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[eddiemuonson]

"Be Safe" - Anakin Skywalker x human f!Reader

Summary: You're an ordinary human fighting against the Sith alongside with Obi-Wan Kenobi. While being kept hostage by Anakin, you try to break down his armor of rage.

Notes: Crastyne is a fictional planet. I love the idea of energy and magnetic feelings 😭 Raging Anakin is so painful and making eye color transition is more painful!

Notes¹: Let me know if you all would like a part 2!!

Warning: Pretty much none, just a small fight scene, mention of injuries and a little fluff

Word count: 3.8k

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There is something about not being a Jedi or even any sort of galactical person that makes you fear going to wars to defend your own.

Even the slightest usage of the blaster makes you feel uncomfortable when you're around them, even if they're willing to protect you, knowing you can't protect yourself.

There's also a reason why you don't become a Jedi yourself, because they're specifically being extinct and you're not going to sacrifice yourself that way.

You were rethinking your life when you came to the realization that being amongst troopers from your group, blasting against mostly the Sith. One of them being Anakin Skywalker, who not only was once Palpatine's apprentice, but also the one who as leading the attack.

Behind Obi-Wan, you could barely see the incoming, as he made sure none of them got through you. But you were surrounded by a few Jedi's and could hardly be discovered as some ordinary woman.

You sure can use your black belt perks, because usually that's what you come up with when you're facing someone stronger. But maybe you couldn't use that to your favor if you were ever to stand in front of Anakin. It's not like Obi-Wan would ever let that happen.

You've thought this through every single day, he made sure he would stand by you all the way through. You had extra blasters if you needed to, even.

But nothing prepared you for the moment Skywalker came behind you, just in time for a few of his own took Kenobi away from you. You were face to face to the evil himself, he seemed to be seven feet tall compared to your size.

He grabbed you by the neck and raised you from the floor, not squeezing your skin just yet. His dilated pupils and red eyes were just staring intensely at you, that frown holding his gaze against you.

"Pathetic woman", he said as he was still holding you up. "How dare you come to this war against us and defend the Jedi?".

He wasn't even himself anymore, he was already been taken to the dark side. His glowing red eyes made sure you recognized that. He was still a good-looking guy, with pretty curly hair and fading blue eyes.

But corrupted. Corrupted by the man he was supposed to fight against. His fear of losing someone made him angrier. He was selfish, greedy and aggressive.

He didn't even have to see you through your helmet to know you're a woman, and he can sense your fear, which you disguised with repulse.

"You're not gonna win this fight", you held him by his wrists, knowing he was too strong to let go of. When he tried squeezing your neck, you wrapped your legs around his torso, shaking him down suddenly.

He tripped on his foot and you got rid of his grip. You blasted against him, but Anakin used his metal hand to shield himself and it ricocheted.

You ran only for a few feet and he insisted on tackling you down on the floor. He could've used his force against you, but he was willing to knock you down. Obi-wan was nowhere to be seen.

"You're such a petulant person. Your confidence is disturbing", Skywalker pulled you against his grip as he dragged you out of the fight, leading you to somewhere else.

You've realized he was taking you to Coruscant, where you learned it was the capital of the Republic. He got rid of your Trooper outfit and left you cuffed on his ship while he was piloting.

For the entire trip he didn't even say a word to you, only staring at you at some point, through his rearview.

When he arrived at the planet, he managed to still hold you hostage, mostly because that way he knew Kenobi would find you and save you from him.

It was his way of telling the Jedi their best Master got himself into a definite war against his enemy.

He dropped you in a cell, watching as you retracted yourself into a corner. It was only then you realized he was feeling confrontation with himself. He was still in an anger phase, which was slowly turning him into Vader.

His cold way of showing attitude, the dark shadow flickering against his eyes, made you see how much he was actually in pain inside.

After a while, which you had no idea how much time had passed, you could hear Anakin speak in a low tone with someone, probably Palpatine.

He would just agree and not say too many words, when you would hear his footsteps getting closer, you'd brace yourself.

But he actually never got near you anymore since he left you in the cell. You were starving, you were tense, you were tired and sleepy. There was only one sheet and a very uncomfortable pillow to lie on.

You tried contacting Kenobi using your mind and your feelings, but you only annoyed the newly Sith, who showed up not a minute later after your first try.

"If you try that one more time, I'll slice you up", he demanded. His voice was husky and held a deepness you've never heard before.

"Then do it, you'll never find him again", you responded. It actually made him become feral, trying to choke you with his force.

The advantage of him being so powerful is that he didn't need to get closer to you. He would just stand there and have you around his force.

He dropped you on the floor and you gasped for air. Your airway was almost crushed and it was harder to breathe now.

Anakin pointed his index finger at you, his red-blue eyes were so desperate for power. At the same time, it was showing off pain. Too much pain.

"Let go of that anger, Skywalker. You're in pain", you said before he could speak first. "Whatever happened to you, just let that go".

"You don't know shit about me", he retorted. You just woke the beast inside him. Anakin could be worse than he really shows when he's mad.

How was he so sure of that when more than half of the Universe has heard about him before? The once great Jedi apprentice who gave up on his good side.

You scoffed, making him wrinkle his forehead in response. "You were Obi-Wan's best apprentice, you know that? I've worked with him thousands of times before you raged. You don't know shit about me".

Anakin just examined you from head to toe. "We're bringing him. You're gonna watch him die".

You know you had to take this into consideration, but you were sure it would be impossible for Kenobi to stop it from happening.

"I don't need a lecture from an ordinary woman", his voice was bitter. He was trying to spell like he was throwing knifes, but it had a different tone for you.

"You're gonna choke on your own words, Lord Vader", you mocked him. He knew better than this that you were only doing it on purpose.

But Anakin didn't take sarcasm, or jokes. He didn't take any words that would actually involve himself. When he opened the cell and rushed to you, you flinched.

You flinched so hard he almost faltered. He punched the wall so hard it broke down entirely. The pieces of it almost falling above your head as he started to pant.

It was that moment you saw the mistake you've made, he lit up his red saber, the sword swinging in front of your face.

"Anakin, please", you begged. Your frowned face almost making a scrunch from the fear.

He still held that terrible gaze and he just stared into your soul. He could hear your heart beating fast, racing against your ears. He knew better than anyone that feeling.

He was struggling with himself, with his awful transition he couldn't get rid of. He could beat itself.

One moment of distraction and you captured it from his hand, running away while holding it. It was the stupidest idea you could've had. But it only helped you get through one of his rooms, which you had no idea where it led to.

You were thrown against the wall, feeling that excruciating pain piercing through your back. Anakin didn't seem too impressed by your action, but he made sure you would learn a lesson.

It burned differently than anything else, the saber was burning your skin until it was completely raw and the sound coming off of your mouth almost made him deaf.

He was too sensitive to sounds, as well. But it didn't shake him. You were now more tired than before, trying to collect yourself, almost begging for Obi-Wan to actually show up before you were dead.

He crouched in front of you, his eyes burning from anger. "You move again and I swear I'll kill you".

"You've said that before and did nothing", you retorted.

"I'm trying to spare you. I want Obi-Wan. I don't care about your stupid body, I want his", Skywalker was never one to explain his tactics, but you were slowing him down.

As Anakin started walking left and right, he studied you. He watched the way you would confront him even when you knew he was the most dangerous person to be around at this point.

He saw you agonizing in pain from the burn of his saber, which he was still holding while walking. He never left that frown on his face, the flickering of his eyes was distressing, you could never really know what he was possibly feeling besides anger and pain.

"You don't have to do this", you started, your voice barely coming out. "You were like a brother to him, you know that. How do you think your mother would feel if she was here?".

And then, instead of stabbing you with his saber, he just broke down on his knees, begging you to stop. It hurt him, it was the most painful thing to hear about. His mother was everything to him.

"What would she do if she knew you've become something you weren't supposed to, Anakin? Stop while you can", your voice echoed in his room and he was panting again.

"Stop", his voice failed against his mouth. "Stop!"

You couldn't be more right about that, he felt inside his guts. But he wasn't going to admit it, he was deeply involved with the Sith and now his body was only a vessel.

"You don't get to talk about my mother. Don't you ever say that again", he looked at you and you almost gasped at the sight of his eyes becoming yellow.

He was about to break down in tears, he was one step closer to feeling like Anakin again.

"Anakin, you need to remember her. You need to remember who you were before. It's going to consume you".

"Shut up!", he shouted at you. He was still on his knees, his knuckles supporting his hands on the floor. "Just.. shut up".

You saw the man becoming more fragile than he ever was. You noticed he let his guard down, surprisingly putting down his shield he used to use around himself.

The tears streaming down his cheeks were burning his skin, it tasted too salty on his lips. The lump in his chest quickly rising in his throat, making it harder for him to actually breathe.

"Please, stop", you could barely hear him pleading. He was surrendering himself.

He slipped and he fell into your trap. You managed to cross his evil shield and you made him miserable. He didn't know how he could actually be able to feel like he was Anakin again.

Everything inside him felt dark, empty. His head was void, emotionless. He had too much anger inside him, it made him blind. He was too greedy for power. The more power the better.

You carefully approched him and wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, they were shuddering. You felt his body give in and shiver.

He actually felt warmth, apart from his cold hands and cold sweat, he was warm. His tears felt like waterfalls.

"Just leave before I change my mind", he said after a while, the room was so silent before that, not a single noise could be heard.

"Can you feel this?", you ask as you grip his hand tightly, firmly, crossing your fingers against his. The energy between your veins circulating, transmitting him a sensation of peace.

"This is what it feels like to be free from pain, anger. This is how you were supposed to feel like".

Skywalker was shaking, he could feel a different wave of serenity between his fingers, feeling your energy. He was almost absorving it for himself. It felt light, weightless. It tickled his inside.

He spent too much time gripping your hand, enjoying your energy. His eyes were becoming blue after a moment, the yellow almost fading.

He flinched his face and closed his eyes. He let go of your hand, getting up and held your arm, getting you up along with him.

He didn't say another word as he took you to a medical room and demanded the droids to bandage your burnt skin and give you food.

As you rested in a bed you saw him walking with a stiffened attitude, his eyes wandering across the giant window.

You would give all your money to know what he was actually thinking about, you couldn't ever know what he was going through, besides the honest pain and struggle, and anger mostly.

You ended up falling asleep while being taken care of, you were too tired and your body was giving up on the pain as well.

Only when you woke up you felt like you were being watched, and you thought one of the droids was still there taking care of you. As you slowly opened one your eyes, you saw him staring at you.

He was holding his arms crossed against his pumped chest, his face still frowned while he was leaning against the wall. His eyes were meerely blue anymore, a yellow gaze watching you.

"You should leave this place before Obi-Wan gets here", he demanded. His voice had a low husky tone. "I can't promise I won't kill him".

You were sort of dozy from the painkiller. You were trying to gather his words as you slowly sat up on the bed.

"I'll get the droids to watch over you while you get back".

Were you honestly awake or was it some kind of messed up dream you were having? That didn't sound like him at all honestly.

"Anakin, you gotta take care of yourself", you stated as you slowly got up from the bed, looking at him.

He was much taller than you, you have to raise your head to look at him. His frown was almost loose.

"Don't tell me what I should or should not do. I've made that clear before", he responded. His tone sent a shiver down your spine.

"Anakin", you raised you hand as you tried to approach his scarred face, but he was much faster and held your wrist tightly.

"Don't call me that. Don't ever call me that".

He was too hard to soften, not even Padmé would have been able to do so. You didn't know how you could manage to make him vulnerable before.

But again he had built up his walls and he was ready to use his shield against you. Other than that, he didn't break eye contact, he didn't twist your wrist.

But he still was a Sith. He still had anger inside him. Your gaze was comforting, it transmitted peace. With your other hand you cupped his jawline, you traveled your finger against his biggest scar.

Your soft, warm hand felt like shockwaves on his skin. Your heard as he let out a heavy sigh, like he was fighting against his feelings.

Skywalker let go of your wrist, not touching you or getting away from your touch.

"I know there's good in you", you say as you make a trail with your fingertips on his cheek. He looked away from you, closing his eyes almost squinting them.

"No", he was too reluctant. He was feeling his blood boiling immediately. "No".

"Please, look at me", you tried to tame him. He didn't look at first.

When you locked your other fingers through his flesh hand, he almost gasped. It felt like heaven for a moment.

He gave in, and it first scared you. His eyes, as red as fire, his pupils were dilated and it was so intimidating. It was hard to look at him that way.

You must have gone mad, but when you pecked his trembling lips you felt your heart almost jump out of your throat. You felt his hand grip your waist so tight it was gonna leave a bruise.

You didn't move your lips, you didn't deepen that kiss. Hell, you didn't even move your body too scared he would back out. And it felt good like that.

He must have felt like that too, Anakin didn't push you away. He didn't flinch. When he felt your skin against his hand, he almost let out a groan, but he was holding himself off.

He was on the verge of snapping out of his mind. Skywalker felt his brain collapse and something inside him melted down. His veins were pumping his blood faster than ever.

You opened your eyes for a slight second, realizing he was looking intensively at you, his brows were furrowed. But what really shocked you was how deep blue his eyes were.

They were blue like the ocean, they were bright like the sky. They flickered with the sudden emotion washing over him. You broke from his lips and gave him an honest side smile.

He gave you nothing, because he was probably as shocked as you. He only then noticed what had happened to him when you tried to touch his face again and this time he backed out.

It pinched your heart, but it was actually expected. He moved away from you, looking tormented and stunned as he didn't even look at you when he left the medical room.

When he came back, he was holding folded clean clothes and left them at the bed. He warned the droids they were going to take you back to where you came from.

It didn't exactly make sense for you the way he reacted to your kiss, but you understood it. He was too conflicted to really know how to deal with it. And his self defense was to push you away.

"I'll let Obi-Wan know you're going back. Don't you try and make him come after me". Anakin was almost back to his normal self.

He managed to not make eye contact with you, but it slipped and he tried to look away. Your gaze at him burned his entire body.

It if keeps happening he's gonna lose it. And God, you wanted it to happen so bad.

You just nodded, getting ready to leave the building. It was making you feel so bad for leaving him alone but he wanted to be alone.

He like being by himself. He didn't want company. He didn't need company.

You didn't even have the chance to say a goodbye, because he made sure he was gone before you left. He just honestly didn't want to see you.

Inside the ship, you made sure you asked the droids to take care of him. If they obeyed and listened to him, maybe they could listen to you as well.

"Please, look after him. And if you need to, just let Obi-Wan know", your voice was almost desperate.

They seemed to agree and treated you nicely after all. Weirdly nice, to say the least. Usually their droids were built to kill people like you.

