, bebé, later. If you are still here when I come back?” Jenni tilted her head to the side, raising an eyebrow as you hummed in thought.

“I can entertain myself until you come back.” You moved to step out of the doorway but Jenni caught your wrist, raising an eyebrow at your comment.

“I was going to watch tv. Get your mind out of the gutter, hermosa.” 

“Good. Don’t touch what is mine.”

“I’m not watching Prison Break.” You smirked, understanding what Jenni meant but the obliviousness wound her up, knowing she had to leave, “it’s too bad you can’t stay and watch, but you have your fancy event to go to.” You waved, picking up the tv remote to find something to watch.

“Don’t tempt me.” Jenni warned you, your eyebrow raised in challenge as you laid down on the couch.

“I suppose, I could just watch tv, then you can have a present when you get back, so we both win tonight.” You suggested, glancing at the clock, knowing Jenni needed to head out.

“I like the sound of that.”

“You should go, before you end up running late…” you pointed out, opening the tv guide to try to find a streaming service to watch from.

Jenni glanced at you before nodding and saying goodbye, her footsteps heading towards the door when she heard you hurrying after her.

Quickly kissing Jenni, the forward beamed as you nuzzled into her carefully, not wanting to ruin her outfit before the event.

Deep down, both of you wished that Jenni could stay, but she had to go to the event. The soft nuzzling Jenni received would turn into something completely different once she returned from the event later that night…

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October and November passed more quickly than you realised, until it was almost December and there was talk about a winter dinner, or was it a party? You weren’t sure, but you had been asked if you’d be bringing your partner to it, but your mind was still in the gutter about Jenni’s outfit to the Ballon d’Or ceremony. Alexia had ended up winning, but Jenni ended up with a different award once she was back from Paris, especially since she had ended up coming second for the trophy.

“Hello? Anyone in there?” Ingrid raised an eyebrow, Leila even waving her hand in front of your face but you were zoned out, face burning once you snapped out of your daydream and met their confused gazes.

“What were you daydreaming about?” Ingrid enquired, leaving you to nervously chuckle, not giving her or Leila an answer as you chugged on your water.

///

You had been running late to meet the team, getting distracted by Jenni’s lips and well, now you were running late, plus your car was still in the garage, so Jenni had to drive you.

Walking in together, your pinkie finger tangled with Jenni’s, the two of you wrapped up in your worlds until getting to the door. You held it open for Jenni, the two of you only separating as you walked in, not realising the team had seen you walk up together through the window.

///

“What happened to your partner?” Fridolina looked confused, but you could almost hear the thoughts in your teammates’ heads as you realised that the truth was out.

“She… Jenni is my partner... um?” you turned to Jenni nervously, looking at her with anxiety. Were you allowed to say that?

“I told you her partner is good looking.” Jenni casually teased the group, throwing her arm around your shoulders comfortingly.

“Wait, wait, when did this even happen?”

“You were talking about yourself?”

“Not too long ago, and yes, I was talking about, I’m surprised none of you realised before.” Jenni teased, but you gently poked her.

“Five months. We met the night before the first day of pre-season training.”

“Five months?” Jenni murmured, doing the maths in her head whilst you struggled to answer the next question.

“So when you said you moved here with your partner?”

“It wasn’t true, but I could not step forward and say I was the one turning their neck that shade.” Jenni almost had a proud smirk as she said that, whilst the others choked, remembering how it had looked like an animal had mauled you.

“It was more than their neck... wait that was you? They looked like they had been mauled by an animal!" Leila realised, her eyes widening as you snorted.

“I may have gotten carried away…” Jenni didn’t seem regretful in the slightest, continuing to speak, “but they did not complain, so they must have enjoyed it just as much, yes?” Jenni turned her gaze to where you were looking at her with wide eyes, wondering how much she was going to divulge with the team.

“Who asked who?”

“Uh…” you fumbled at Alexia’s question, seeing an amused glint in her eye as she looked between you and Jenni.

“I mean… I approached you in the bar?” you looked at Jenni, who took a moment to think then answer.

“Nobody really asked anyone? You approached for a hookup-”

“Are you two dating or just fuc-”

Mapi’s question was cut off as you turned to Jenni.

“I went to the bar because it was that or spend the evening unpacking all those boxes, but that was five months ago, and it’s clearly been more than a hook-up since then. So are we? Dating?” you explained yourself, seriousness in your tone for a moment.

“I am glad you did not go for the second option… and I thought we were already dating.” Jenni admitted, cupping your face with her hands and smiling when you nuzzled into them.

“I’m glad too, or my night would have been a lot less fun… just making sure I didn’t read this wrong, so does that mean we’ve been dating for five months or is there another benchmark? We got pizza and watched that movie at mine on the Friday after…”

“I agree, it was definitely the most fun that night could have been.” Jenni smirked, the memories in her head making her shift slightly in her chair.

“We did not need to know that…” Fridolina murmured, whilst Leila grimaced, “we saw them look like they got mauled by an animal, that is all we need to know about their sex lives.”

Leila grimaced even more when she saw the smirk on your face, the expression familiar from whenever you had been around Jenni.

“At least I know how to be discreet… if we say all those times were dates, then it’s about 5 months.” You concluded but Jenni let out a huff.

“Discreet? You almost got us caught on day two.”

“Let’s not traumatise Leila with those details.” You pointed out, but the look of alarm on Leila’s face implied you had already put your foot in it and done so, “too late…” 

Jenni almost reached over to cover your mouth so you’d stop speaking, but she knew better, raising an eyebrow at your smirk, having figured out what she was about to do.

“What did you almost walk in on, Leila?”

“Trust me, she does not want to know.” Jenni interjected, leaving Leila looking at you with wide eyes, whilst you looked down at your hands, feeling slight shame for the way this conversation had gone.

You ended up apologising to Leila after, but your fellow defender whacked you playfully on the arm, pointing out that you were apologising for what she almost saw, not for what you had been doing in that moment.

You ended up going home with Jenni, who pointed out you had five months worth of anniversaries to celebrate in one night.

You woke up the next day to it being the afternoon, Jenni was half awake as you pulled the blanket over you both, her arm lazily over your exposed back as you shuffled closer, pressing kisses to her face.

“That was probably the best night we’ve had so far…”

“Better than the first?” you teased, Jenni’s hands running up and down your sides making you hum.

“By far. Although I was amazing that night too.”

You laughed at Jenni’s response, resting your forehead on her shoulder as you snuggled into her.

Your phone had lit up with messages later, ones from telling you that you and Jenni had to get a couples villa so nobody would hear you two in Ibiza, to discourse amongst themselves wondering how you and Jenni had failed to recognise each other, but it was Mapi who deadpanned that after a few drinks, there was clearly only one focus. 

Apparently it had also explained why Jenni was so happy during pre-season, with Jana pointing out that you and Jenni had arrived to training together more than once. Leila defended you, adding that your car had been in the garage since mid-November, since she had been the one to pick you up from the garage, but nobody on the team had seen the signs that Jenni was your partner, even when neither you nor Jenni had been that secretive. 

Jenni had said your partner worked in sport, which was what Jenni did. Jenni had also called herself good looking, which Mapi pointed out with an eye-roll emoji. Alexia had even been questioned, but all Jenni’s ex had said was what was the truth. Jenni was happy, and Leila added onto it, saying you were happy too.

That was all that mattered. You and Jenni were happy.