When you arrived at Crastyne, Obi-Wan was already there waiting for you and gave you the most desperate and the tightest hug. He almost crushed your bones.

It was so good to see him there, to actually feel his arms around you. He smelled like mud, but you weren't going to question.

"It's so good to see you alive, (Y/N)". He noticed your injury, and quickly changed his composure. "Are you hurt anywhere else?". You shook your head.

"He burned my skin with his saber, but that's all?", you tried to sound like it was a normal thing. But coming from Skywalker it was definitely not.

"He didn't try to kill you?". Kenobi was more confused than you were. And again you shook your head.

"He actually wanted to use me as bait, he wanted you to go there. He wanted to kill you there".

He was trying to gather your words. He wouldn't expect Anakin to actually do that, he should've seen that coming.

"But there was an overturn. I'll explain it later. I wanna take a shower, rest".

He nodded and you left with him, he was going to make sure you were safe for now. He was going to watch over you for the next few days.

But deep inside you weren't worried about yourself, you weren't worried about your safety. You were so hopelessly worried about him. You had no idea how he was going to deal with himself after that.

You weren't even sure he would be able to consider what happened between you two. You just hoped you could find him, meet him again.

Skywalker, on the other hand, couldn't make himself sleep. He was relentlessly playing your words and touch over and over in his head.

The sweat streaming down his spine was cold and harsh. His breath was out of rhythm, making it hard to come out of his throat.

What have you done to him, he thought as he couldn't wrap his mind around the mixed feelings surrounding him.

It was so hard for him to process how you reacted to his threatening, to his deep sharp gaze against you. And yet you didn't run away from him, you didn't fear him, you didn't flinch.

His metal hand crushed another wall, and he let out the most feral and loud groan. He was panting loudly, his vision was distorted.

He couldn't let you get through him like that. He couldn't let himself let you in like that. Either he keeps helping the Sith or he drops down his armor.

This energy thing is pretty intense, you think. You can't seem to sleep either, both of you connected by a feeling that keeps wandering through your veins.

It's like it's keeping you both magnetized, even through miles and miles apart.

"Be safe, Anakin", you wish while trying to calm your brain down.

Skywalker was still sitting on the corner of his bed, his arms resting against his knees while he was holding his head with both hands.

A fading voice echoing inside his brain woke him from his messed thoughts. "Be safe, Anakin".

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[flugsammy]

"..A santa Hat?"

It was a tiring week.

Holidays in the Black Hat organization have never been of much value. And when they were celebrated, a hail of disaster settled over any fun. You always enjoyed these events, despite all the conflicts.

With the arrival of Christmas Eve this year, however, Black hat informed everyone that any type of celebration for Christmas was completely prohibited. This led to a bit of disappointment for everyone.

Demencia didn't know much about Christmas traditions, but she knew that there were gifts and a lot of food. That alone was enough to make her sulk like a little child after the cancellation.

Dr. Flug never really cared about Christmas, despite having certain affectionate memories about the date. But of course, that didn't stop him from giving gifts to his son, 5.0.5, every time the day arrived, and most importantly, a big hug.

December 25th.

The day finally had arrived!

At exactly midnight you had already received a hug from 5.0.5 in a secret celebration, and given Demencia a BIG squeeze. The girl always tried to bite you due to your clinginess, and this time it was no different.

You were positively surprised at yourself after managing to hand-make gifts for both of your co-workers! Your time was quite tight due to work, and let's say your salary wasn't really.. fair, for you to buy any gift

Surely, you had a lot of nerve to even mention the holiday, especially in the mood Black Hat was in.

After a few moments, you remembered something important. There was only one person missing, who hadn't received a greeting from you yet. With silent steps, you headed towards the laboratory.

The fear of being caught in the middle of your act by Black Hat was present throughout. You were Flug's right hand, but your boss always warned you to "not distract the doctor with any of your nonsense."

Without knocking, you entered the laboratory. In the back of your mind, you expected to see him in some special outfit for Christmas, but he was introduced in his normal outfit. It was understandable, but you still thought it was a shame. He would definitely look adorable wearing Christmas clothes again.

The doctor was sitting at his desk. The vision of his glosses was completely focused on the HatBot he was currently working on. All that could be heard from him were mutters of calculations that silently left his lips.

As you slowly moved up behind his back, Flug suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Tired, doctor?"

Your voice came out as a whisper, making the pilot scream in fright. He almost fell out of his chair, but after realizing it was you, a big sigh of relief left his lips.

"W—Why do you always have to sneak out like that!?"

The irritation was visible in his voice when he heard your small giggle.

"It's just adorable watch you jump."

The doctor rolled his eyes. This was exactly why he was always against your unexpected closeness with Demencia. Flug stood up with a sigh, gesturing as he began to scold you:

"What do you want now, Y/N? You should be fixing the HatBots that Demencia broke rather than slacking off! What's the point of creating a new one if all the others are-.."

You interrupted the pilot by shushing him, making him furrow his eyebrows.

"Hey, hey, hey! You don't need to get worked up with me, Flug! I've already repaired all the HatBots, but it's EXTREMELY difficult to deliver on time when they were left in pieces after meeting Demencia's claws."

The doctor was silent as he listened. When you were done, a sigh left his lips, and he let both of his arms fall to his sides.

"Ugh.. I'm sorry. I think I'm just stressed out by this overload of work. I was hoping Black Hat would give me a little break for how well we've done our missions the entire year, but I guess I was wrong... again."

The stress radiated from his voice. Even though he was wearing his paper bag, the dark circles under his eyes were noticeable.

It brought a melancholy to your mind. You never liked seeing the doctor like this, but what could you do?

The one time you dared to ask your boss for time off for your co-worker, you got hit in the head with the demon's cane.

The thought gave you goosebumps.

An awkward silence settled in the lab for a few seconds while you thought of something to distract him from so much stress. A moment passed, when you finally broke the deafening silence:

"..I brought you something. You know, as a Christmas present."

Such words made Flug raise an eyebrow. You? Had I brought him something? This was not a common thing to happen. Quickly, he questioned:

"You bring me something? What did you..-"

He paused to watch you take something out of your deep pocket. The pilot was always curious about how so many things could fit into one piece of fabric.

The depth of it always made him skeptical.

"Here it is!"

You said happily, handing him a...

"..A santa hat?"

He asked confusedly as he looked at the red hood in his hand. After a brief analysis, his eyes fell on the two messages on both sides of the fabric.

"To my dear co-worker and friend."

"Con amor, Y/N."

His gaze shifted to the present and to you. A slightly curious expression appeared on his face.

"Why would you-.."

His question was cut in half as you suddenly wrapped both arms around his waist, pulling him into a tight hug. He jumped at the sudden movement as his eyes instantly widened.

However, he made no move to free himself from the grip.

"W—What the- What are you-"

"Merry Christmas, Flug."

Your cheerful voice echoed softly through the lab, as your left hand stroked his back. A smile appeared on your face as you felt your colleague's body slowly relax in your grip.

He let out a soft sigh, placing both arms around you gently.

"..Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

Merry Christmas for y'all! - Sam.

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[hyperfixiation-station]

Choice, Choices, Choices Pt. 2

TW: Swearing, canon typical violence

Pairing: Reader x Graves Summary: Well your week off wasn't very productive, hopefully a really stressful, fate-of-the-world-is-in-your-hands mission will help clear your brain. As usual, I didn't beta read, so lmk if there are an errors :) Also sorry for the reupload, I accidentally deleted it whilst trying to edit something lmaooo.

When Price said a lot, he meant a lot. 

In the time you had been gone, a new terrorist threat had popped up, a man named Hassan who somehow had gotten ahold of American missiles. You didn’t even have time to unpack before Price was shipping you off to Mexico to help Soap and Ghost infiltrate a cartel to find the location of said missing missiles. It seems the talk with Graves will have to wait.

You get no rest on the flight to Mexico. Instead you spend the entire time focusing on your and Grave’s relationship. Maybe it’s the threat of imminent annihilation, or maybe it’s the fact that you are going to be seeing him soon, but whatever it is, you were thinking more clearly than you have all week. 

Graves was a man of authority, and you had recognized it from the moment you had met him. He took what he wanted, when he wanted, and made sure everyone knew he was the top dog. In your relationship he always had the last say, always chose the restaurant, always chose the movie. And for the most part, you didn’t mind, enjoying the feeling of not having to be in control for once when all you did all day long was make choices that could mean life or death. 

He had this belief that he could do no wrong, and was smug and uptight and sometimes even cruel about it. 

And yet there was something…alluring about him. Some magnetic charm that drew you in every time you wanted to take a step back. He didn’t even have to try, hell, he had stopped putting effort into the relationship years ago, and yet you still found him almost irresistible. 

You weren’t stupid, you knew what there were issues in the way your relationship worked, but you loved him, and he…loved you too. It wasn’t until Ghost stepped fully into the picture that you realized that may-

“Y/N!” You flinch, your eyes coming up to meet your pilots as his voice snaps you out of your musings.  

“You okay in there? I’ve been yelling at you for at least a minute.” He says over the headset, “Anyways we’re about to land, so get ready.” You nod, shouldering your pack and making sure your vest is strapped correctly. 

5 minutes later, the helo begins its choppy descent. The second it touches down you are ushered off, ducking under the blades in an odd crab run as you make your way to where Soap, Ghost, and 2 strangers stand to the side. The pilot takes off before you've even cleared the LZ. 

“Good ta’ see yer no’ dead lassie.” Soap grin, clasping your shoulder, “Ah trust Price has briefed ye?” 

“Aye.” You nod, “Though he didn’t mention these two. Who are they?”

“These are th’ Los Vaqueros.” Soap says giddy, “Means th’ cowboys” 

“My name is Alejandro.” The taller one on the left tells you.

“Mine’s Rodolfo, tho y’ can call me Rudy.” The one on the right says moments later.

“Nice to meet you.” You incline your head, avoiding Ghost’s searching gaze, “I take it you’re the ones leading us through this, uh…whatever we’re about to do?” 

“Aye.” Alejandro turns and begins walking, everyone else falling in line behind him, “Soap here is infiltrating Las Almas, we are looking for El Sin Nombre. We believe he knows the location of the missiles Hassan has stolen.” 

You climb into the back of a truck, consciously avoiding sitting next to Ghost. The drive is tense, the silence only occasionally broken by questions from Alejandro and Soap. The truck comes to a stop, and you all pile out, getting Soap outfitted for his ‘Day in the life of a cartel member’ extravaganza. 

“Y/n!” You spin around, seeing Graves walking towards you, “How was your week off?” 

“It was good. Did a lot of…thinking.” 

“Wonderful.” He says, his eyes already looking past you. He presses a quick kiss to your cheek and moves past, going to speak with his Shadows. You sigh internally, moving over to Soap and Ghost. 

“How wis yer week off?” Soap asks as a Shadow helps fit his comms. He’s grinning, his blue eyes almost glowing in the dark, but you can see the faint lines of fear in his expression.

“It was since. Did a lot of thinking, I guess.” Ghost shifts, a subtle movement you notice out of the corner of your eye. Your face flushes, and you’re grateful it’s dark out so he can’t see. 

“Let's roll!” Alejandro calls. Soap nods, and you follow him and Ghost back to the truck. This drive is tense for a whole other reason, everyone thinking about all the ways this could go wrong. 

You get to the compound, and take your spot on a ridge with Ghost. No words are exchanged, but you know him well enough by now to tell he is worried about you. If Soap’s life, and the lives of millions of Americans, weren’t at risk, you would be grateful for this mission delaying the inevitable conversation you have to have. 

You both get into position, sniper rifles trained on the building. You wince as Soap is manhandled, a deep pit of fear in your stomach once he disappears from your view.

 Now all that's left is to sit and wait. 

He emerges victorious, much to yours and Ghost’s relief. He brings with him El Sin Nombre, who apparently is actually a woman, and an old friend of Alejandros. You could see yourself liking her, if she hadn’t sold missiles to terrorists.

She is feisty, smart, and cunning. She keeps her mouth shut, refusing to volunteer the location of the 2nd missile, instead goading Alejandro into a frenzy. You watch, eyes narrowed in distaste, as Graves tries to make a deal with her. Not for the first time, you judge his ability to make decisions. 

But she does give you all the missile location. In what feels like a matter of moments, you find yourself on a boat, heading through stormy waves towards an oil rig off the Gulf of Mexico. Grave’s Shadows launch an attack, only for Ghost to find that the missile not only has entered pre-launch phase, but wasn’t even on the oil rig to begin with. Instead, you find it on the deck of a ship, primed and ready to fire. You, Graves, Soap, and Ghost file onto the cargo ship, where you find that there is no way to disarm the missile. 

Your heart sinks, until Shepard has the great idea to turn the missile on the oil rig. Alejadro and the Shadow Company clear out, and Soap hacks in and resets the missile's trajectory. The burning ball of flame is a beautiful sight to see, in your opinion. 

“Gold Eagle Actual, Shadow-1. Good hit. Good hit. Missile and rig destroyed.” Graves crows,  a grin lighting up his face. He grasps Soaps shoulder, and you watch him mouth a quiet Good work, his voice too quiet to hear over the noise of the shadows and everyone celebrating.

Without thinking, you press a kiss to Ghost’s masked cheek, the euphoria of victory clouding your senses. Soap steps in to give Ghost a moment to recover, and gives you a side hug, slapping you on the back a little too hard for your liking. You don’t notice Graves eyes on you, narrowing with your every action. 

The ride back is still tense, the tension between you and Ghost so thick you can almost taste it. Luckily Soap either can’t sense it, or just is just ignoring it, the Scotsman happily chattering away as the sinking feeling in your heart grows and grows. 

The crisis is over, and once you get back you won’t be able to put off your conversation with Graves any longer. 

It’s still raining when you get back to the Los Vaquero’s base. The truck comes to a stop outside the gates, and you slide out of the truck after Ghost, confused and a bit wary. 

“What’s this?” You hear Alejadro’s voice from the other side of the truck. 

“This is the immediate future.” You stop short, Grave’s voice making your blood run cold, “Step away from the gate.” No. There is no way. 

“You’re outta line Graves.” You blink, hard, realizing you had zoned out for a moment. You force your feet to move again, rounding the truck, stiffening as a barrel is pressed into your spine.

“Hey!” Grave’s voice echoes in your ears, “Let her go. She’s with us.” You inhale sharply, looking up at him in shock. Soap looks at you in betrayal, taking half a step towards you before the Shadows are on him as well. 

“Don't do that. Don't... do that. No one needs to get hurt here.” Graves says, eyes narrowed. 

“Are you threatening us?” You can hear the betrayal in his voice as well, though he does his best to hide it. You want to look at him, try and communicate that you have no part in this, but your mind is still reeling, and you’re unable to draw your wide eyes away from Grave’s face. 

“Soldier, I don't make threats. I make guarantees. So, let's not do this.” The animosity in Graves' voice surprises you. 

“I’m calling Shepard.” Soap turns, hand reaching for his radio. 

“General Shepard sends his regards.” Graves' grin is predatory, and you have no doubt he’s enjoying this, “He told me you wouldn’t take this well.” 

“He knows about this?” Ghost’s eyes are dark, his body tense and ready to spring. 

“He's put me in command of this operation from here on out. So, y'all need to stand down. It's time to let the pros finish this.” You watch Graves still, eyes trained on his face, your brain numb with shock. Shock and…disgust. 

“And why the hell are we talking like this is some kind of a negotiation?” Graves continues, “It's not. I've got my orders and now you have yours.” 

“And who the fuck do you think you are, cabron? My men are inside!” 

“I'm afraid not.” Graves pauses, meeting your eyes with a disgusting grin, “Your men have been... detained.”

“Cabron!” For the first time, you manage to tear your eyes away from Graves, your gaze falling on Alejandro as he launches himself towards your boyfriend only to be beaten down and restrained by his Shadows. 

“Graves, what th’ fuck?” Your eyes dart to Soap as he lunges at the Shadow next to him, holding him hostage. You let out a small cry as Graves and his men open fire. You duck behind the truck, watching as Ghost elbows the Shadow behind him before stabbing another one in the neck, quickly ripping the blade back out and hurling it at another Shadow before disappearing into the dark. 

“Get your fucking hands off me!” Your hands fly up to cover your mouth as you watch Graves slam the butt of his gun into Alejandro’s head, dropping him. You stare at Graves in shock, unable to move as your mind tries to process what's happening. 

Soap yells in pain, snapping you from your reverie as you spin to look at him. He’s on the ground, the Shadow he had taken laying dead on top of him. 

“Go, Johnny! Get out of there!” Ghost yells from somewhere behind you “Soap, Go!” You watch as Soap heaves himself up and throws himself over the barrier, disappearing from your view. You slide down the truck, sinking to the ground as your legs give out, your entire body shaking. 

Graves' actions start to sink in, and gods does his betrayal hurt. It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before, worse than the time you broke your arm, worse than the time you got shot in the thigh, worse than any wound you had ever received. It’s like a physical pain, your heart feeling as though it’s been ripped from your chest. Tears well in your eyes, your fingers digging into your palms in an effort to stop your tears. 

You don’t know how long you sit in the rain, but it’s enough time for you to be completely soaked head to toe. You are surrounded by blood and bodies, and your mind reels as you survey the scene. Alejandro is gone, you’re not sure when he was taken away. Soaps rifle is still laying in the street, a very damming pool of blood underneath and around it. With the amount of blood he lost, you're surprised he's not dead. Oh gods he better not be dead.

“Y/n?” Graves' voice breaks the fog in your brain, “Darling? Are you alright? I know this was...a bit of a surprise…but I’m sure you understand.” 

“Graves…”

To be continued.

Notes: Sorry for how long this took!!! But it's here now! Hopefully Pt. 3 won't take me another thousand years. Anyways I hope you enjoy, and sorry if this is not the direction you wanted it to go :/ Tags: @redhoodxsupergirl @infpt-zylith @scarletdfox

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[latoyalestrange]

THE FOOL

p. pascal x f!oc

Masterlist | Playlist

Summary: They’re finally wrapping on the season with just a few scenes left to film. One of them being the most anticipated moments of the season; when Naela and Pedro’s characters give in to their deepest desires on camera.

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, filming an explicit scene and horknee Pedro!

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CHAPTER FIVE — CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT

The last episode. All of their training and hard work had led them to this moment. For this scene, they’d spent a few hours with instructors on how to be safe in a helicopter. Javi and Lucia were meant to be chasing one of Pablo’s accomplice’s in a helicopter, and the production team made sure they followed all of the protocols and procedures.

It was all pretty easy, keep your limbs inside and know how a parachute works just in case. The only part Naela disliked was the outfit.

Pedro covered his mouth as his eyes landed on her, trying to mask his chuckle. She was trying to tighten the straps on her vest but they were already as tight as possible. Her face twisted with frustration.

“What?” She looked down at the bullet proof vest that hung off of her, the heavy headphones almost slipping off of her head as she did so. She quickly straightened them and folded her arms. Boyd turned at the sound of Pedro’s laughter and smiled along with him.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Pedro took a deep breath.

Boyd rolled his eyes playfully. “What he means to say is you look beautiful, Naela. But I’m gonna go ask for a smaller vest, okay?” Even he couldn’t help it. He started chuckling as he finished and walked away. Pedro gave her an adoring smile as she pouted.

“Okay, I’m sorry. It’s an adorable look on you. How can I make it up to you, Naela?” He stepped toward her, and the familiar sense of tension started to build in her stomach.

“You could start by writing a ten page apology in MLA format,” she joked. He instantly burst into laughter, throwing his head back.

"Yes, ma'am. I'll have it done by the morning." She chuckled, and there was a short pause. His eyes lingered on hers as he smiled adoringly at her. Her worries about the scenes they would need to shoot later crept back into the front of her mind. Not only was she scared to be riding in a helicopter for the first time, she would be filming her first explicit scene, and with Pedro Pascal of all people.

She didn't have time to dwell on it though, because Boyd returned with a smaller, but still a ridiculous-looking vest. Pedro approached as well to assist her in tightening the straps. Once it felt secure, she held up an awkward thumbs up and Pedro patted her on the back.

Ugh. What was he doing to her? Flirting with her every chance he got and then knocking her down a peg with a damn pat on the back? It wasn't the first time Pedro had done something incredibly neutral, either. It would sometimes be an awkward side hug, or a comment about "friends" or even just a lack of intensity during one of their many interactions. Either way, every time it stung just as bad as the last. Why did he have to work her up, make her think they had something, and then in the next breath, make her wonder if he felt the same at all. Was it intentional? God, the things she would do to be able to see inside his head for even a second.

The helicopter that was dormant the entire time next to them suddenly began to start up, startling her out of her negative thoughts. The director shouted some directions that Naela could barely hear over the whirring of the blades in the wind. She followed Pedro and Boyd into the helicopter, along with a cameraman in the passenger seat and the pilot. Boyd took the farthest seat, but Pedro hesitated as he watched her climb in.

"You get in the middle instead, just in case." Naela realized they had turned their headsets on, hearing Pedro's smooth voice clearly. She nodded, happily accepting every ounce of special treatment he gave her. It was a little tight between the two broad men, but Naela didn't mind one bit. Crew members handed them their stage weapons from outside of the helicopters and soon they were lifting off into the air.

Naela could honestly say her first helicopter ride was a success. It was a little nerve-wracking, practically hanging out of the door to pretend shoot at someone, but she felt safe with everyone with her and the straps holding her inside. She could tell she looked badass doing it too. She didn't feel the same way when they landed, however. She lasted a only a few seconds before she had to run to the other side of the helicopter to empty the contents of her stomach. Luckily Pedro helped her feel less embarrassed by telling her the cameraman looked like he was going to do the same the entire time they were filming in the air.

They took a minute, just sitting in the AC and drinking water once they got back to the studio lot. Pedro sat with her the entire time, chatting and getting her anything she needed. Once she felt well enough to eat, they joined the others for lunch at the group of tables they set up inside.

Still feeling a little queasy, Naela picked up some fresh fruit and cheese slices from the charcuterie board. Once she grabbed a water bottle for herself, she made her way over to the table Boyd, Joanna, Pedro, and Paulina were sitting at.

Naela was mostly quiet, other than answering a few questions and butting in on occasion. She barely touched her food and hoped everyone would believe it was because she got sick earlier. Honestly, after thinking about what scene they were scheduled to film next, she felt like she had to throw up all over again.

Pedro hung back once the others started trickling away to take a break or prepare for their next scene. They sat in silence for a moment as he finished his food.

He sighed, “So.” Naela chuckled after a second, happy he broke the awkward silence.

“So,” she mimicked him.

“We should talk about the next scene we have to do, Naela.” He crumbled up his napkin after wiping his mouth.

“Yeah, I guess so,” she responded nervously, shifting in her seat next to him.

“I want you to know that if at any point you feel uncomfortable, just say the word, and I’ll stop. Even though it’s not real, it can be…intense sometimes.” He looked her directly in the eye, and she could feel the seriousness in his words. “I don’t care if the crew has anything to say about it. We’re not doing anything you don’t want to do.”

She nodded, feeling a little more relieved. “Okay. Thank you.”

He just smiled warmly at her before pulling himself up out of his seat and extending his hand out to her. She took it graciously and followed him to the costumes trailer.

For her peace of mind, it was only Pedro, the director, and the bare minimum camera and audio crew. It still felt like an entire audience as she sauntered out in her robe that covered her mostly exposed body, other than a thin nude thong and pasties. So, essentially, she was naked. She continuously told herself how grateful she was to have this opportunity as she was getting ready. As expected, she was doubting those thoughts in this moment.

Pedro was sitting casually on the bed as the crew made the final adjustments to the lighting and setup. He gave her a reassuring smile as she approached him, her arms wrapped around her midsection like a shield.

“Still nervous?” She nodded, feeling a smile creep back onto her face once she noticed his attire. She really had no reason to be embarrassed as he was sitting in front of her with the smallest nude breifs she’d ever seen. She forced her eyes to focus on his face.

“Okay, now remember,” Tom, the director butted in as he stepped forward. “You were just out celebrating taking down one of Escobar’s allies. The excitement reels the both of you in even though you agreed to never do this again.”

Pedro nodded, “It’s bad for work, but I don’t care.” He looked directly at Naela as he said this. Damn.

“Yes, exactly. You’re too lost in eachother to care about the rules. Take a second to really get in the moment.” He backed away, making sure they understood before returning to the chair behind the screen. Pedro pulled himself back onto the bed and positioned himself on his knees, facing the headboard of Lucia’s bed. Reluctantly, she approached the side of the bed as a member of the crew helped position the blanket around Pedro’s waist.

“Ready?” He looked up at her with a sincere and comforting smile. She nodded, taking a deep breath before slowly untying her robe. Pedro instinctively grabbed the blanket behind him and held it up, covering the crew’s view as the silk slipped off of her shoulders. Her arms instantly wrapped around her waist, feeling the cold air all around her. She didn’t hesitate to slip under the covers with him as the camera was positioned parallel to their bodies. She watched, looking around at everyone as they looked into the camera’s and their feedback on the screens for the director.

“Hey, look at me.” Pedro was looming over her now, his muscles flexing as he planted his hands on either side of her.

“Don’t pay attention to them. Just breathe,” he instructed. She could barely hold eye contact and she had no idea what to do with her hands.

“Okay, angle looks good…Pedro, can you lift her legs up a bit?” Tom projected across the set. Pedro looked at her before answering, waiting for her permission. Her chest still heaving with anxiety, she oblidged and wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Okay, great, now bring your chest closer, Pedro.” He sighed, letting his head fall.

“You’re sure this is okay?” He asked, concern in his brow.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s fine. Promise.” Naela mustered up the best smile she could as she looked up at him.

“Okay…” With that, he slinked one arm under her waist and with the other, he planted his forearm next to her shoulder. She could feel the warmth from his bare chest on her skin, making her feel much less exposed. Their faces were inches apart now as they waited for more instruction.

“That’s perfect, just give us one second…okay, season one, episode 12, scene 28, marker…and action!”

Suddenly, everything felt so real. She was in the same mindset as Lucia. Every kiss, every touch felt meaningful, even though she knew they were not. She was in the moment and she wished so badly that she could have this in real life. The way Pedro sounded, the way he spoke to her was divine in a way that she could never describe. His voice sent goosebumps across her skin.

At the same time, she knew it was wrong. So wrong. She’d never even thought about cheating on anyone, but now she wished she was. She wished she started four months ago when they met.

If she were honest with herself, she knew her relationship with Josh wasn’t going anywhere. He was still in the college mindset, not taking his career seriously and spending most of his free time partying or playing video games. He consistently gave her the absolute bare minimum when deep down, she deserved to be treated like a princess. That was exactly how she felt with Pedro.

So, no, Naela didn’t feel bad. In fact, she felt incredible. Although she wasn’t getting any relief, per se, she was absolutely drunk on the feeling of their clothes hips gyrating together. Their moans were almost too convincing as the camera closed in on them. Knowing they were nearing the end of the scene, Pedro forced her wrists on either side of her and planted a passionate kiss on her lips for a big finish. She wouldn’t have known the director called cut off Pedro hadn’t withdrawn himself back onto his knees, making sure she stayed covered. His chest was heaving as he looked down at her with an unfamiliar expression on his face. He almost looked annoyed…or hungry?

“Here,” he whispered as he leaned over the edge of the bed, grabbing her robe. He handed it to her beneath the blanket and tried his best not to watch as she wrapped it around herself again.

“Thank you.” She smirked as she noticed his hands blocking her view below his waist. She decided not to tease him verbally, but she did feel like it was necessary to sway her hips with purpose as she walked off to the dressing room.

Flirting isn’t technically cheating, right?

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[motherstone]

Sitting

Idk, I kinda just decided to challenge myself to portray a character's personality w the way they sit... And tbh I don't think I 100% captured it, w Riva and most esp Aly. Which I guess makes sense, bc they're the characters that I'm still trying to figure out on revising and their personality/story would go (the revision that I'm trying to do in my had anyway). Some of the poses are referenced from wha and dungeon meshi.

Some notes:

Riva's and Aly's designs here aren't final, esp Aly's. I think I almost got what Riva's design would be, she's like 80% finalized as a lot of the elements I wanted to portray her with made it, my only issue is that she looks way too much like the FMC in Tellurion (go read it btw it's great). I dislike how the boots look, could look way more 'military/rich' but alas what mattered to me at that time was "finished" not perfect, and I could always change it later.

Decided to end Riva's braids w sharp bits bc I recall there's a game character that had that same design, but for the life of me cannot recall where. I considered making her raincoat yellow, bc it's her most recognizable feature in her introduction and makes sense for the rain, but it doesn't look very "alchemist". I also wanted to make her a pixie cut, but I haven't laid out her story to the audience yet. Maybe later.

Aly, I'm deeply dissatisfied with. I honestly can't think up of clothing that looks like she would wear but also tell a story that's in line with the worldbuilding I made so rn I just improvised. The idea is that she looks like a pilot foremost, her outfit largely based on what she wore in book 7. And of course, sharing the same boots as Riva. But she doesn't look very "Cielan" aside from it.