“Hey-” you let out a whine as Jenni gently nudged your phone from your hand, replacing it back on the bedside table before she began to press her lips to your bare spine. An appreciative hum vibrated through your body as you turned your head to look at her.

“Te amo…” finally admitting something you knew back when Leila had asked you about how you and your partner were doing when getting milkshakes.

Jenni smiled as she shuffled up the bed, continuing to press kisses up your spine until she reached the back of your neck, burying her face in it with a soft sigh.

“Yo también te amo, bebé…” Jenni admitted she loved you too, smiling as you rolled onto your back, pressing your lips to hers.

[brienneoftarth1989]

Yes Captain part 6

Captain Phasma x fem reader

Previous / Next / Series

Summary: You and Phasma get paired together to go out on a mission however you both end up stranded due to an error with the aircraft which you got injured by. Phasma finally confesses to you how she feels but is she too late?

Warnings: graphic injury, near death?, aircraft crash

Requests open

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You made your way to Supreme Leader Snoke’s office and you weren’t impressed by the scene you entered in on. Snoke sat at his desk looking as annoyed as ever and in the chair opposite him was Phasma who had her back to you.

You really couldn’t be bothered to deal with them today and you had no idea why you had both been called to Snoke’s office. Were you in trouble? Does he know what happened between the two of you? Well you were about to find out.

You sat down next to Phasma in the chair next to her and waited for Snoke to say something. “So I’m sure you’re both wondering why I have called you in here today. We have had a new aircraft designed and I want the two of you to take it out on a test run” he said sternly as he grasped his hands together.

“Why us though?” You asked Snoke wondering why the two of you out of all people had to do this. “Because you y/n are my best mechanic which means that if anything were to go wrong I know you can fix it and Phasma I’m sending you because you are the best stormtrooper I have. I thought you both would be honoured that I had selected you both. Clearly I was wrong” he said leaning back into his chair, looking annoyed at the both of you.

“No! I am honoured, I really am. I guess I just wasn’t expecting to be called upon that’s all. We will head down to the aircraft now and set off. We will let you know how it runs when we arrive back at the flagship” you said quickly before standing up and leaving the room.

You couldn’t be bothered to wait for Phasma so you quickly stormed out of the room and headed down to the landing strip hoping to find the new aircraft. As you were walking down you decided to look to see if Phasma was behind you. She wasn’t. Would she even decide to come? You really couldn’t care to be honest.

As you finally arrived at the landing strip you could see the new aircraft standing to the side of the runway. It was beautiful. It was a small slick aircraft and you knew at first glance that it would have some power behind it. You walked up to the aircraft and just admired its beauty.

Ok first you needed to do safety checks. Once they were done you would be ready to set off. Hopefully Phasma has decided that she doesn’t want to come and won’t bother showing up. You made your way around the aircraft carrying out the usual safety checks you would do before every flight.

Once you knew everything was in order you got changed into your flight uniform. Once you knew you were ready you looked around for Phasma but still couldn’t see her around at all. Was she even going to show up? At this point you didn’t really care.

You opened up the door of the aircraft and waited for the stairs to come down. When they had finally descended you climbed up the steps and made your way to the cockpit. The controls looked the same as most of the other aircrafts so you knew that it would be fairly easy to fly. You then did your internal safety checks.

That didn’t take long and the only person you were waiting for now was Phasma. You got up from your seat and went to the door to exit the aircraft. As you were about to get down and look for Phasma you could finally see her walking towards the aircraft kitted out in her armour.

You were annoyed at yourself finding the scene unfolding in front of you hot as fuck. The last thing you wanted to think about was her but how could you when she looked like that. You decided you didn’t want to get caught staring so you made your way back to the cockpit and sat down in the pilot seat.

Phasma didn’t take long to board the aircraft and she was not impressed that you were sitting in ‘her’ seat. “Move” she growled at you. “Why? I am the one who knows more about aircrafts” you snapped back at Phasma as you looked at her clearly annoyed. “I don’t care! I am your superior so move!” She shouted at you.

You got up and moved into the co-pilot seat as you really couldn’t be dealing with Phasma and her foul mood. You knew that if you tried to intervene she would snap at you so you just sat back and let her do all the work. She started up the aircraft and made her way over to the runway.

Within a blink of an eye you were travelling at full speed and were taking off into the dark empty void in front of you. As Phasma flew the aircraft you both just ended up in silence. It was awkward and you could cut the tension with a knife. You didn’t really know what to say and even if you did say anything there was a good chance that she would snap at you anyway.

So you did the one thing you could do, absolutely nothing. She didn’t want your help so what was the point in trying to give it to her. So you sat back in your seat and enjoyed the view in front of you as Phasma flew around the void of space. You watched as you flew past planet after planet. You were getting bored though and was wondering when you would be heading back to the flagship.

Just as you were about to open your mouth to ask, the siren in the cockpit started blaring at you both. You both looked at one another in complete panic wondering what the hell was going on. “The aircraft is malfunctioning! I’ve lost control” Phasma shouted at you as you quickly sat up trying to help gain control over the aircraft again.

You started pressing a load of buttons that would normally help gain control of the aircraft but nothing was working. “Fuck sake! Did you not do safety checks before we left y/n?” Phasma screamed at you. “Why am I getting the blame! If you had come down with me at the same time you would have seen me carry safety checks inside and out. I am not incompetent! Why would I put us at risk to spite you!” you practically screamed back at Phasma.

She was taken aback by your sudden outburst but the only thing you could both think about at that moment was trying to safely land this aircraft. As the aircraft was hurtling through space you saw another planet coming into view. “There! We need to try and get into that planet's gravitational field. Hopefully we might be able to crash land there before getting help” you pointed out to Phasma.

“Try and help me guide the aircraft towards that planet” she said as she grabbed the control column. You did the same as you both tried your hardest to get the aircraft to go in the right direction. It was definitely tough but as you were both working together you finally managed to control the aircraft for a brief minute.

That didn’t last long however. Once you managed to get the aircraft on the right course you both lost complete control of the aircraft once again. The only thing you both could do now was let gravity take control of the aircraft and pray that you would both make it out alive. You were crash landing and there was always the possibility that one or both of you wouldn’t survive.

You both just looked at one another. You were panicking and Phasma wasn't showing any emotion. You couldn’t even tell if she was scared or not. “We are gonna be fine. I’ve crash landed loads of times and I’m still here” she said . You couldn’t tell if she was trying to comfort you or not.

Either way it wasn’t making you feel much better. The planet was starting to get closer and closer which meant gravity was finally taking over the aircraft. As the aircraft hurtled towards the unknown planet fire started to surround the nose of the ship confirming you were now entering the planet's atmosphere.

That’s when the sirens got louder telling you both to pull up. All you could was grip your chair for dear life and pray that you would both make it out alive. You didn’t want to die and you especially didn’t want to die with Phasma why you were both still angry at each other. It felt like you were waiting forever for the aircraft to hit the ground.

It was only about a minute before the aircraft finally collided with the ground. You gripped the chair for dear life praying for this all to be over. All you could do is close your eyes and wait. You felt the whole aircraft shake before then having pain hurtle through your body and then everything around you stopped.

You were in so much pain and you didn’t want to open your eyes. You didn’t want to think about whether Phasma was hurt and you definitely didn’t want to look to see what was causing you pain. You just felt this huge pressure against your body and pain. Lots of pain.

“Fuck! Y/n are you ok?” Phasma screamed at you. That’s what caused you to open your eyes immediately. You looked at Phasma who seemed to be fine. Her armour protected her from the worst of it. You watched as she unbuckled herself from her chair and made her way over to you.