Honestly, I initially thought planned to make Navin pose more childishly, but I realized that I also wanted to portray a somber side to him that doesn't get much exploring about, so we get that.

And er. Sorry for being quiet. Lots of bad stuff happening (not personally, but in general w the world) and I honestly didn't know how to deal with it properly. I honestly didn't think it was appropriate to make stuff esp during dark times, but there's only so much insanity I could take so I had to pick up a pen again.

#motherstone art #amulet series #prince trellis #kazu kibuishi #emily hayes #navin hayes #riva ash #alyson hunter #I'm mostly on twitter retweeting awareness bc there's honestly not much I could do #I also encourage you all to do the same. Esp when there's several genocides happening rn

[callsigndragon]

Hi Jenn (I’m saying hi as if we don’t have an active group chat that we talk in every day 🤦🏻‍♀️😂)

Anyways! If you’re don’t mind my request, and if no one has asked for this yet, this shrimp asks for prompt list 1, #15 with the himbo 😉 (as if you didn’t expect this from me 😂)

Pls and thank you! 😬💛

-Shrimp 🦐

| Kiss, kiss |

Bradley Bradshaw x reader

A/N: My loooooove! I'm sorry this is so short and probably crap but here you go hahahaha. Love you lots ❤️

It all started with quick pecks behind closed doors. 

Bradley didn't need anything more, actually. Just a quick peck once in a while, so he could continue with his day. He would look out for you in the hangar, and once he had seen you checking a plane that had just been repaired. Then he checks around, making sure that nobody is looking, and pulls you close by the belt loops of your jeans, crashing his lips against yours as if it was the first time in ages he’d kissed you. 

It was cute, and while it was risky, as not a lot of people knew about your relationship, and you wanted to keep it that way, Bradley always checked the surroundings to see if there was someone around that could notice them and spread the word. 

But then, Bradley became a little shit and began to kiss you in the most inappropriate places. In the parking lot when you get out of work, and he’s waiting for you to get you home. 

At the Hard Deck, when he makes you gestures from the other side of the room while you’re with your friends. He gestures you to go outside, so he can kiss you and compliment your outfit. “And I bet it looks ten times better on my bedroom floor.” 

None of you enter back to the bar after he says that. 

Bradley justifies his behavior adducing that he might be deployed at any moment and while most of the time you get deployed too because mechanics are always needed, it might happen that someday, somehow, he has to travel away without you. 

And as soon as those words leave his mouth, it happens. He gets deployed on a mission in the Pacific for a month or so. Calls are good, when they are possible, but you usually end up texting each other, and you get texts at the most random times. It’s exasperating. 

It makes you realize that you want the relationship to be public, so you don’t have to keep quiet about how much you miss him, and how much you hope he’s okay. You just have to wait and see what happens. 

“Y/n, you’ve been called to the main hangar. It seems like there’s an F-18 that makes a weird noise.” Your boss says, handing you a folder with the plane number written in blue letters. You recognize that number, but it’s hard to remember as you have many planes to fix and even helicopters now. 

“I’ll go right now, sir.” 

You walk towards the hangar, really close from where your office is, and then start looking the said plane, the one that’s giving trouble and making ‘weird noises’. It’s surprising the amount of times you get called to check an aircraft for that reason. It’s usually an easy fix, but you always check the whole thing, just to make sure that nothing happens later when the aircraft is in the air. 

Checking the number of the plane, you see the name of the pilot written on the side. 

Lt. Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw. 

“When did he come back?” You ask aloud, not expecting an answer. 

“Three hours ago, actually.” Bradley says, appearing from behind the plane, a bouquet of flowers in hand. He drops the flowers to the floor once he sees you running towards him, catching you mid-air. "I'm gonna guess you missed me a lot." 

"It's been a whole month of not getting my kisses. I want my kisses." 

He looks at you, a teasing smirk that you've missed for a whole month. "Weren't you the one who said that you didn't want to get caught by the others?" 

You raise an eyebrow, carefully choosing your next words to make him suffer a bit. "Well, then. Put me down, I'm sure Hangman will be more than happy to give me a ki-"

He kisses you before you can even finish your sentence. He pulls away, a whole minute after, leaving you breathless and dizzy. "You're mine, babe. Don't forget that."

"Jealous, aren't we?"

"For you? Yes. I don't wanna lose you." 

You shake your head, kissing him softly. "You're not gonna lose me, idiot. Now, what about we go get something to eat?" 

"Are you on the menu?" He says, slowly leaving you on the floor. 

"I can be the dessert." You smirk.

"Never have I been so excited for dessert." 

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[torchflies]

Two Purim Nights (5755 and 5777) or How Iceman met Hangman

| Little Purim drabble I had kicking around in my drafts, dropping it in here a day late. 😂 🕍|

Jericho meets Tom for the first time on Purim, 5755. 

It's not the first time Tom meets Jericho, but now that the boy is seven he has the ability to remember this interaction, one that tastes like raspberry hamantaschen and sounds uproarious and loud. 

He sits beside Tom for the reading of the Megillah, in English first and then in Hebrew. He distinctly remembers sitting by Tom because a nasty flu had taken out most of their usual Torah readers, so it was Jericho’s father who read the Megillah in Hebrew for the congregation. His Mama was scared of his baby sister getting sick so she and Leah stayed home while Jericho and his father went to Beth El that night.

Jericho remembers Tom because they had matching outfits. 

He had begged his Abba day and night for weeks, until the Captain had returned from Pearl Harbor-Hickam with a little green flight suit for Jake — the smallest they had in stock, but one that still hung off him like an oversized onesie. He had to fold and stuff the legs into a pair of boots two sizes too big and roll up the arms until it looked like he had a pair of cloth water-wings, but he didn't care. It was a real flight suit! 

He has a pair of his Abba’s aviators perched on his head in front of his green kippah and he practically throws himself down beside Tom, two groggers in hand. 

The blond looks at him with a surprised little smile and reaches out to fix Jericho’s collar with long, nimble fingers. He has a piano player’s hands, like Jericho’s Mama. He even looks like her too, with his very blond hair, round lips and sharp nose. They even have the same pretty blue eyes, like cake frosting. 

“I'm a pilot!” The seven-year-old chirps, swinging his big heavy boots. “Are you a pilot too?”

Tom nods obligingly, opening his copy of the Megillah and holding a finger to his lips, “Shush, we’re about to start, tattele.”

Jericho nods back, very seriously, and finds his place with his finger. Tom reaches over to nudge it into the right spot. He does that periodically throughout the two readings, making horse noises and quietly acting out the sillier scenes to make Jericho laugh into his folded hands. Tom is the funniest pilot he's ever met. They whip their groggers together when they hear Haman’s name and Jericho dissolves into frantic giggles at the bigger blond’s faces, like he's just taken a whiff of the stinkiest cheese. 

After the readings and blessings, he drags Tom into the social hall with both hands, so that they can grab some hamantaschen and punch. 

He keeps up a running commentary on everything he knows about airplanes and jets and the Navy. He tells Tom all about his Abba the Captain and about how much he wants to fly one day. 

They're in the middle of discussing which is better, poppy seed or fruit hamantaschen, with chocolate sliding in as a left field contentor, when his Abba comes up to them with a grin. 

“Tomek!” He exclaims, reaching out to shake Tom’s hand with both of his, “When did you get back stateside?”

“Last week.” Tom smiles, “He's gotten big.” He juts his chin towards Jericho, who is trying to fit an entire cookie into his mouth in one go. 

His Abba laughs, “He's just like Sarah that one, he’ll be taller than me by spring.”

“He's six?”

“Seven!” Jericho pipes up with a giggle. 

“Ah!” Tom reaches over to ruffle his hair, “Your Mama was taller than me by the time we were seven.”

Jericho tilts his head, “You know my Mama?”

Tom looks at him like he's trying to hold the whole world in one go. “I do, she's my twin sister.” 

—

On Purim, 5777 — Jake Seresin dresses as a pilot again for the umpteenth time and sits beside Tom Kazansky at Beth El, with two groggers in hand and a smile on his face. A smile, that he now realizes, is identical to Tom’s.

#top gun maverick #top gun #tom iceman kazansky #jake hangman seresin #jewish iceman kazansky #Jewish Jake hangman seresin #purim #kit writes stuff #sarah kazansky

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

Trigun Stampede Episode 1 Reaction

Ok here goes. Idk how entertaining I'll be but... you know. This is mostly because I am having a weird time of things rn. Also, I have no background knowledge of this series whatsoever asides from that it might be a western and there was a 90s series and manga also, so if you're an og fan and this is painful... I am sorry lol.

But without further ado, let's go!

Oh. We're in space. ...ok then!

Well this just went poorly. Rip cryo-people.

Noooo mom :(

Ok so I can't tell; is the ship on autopilot or is Nai piloting it, because if it's the latter - you go, little guy, you got skill.

Cannot explain how funny this is. "I would like to use my communication skills more! I would like to make a positive impact!" <- every resumé ever if you want to get a job lol. Birth place "December"... interesting. There's also a "November" and a "July". Why all names of the months? But it's also May, like, temporally - is that not a bit confusing for people? I don't know what "PE081" means as a birth date... also she is. Tiny. Smol, even.

Ah, young idealist, older cynic dynamic. Always pretty fun.

These two have now both shoved papers in each other's faces. Whipping your coworker in the face with a well-timed paper can be a form of affection... I think?

HJHFBSJHC??????

Are none of them... warm? In these outfits? In the desert?

Bro's arm just fell off. "There it goes" Does this happen a lot to you sir???

Our protagonist, everyone.

"He's evil and destructive" Have you... looked at him. Like, don't judge a book by its cover but. Have you looked at him?

^He has kicked puppy energy.

I have nothing to say. Just look at this.

Map! I love maps!

Sand ocean??? Like there's no oceans? How do they get water??? Odd that July is here but not December or November. I'm assuming these are three of the "seven cities"? What are the other four? Are they also month-themed? Also some of these names are real funny. These people naming their towns and cities like "Creepy Valley" and "Stinky Lakeside". Actually seems quite normal to me tbh. And we are in Jeneora Rock atm it seems. Is it going to update as we go? That'd be cool! :D

Hjdfhvdjh he just stayed tied up for. Some reason. Roberto's face 😂

Oh, huh. Plants are. Biological organisms and not power plants. Like I assumed. So they were made but can't be made anymore because they don't have the knowledge or the technology? Odd...

His bounty is about the same as a new plant... how convenient...

Ok I know I said 'kicked puppy energy' earlier but you don't have to actually kick him...

Boy really does not want to hurt anyone :( (Hmmm now I'm starting to think he probably has at some point...)

Damn, that's some quick thinking Roberto.

Meryl: "Idk senpai this guy seems like he sucks" hjfhgnvj

Aw, buddy. Dropping the goofiness as soon as the crowd can't see him anymore :(

Hey I just realized his jacket has "SEEDS" on the arm like the spaceship! But he didn't have the coat when he got ejected so...... I'm sure I will find out later.

You guys cannot hear the quiet giggling I'm making right now. This shot plus the music - I was right about the western genre apparently, it's just on another planet.

BRO????? Where'd you pull the rocket launcher from?????? Wtf????? Why would you do that?????

Ah. He's lost his mind.

Roberto just bodily flinging Meryl into the alley ahdfihvs

He's out of bullets??? 😭

...he's crying.

Dang Meryl, you got a great throwing arm!

Oh shit. Yeah, I had a feeling he was actually extremely competent. He's holding back on purpose.

NO FRICKIN WAY. ONE BULLET WAS ALL HE NEEDED???

Ok now the animators are just showing off.

Oh. Hm. I was wondering where Nai went and. Hm. Yeah the whole accomplice thing might explain Vash's reticence to actually fight. His brother killed Rem? Yikes. He did offer his hand out to her at the beginning though... idk did he really mean for her to die along with the others? The music is hauntingly beautiful btw!

...his name is Millions Knives?

Aaaand that's a wrap on that! I'm intrigued and I feel like this episode answered absolutely nothing but raised a whole lot of questions, which is, well, what a first episode should do. The animation is really sharp geez. I generally prefer 2D animation but there's a lot of character to the expressions and motions - I think they really pulled it off!

Until next episode!

#story watches trigun stampede #trigun stampede #hope this is at least kind of fun? sorry I haven't been great about updating #I am juggling a lot of things atm #storyrambles

[rolotouto]

More Rolo lines from Lost Stories: First, the line I was missing for when his Awaken level is at max. These level up lines are shared by both (and probably all future) Rolos: ・Nobody can rival me. I'm sure. The rest of the video are all of his exclusive lines as “Rolo [The First Time of Peacefulness]”, including his Home, Battle and Trust lines: ・When we went shopping, Brother said these clothes would suit me, and bought them for me. Having someone buy clothes for you... feels funny somehow. Hehe. (TN: "Funny" as in "strange.") ・The members of the student council also praised me, saying it suits me very well, but it must be because of my brother's good taste, who picked it out for me. ・My brother said he put the outfit together choosing marine colors to evoke the beach. I've never gone to the beach for leisure before, but I think I'd like to take a little walk by the seaside. ・It's an outfit Brother chose for me, but I think Brother would look good in this kind of clothing too. If Brother and I wore matching outfits… would it be strange? ・I used to think that any clothing would do as long as it fit the occasion. But wearing new clothes like this makes things fun. It's thanks to Brother that I could discover this feeling... ・It seems Brother is going for a preliminary inspection at an aquarium by the sea. Apparently, he's looking for a location to hide KMFs that can move underwater. Perfect, I'll go there wearing this outfit! ・An aquarium, huh… I've never been there for leisure. When I went there for missions, I didn't think much about it, so why is it that… when I'm with Brother I get all restless…

I previously claimed that these Home lines were aimed at Mario/Maya, but now I believe he isn't talking to anyone in particular, which is why he discusses his past so openly. After all, if Home characters addressed Mario/Maya, then you wouldn't be able to choose him/herself as your Home character. However, you can, so… I must have been mistaken.

・I've been to aquariums for missions before, but I don't have any memories of looking at the fish or inside the tanks. I probably wasn't interested in anything. But now… (TN: Might be "I've been to an aquarium for a mission")

I love the attention to his character here. The writers understand that he used to focus solely on accomplishing missions and was too empty inside to take an interest in anything, but now, in the present, he's always so introspective, contemplating how his emotions and experiences are changing. My Rolo... ♥

・The objective is still to do a preliminary inspection. But perhaps it wouldn't hurt to enjoy the aquarium with Brother a bit. Just like real siblings... ・That's right, maybe it will also help Brother to take a break! It would be nice if Brother enjoys going around the aquarium with me...

Notice how he is initially a little shy when expressing his desire to enjoy the aquarium, until he realizes Lelouch could also benefit from the idea. Just like when he kills "for Lelouch", he usually needs to delude himself rationalize how his actions will benefit Lelouch before allowing himself to carry them out—even when said actions are actually as selfish as killing Shirley or Nunnally. I'm not saying this trait is a positive aspect of his personality, just that it is part of his personality and, as always, I'm just glad to see Rolo acting like himself. From the moment he betrayed the Order—or even earlier, from the moment he started to enjoy living as more than just their tool—Rolo developed a new sense of identity and personal desires. However, I believe the obligation to serve someone remains ingrained in him, causing him to inevitably rely on the need to prove himself useful to Lelouch. Onto his battle lines:

・If it’s with brother, I’d like to go to an aquarium or the sea together… The same line as when scouted. ・I will drown you in the sea. Probably did drown some of those pilots he was escaping from in Turn 19... ・I have plans with Brother! The tone is meant to sound like "Why is there a battle now when I have other things to do!" ・What a pain. ・Let's end this. ・Don't disturb me! ・Bye. Those were Battle lines, but then there's the following Home line which wasn't included inside the "character archive": ・I keep checking over and over whether I might have gotten it dirty without noticing… As far as I can tell, the other Rolo didn't have any non-archived lines, so I have no explanation for this! Well, to be precise, all characters have month-exclusive non-archived lines that I haven't posted yet (you can only hear the September line during September, etc.), but this line here isn't one of those, so I'm puzzled... Anyway, cute, anxious Rolo. Lastly, the Trust videos: ・When I told President Milly that my brother had picked out this outfit, she was impressed and said 'Good taste.' ・Shirley-san said that I'm cute… If that means that this outfit suits me, I'd be happy.

・That person who is Brother's collaborator said, 'Someday I want to go to the sea with everyone,' but for me, if I'm with Brother, that's enough. I had to ask about this over at the guild, and I can't find anyone who has a clear idea who he's talking about. Probably Mario/Maya. ・It's the first time I've been so happy about receiving clothes from someone. I know: Next time, I want to choose clothes for Brother. Once again, considering that Mario/Maya has Trust levels you can upgrade as well, he/she is probably not the listener as I had assumed in previous posts. So the attribute might be called "Trust", but Rolo isn't really trusting anyone in particular within the story. ---

There have recently been special outfits during the birthdays of certain characters - specifically Suzaku, Jeremiah and Cécile, so far. If they release only one character per month, then I'd assume Rolo won't receive his Birthday alt this year, seeing as he's competing against Euphy, Anya, Guilford, Clovis, and Nunnally, but the chance is there! If my birthstone googling is correct, October should get a Tourmaline or Opal-related outfit.

#rolo lamperouge #sailor rolo #code geass #code geass r2 #translation #lost stories #code geass lost stories #rolo becoming conscious of what he wears

[twosroos]

All Grown Up [ch. 10]

roos says ! GUYS ITS HAPPENING. everyone STAY CALM. I love this chapter so much, even if it gets a bit summary-ish in the middle.

desc: on the second day of the rodeo you make a realization that you kinda already knew deep down.

notable characters: robert "bob" floyd

TWs: cursing, illusions to sex, heavy kissing

ao3 link ! previous chapter ! next chapter !

It's about three when you break apart from training to go hunt down some food. And, as you turn the corner, you see two familiar faces standing by a popcorn stall and laughing.

"Hey, Robyn! Ash!" You shout, weaving through the stalls being set up to jump on your brother's back.

"Ey!" he shouts, laughing as his hand comes up to yours, "How was training?"

"Better than I thought it would be," You let your feet hit the ground and walked around your brother, placing your hands on your hips, "How'd you get away from mom?"

"We told her we were coming down to help Robyn's cousin with her pretzel stands. She's not coming in for another hour." Asher grins and you scowl.

"That's cruel." You huff, before a voice calls, and Asher is whisked away by one of his old friends, leaving you and Robyn alone for a second, so you turn and say, "I don't know how you love that man as much as you do, Robyn."

"He's not as bad as you all make him seem." Robyn teases back, watching his boyfriend speaks with amicable movements, then after a moment he turns to you and says, "In four days, Bob will be back in California. Make a move before it's too late, you never know what's gonna happen to him in the Navy."

"Hey, Robyn!" Asher calls and Robyn gives you a gentle smile before he walks away to greet whoever Asher had gotten stuck with. You just stand there, biting your lip. Robyn was right. The Navy was completely unpredictable, and despite knowing you'd just told your siblings you'd wait... was it really stupid for you to do this? It was Robby. Robert Floyd. Your best friend since third grade. Who, even if you'd fought with him on and off, you still came back together. And, for some reason, you were completely in love with him. Plus, even when you'd told yourself you'd stay away, you knew you weren't trying that hard when it really came down to ignoring the feelings. You were stupidly in love with that man.

You internally prayed that it wouldn't be your downfall and that your siblings weren't right. 

--

The next time you see someone to converse with, it's after you've changed for the night. The carnival didn't start until seven, but at five you're fully dressed and ready, and the nerves start to settle in. You stare at yourself in the mirror of your trailer, adjusting your black jeans and sparkly shirt before leaning closer to grab a brush to touch up your makeup and you use your hands to move your hair around to your preferred spot under your black stetson. After checking your phone to make sure it was fully charged, you slipped it into your pocket and carefully made your way out and into the main area. A lot more people ambled around, finishing up preparations for the night. You waved hello to a woman you vaguely recognized from church when you'd gone consistently with your mother as a kid, and then turned and walked straight into someone's chest.

"Careful there," a voice teased and you rolled your eyes at Jake's glinted smile under his brown stetson, "Nice look, Rhinestone."

"Why thank you, Hangman." You grin and watch his face shift when he realizes you do in fact know his callsign.

"Who--"

"Yo!" A voice shouts and you turn to see a dorkish smile on most of the male pilots' faces as they study your new outfit. Black flare jeans that were snug in every right spot, a baggy gem-studded collared shirt, with matching rhinestone cowboy boots and a hat. You give them a small twirl and the guys are hyping you up, Phoenix and Halo laughing at their reactions but giving you thumbs-ups when you look at them for approval.

"It's tacky, cheugy even." You laughed, "But, this is uniform for me by now."

"When Asher said you were The, and he very much emphasized the 'the'

 in that sentence-- Rhinestone Cowgirl, I had no idea what he meant. But now, I get it." Coyote says, "how long have you been doin' this?"

"Since..." You hum, "about 2015? After I graduated from college, I did my first competition in makeup and I was teased for being some sort of Buckel Bunny, so I made it a brand."

"Smart move," Rooster hums, "I do like the gems on the stetson."

As the group laughs at Rooster's comment, Phoenix shrugs, "Hey, he helped me find my dress for the Navy Ball after this deployment. He's got an eye for fashion."

"I inherited my mother's eye." Rooster shrugs and you snort, rolling your eyes before a figure moves up to the group. Your heart leaps to your throat, feeling suddenly on edge as you spot a dark brown stetson bobbing along. Stepping a bit towards Jake discreetly, you peek over Payback's shoulder to see who's approaching. To your delight, you see Bob walking up with Robyn and Avalon behind him, all three of them carrying a few takeout boxes each. The first one of the trio you make eye contact with is none other than your sister, who immediately wolf-whistles.

"Damn, mama!" She shouts, coming over to really study your outfit, "those jeans fit you better every time I look!"

"Oh, stop." You flush, eyes flickering over to where you make eye contact with Bob, and he's definitely checking you out a bit more than the other passers-by.

"Catching flies again, Rob?" Avalon teases and he clicks his jaw shut, rolling his eyes as he hands out the takeout containers to their respective owners.

"when someone looks good, they look good." Bob shrugs, sending you a not-so-subtle wink that has your heart leaping into your throat and your brain short-circuiting. It's not even anything grand, but here you are, reduced to a soft giggle and a red face.

"Well-" A screeching noise cuts off whatever probably lewd comment Harvard tries to say, and you look to the side to see some of the rides starting to test. Then, the radio on your hip screeches, and you grab it.

"Hey, this is Rhinestone--" you send a look to Jake, showing that he'd guessed your radio name before you continue, "Can you repeat that? Broke up on my end."

"Sorry Rhinestone, it's Jazzy, we need you to get ready for the show to start. Can you come down and help us with the horses?" Jazzy says. She was the organizer of the event, a sweet older woman who had started the festival years ago with her wife. 

"On my way, honey." You grin and then clip the walkie back to your belt, "Welp. I'll see you guys at the show!"

"See ya!" the group echoes, and Bob steps up, parting himself from them.

"Good luck, if you need it, Rhinestone." He says softly as the group turns away to speak amongst themselves, Coyote calling out a ride that just opened its queue early. You note some people are trickling in already, judging by the noise of voices behind you.

"I could always use an extra boost." You smile at Bob, shoving your hands in your pockets with a puff of your chest.

"And I meant it when I said you looked good. You do." He smiles, "Go win that, you could do it with your eyes closed."

"Don't challenge me." You smile, and as a beat of awkward stillness passes, you grab Bob's jaw and pull him down for a gentle kiss on the crown of his cheek. He pauses, lips gaped, before smiling.

"You missed." He teases, a hand grabbing your own and poking your thumb to his bottom lip. Before you can do anything though, Payback calls for him, so he breaks away with another wink and a wave as he's enveloped in the mass of pilots.

You can still feel his hand ghosting yours.

--

"Go, Olivia!" You shout, "Come on, babe!"

Once she passes you, cheering herself and her horse on, you jog to catch up to her. Her curly hair bounces as you chase after her horse, grabbing the reins from her and circling the stallion around.

"Amazing!" You cheer, "That was awesome, Olivia!"

"Thank you!" She giggles, looking at her time and gasping as she begins freaking out-- in a good way, about her time. So much so, you have to hand off the reins to capture her in a tight hug as she jumps off her horse. Only ten and she was shattering local records. She'd outgrow your training eventually, but you just loved these moments and wanted to keep them forever.

"I did it, Miss! I did it!" She cheers, landing on her feet after you set her down and she laughs, jumping around ecstatically as the staff takes her stallion back to the barn.

"You did! You did exactly what you needed to!" You encourage her, then watch as she runs off to envelop her mother in a bone-crushing hug. You smile, straightening yourself out as your attention is called by a new voice.

"Naomi." You greet and she smiles, letting her mare pace around a bit before the race. You both congratulate Olivia on her winning time, and she's escorted off to the 'team watching box' as you had come to call it over the years. Then, the announcements start and you grab ahold of her mare's reins, and begin to walk to where she needs to start. Teacher mode engages immediately.

“Pick left or right, you know your horse, pick whichever way she wants to go!” You yell over the cheering of the audience as the announcer begins to transition to Naomi's introduction, “Sit deep, use your inside hand to guide ‘er through, and make sure to support the ribs! Okay?”

“You keep yellin’ commands and I’ll cry.” She teases, adjusting her stetson and nodding, “If I make this win, you know I qualify for the Open.”

“Me too, so you better win this so we can go together.” You squeeze her knee, “you know if you go, I’m right by your side kid, Fuego or not.”

“I know, Miss.” Naomi has to physically lean back as she tries to hold her mare back from rushing through the course herself before the cue.

“Kill ‘em, hotshot! You got this!” You cheer, backing out of the way and hopping a fence you’re technically not supposed to hop. It's not like anyone really cared, but the rules were the rules, even if you disobey them. As you watch Naomi's race, it's the same thing. Cheering, jumping, clapping, and then chasing her down to help her pull her mare to a stop. The only difference is that she immediately knows she's won, considering she was last in her division, and when he turns to you with a glistening of tears in her eyes you laugh.

"I told you!" You shout, watching her clamber off her horse excitedly, "You had this in the bag--"

She squeezes you in a tight hug, arms locked around your back as she whispers, "Thank you."

"Of course, kid." You smile back, tightening your grasp.

--

“The final ride tonight is special. She’s not only fighting to qualify in the NFR Open but also to raise money for the charity we’re supporting this year. The NFR Barrel Racing champion from 2018 to 2020, is coming to reclaim her crown.” The announcer grins and you look over to see your students cheering you on as you guide Fuego slowly along the path, “ladies and gents, get on your feet for her, everyone’s favorite star-studded American angel, Miss Y/n, The Rhinestone Cowgirl, riding her beloved mare, Fuego!”

As soon as you give the smallest hint of a whistle, Fuego's pulling ahead. It takes you only half a second to recover from the surprise, plenty of time to pick the right barrel. Fuego slows a bit in the turn, but the second she can send herself flying across the dirt she's rushing. Over the years, you had to give Fuego less and less input, and it was really paying off as (even though you made sure she stayed clean) you barely had to tell her to speed up or slow down as you approached barrels. It was like she had memorized the course. You certainly had.

Once you clear the last barrel, you lean in and whack Fuego's flank with your hand as she speeds up to a speed you're not used to on her. Once the buzzer chimes, letting you know you've successfully passed the line, you have to actually tug hard to get Fuego to even slow down. Usually, she was easy to stop, but something about the air tonight made her feel like a whole new mare. Eventually, you manage to get Fuego stable after her run, her thrashing calming down only moments after she realizes you're done. The audience is still cheering when you turn back to see the time. A beautiful seventeen and fifty-two seconds staring back at you.

"She does it again!" The announcer comes over the radio and you laugh, using one hand to raise your shimmering stetson to the crowd as you pump your fist against your chest with the other. The audience roars, slamming their feet into the stands, and Fuego shakes her head low at the noise as you scream out a noise of pure, euphoric celebration.

"Let's fuckin' go!" You hear a voice scream and you turn to see Bob cheering from behind you where he stands with his friends. Your chest feels light, and the feeling of your heart thudding against your ribs is as prominent as the feeling of your blood rushing through your veins. You let out a laugh as you wave to the audience, hopping off of Fuego once you see your Mom has her reins. You book it straight to Bob, his arms easily taking you into a tight hug as he swings you around.

"Holy shit!" You laugh, once your feet are on solid ground, and he grabs your stetson from your hand before he places it gently on your head with a soft smile.

"Congratulations." He whispers and you grin, a hand on his chest and the other still wrapped around his shoulders.

"Thanks, Robby." You whisper, relishing the way his hand ghosts over your cheek as he gives you a gentle look.

"Yeah." he stammers and you grin, quickly pressing yet another kiss to his cheek before turning to grab Naomi and Olivia for the awards ceremony. Olivia places second by a fifth of a second, which she doesn't care about, she's happy to have gotten such a good time. Which, is good coaching if you do say so yourself. When Naomi wins she cries, tackling you in a hug again, and you squeeze the daylights out of her as she shouts, 

"I did it! I did it, oh my god!"