She placed her hand on your cheek to comfort you which caused you to hiss in pain. You finally decided to look down to see the extent of the damage. One of your legs had snapped and was facing the wrong way completely and you were being crushed by a tree that had smashed into the front of the aircraft.

As you took a closer look you realised that one of the sharp branches has embedded itself in the top of your thigh. You were in shock. You looked at Phasma who didn’t know how to react. “Hey look at me, stay with me. It’s going to be alright. We are going to get out of here. Just stay with me” she begged as you watched her take off her helmet.

She was crying which caused you to start crying as well. You weren’t ready to die. Not yet. You still had so much to live for but with the extent of your injuries and the lack of communication you didn’t have any hope that you would be getting out alive.

All you could do is sit back in the chair and steady your breathing. Phasma quickly stood up and started to pace around the ship hoping she could find some way to communicate with her crew back on the flagship.

After rummaging around she finally found a radio which meant she would be able to communicate with someone to try and get you both help. “Mayday! Mayday! This is Captain Phasma! We have gone down! I repeat we have gone down! We need backup asap! Please y/n is in critical condition!” She shouted down the radio.

You managed to hear some muffled response but you were in too much pain to even focus on what Phasma and the other person were talking about. “Don’t worry y/n help is on the way. Just hold on it’s going to be alright” she said to you as she gripped your hand tightly trying her best to comfort you.

You looked down at your leg and there was blood everywhere. You then looked up at Phasma and gave her a worried look. “I don’t think I’m going to make it” you managed to whisper. “Don’t you dare say that y/n. You are going to make it. They won’t be long and we are both going to make it” she said to you confidently but you could tell she was just as worried.

“I’m losing too much blood. I will be amazed if I make it out of here alive. I just wanted to say I’m sorry for these last few weeks. The last thing I want to think about when I think of you is how angry I was at you. I loved every minute with you” you whimpered as you felt tears start streaming down your face.

You were feeling faint now and you had no idea how much longer it would be before you took your last breath. “I should be the one apologising to you! I used you and then pretended that you didn’t exist. The truth is y/n is that I love you! I’m not one that deals with big feelings and when they tend to pop up I ignore it. I thought if I ignored you then the feelings would go away but they didn’t. I felt things for you even before the training sessions and now I fear I’ve left it too late! Please don’t leave me y/n, I love you so much and I’m not ready to spend my life without you” Phasma cried out.

You wanted to respond but the whole world went black!

[lol-jackles]

Looking at the trial(see # Rust tag on twit for sourcing) I see there were bullets obviously left lying around, the safety on set was a total failure, the producers hired someone for two jobs who wasn't experienced enough for one. This was obvious enough that the crew walked off. This was obvious enough that a few days before, Guiterrez was taken to task (and then given "space" when she vented, wtf) The actor before Jensen developed a "conflict." Why would anyone fail to object and shut it down?

And there was a possibility that Hannah was high from cocaine. Any empathy I had for her went out the window when she handed the "set Mom" a bag of cocaine and assumed she would hold on to it without question.

Hannah admitted to loading the gun herself, and failing to properly check the rounds. The evidence points towards her as the source for the live rounds, and that she failed to identify them multiple times throughout production.

That said, Baldwin and the rest of the producers were being cheap when they hired her, made her work a second job as prop master, and now she's being used as a scapegoat. Not to say she's not responsible, she definitely is as she loaded the guns and failed to properly check the rounds as well as the source for the live rounds, but she's certainly not the worst person on that set.

I want to know which producer thought it was a swell idea to hire an inexperienced armorer with no apprenticeship in a job with one credit to her name on a Western film full of guns and gunfights. It’s like hiring a first-year pilot school student to fly a 747 by themselves.  And the pilot is high on cocaine.

This set was a shit show and created a perfect storm for something like this to happen. Many failures in organization and safety. Plus the union and crew issues.

I’ve been a background actor and an extra on several shows and independent movies with a lot of guns, and even where a bullet was meant for me (collateral damage when a hitman missed his target).  In every one of them, the armorer, prop master, and the AD handled the gun in all the scenes to verify it is not loaded.  I’m also a gun owner and permit holder and we’re taught that no one should ever take a gun from someone and assume that it is unloaded.  Always check for yourself.  One very memorable experience on a movie set the armorer handed the gun to several people on set to verify that it was not loaded, including me because he knew I was a permit holder. So as you can see, a gun goes through several hands to verify it is not loaded before given to an actor.   But on the day of the Rust fatality, there was no armorer on site of the scene, and the AD never checked the gun to verify it was not loaded.

Conditions on outdoor standing set ranging from sucky to terrible are expected: the bugs, the weather, the hours, the young angry PAs, and the producers having mental breakdowns.  And yes, shortcuts are constantly taken by disregarding safety protocols, especially on low-budgeted/shoe string-budgeted films. There were a few times I thought I was going to get hurt or maimed in car scenes and it didn’t even involved car chases, just idiots driving and talking at the same time.  But firearm safety protocol were never disregarded, at least from what I’ve witnessed.   

Hundreds of thousands of action and war movies and police procedural tv shows, injuries or death from guns are very rare: 3 total in 37 years, though that is cold comfort for Halyna Hutchin's family.  

[radiostatik]

Would you consider yourself more of a Hazbin Hotel or a Helluva Boss fan, or are you into the entire Helluvaverse fandom as a whole?? I've known some folks who are fans and care more about Helluva than Hazbin and I've met others who care and love Hazbin more than Helluva, I'm someone who falls into the second category and even when I was a HB fan, I've honestly always loved Hazbin and it's characters more, IMO. I also wanted to ask if you have any concerns and worries for HH since it's not that far from release and we only have a couple of months, HB S2 hasn't been the best and some have expressed their concerns for HH as HB hasn't been the best honestly, I honestly wanted to know your thoughts if you don't mind responding and answering, it's up to you! 💗

I don't mind answering questions at all!

When Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss both released their pilots these were my first thoughts

Hazbin Hotel: I was awestruck by the pretty and unique art style and animation, I thought the jokes were pretty funny, and it seemed to have a lot of heart. I loved Charlie, she makes a perfect protagonist for taking place in hell. She's clever, optimistic, good hearted, but not afraid to throw a punch.

Sir Pentious was so silly, and had such a fun, hilarious dynamic with Angel Dust.

Alastor drew me in with his goofy, non chalant subtle sadistic personality, along with his old times radio voice that sounds straight outta the 30's.

I enjoyed the pilot and had a lot of hope that it would be a good series. An adult comedy with an appealing art style, an lots of heart is hard to find.

Now let's talk about Helluva Boss

I decided to check out the pilot, but it's whole existence weirded me out. I was like, "Why are you making a pilot for another show right after just making one? Why not just make episode 2? Isn't it a bit early to be making a spin off of a show that has barley started? The view count also said a lot, with Hazbin Hotel Pilot having almost double the views of the Helluva Boss Pilot. And I can see why.

The characters... aren't all that likable. They are all just mean to each other. I know Millie loves Moxxie, she gaslights him when he's rightfully upset.

There's a noticeable difference between the main couple in Hazbin (Chaggie), and the main couple in Helluva (M&M):

For example

Chaggie:

Vaggie: *Is rightfully upset at Angel, but is getting a little too worked up*

Charlie: *Agrees with her and tells Angel what he did was not cool, tell Vaggie to try to relax, things will be okay.*

Meanwhile M&M:

Moxxie: *Is rightfully upset at Blitz for stalking and filming him and Millie , but is maybe getting a little too worked up*

Millie: "It's not that big a deal" "Calm down, you're gonna have another panic attack"

👁👄👁 Millie wtf. How do you not validate your husband's concerns and condem Blitzo's action.

The whole Helluva Boss Pilot has terrible pacing. We have a flashback within a flashback, the first few times seeing it I was so confused. When Loona says "Come on, you know why", I expected the next flashback to explain the "Moxxie is fat" joke. But there's no explanation. Just another scene of Loona being mean I guess?

The next scene is of Loona telling Blitz he has a phone call. These flashbacks are supposed to show us how mean Loona is. But the Stolas phone call... doesn't show that. It just shows how Blitz has another problem because this one night stand is acting really clingy. We then get the flashback, within the flashback, of Blitz stealing the book.

Blitz says the line "If I hadn't slept with that privileged asshole, non of us would have access to the living world." Nothing wrong with this line, but the way it's delivered makes it seem like having access to the living world is a bad thing?? Maybe the line would make more sense if he said "Sleeping with that privileged asshole is the ONLY reason we have access to the living world." It still works even with Moxxie saying "You what?😶"

There are a few funny lines in the HB Pilot, but a lot more gore. The only "gore" in Hazbin are egg yokes, and some blood from an insect Katy kills with her pen.

The gore in Helluva is amped up and a bit disturbing. A child is shot, then mutilated. That scene made me sick to me stomach.

The kid wasn't even that mean. He said to Moxxie "If I wanted to hear from a spineless jackals, I'd Rip out your spine." Implying that Moxxie DOES have a spine.

Speaking of the kid, how did he enter hell without turning into a demon? How are they able to shoot him without him responding back into Hell? Why did I.M.P. even take him with them? Give him back to his mom or just leave him where you found him! It's weird to think they cared enough to take him with them, yet they'd kill him despite not getting any money for it.

I'd love to get into the other Helluva episodes, but maybe if I get another ask about it.

There are some thing I like about Helluva, but a lot of things I dislike. So, yeah I'm more of a Hazbin fan, but I still somewhat enjoy Helluva and look forward to new episodes coming out. (No matter how disappointing some of them have been)

Do I have any fears about Hazbin Hotel coming out?

I'm glad it's finally coming out, but I'll be honest, I wish it were under better circumstances. This is not the way I wanted it to happen. The entire voice cast has been replaced, the animation style has changed, the main characters all received major downgrades with their redesigns, and major characters that were part of the original lineup (Baxter, Mimzy, + Crymini) all appear to have been dropped from the series. So much for female focused.

I'm still excited for it tho because it will still have Charlie and Vaggie, and we will hopefully get to see more concrete proof that they are a couple within the series.

I'm hoping the new voice actors will do the characters justice, but I'm still not over how Viv screwed the pilot cast over in the way that she did.

[highlordofkrypton]

Day 5, Prompt 1 of @tamlinweek: Shapeshifter

Notes: I've already written a couple of Shapeshifter-Faerie Tamlin scenes, so I wanted to see if I could put a twist to the prompt. So, welcome to Pacific Rim!AU ACOTAR. This fic is ongoing and multi-ship.

I'll probably put the masquerade prompt in this fic, too. Trust the process 👌

Read Courting the Apocalypse on AO3 or below the cut.

THE FIRST ATTACK

They came out of nowhere—somewhere deep in the sea, a place no one could follow.

The first attack happened in Australia, on the coast, and before long the massive creature was dragging itself into the city, destroying the lives of thousands. It had taken five days for the air force to take it down, in tandem with the military, and any other goddamn fighting force at our disposal. But the damage was done.

We called these creatures kaiju.

And that first guy? That first big, ugly, fucker? We called him Hybern—a level one kaiju that came back after the winter. We thought we had him, but whatever death we saw was a retreat. He waited, recuperated and hibernated until it popped up on our sensors again.

After the first attack, we knew we needed to change. We need to get bigger, faster, stronger. We needed to defy what we were in physicality by using what set us apart as the dominant species of this planet—our brilliance. We were no longer at the top of the food chain, but not for long.

And that is how the Jaeger program was born.

Giant mech suits that allowed us to change our shape and meet those things on a level playing field. We were knights—fuck, we were goddamn superheroes. We were anything but helpless little humans once the world came together and started sharing all their innovations, coming together against a single enemy. We could be whatever we wanted, fight in whatever way felt right. Plasma guns? Check. Swords? Check. Rocket launchers? Hell yeah.

But it wasn’t always good, and it wasn’t always shit.

My father was a part of the initial Jaeger Program, and he was the commander of Western Shatterdome of the Pan-Pacific Defense Force. My brothers were rockstars. They were the first dual pilot-team—the first soldiers who were able to set aside their hangups, their wants and needs, and blend into one another as one. They became our cause, and they became everything we needed.

Until me and my co-pilot killed them.

PRESENT DAY

“You need a new partner.”

“No.”

“Tam, will you slow down.”

“No.”

The auburn-haired soldier jogs beside his friend until he can stand his way; he can barely get Tamlin to stop, and much less look at him. A thick white bandage covers his eye, and Lucien knows that’s exactly why his friend won’t look at him. He sighs, trying to catch his gaze.

“It wasn’t your fault. None of it was. Not this, not what happened back then. If that’s what’s stopping you—”

“It’s not.” Tamlin snaps, looking at the metal walls of the hallway. The shatterdome isn’t made for comfort, it’s cold, utilitarian efficiency. Right now, it’s a lot more comforting than the warmth (and forgiveness) Lucien is offering him. “I’m done.”

After two partners, both of which that ended in some kind of tragedy, Tamlin gets the message. He’s not made for this fucking life. He can’t keep his partner safe, and he sure as hell can’t help his other teammates. What? Lucien doesn’t think he knows what they say about him? The PPDC are a superstitious bunch; the rangers have their rituals, and he wouldn’t be surprised that on their next deployment, if they manage to coerce him to get into one of those godforsaken machines again, they’d steer clear of him. Bad luck is contagious.

“Just go see. Andras found her manning an abandoned model two alone. Do you know how insane that is? Do you know who the only other pilot is who did that successfully? Will you,” Lucien snaps, grabbing Tamlin’s face to look at him. “It’s not your fault. I’ve been in your head. I know that you’re beating yourself up over guilt that doesn’t belong to you. I knew what I was in for signing up for this shit.”

His amber eyes search Tamlin’s emerald ones, finding all the grief he wishes wasn’t there. Lucien sighs, shoulders slouching.

He remembers the first time he jumped into Tamlin’s head—the fear and the anger had been so overwhelming. More importantly, the desperate cry to keep others out of his head was deafening. Lucien wonders if he’s the one that’s in the wrong, if he’s asking Tamlin to sacrifice himself for ‘the cause’.

“There’s so few of us left,” he says softly. Pilot compatibility has dropped over the years. Hell, there isn’t even enough people to test. The war against these monsters has worn hope down. “Someone has to believe in the PPDC. If it could be me, you know I’d free you.”

“If it’s not you, I’m not doing it,” Tamlin says softly. “We are one.” He shaped himself to Lucien—he slotted himself against his heart and mind. To abandon Lucien is to abandon a part of himself. It has to be him.

But it can’t. The second Lucien steps into the Drift, he’ll rob both of them of their left peripheral view. He knows they could adapt; he knows that Tamlin is so damn stubborn, he’d give Lucien his sight back like a healing, avenging angel. Pair that weight along with the responsibility Tamlin feels for Lucien, he’d be taking too much of the mental load. It’s a risk that he can’t take.