Then, when you win (by only .001) you pump your fist after receiving the little paper that says that you get to go to the Open. When you make it back to your friends after spending a good twenty minutes taking pictures, you do another fist pump when the pilots cheer. You are taken into warm hugs and laughter, somehow ending up on Hangman's shoulders by the end of it as you see Maverick somewhere in the corner of your eye snapping pictures. 

The way you've slotted into this group is completely foreign to you. For pretty much your entire life it had just been you and Robby, a dynamic duo, but now you had been welcomed so easily by the pilots. It almost felt like home. As your set down, Phoenix announces she's stealing Payback and Fanboy to go buy celebratory drinks for everyone, Bob reappears. As you walk behind the group, he slots his hand into yours and it's like the two of you were molded to be this way. Everything fits so perfectly, it makes you realize that in four days this will all be done. You'll wave goodbye to Rob and his friends in the morning, and then probably head down to the farm to train. And you hate it. Something in you mourns the loss you haven't even had yet. Mostly for what is slowly becoming true with Bob, you know that subconsciously, but also for the friends you've met.

So you spend the rest of the night (after sending your mom home with Fuego to ensure she'd be safe) wrapped up in a bubble with them. You go on rides, eat way too many sweets, laugh your way through to the closing call of the carnival, and when you wave goodbye to the security guards as you leave, you notice two things: Bob's jacket fits you in a way that brings the most amount of comfort you've ever felt and the plush wolf he won for you would look great on the window sill above your bed. It was just the right size.

You end up in the passenger seat of Bob's truck, the windows down as you tell him your mom needs you to turn off the lights in the barn because she forgot. He just nods, the radio playing Elvin Bishop as he makes a left instead of a right at the forked road and takes the dirt path to the back of the barn.

'Fooled around and fell in love...' the voice hums on his radio, and you glance to where his hand rests on the shifter and hum to yourself. He glances at you, then notices your glance at his hand, and reaches over to grab your hand, place it on the shifter, and then place his on top of yours.

"There," he says softly, and your heart flips so many times you think it might kill you. And your red face has to be visible at this point. Eventually, he pulls the truck up to the barn and kills the engine, which is your cue to clamber out and hop down onto the dirt. You use a key to get in the back door, but turn when Bob opens it behind you.

"I'm just turning off the lights." You say softly, then your grin turns wicked as your eyes darken, "What? Are the jeans still affecting you? Can't get enough of me?"

"Maybe so." He says, a hand coming to your waist. Even if his touch feels heavy against your skin, it's delicate like he's afraid to hurt you.

“I should have told you a long time ago.” He muses, " Every day of my life, I've regretted leaving you that night."

"After kissing me?"

He nods, turning you by hooking a finger in your belt loop so you're chest to chest as he says, "and every day I've sat here and looked at you and wanted nothing more than to make up for all the times I could've kissed you and didn't. I want you to know how much to mean to me."

"Robby--" You whisper before he lifts his hat up, bringing your lips close enough to feel them ghost against you, his hand slowly snaking its way to your jaw.

"You are the prettiest person I've ever seen, Aphrodite must've given you her all." He whispers and you cut him off.

"God, just fucking kiss me already."

He goes to lean in, hesitating as his eyes flicker to yours. He's asking one more time for permission. At your nod, he gently connects your lips. It's like fire. Your stomach flutters as you bring a hand up to his neck and pull him in deeper. As your lips pull back, the soft break between you leaves a trail from lip to lip before you tilt your head to angle in for another kiss. Your stetsons knock together as he squeezes your waist in his grasp, groaning as you push your chest against his. After pulling back again, and licking his lips as he stared at you, he feverishly pushes into your lips, you gasp, taking a moment to really think about the feeling of the way his lips curve and cup against yours. You groan softly as one of his hands reaches lower, and you stumble back as your knees feel like jello, he follows to support you as his grip tightens like he's afraid to let go.

"Shit--" You gasp as his lips travel to your neck, and you whine, "Robby..."

"Do you know how long I've wanted to do this?" He whispers against your skin, his head lifting up so you can be swept up in the brilliant blue of his eyes.

"About as long as I have?" You muse softly, and he laughs as he murmurs against your skin,

"Probably longer." 

You look to the side where a little shelf is, and you begin to pull him back towards it, he seems to get your hint before he grabs you around the waist, making you squeal before he pops you down on the shelf, and pushes himself between your legs. His hands come to your thighs, and you smile at him.

"We can't be out here too long, someone will get suspicious" You muse between giggles and pecks as he peppers soft, much more 'domestic' feeling kisses across your cheeks and forehead.

"Who cares? I want them all to know I love you," He almost whines, and your cheeks redden at the genuine desperation in his eyes, "Please, baby?"

"They definitely already know that." You tease, bringing a hand to his jaw and looking at his blown-up eyes, "but honestly? I'm not much of an exhibitionist."

"Then we'll be quick," Bob smiles, quickly reattaching your lips. You bring a hand up to run through his hair, trying hard to not make noises when he manages to get you to part your lips, his hands resting on your inner thighs. Once he pops off your lips, and trails down your neck, you let a soft groan out as you lean into him.

"Robby." You whisper, and he steps back, placing one, gentle kiss on your lips and then the tip of your nose before stepping back and you catch your breath.

"You deserve an award for your win tonight," He winks, and you roll your eyes as you let him draw lazy shapes on your thigh as he parts your shirt collar to leave little love marks somewhere secret. Your head knocks back against the wall, sending your stetson off onto the shelf beside you as a realization creeps in. You'd wanted to wait until after this trip to kiss him, why did you let this happen? He'd go away, and you'd get all depressed, and then you'd stop talking, and things would get awkward again. Part of you panics, your pulse in your throat as you look at Bob, and... there's something else. The fear melts off your skin, and you bring a hand to his chest as he pops off your skin.

"I love you." He whispers and the breath is stolen from your lips, the both of you panting slightly as you're breathless from the action. Slowly, your smile opens dopily.

"Tell me again.” You whisper, bringing him in for a slow kiss, and when you part he smiles as he steps back in.

"I love you. I love you," he repeats over and over as it's your turn to trail small kisses and bite down his skin. He's more vocal than you thought he would be.

You don't end up making it back to your house until much, much later than you should. What happened there was between you both and the night sky, and hopefully not the neighbor's, whose light flicked on shortly before you'd left.

#robert bob floyd #robert bob floyd x y/n #robert bob floyd x you #robert bob floyd x reader #robert floyd #robert bob floyd fanfiction #bob floyd #bob floyd x reader

[full-loup]

Big, Bad Krystal

More fat Krystal with an associated short story. This one featuring on my own take with her joining Star Wolf.

I always felt like her Command outfit was hideous and was wondering why Star Wolf doesn't have its own logo, so I rectified both issues.

Almost two full years had passed since Fox McCloud had kicked Krystal from Star Fox, concerned for his lover's safety. At the time, it had made sense to Fox, and he at least partially still believed it was the right decision. Unfortunately things didn't turn out at all as he had hoped, the vixen placing herself into danger anyways, taking mercenary jobs and eventually even teaming up with Star Wolf as though hoping to spite him for what he'd done.

After hearing of this, Fox had reached out to her and Star Wolf, the teams engaging in a rare joint effort to take down the newly forged Anglar Empire, a threat that had boiled out of the seas of Venom and drowned the Lylat system in the chaos of war. With Star Wolf's help, Fox managed to defeat the Anglar's forces. Unfortunately for Star Fox, Wolf had struck the final blow to their hideous Emperor, ending his reign of terror and making them heroes in the eyes of Corneria and its surrounding planets. Now with their main opposition out of the way, and much of the celebrations focusing upon their rivals, Fox had more than enough time to repair his shattered relationship. A shame, then, that Krystal didn't plan on making things easy for him.

She did not take well to his choice to remove her from the team. Not at all. He knew those feelings would change her, especially with all that time for them to stew and broil and worsen within the scorned woman. He just didn't expect those changes to be so... physical as well.

He had seen her briefly whenever she would comm him over his arwing's combat channels, but in the heat of battle and with her not desiring to keep said channels open long, he'd never got a good look at his former love. Other than that, the two had kept more to simple voice calls whenever they made contact, and while Fox had assumed she simply didn't wish to see the man who had broken her heart, he now realized things may have been more complex than that.

"Krystal!" Fox called out to rotund vulpine as she climbed less than gracefully out of her arwing, painted in the signature red of Wolf O'Donnel's mercs. His arms were held out wide in welcome as he struggled to hide the astonishment from his expression, failing for the most part, "You... You look different, but also great! New haircut!"

Turning to face him as she climbed down the ladder from her cockpit, Krystal glared at him. Fox's blood ran ice cold, knowing full well the both of them understood the vixen's hair was one of the only things that hadn't changed since they last met. She'd be able to read his true thoughts full well thanks to that damn telepathy of hers, making his comment doubly idiotic.

"Let me help you Fox. 'You've gotten fat', that's what you meant, isn't it?" The blue-furred pilot snarled, her belly leading the way as she  stomped over to him, "Let's just get it out of the way right now, right here why don't we? Or am I supposed to be as ashamed of my weight as you are?"

Fox's expression soured, his smile curling into a snarl of his own as he stepped up to meet his ex-lover and ex-teammate, "I thought you wanted to talk, but if you just want a fight? Just get back in that fighter and off my ship because we are not doing things like this."

The vixen's green eyes narrowed at that, a frown dimpling her chubby cheeks, "Kicking me out again already?" She said, before sighing and shaking her head, "But I can't pretend to be angry about that when I know how you really feel. Even now, beyond your... I'll just say it, disgust, I can tell that you still want this... Want us. More than..."

Not waiting for her to finish, Fox reached out his paws to hold Krystal's in his own, pulling her to him as he looked into her eyes, "More than anything else."

She blinked for a moment at him, then snorted, tugging her paws free and turning away, "Alright. We can try, but this time we need to be more honest with each other. Both of us do," She said as she grabbed her supplies from the arwing and began to make her way out of the hanger.

"Fine by me," Fox grumbled before calling out to her, "Why don't I start?! How long until you get back in shape?!"

A growl tore free from Krystal's lips as she stormed out the door, slamming her fist on the control before it slid shut.

For the next week or so, neither of the vulpines talked much, the Great Fox making its way back towards Corneria for the victory celebrations. The ship was large enough for the two to avoid each other, and Krystal had made it clear that she would need space for some time before she would warm up to the idea of talking things through with Fox. He was completely fine with that idea, especially after their fight in the hanger, and so did his best to give the vixen all the room she required. 

"All the space she needs? Smart move." Falco said, sitting across from Fox in the ship's canteen as he sipped his morning coffee.

Fox chuckled awkwardly, leaning back into his chair as he let the eggs he was eating through steam, "Yeah... and believe me, she needs plenty these days. Have you seen her since she got back?"

Falco gave Fox's chosen dish a brief glance, huffing to himself in disapproval before setting down his mug, "She hasn't been out of her room much, but uuhhh, kinda hard to miss her, haha. Wouldn't be so quick to blame her though, maybe that Panther guy has a thing for big girls?"

Without even realizing it, Fox's fists began to clench. He'd heard about the relationship between the two, and while Krystal had implied things didn't get too intimate between the two, he had no way to know for sure without coming out and asking her, and now really wasn't the best time for that. Add to this that Panther had made it clear that he was still carrying a flame for the vixen, despite her breaking things off to try and work things out with Fox, and just the mention of the feline set McCloud on edge.

Taking a deep breath, Fox let it out slowly as his fists relaxed and simply said, "The less said about him, the better Falco."

Falco chuckled and shook his head.

"What?"

"Well it's just, you know, you're gonna have to get over that quick Fox, you're gonna be having dinner with the guy."

Fox stared at the avian for a moment, "What do you mean?"

There was silence as Falco gulped, not sure how to continue, "Well... you know, the dinner after the awards ceremony? Slippy told me Krystal was going to eat with Star Wolf after, and, um... wants us to come I guess. I thought you kne-"

Fox slammed his fists onto the table, filling the canteen with the sound of breaking glass as knocked his plate and cup over the edge, silverware tumbling across the floor with a noise that made Falco's feathers stand on edge.

"She's going to WHAT?!"

Krystal stood in the doorway to her quarters, the portal only partially slid open as she stared daggers at the fox shouting at her, "I was invited Fox. I was still part of Star Wolf when the battle happened. Tell me how this is all a big deal?"

"Oh I don't know! Maybe because O'Donnell is scum? Because he hired the man who betrayed my father before taking a job from the man who killed my father to kill us? Because he continued to be a thorn in our side for years, even after we met! I really shouldn't have to explain all this!"

Sighing, Krystal rubbed her temples with her fingers as she responded, "And I shouldn't have to explain to you all the times he's decided to help us. The Aparoids, and now the Anglars? They've changed Fox, and Pigma's not even a part of Star Wolf anymore! They couldn't even stand him, and he's dead anyways! You bloody killed him! So why can't you put all of this behind you?"

Fox leaned in close, slamming his paw against the door frame and squeezing it tightly as he growled into Krystal's face, "If you really expect me to just sit there, sharing a meal with the likes of Wolf and..."

He stopped himself short, but it was too late. He cringed as he heard Krystal start to snort, holding back laughter.

"Panther? That's what all of this is about, isn't it? Amazing, Fox. Really."

The vulpine's face flushed beneath his red and white fur, his ears drooping as his eyes failed to meet the vixen's own, "You still never told me if he... if you..."

"Don't." She growled at him, "Don't you dare ask me that Fox... not after you kicked me to the curb. You don't have to come to the dinner if you want to, but yes, he will be there. So think about that before you decide to turn me down." She said, turning and giving him a view of her much wider backside. Her voluptuously chubby body was bulging within the confines of a dark purple flight suit with silver and black accents, and just before the door slide shut to her bedroom, Fox caught sight of the black leather jacket she wore over it, emblazoned with the Star Wolf logo.

He looked at the button for the intercom next to the door, then jammed his finger so hard against it he felt like he might break it, "Can you at least wear something else to the ceremony?"

Krystal's face flashed onto the intercom screen, the vixen sneering into the camera, "I can't actually, all my old suits don't fit, so get used to it flyboy." As her face disappeared, a red circle with a slash through the middle replaced it on the screen, letting Fox know she would not be disturbed further.

#fat furry #weight gain #fatfur

[sheliesshattered]

I've made some good progress on my Batuu vest sewing project in the last couple of days since I posted about finishing the Jyn Erso sweatshirt project. Like I mentioned in that post, working on the sweatshirt helped me realize that I needed to add fabric to the front shoulder of the vest rather than removing it. Once I got the shoulder seam sitting where I wanted it, the bust seam fit perfectly and didn't require any adjustments at all, woot.