Lucien pulls Tamlin close, pressing their forehads together. “Just because I’m not in there with you, doesn’t mean I won’t be there with you.”

Tamlin eases at his touch, and listens. He closes his eyes, latching onto that familiar voice that’s lived in his mind for years.

“I’ve asked for a transfer to LOCCENT. I might not be in your head, but I’ll be in your ear.” Lucien grins.

“What?" You’ve been planning this the whole time?”

“Yeah? Do I look like a quitter to you?”

No, Lucien doesn’t quit. Lucien is a fighter, through and through. To think, they’d sold Lucien to Tamlin as the failure of a legacy family, just like he was. To think, they’d made the best team—brain and brawn.

“Fine, I’ll go see her.”

“Good man,” Lucien pats Tamlin’s cheek, affectionately. His smile falters, as his hand slips to Tamlin’s shoulder. “I need you to know. He’ll be there. He’s still looking for a partner.”

Well, fuck.

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TBB S2 EP 11: Metamorphosis

right from the get go already looks like cliché horror film intro (this initially made me dislike the ep, mainly bc we have too many bad horror films playing at the cinema where I work rn, but dw I came around)

the music was actually chillingly different than usually and continued into the scene in which Dr. Hamlock was introduced. I liked that, but in a bad way

the closeup on his hand confirms that the Zillo Beast ate it, no this is not up for discussion, Zillo Beast had himself a treat

I'm kinda coming around on Nala Se, ngl

Also for as uneasy Dr. Hamlock makes me, I feel like we're finally getting a high-quality villain on TBB and I'm here for it

BAD BATCH TELLING CID OFF BAD BATCH TELLING CID OFF BAD BATCH TELLING CID OFF

HUNTER WANTING TO CUT CID OFF HUNTER WANTING TO CUT CID OFF HUNTER WANTING TO CUT CID OFF

Cid, being a huge dick:

Me:🤨🤨🖕🖕🖕

I like watching Wrecker show off how smart he is. He knows all the weapons and how to use 'em. Yes. :D.

"Whatever did this wasn't human." <- I find that an interesting sentence, considering this is Star Wars. If this was a show that took place on earth, somewhere where it was unlikely for an animal to be, that line would've been chilling. In Star Wars? Not so much. Humans are only one of many species in that galaxy and while I do believe that clones = humans, via star wars lore, that doesn't apply. Clones are classified as their own species, meaning technically they aren't human. I'm probably over thinking this but whatever, the line struck me as oddly placed

"By yourself?" "Your concern is not warranted. I will be fine." <- ok, Tech ik you got the whole cool, logical, I-know-what-I'm-doing-vibe going on, but I gotta tell you, the person who says that in horror films dies first.

OFC THE MEDICAL EQUIPMENT IS KAMINOAN FCK

everytime tech checked what's going on in the hallway I yelled "nO" at him. and then he did it anyway. rude.

The second we first saw it I realised it was the Zillo. I've been wondering when/if it would ever come up again, since the Chancellor did order for it to be cloned when the og episodes aired and then we never saw it again, so the arc felt incomplete.

BUT I LOVED THE ZILLO BEAST ARC SO THIS MADE ME V HAPPY AND V SCARED AND I KNOW IT'S NOT CANON BUT CAN THE ZILLO BEAST PLS GO EAT PALPATINE NOW??? IT DESERVES A TREAT!!!!

Hunter grabbing Omega to protect her from the beast 🥺

Tech's slow "Fascinating." followed by his "Take cover."???? sir u already had me, u didn't need to go harder

Wrecker grabbing Omega to protect her from the explosion🥺

Tech casually causing the explosion

"It ate the crew?" MY POOR BABY

"I can help. I know my way around Kaminoan tech." hmmm omega tryna stay out of the fight? she scared? hmmm Tech whatcha do???

Omega being better with Kaminoan tech than Tech and him just going with it and trusting her expertise. Yes. :D

idk where the "Zillo Beast feeds on energy" thing came from bc that wasn't part of the original arc and kinda threw me off, but alright, they needed a reason for it to grow real fast, I'll take it

they're already fighting the beast and then the empire shows up hhhhhhhh whyyyyyyy

omega just casually pulling the plug on tech's research, I love her

Tech grabbing Omega to protect her from the explosion 2.0 🥺

yes, hello, I'd like to inform you all again that I hate the empire, thank you

Tech allowing Hunter to keep flying even though he is the designated pilot and clearly very skilled. Just shows how much he trusts his leader and brother to keep them save. Love that :))

When the Commandos began rounding up the villagers I immediately knew what it meant and GAH HONSLTY WHY ARE THEY LIKE THIS

The Empire only destroyed Kamino to control cloning, not to end it, hm? surprise surprise (these fcking motherfckers i swear)

"Send the data to Echo and Rex. See what they can find out."

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YES HUNTER YES SEND THEM THE DATA YES GO WORK WITH ECHO AND REX AND SAVE THE GALAXY YES LET'S GOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

end of the ep confirms yet again that Dr. Hamlock is a bag of dicks :)

Prime Minister said f you and I'm here for it

and then he brought up Omega and I was not here for it anymore

finally the music during the last shot makes me think that this facility is going to come up again and it will likely be very traumatic and horrible and terrible and um ya. sucks man.

gonna tag @jealous-sloth77 and @saturn-sends-hugs bc I'd love to see their thoughts too :))

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Danger Meter [4]

》Guarded《

▪︎Pairings: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader

▪︎Pronouns: She/Her [Fem!Reader]

▪︎Warnings: Language and Hangman being a jerk.

▪︎Genre: Soulmate Au! Angst and fluff

▪︎Synopsis: Your soulmate rarely seems to be out of the High risk zone according to your mark, which makes you worry.Oh well— you already know the same goes for him.

Note: Bob is my comfort character. This chapter is also a long one!

》 Masterlist 》 Bradley's Masterlist

》 Previous 》Next

"Rooster and Crash, you'll be paired for today."

"Fuck me." You mumbled, as Maverick announced the partners for today's practice regarding the Uranium Mission.

Bob nearly choked at your choice of words.

It's not that you don't want to be paired with him, you just don't think ypu'll be able to focus with him being your partner because of the stupid butterflies in your stomach whenever you hear his voice or catch a glimpse of him.

The fact that he's also as cautious as can be which means you won't be able to do the normal speed you and Hangman fly at.

It's gonna be a challenge.

You walked alongside Bob on the Tarmac, about to get into your jets. Time is ticking and you needed to execute the manuevers and speed for the success of the uranium mission.

You didn't have to say it out loud for Bob to know you're beyond nervous. Given it has only been a day since you ejected from that bird stike accident, you knew you aren't in your best shape.

"You'll be just fine, y/n/n." Bob offered you a gentle smile. You let out a huff, "You sure put a hell lot of trust on me Robby, heck I don't even know if I could trust myself."

"Don't doubt yourself. I know you can do it."

You offered him a smile, "Thanks Robby, it means a lot. You always know how to make me feel better." You patted his head as he hummed.

"You're acting as if I didn't know you your whole life, y/n/n." He chuckled, your conversation was cut short as you saw something out of your pheriperal vision.

"Wait, what happened to statefarm?" You motioned over to Jake Seresin who was currently checking on his jet while sporting a bruised cheek.

Bob sighed, "A fight broke out on Hard Deck last night." You widened your eyes, "What? Last night?! Who did he fight?"

"Rooster." Bob stated, answering you and greeting the pilot as he walked closer to you and Bob. Bradley gave a small smile and a nod to the WSO in reply.

"Hey Roo– " You felt a gust of wind as he walked straight past, completely ignoring you. "What was up with him..?" Trying to shake off the hurt and embarassment, you jogged towards your jet and waving bye to Bob who only sighed and shaked his head before walking to his and pheonix's jet.

Did Bradley felt like an asshole as he purposely ignored you? Absolutely, he wants to go back and kneel as he begs you not to think he's just another jerk and apologize. He feels like a first grader who's being mean to his crush.

Why did he do that? He also doesn't fucking know. He's trying to sort put his thoughts. Well, one of the few reasons is probably for the fact that he knew Hangman was hellbent on keeping you away from him, recalling their incident last night at Hard Deck.

"You don't have the right to control her, Hangman." Rooster spat out, "She's not yours." Jake glared, "I'm just protecting her, Rooster."

"Protecting her from what?"

"From you, you think I don't know how many girls you've been with?"

Payback looked around before apologizing to Penny, seeing how many people are now staring at them, his friends causing a scene.

Coyote tried pulling Jake back, "Come on man, Penny will kick us out if you both won't stop." He shrugged off his friends grip on him.

"Oh I'm not finished."

"I should be saying the same to you, Hangman. You're acting like you're her fucking boyfriend."

"I just don't want her to end up in your bed and for you to discard her the next morning, I know your little crush on her Bradshaw. And I know you want to put her to bed-"

Something inside Rooster snapped as his fist made contact with Hangman's cheek. Jake laughed, knowing that he pushed Rooster's button as he striked back, resulting Bradley's busted lip.

"That's enough! Lieutenant Bradshaw! Lieutenant Seresin!" Maverick yelled as he stood and immediately went between them as Hangman and Rooster were pulled back buy Coyote, Payback, and Fanboy.

"We will discuss what happened early in the morning." Maverick looked at them sternly as he heard the grunts of agreement of the two.

"Rooster, you gotta speed up. We're half a minute late by the target." You informed, looking at the screen in your jet.

"We're good, we'll get there. Just maintain your speed."

You feel like you're going on a stroll or sight seeing with Bradley. You're used to the fast-paced Hangman.

"Increase to 500 knots!"

"Negative, Crash. Hold your speed."

"Rooster, we're late!"

"We're alive, we'll make up time in the straightaway."

You are beyond annoyed and shocked, talking to him feels like talking to a brick wall. Your words are just like white noise to him.

"We are not gonna make it!"

"Just trust me, maintain your speed. We can make it."

You scoffed, "By the time we'll get there we'll be a minute late!" 'This guy is unbelievable.' You thought to yourself as you continued to follow him, maintaning your speed as you've got no other choice.

"Why are you dead?" Maverick asked Rooster, "You're team leader up there, why are you, why is your team dead?"

"Sir, he's the only one that made it to the target." Pheonix interjected, as she looked at their instructor.

"A minute late. He gave the enemy aircraft time to shoot him down."

"That's what I was saying. If it was the real thing then we would've been dead." You mumbled, crossing your arms and letting out a sigh.

Apparently, you weren't silent enough since Rooster turned his head into your direction, hard eyes glancing your way. "You don't know that."

"You're not flying fast enough. You don't have a second to waste." Hangman said, agreeing with you.

Even though you always bicker and fight with Hangman, it was nothing but playful. Although you gotta admit, he's an ass and can get under people's skin, but you're sure to keep him in check. Needless to say, you almost broke his jaw when you two first met because of his habit of pushing people's buttons.

You both make the perfect pair, as soon as you're up in the sky you both worked like a well-oiled machine. Both of you are fast-paced pilots, you're the only one that can keep up with Hangman while simultaneuosly keeping him in check.

Rooster looked at Maverick, "We made it to the target."

"And superior enemy aircraft intercepted you on your way out." Maverick said. Rooster won't back down, "Then it is a dogfight."

You scrunched up your brows, you couldn't believe what you were hearing. "Against fifth generation fighters?" You asked him, clearly in disbelief by his overly optimistic views.

"Yeah, we'd still have a chance."

"In an F-18?" Maverck asks, clearly getting worked up. Bradley looked at him, "It's not the plane sir, it's the pilot."

"Exactly."

The small smile on Bradley's face fell, the room grew silent. Maverick seems to realize his words as he looked away, not meeting anyone's gaze.

Rooster looked at him, trying not to lose his composure, "There's more than one way to fly this mission."

"You really don't get it." Jake looks at Rooster, "On this mission, a man flies like maverick here, or a man does not come back."

Hangman looked at Phoenix and Bob, "No offense intended" You really wanna punch him right now. Pheonix gave him a look while Bob, who was sitting beside her, leaned over to look at him. "Yet somehow you always manage."

Hangman looked back to Rooster, "Look I don't mean to criticize, you're conservative. That's all."

"Lieutenant." Maverick warned.

"Look, we're going into combat, son. A level no living pilot has ever seen." He turned to look at Maverck. "Not even him."

"That's no time to be thinking about the past." He turned to look at Rooster's direction. Shit, you already know this won't be good. Hangman and his mouth is a great fucking combo for a disaster.

"Hangman." You looked at him, knowing he's got shit up at his sleeve. Rooster looks taken aback as he slowly looks at Hangman. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I can't be the onky one that knows Maverick flew with his old man." Your eyes slowly widened, Maverick intervened. "Okay that's enough." Jake didn't listen.

"Or that Maverick was flying when his old man-"

Bradley went straight to him as everyone scrambled in their seats to prevent them being near each other. "Shit! Hangman that's enough!" You stood beside Hangman as you pulled him back. Rooster pushed him, the force knocking Hangman and you.

You winced, trying to hide it. Even though you weren't the one he pushed, you still got the receiving end of it, considering you got brusies littering your body, it did a number on you. Hangman immediately stands infront of you, glaring at Rooster.

"You son of a bitch!" Rooster yelled at Hangman, pointing at him angrily. He felt rage. Pure unadulterated rage consumed his body. As he stares at Hangman, his fellow aviators holding him back.

Hangman shrugged his fellow aviators off, "I'm cool, I'm cool."

Just as you think it's over, Hangman opened his mouth again. "He's not cut out for this mission." You seriously want to ductape it and only remove it when he has to eat or drink.

Everything that has happened is making your head hurt. Pinching the bridge of yoru nose, you took a step back and sighed.

"That's enough." Maverick told him. He just smiled to an agitated Rooster. "You know it." Hangman turned to look at the topgun instructor infront of them.

"You know I'm right."

Taglist [Closed]: @auszimbo @twsssmlmaa @looneylikesbooks

[snugglesquiggle]

Just finished reading your corrupt combustion notes and damn you cooked up another fucking banger!

Some of my favorite parts are J's powers (of course), Nori's whole vibe, the way you shine the spotlight on Beau, which I love that they're kind of the main character here, with Cyn infesting them.

There's also all the mysteries, like who's giving the orders, what's the solver's final goal, how different is the solver from Cyn, and Nori's whole backstory. I especially got caught on both Doll and Uzi - they're getting along! Go them! But also the mystery of what they're up to, and how it ends up. I wonder how many plot beats will come from JJK, how many from MD, and how many will you make yourself.