With that and a few other small changes made to the lining, I went ahead and transferred all the changes to the paper pattern (including actually taping on extra paper to the front shoulder section) and then cut out the exterior fabric out of scraps of that same blue linen I used for the lining/mock-up.

All the work I did on fitting the lining and adjusting the paper pattern made the whole thing come together quickly and easily. I still had to do a slash-and-spread technique to ease the bust panels together, but it was sort of ridiculously easy compared to how much I struggled with that seam with the lining before realizing that the problem was with the markings on the pattern itself.

So now I've got two layers of the vest all sewn together, exterior on the left and interior lining on the right:

When they're layered together, the raw edges are all sandwiched between the exterior and the lining. This linen already has a good amount of body on its own, but layered together it's nearly as rigid as the duck cloth I made my original vest for The Moment out of. Which honestly I'm glad to see, since the torso section will be so fitted once the zipper is in, and actually under a bit of tension.

Last night while I was trying to fall asleep, I realized that any pockets I want to have in this vest need to be put in before I attach the exterior to the lining, so that the stitch lines don't show through. I haven't decided yet if I want to have any pockets visible from the outside (flaps or otherwise), but I knew I definitely wanted to have hidden interior pockets that I can access when the zipper is zipped all the way up (to mid-bust or so). This morning I measured and cut two little square pockets that live in the overbust area of the lining, below my collarbone but above the largest part of the bust -- visible on the right in the pic below where one of the front panels is opened up to show the lining:

I sized both pockets to fit my in-character pilot's license such that the license would stick out just a tiny amount (making it easier to retrieve without digging around in a too-deep pocket). My pilot's license is just slightly bigger than my real-world ID, so the pockets would also work for carrying practical items like ID, credit card, roomkey, etc. The pic below shows the pilot's license on the left and my driver's license on the right, with the lining turned completely inside out so that both pockets can be seen.

The next step, which I'm hoping to get to tonight, will be ironing all the new seams I've sewn in the last few days -- the pockets, the new shoulder panels in the lining, and all the seams in the exterior. While I'm at it, I want to cut out and iron a couple of pocket flap mock-ups so that I can pin the flaps to the outside and see if I like the look, and if so where I want the pockets to be.

The Moment vest has a pair of zipper pockets set on a diagonal, based on the screen-used vest Billy Piper wore in the Doctor Who 50th anniversary episode. Originally my plan for my Batuu outfit was to wear that vest as is, and then I started thinking about covering up the zippers (to follow the No Visible Closures In Star Wars rule) and figured I would just hand-sew some flaps over those zipper pockets.

But now that I'm doing the vest as a completely new scratch-build, I have the option to do whatever I want with the pockets. Pockets are lovely, but I do have the two interior pockets, my brown leather bag, and my belt (potentially with pouches) to help carry stuff around -- and even if I did have pockets on the lower torso of this vest, I probably wouldn't put much in there anyway, since the whole thing is so fitted.

I know for certain that I don't want to do patch pockets that stand away from the body of the vest, like the ones on Han Solo's vest. Side seam pockets are also out, because I think the tension of the fit would pull on those weird. Which leaves various types of welt pockets, with or without a flap, carefully angled so that tension doesn't make them pull and gap.

A lot of the vests in Star Wars have visible pockets, often multiple visible pockets, but those vests also tend to hang open rather than closed and snugly fitted. One exception that I've been looking to for inspiration is Bix Caleen from the Andor show on Disney+. She has a longer coat that's fitted through the torso with princess seams, just like my vest, and while it has pockets they're much lower down, on the hips. She also has something more properly called a vest, worn over a long-sleeved shirt, that is similarly fitted with princess seams -- and again, no visible exterior pockets at all.

The more I look at pictures of Bix, the more I'm leaning away from doing any sort of external pocket at all, and just stick with the two small internal pockets. I might need to do some top stitching along the seams to give it some visual texture (another thing that Bix's coat and vest both have), but that could be a good way to secure the lining to the exterior, too. Hmm. Definitely something I'll have to think on.

#my sewing #Batuu vest #Batuu Bounding #2024 mood #long post #also I've got like. less than 5 inches to go on hand-sewing the first pleated panel to Jack's jacket #after I get through ironing all this stuff I may just work on the jacket for a bit tonight while I contemplate pockets

[messinwitheddie]

First Joyride

A Fic about Spittle dragging Fifi and Nlinx into their first Joyride and the race that occurs after. Enjoy!!

“Come now it'll be fun!” The late tallest Spittle insisted as he led his friends through the halls of the imperial Hangar. Tallest Blinx hummed uneasily as High war Priestess Fifi narrowed her eyes at the various cruisers and ships.

“I do not see why we had to go now. We could always return later.” Fifi stated bluntly. Spittle doubled back to her and plucked a silver thread off her antenna and held it in front of her. Fifi's face squished in discomfort. 

“Because you got too focused on your duties and started to come apart once more my friend. And besides you've never gotten to fly a ship before correct?” Spittle stated. Fifi went to argue, but stopped. 

“Even so, My tall-... Spittle, we shouldn't steal a ship.” Blinx said, correcting himself mid sentence. 

An odd trio for sure. Two former Tallest of the control Brain Era, and a Short Priestess from the last irken World War. Many at the Table never expected the 3 to get along. Fifi had been so dedicated to her work amongst the Mortuary drones many at the Tallest Table thought she was a figment created by the modern Tallest who mentioned seeing her on their death beds. 

It was when Spittle himself passed that the Table met Fifi for real. Not just rumors from members of Hive Cadaver or the Modern Tallest. Her soul was stretched too thin and was unraveling and the seams. 

They had entered with Spittle holding the Priestess under his arm like a bag of tubers. Fifi didn't even seem to fully notice where she was. Chatting with the Tallest idly. Only realizing where she was when Kiz had come over and started lecturing her for overworking. 

The two naturally clicked and an amazing friendship had bloomed. Blinx joined the mix in death, awakening free of Plague and greeted by Spittle and Fifi. 

Blinx joined their little group at Spittle's insistence. While Spittle pushed the two to take joy in hobbies and adventure, Blinx reminded them to relax and take it easy. Fifi also reminded then of their duties as leaders even in death, ensuring they knew the old ways and encouraged them to explore their roots. 

And now, Spittle was encouraging them to step outside their comfort zones once more. He noticed how Fifi observed the ship's going in and out of the Mortuary planets and had a dastardly idea. 

Hence the three picking their way through the Imperial Hangar. Spittle was inspecting the ships, occasionally calling Blinx over to inspect one. As they went along Fifi found herself drawn to a Smaller Spittle Runner. It had flaming Skull decals and swirling patterns on it. 

“Spittle, Blinx, is this ship decent?” Fifi called. Spittle and Blinx turned from the Voot Cruiser they were eyeing to check out the Runner.

“Oh! Someone customized this Spittle runner. Looks like it's base is a first Gen!” Blinx exclaimed. Spittle's eyes grew wide.

“I recognize the hull! It's the one I used in my propaganda shoot!”

“The naked one?” Fifi asked with a wry grin. Blinx blushed deeply and Spittle preened. 

“Yes! Looks like the pilot outfitted it for Crew racing. It requires three pilots to run. One to run the venting and fuel injection system, one to operate the computer systems and one to direct the ship and control speed.” Spittle explained. He smiled widely. “It's perfect! Blinx can run the computer system, it requires quick calculations to ensure the right amount of fuel reaches the engine and the various systems stay in communication! The fuel and vent systems is heavy lifting. I can handle that! Fifi you can drive!”

“W-wait!” Blinx exclaimed, claws wrapping into his antenna, curling and uncurling the appendage nervously. Spittle was already opening the cockpit. “I dont think it's a good idea! You and I might know a little about these ships but Fifi has never flown one!”

“I'll figure it out.” Fifi assured Blinx as she stepped into the cockpit after Spittle. 

“Come along Blinx! It'll be fun!” Spittle assured him. Blinx sighed and followed. Muttering apologies to the current Tallest for the trouble.

Once inside Spittle gave the two a brief overview on how to operate the ship. 

“So, Fifi you start the ship and we take our cues from you and what you want the ship to do. You know the steering and the gas, and brake. To start the ship, get the settings to your liking then engage the engine with the green button under the steering.” Spittle explained as Blinx set up his computer and calculations station. Fifi nodded setting the ship for agility and speed. 

Then, she pressed the engagement button. And they were off.

Meanwhile in the Tallest Lounge, Tallest Miyuki was relaxing as she went through the latest batch of blueprints for the Massive when an alarm sounded through the room.

Growling, Miyuki snapped her fingers and a security drone raced in.

“Report!” She demanded.

“My Tallest, A Spittle Runner from the imperial Hangar has taken off without authorization! It just left the Hangar!”

“Who took it? Vortian rebels?” Miyuki watched the Security guard begin to fidget. “Out with it!”

“N-no one My tallest. Security footage shows the cockpit open and the ship starting on its own!” 

“Show me.”

The drone pulled up the feed. Miyuki watched in confusion and fury as her own custom Spittle Runner opened on its own and took off. Though she swore she saw the outline of a short drone briefly in the pilots seat. Miyuki growled.

“Send a few cruisers to herd it back into the Hangar! I want engineers waiting for it to return and to do a full inspection.” Miyuki ordered. The drone saluted.

“Yes My Tallest!”

“You're a natural Fi!” Spittle practically sang from his place near the fuel injectors. Fifi had a small smile on her face as she spun the ship in loops. Blinx was humming contently from his station.

“Two thirds Vent and half Fuel Spittle!” Blinx called as Fifi prepped the systems for another trick.

“Positioning!” Spittle called back, as he moved the vent and fuel levers into position. 

As they enjoyed the flight the proximity alert began to ring.

“What's on our tail?” Spittle called. Blinx checked the systems. 

“Voot cruisers from the Hangar! I told you this wasn't a good idea!” Blinx exclaimed, his relaxed tone turning anxious. 

“Easy Bli.” Fifi soothed. “Let's play it by Antenna.”

The cruisers began to close in, redirecting the Runner back to the Hangar. 

“Looks like they want us to land.” Fifi stated, an odd tone mixing with her usual deadpan tone. It sounded almost, agitated.

“Well they aren't shooting us. Shall we land then?” Spittle asked. In the silence that followed the question Blinx made a decision.

“Fifi. Get ready. Spittle. Vent at one 6th, and fuel at three fourths.” Blinx said plainly. A tone he only took while trying to brace himself for something he did not enjoy the idea of.

In the silence, Spittle smiled widely and fifi began to giggle.

Miyuki growled as she watched her unmanned Spittle runner suddenly speed past her cruisers at racing speed. It nimbly weaved between the blockade they made. And while she was impressed. Miyuki was more Furious. 

“Get me a Spittle runner! Sporrk grab Cadet Red and get into the air!” Miyuki ordered. The drones and Spork saluted and scrambled. Miyuki growled. If you wanted something done right you do it yourself.

The cockpit of the Spittle runner was filled with laughter as they dodged the cruisers. Speeding between makeshift blockades and dodging asteroids with glee. 

Spittle was rushing between levers, sweat pouring off his brow as he Ensured the engine didn't backfire. He huffed and puffed between laughter, his muscles burning from the workout. Previously masked nerves melting away as he truly felt alive again.

Blinx happily crunched number and kept the radar system running, calling numbers to Spittle and obstacles for Fifi with the occasional Chuckle filling the moments between. It was a mental workout Blinx never knew he wanted. And he was smiling widely as the adrenaline filled his splooch.

Fifi screamed in glee. Taunts flew from her tongue and were punctuated with manic giggling as she dodged the cruisers. She would stop mid taunt to giggle uncontrollably when the cruisers would crash into eachother. Bouncing around like little Gurlic Wurms. 

Suddenly the comms burst to life.

“Who ever has commandeered my Spittle runner, return to the Hangar and I, Tallest Miyuki, shall be merciful.” The order called out. The three ghosts smirked to eachother and Blinx flipped the common to life.

Miyuki pulled her Spittle Runner out of the Hangar as her message was responded to. 

“The Living never dictate the will of the dead!” A feminine voice called over the comm giving Miyuki pause. “If you think you can Race Death, come for us oh Great Tallest!”

There was mad cackling on the line which made Miyuki see red. The rogue Spittle runner took off and Miyuki hissed.

“Cadet, General! Follow my lead! This criminal wants a race. Let's give it to her.”

Spork was the first to get close to The ghostly trio. As he Pulled close He tried to push the runner into a larger asteroid. He hooked onto a piece of the runner. 

“Fifi, do a jiggle!” Spittle called. Fifi responded with a giggle and shook the ship violently, unhooking the two and sending spork careening away, a major fuel line on his ship severed, leaving him without fuel. 

The Cadet Red was next to get close. He decided to try and buzz around the ship. Trying to drive them back to Miyuki, and occasionally ramming the ship. 

Blinx acted fast sending bursts of code and incorrect information into Red's systems causing the Venting system to short circuit and cause major feedback into the computer system. The system stalled and they Left Red in the dust. Blinx chuckling like mad.

Finally it was just Miyuki and the ghosts. Miyuki burst onto the comms. 

“You wish for a race then. Fine. Where is the finish line Madam death?”

“Lady Death I am Not. I am one of Her priests. The end shall be where your First General sits.” Miyuki's computer showed Sporks ship as the finishing line. A route through a nearby asteroid field also appearing in her navigation system. Miyuki sneered. An easy route. 

“Very well. If you win. I will strike this entire instance from the records and you shall go free. If I win I will have your splooch.” Miyuki stated.

“Perhaps not our splooches dear tallest. It is quite hard to claim what is not there. How about instead I give you a secret? One your Mother Brain has kept from you.”

The comms went silent. Blinx and Spittle eyed Fifi in confusion. Blinx quickly muted the comm.

“Fifi, what secret? I know you know the mother Brain. But what could you possibly know that A tallest does not?” Blinx asked. Fifi stared into his eyes, a deep pain obvious in her gaze, but a faint flicker of hope present as well. 

“You must remember I knew your Mother Brain in life. She was my dear friend. It's not a secret that would cause any harm to her.” Fifi stated as the Comm fizzled back to life.

“Deal.” Miyuki called, her ship pulling alongside their own. Fifi smiled widely as Blinx and Spittle nodded. The comm unmuted.

“Then let us begin.”

And in a flash they took off. Laughter returned to the cockpit. The three ghosts shrieking with joy and glee as they dodged asteroids and worked the systems. Miyuki kept pace. Better even. She gracefully dodged and weaved. She had the experience Fifi did not and gleefully applied it. 