Speaking of Doll, I love what you did with Adam - a tragic tale of losing yourself, and even when given the chance to turn away you don't. Girl is probably gonna be devastated.

Not gonna lie, some of the parts of all your outlines feel like good enough writing to just put on AO3. Can't wait to see what you do next, whether or not it involves Murder Drones!

thanks for reading! i'm glad you enjoyed

there's quite a few plotlines i'm itching to do write ups for. i'm very proud of what i have in store for j and uzi. and that's without getting into my thoughts on v & lizzy, or what i have planned for alice.

but most of all, nobody is prepared for the "pilot" — which at this point, is such a byzantine clusterfuck the relation to episode one is in the manner of the ship of theseus

the problem with posting these outlines is that i get caught in a paradoxical spiral. if it's good enough to post, then it's good enough to polish. and the trouble with polishing, is that if i'm gonna sit down and check for typos, i might as well tighten up the wording here and there. if i'm gonna tighten up the wording, i might as well add a few more details for clarity and impact. if i'm adding details, well it's kinda jarring if the fidelity is inconsistent, might as well flesh out the sparser sections too. if i turn this summary into a mini scene, i can add this cool character beat or i can foreshadow this plot point. and you know, if i reimagine this bit entirely, couldn't i make it more dramatic, more inspired? if i can make it a little bit better, why not take it just one step further?

which all then just snaps back to "if i'm gonna post it, i might as well draw the rest of the owl" and it's just.

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Ok laying out my scenes and intentions for Chapter 8 in hopes someone can help me punch up this madness mdkcndkkc

Scene 1: Trapper wakes up, brief conversation with Fumiko

Intention: Flesh her out a little for later, show her reaction to the events of previous night

Scene 2: Trapper and Hawkeye have mediocre sex

Intention: Plant seeds of insecurity, Trapper a little clingy and desperate to please but not sure he's able to

Scene 3: Sneak into hospital, Trapper checks on chest case while Hawkeye/Me Lay/Fumiko check on baby

Intention: Wrap up plot line with patients, Trapper runs into colleague and moment on realizing how war is already changing him

Scene 4: Walking through Kokura back to helicopters, using up the last of the money they stole, Hawkeye mails some still parts to the 4077th, Trapper mails present home to daughters, talk about family

Intention: Partly functional, partly setting up future miscommunication/conflict- Trapper trying to be completely honest and open with Hawkeye (I want to be completely myself with you and my family is a part of that), Hawkeye reads it as Trapper pushing him away (We did some gay stuff last night but I'm still straight)

Brief Scene 5: Back to Korea

Intention: Functional transition, on the chopping block, but chance for Trapper to meet his pilot buddy Martin Williams

Scene 6: Back in camp, surgery, talking with Forrest, football bet with General, more talking with Forrest

Intention: Functional, fleshing out Forrest a little before I boot him, setting up Oliver, dipping my toe into Race Relations in 1950

Scene 7: Skip a few days, Oliver arrives, accidentally racist Trapper moment, talking through it

Intention: Pay off what was set up earlier, flesh out Oliver/establish some things about his backstory and family, very quickly establish why I will Not be using his deeply unfortunate nickname in this story

Scene 8: Football nonsense

Intention: Functional, need to figure out one or two character moments to fit in here, keep it quick

Scene 9: Frank arrives with general, Henry announces reorganization- some personnel being reassigned to other MASH units to expand their capacity but 4077th being kept as a 60 bed unit

Intention: Functional

Scene 10: Goodbye movie characters, hello Klinger

Intention: Functional, end on hook for next chapter which will start with Klinger's first day in camp

Aiming for around 10k total for this chapter...

Laying it out I already see some problems, it gets very functional in the back half and I lose the main emotional thread, but I don't want to emphasize shippiness to the exclusion of other story elements... Already planning to do a little with Oliver and Trapper's friendship, both of them being sporty and dads and high achieving, maybe draw out a little jealousy on Hawkeye's end and use that as chance to resolve some of the conflict introduced at start of story? Also my idea for Oliver compared to Trapper is Trapper is a guy who is trying to be cool, but Oliver is cool, a little admiration, talking about being yourself/pride though Oliver is talking about it in v different context than Trapper.... Hmm

[solartranslations]

AF2 Arcana Academia: Dante

Dante: [Now that La Primavera is over, spring brings more new changes to Regalo]

Dante: [Arcana Academia]

Dante: [Sparked by the lord’s plan to turn the island into a center for learning, Arcana Famiglia aims to establish a school]

Dante: [With a goal to promote learning among the citizens]

Dante: [Today, everyone in the Family is once again busily fulfilling their young Donna’s wishes]

~*Scene: Hallway*~

Felicita: ?

~*Scene: Study*~

Dante: Sea and weather conditions, piloting…shipbuilding…

Dante: Hm, I suppose that’s a good start

Felicita: Dante? What’s all this research for?

Dante: Hello, Ojou-san. I thought I’d do some preparations for when the Academia opens

Felicita: Preparations?

Dante: Yes. I won’t know what aspect of sailing people will be interested in, so I need to prepared for anything

Dante: Wouldn’t it be embarrassing if our students came all this way for a teacher who can’t teach?

>You really think of everything

>That’s just like you, Dante

Dante: They’re all so eager to learn, so I can’t let them down

Dante: It’s nothing deserving of praise. Just the natural thing to do as a teacher

Felicita: Haha, that’s just like you. Don’t push yourself though

Dante: Come on, this is nothing

Dante: But, I appreciate the concern. Thank you, Ojou-san

Felicita: Yeah. Good luck, then

~*Scene: Hallway*~

(*door closes)

Felicita: …I wish everyone would put in that much effort. But maybe I’m asking too much

Felicita: Dante’s amazing… I can’t slack off either

~*Scene: Hallway*~

Felicita: I haven’t seen Dante since then. I wonder where he went

Pace: Huh, Ojou? Why are you wandering around here? Are you looking for something?

Debito: Could it be me you’re looking for, Bambina?

Felicita: Oh, no

Debito: Man, that’s cold

Pace: Then are you looking for snacks?

Felicita: I’d just go to the dining room for those

Felicita: I’m looking for Dante

Debito: Shouldn’t he be at the ship or something?

Felicita: No, Liberta told me he wasn’t at the ship today

Debito: Hm…I saw him at the study in the afternoon, but it’s been a while since then

Felicita: He didn’t come to dinner either. Where is he?

Pace: Oh! I actually did see him

Felicita: Where?

Pace: I think it was before dinner. He was in the study and looked frustrated

Pace: I tried telling him it was almost dinner time, but I don’t think he heard me

Debito: Pace…why were you even in the study?

Pace: Huh? Obviously I was looking for a book

Debito: A book? You? No way… What brought that on?

Pace: That’s rude. I do read sometimes, you know

>…I didn’t expect that

>Anyway, I’ll go check

Pace: Not you too! I have things I want to look up sometimes!

Debito: Like what?

Pace: Huh? Uh… Ehehe, I forgot

Debito: Hey, what’s the point if you just forget!

Felicita: I don’t know if he’s still there though

Pace: From what I saw, he probably is

Debito: What is Dante even doing cooping himself up in the study all day?

Felicita: Okay, I’ll head over

Pace: I hope Dante’s there

Felicita: Yeah. Thanks

~*Scene: Study*~

Felicita: Dante, are you here…?

Felicita: (I guess not)

Dante: Hm…? Ojou-san…?

Felicita: Dante! …Sorry for waking you

Dante: Ah, sorry about that. I didn’t realize I fell asleep

Felicita: …I knew you were tiring yourself out

Dante: That wasn’t my intention…

>I don’t want to hear excuses

>You didn’t realize?

Dante: My you sure are strict, Donna

Felicita: Nobody can replace you. We can’t have you tiring out

Dante: I usually don’t do research for a whole day

Dante: Perhaps that tired me out

Felicita: I’m glad you’re working hard. But you have to take care of yourself

Dante: It seems that I ended up worrying you

Felicita: Of course I’m worried. …I have nothing to teach, so I have to rely on all of you…

Felicita: You have your regular jobs too, so I know I’m asking a lot

Dante: Don’t be sad, Ojou-san. We don’t think of it as a burden

Dante: I’m actually happy to be doing this

Felicita: Happy?

Dante: It makes me feel like I’m being useful to you. So don’t be sad

Felicita: Dante

Dante: Okay, I’ll study for a little longer and then finish up. Will you help me out?

Felicita: Okay!

Love

~*Scene: Beach*~

Felicita: You sure love the sea, Dante

Dante: The longer this mission lasts, the more I want to see it

Felicita: You miss the sea?

Dante: Hmm. Maybe I am starting to

Felicita: …Sorry

Dante: Why are you apologizing?

Felicita: If I hadn’t ask you to teach for the Academia, you could be on your ship instead right now

Felicita: So I’m the one who took the sea from you

Dante: What? That’s how you felt…?

Dante: It’s true that I like being at sea more than I do being on land

Dante: But this mission is also important to Regalo…and you

Dante: If Regalo is at peace, then you can live happily and with a smile

Dante: Whether it’s protecting Regalo from invaders, or helping children study

Dante: If it makes you smile, I see no difference

Dante: Ensuring you’re always happy is my job

Felicita: Dante…

Dante: Oh, was that too presumptuous…?

Felicita: No, I’m glad to hear it. Thank you

Felicita: As your Donna, I’m happy that you feel that way

Felicita: But, I don’t think I’m worthy of it yet

Dante: In that case, you just need more experience

Dante: As long as you look forward and keep working to reach your ideal self

Dante: We’ll follow you anywhere

Dante: And dedicate all our strength to you and Regalo

Dante: I think we’re getting too serious, so let’s leave it at that

Dante: Since we finally have a break, why don’t we go out on the water a bit?

Dante: The weather’s nice today. The sun would look beautiful reflecting off the sea

Felicita: Can we?

Dante: Sure. Didn’t I just say I’d do anything to see you smile?

Dante: Seeing you enjoy the sea I love would make me happier than anything

Dante: Now, let’s go, Ojou-san. Liberta should be on duty today, so we should hurry before he spots us

Dante: Can I keep you to myself just for today, Donna?

Felicita: …Okay

Laugh

Dante: Everyone aboard?

Felicita: Yes

Dante: We’ll be holding our class here and then doing some hands-on practice. So let’s all stay focused!

Dante: Listen up. The most important thing here is that everyone works together

Dante: Causing disorder can be deadly! You’d all best remember that!

Nova: So that’s how Dante acts as a captain…

Felicita: You’ve never been on a mission at sea, Nova?

Nova: No. I’ve always been with the Chalices since I joined the Family

Nova: This is the first time I’ve seen Dante truly in his element as a sailor

Nova: I’m sure I can learn a lot here besides sailing

Felicita: Yeah, I’m sure

Dante: Then let’s all start with a song

Nova: …A song?

Dante: Nova, come up front

Nova: It can’t be…!

Dante: You can be the model for everyone!

Nova: Why me!

Dante: Nobody else here knows the song

Nova: Then why don’t you sing it yourself!

Dante: Of course I’ll be singing. But haven’t you forgotten something important, Nova?

Nova: Huh? What?

Dante: Singing while we work on the ship isn’t just for fun. It’s also for raising morale

Dante: But we can save the details for later. Let’s just sing!

Dante: Here we go, Nova

Nova: A-alright…

Dante: We’ll be singing version two!

Nova: T-two…?

Dante: La la lala lalala la la la

Nova: Your life is the fruit of the sea~

Dante: Too quiet! Again!

Nova: W-what…!?

Dante: We can’t have out example singing like that, Nova

Nova: Guh…

Dante: One more time

Dante: La la lala lalala la la la

Nova: Your life is the fruit of the sea~

Dante: Louder!

Nova: The harvest is our happiness~

Nova: We feast on the happiness from the sea~

Dante: It’s delicious!

Felicita: The sea sure is deep…

~*End of Scene*~

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[anderwhohn]

@smokedanced asked: Send me a scene that happened in canon and I’ll write in detail how my muse felt in it + izzy, death scene ME2 prologue, hierarchy verse (if it happens like that there; if not, canon verse)

"I need more power for the shields!" Isabela yells as she rushes from one control panel to the next, frantically typing in override commands to bypass safety and security protocols to put everything they've got into keeping the Normandy together without taking away from her offensive capabilities as well.

"Sir, we don't have--"

"I don't care if we have to fucking drain life support to do it! Get me that damn power!" she snaps, interrupting the other engineer as she pulls up the shipwide comms. "All hands! Emergency power adjustments imminent! All crew prepare for emergency evac! Non-essential crew proceed to immediate evac! Get your damn helmets and mag boots on, people! It's gonna be a rough ride!"

Dammit, she wishes Nihlus or Garrus were here, rather than chasing Saren's sorry ass on the the fucking Citadel. At least the crew had learned to trust her - even those with little cause to, being Alliance themselves, while she served within the Hierarchy - so her orders were followed as she was the next in the chain of command.

"Joker, status report!" she calls out over closed comms to the pilot, checking the readings as reports of ejected life pods started flooding in on her displays.

"She's holding together for now, Shep," Joker returns, before a string of curses escapes him as the ship manoeuvres sharply to avoid more weapons fire.

Isabela grabs onto her console, pressing down to activate her mag boots while frantically clipping the tether to her armour. "Good enough. You're on the next evac, Joker. I'm coming up to take the helm until all other crew are in the evac pods."

"What?! No way! You're good, Iz, but there's no way--"

"That's an order, Flight Lieutenant!" Isabela growls into the comms. "We're going to lose the Normandy, but that doesn't mean we have to lose the crew with her! So you're getting yourself in that damn pod even if I have to drag your stubborn ass into it myself!"

If only she had known just how true that statement would prove to be, when after another several minutes of desperate struggle, with nearly all the ship's power diverted to shields, weapons, and propulsion, she's left hauling Joker into the nearest escape pod to get them off what remains of the ship.

It's just as she's managed to get him inside that another blast cuts through the hull nearby, disrupting her mag boots' connection to the floor plating and throwing her into a free fall in zero gravity. Emerald eyes widening in shock, she does the only thing she can as her fingers barely catch onto the bulkhead as she's pushed past the emergency controls, reaching out to punch the launch button for the pod... without her in it...

She watches sadly as Joker clearly tries to reach her still, even as the pod seals itself and launches far away from the wreckage of the Normandy, leaving her behind as she starts to float free from the torn hull. Being within the arms of the Citadel, she knows she has a chance, albeit only a small one, considering the battle still waging around her. If another ship can detect her and pull her out of the vacuum, so long as her suit integrity holds, she'll be fine...

That is, until she sees the red beam from that dreaded Reaper rip through the remains of the Normandy, striking the drive core and the resulting explosion...

...

'Shepard, do you hear me? Get out of that bed now! This facility is under attack!'