Over the comms she heard the laughs and glee from her opponents. A contagious thing as soon she was laughing manically alongside the three mystery voices. 

Soon the two were neck and neck, pushing to the finish. Spittle, Blinx and Fifi were pushing the ship to the limit. But Miyuki was barely pushing hers.  With a final burst of speed, she passed the three ghosts and passed Spork's ship. 

“Hahahahaha!!! I win! Victory for Miyuki!” Miyuki howled to her opponent. To her shock, she recieved a cheer and laughter in returning voices she recognized from history video.

“Spledid! Utterly Spledid!” The voice of Tallest Blinx called.

“Amazing! Oh its been so long since I had such fun!” Stated the voice of Tallest Spittle. The two ships returned to the Hangar. An air of tension rolling off Miyuki as she disembarked her ship and beloved for the rogue Spittle runner.

And as the cockpit opened, security feed fizzled out. A little smeet carrying string giggling from amongst the wires that none could see.

And Miyuki, surrounded by Engineer drones as tow ships went to fetch Spork and Cadet Red, watched as three ghostly figures emerged.

“What manner of Disrespect!” Miyuki began, watching the forms of the late Tallest Spittle and blinx emerge alongside a small three eyed drone. The drone smiled wryly.

“High war Priestess Fifi of Hive Cadaver. I told you, it would be quite hard to have our Splooches considering we are already quite dead.” Fifi stated her voice cracking as she giggled on reflex.

“Oh indeed. No hologram here.” Blinx stated fidgeting with his robes to alleviate the adrenaline. 

“Our Darling Fifi had always been watching the ship's going in and out. I figured a quick ride wouldn't hurt. And you seemed to need the excitement as well!” Spittle stated, he was covered in a layer of glistening, star dust speckled sweat. he was also incredibly relaxed.

Miyuki stepped forward and went to place a hand through Fifi… only to be met with a warm glow in her splooch as her hand passed through. Visions of a long table filled with tallests both ancient and modern filled her mind and the figure of Lady Death hovering behind Fifi appeared. None else seemed to see her. Miyuki watched Lady Death Tuck Strings back into Fifi's form, her soul piecing itself back together a little. 

“You truly are dead souls.” Miyuki gasped. 

“Indeed. Though I apologize for any damage done to your ships.” Tallest Blinx said. 

“Ah it was minimal damage!” Spittle said gleefully. Miyuki could only gape in awe alongside her murmuring drones.

“I promised a secret if I lost did I not?” Fifi stated pulling Miyuki from her stupor. Miyuki frowned at Fifi.

“And what could such a little Drone offer?” Miyuki hissed. 

“Hey! Watch your tone.” Blinx scolded making Miyuki pause. “Fifi is a High priest of Hive Cadaver. Her standing is equal to a Tallest.”

Miyuki scoffed and Fifi sighed. 

“Modern Irk has forgotten so much. But I can tell you this, something your even mother Brain doesnt know.” Fifi said with a smirk, she gestured for Miyuki to lean closer.

Hesitantly Miyuki leaned in. And as Fifi Whispered, her eyes widened.

When the Tow ships returned Miyuki was directing engineers to check the empty Spittle Runner. Her eyes looked distant, and she refused to say what she learned. She even wiped the incident from records, claiming a malfunctioning Spittle Runner was not worthy of the Control brain's time.

Meanwhile Spittle, Blinx and Fifi returned to Blinx's favorite lounge in the afterlife. Potato chip bags littered the trash, as the three munched on snacks.

“While that was quite enjoyable, I must ask Fi. What did you tell that young Tallest?” Spittle asked. Fifi shrugged.

“I simply informed the Young Miyuki that her Mother Brain had a weakness for a specific Pie, and that her Coddle Drone still referred to her as her Pie Slice.” Fifi stated. Blinx cooked an eye ridge.

“That doesn't seem right. Lady Miyuki seemed far too shocked for that.” 

“Ah well. Perhaps she never saw Kii as an Irken, but rather as a Machine?” Fifi said.

“You're lying. If you don't want to tell us just say so Fi.” Blinx said. Fifi shrugged. 

Fifi had infact, told Miyuki something else. Something Not even Kii knew currently. 

Miyuki now knew the dead of Hive Cadaver watched over the Smeeteries. What she did with that knowledge was up to her.

Ahhhh!!! I loved this so much! Thank you for this.

I'm so sorry I didn't post this sooner or illustrate a few more scenes. Both my spouse and I have been violently ill all week. This is the first night I've had the energy to concentrate much less draw ><.

The idea Miyuki allowed herself to be roped into a chase/ race with ghosts is hysterical to me. Drew the trio in vintage communication officer uniforms. Thought Spittle might insist on it for the occasion; nostalgia purposes.

Fifi is such a trickster spirit; applause to her for keeping Miyuki on her toes. I wonder if she reminds Fifi of Kii a little.

#submission #High war priestess fifi #Tallest Spittle #Tallest Blinx #Space race #Tallest Miyuki #Tallest Spork #Tallest Red

[annepsilvaauthor]

Fighter Weapons — Chapter 7

Pairing(s): Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x OC (Claire Mitchell) / Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Natasha "Phoenix" Trace

Summary: An untold story. A series that shows what happened during the Top Gun of our beloved pilots of Top Gun: Maverick.

Warnings: Subtle sexual innuendos, brief language, alcohol consumption, angst, smut, fluffy.

Word Count: 3.638

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Phoenix walked around the hangar facility with a few books in her hands. Storm was beside her with that wry mood renewed and Phoenix couldn't be happier and relieved that her friend was okay. Doctors said it was really due to the frigid weather and extreme G-force, but with a good rest she could fly again the next day.

Storm was so physically exhausted that she went back to her room and didn't see Phoenix come in with her uniform all wet. She approached a unconscious Storm and kissed her tangled blonde hair on the pillow. Her chest was still tight when remembering what had happened, but realizing that nothing more serious had happened and her friend was really fine, gave her the freedom to smile.

A knock on the bedroom door caught her attention and she composed herself to go there. She found a pilot with caramel hair, worried eyes, a mustache and a small gentle smile. She couldn't help but smile.

“I didn't know there was a maid in this hangar.” she joked seeing him click his tongue and laugh quickly.

“They decided to hire at the last minute, since pilots can't take care of their own clothes.” He pointed to her uniform. “Is there a leak in your room?”

She looked down at herself noticing that she was really wet, not dripping wet, but the outfit was already quite see-through. Phoenix remembered why she was the way she was and swallowed hard. His gaze was still very vivid in her mind. Sad, hurt, desolate. But as he walked away, she could see a glimmer of a smile from him.

“Almost that.” she said at last, preventing further questions about it.

“How is she?”

“Resting. It was a scare, but the doctors said she's going to be fine.” She sighed, feeling her heart tighten again. “She has the face of an angel, but she is tough.”

“I haven't seen that angel's face yet, no. I bet she didn't get that code name for nothing.” He commented and Phoenix laughed. “How are you?”

“No scratches.”

“Phoenix…”

Rooster persisted with his gaze and she knew he wasn't asking about her physical condition. She leaned back against the doorway, crossed her arms, and took a quick look at Storm in her deep sleep. She turned her gaze to Rooster with a tiny smile.

“I'm glad something worse didn't happen.”

“I heard you on the radio.” His tone was low, heavy. “It wasn't your fault.”

He understood. For some reason, Rooster understood what she felt. When she graduated from the Naval Academy and could choose how to fly, she preferred a navigator. No doubting. She had the ability to fly as a solo pilot, but she thought it better to fly with someone else.

Phoenix was never a woman to deny companionship. And she couldn't. She grew up with four older brothers in a small house in suburban Los Angeles. It wasn't an option to be alone or have privacy. It was always a war to shower, eat at the table and buy clothes. It was a struggle for survival every day. Therefore, she would never get used to being alone.

However, she also understood the responsibility of having a life literally on her shoulders. She should make right choices, be skilled and agile so as not to have blood on her hands. But, everything was even heavier when that someone was her best friend, someone she loved. Needing to maneuver too boldly had its price. And she always felt the guilt.

“I know. But I did it anyway.”

“Yes, to defend against an attack. This wouldn't be necessary if he hadn't abandoned you.” The anger was evident in his voice.

“Yes. He is a terrible leader. But I'm very talented, I don't need him to protect me.”

“You know that's not how it works.”

“I know. Don't worry, I got revenge on him.” She raised her chin a little.

“I believe it. I don't know what you did or what you said, but I think Hangman spent at least ten minutes on the flight line in the rain. Alone, like an abandoned dog.”

“Seriously?”

Phoenix widened her eyes slightly. Was he out in the rain that whole time? She knew she'd been quite offensive, but she was just reacting to what he'd done. She didn't think she could have hit him so hard. This information only made the locker room scene more confusing. If she really had hurt him, why did he go after her? Why did he hug her like that? And why did she feel that perhaps she had pushed too hard? She had a right. He had a bad character. Even so...

“Yes. Whatever you did, congratulations. Someone had to bring his ball down.”

“Rooster, can I ask you a question?”

He was surprised by the seriousness with which she asked that and nodded, confirming.

“That picture in the break room...it's your dad, isn't it?”

She watched Rooster recoil in place, dodging his gaze and slipping into a limbo of his own. Phoenix didn't want to get into that subject too soon, after all, they'd only known each other for a few days. But judging by the way he was staring at that picture and the way he hated Hangman so quickly, she knew there was a lot going on there.

“They called him Goose. He was a WSO, just like Storm and…” He took a long pause, opening and closing his mouth several times. “Well, let's just say he didn't make it to graduation.”

Phoenix felt the weight of that sentence and the look in his eyes and regretted having asked. It was something very personal and clearly still affected him, after all, the death of a relative, especially a parent, is not something that is easily overcome. She always thought that time could heal the pain of grief, but when she lost her grandfather when she was a teenager, she understood that time doesn't influence anything. You just learn to live with that longing.

“I'm sorry... I shouldn't…”

“All good. That was a long time ago...I was four years old. I don't remember much.” He let out a gentle smile, but suffered at the same time.

“He must have been amazing.”

“He was. The best.” Instinctively he pulled the dog tag and played with it. Phoenix wondered if that wasn't her father's. “Phoenix…”

“I'm listening.”

“Be careful with flyers like Hangman. What I said earlier today was true. And you saw it in training.”

She took a good look at his expression, it was no longer tearful or pained, but steady as a rock. He commented on that with some anger, just like he had in the morning. Phoenix understood that it wasn't just about Hangman. Maybe that arrogance and lack of sense of danger of his was the problem. Perhaps, it killed his father.

“Don't worry. I know how to take care of myself.” She replied with a friendly smile. The atmosphere was very tense and she wanted to lighten things up.

“Great, you better take care of yourself. I only have you here.” He smiled playfully again. “See you tomorrow?”

“I have nowhere else to go, so...yeah.”

They laughed like two good friends. He started to walk away, but when he was about to leave the girls' dorm, Phoenix said, “Thanks for visiting, maid!”

He shook his head and smiled again, then disappeared from her sight.

Now, the two friends walked down the hangar corridor towards the anteroom, where they would have yet another class on analyzing their performances. The pilots were already starting to crowd in the door wanting to be the first to arrive and to choose the seats. The competition existed even in that.

Phoenix and Storm decided to face that crowd, but someone elbowed Phoenix's hand and she dropped her books. However, they did not fall to the ground. A huge hand broke their fall in an incredible reflex. It wasn't difficult to decipher who it was.

“Oops! Be careful, my angel.”

That cocky grin was back, as was his confident posture and the toothpick annoyingly dangling from his mouth. There was no sign of the bleak look of the day before or the slumped shoulders. Hangman had fully recovered from the humiliation and she couldn't tell if she was happy or disappointed about that. Vulnerable, he was less irritating.

“Stop calling me that. I'm not an angel, much less yours.” she answered sharply.

“Wow. You’re so stressed. Is that why they call you Phoenix?”

“Yes, that's why. Don't want to be around when she gets mad. You can be set on fire.” Storm snapped in anger.

“Mornin’, Storm.” He rolled his eyes, suddenly bored. “I see you've recovered well.”

“Let's see how well today, in training, asshole.”

“I hope you don't pass out this time. I don't want to get hit by Phoenix again.” His gaze lit up as he turned to Phoenix, but she could see that tender glow dancing there.

“Shut up, Bagman.”

Phoenix watched him play with the toothpick even more and it made her think back to the night at the bar in Lemoore. What was the problem with her mind that insisted on remembering that terrible night? He also seemed to remember, as his breathing hitched. Only at that moment did she realize how close he was. She could smell coconut and aftershave and a little Texas coffee on his breath. Too close, too dangerous.

“My books.” she held out her hand.

“Come on, you can be more polite.”

That son of a bitch! Phoenix took a deep breath so as not to lose her mind.

"My books, please. Hangman." she said with a fake smile.

"Here they are. My. Angel."

Hangman flashed another of his teasing smiles and winked at her. Then, he returned the books and entered the room. Phoenix could feel anger bubbling through her veins. Any sympathy she might have had for him the night before was gone.

"What does the regulation say about punching someone until they lose all their teeth?" she asked Storm.

"In his case, it's allowed."

They finally made it into the room and, luckily, they still had a front row seat. Phoenix sat next to Rooster, who gave her a playful smile as he pretended to tickle her. She couldn't help but laugh. She noticed that on Storm's right was Coyote, who was whispering something to her with a worried expression. Phoenix looked up and met Hangman's emerald eyes, which weren't fixed on her, but on her and Rooster's hands touching. She didn't have much time to analyze that, as the lights were turned off and Claire started class.

Rooster watched Claire's way of teaching and couldn't help but smile. She was serious, professional and had the sweetest voice that could exist. But all he could think of were years ago, when she would spend hours teaching him math in his room.

Rooster was never the hard science kid, he always preferred the power of language and story. In fact, he loved geography. He could tell by heart the capitals of every country in the world and even several islands. But it was just a matter of numbers appearing in front of him that his mind decided to atrophy. No wonder he majored in Political Science in college.

But, as the Navy required engineering and mechanical knowledge, he had to put in full-time effort at it. And he wasn't a bad student at all. Rooster graduated from the Naval Academy as the student with the highest test scores, only in the piloting disciplines was he ranked second. He was good. He knew it.

“Can anyone tell me why the Break was the most accurate maneuver in this case?” Claire asked the pilots.

“The Break is a defensive maneuver. It's pretty obvious that he used it to defend himself.” Coyote commented on Rooster's maneuver.

“As always, a book maneuver.” Hangman insulted rolling his eyes.

“He changed the plane's direction sharply and crossed Blade's flight path in a short period of time.” Phoenix came to the defense of his friend.

“Exactly. Rooster increased the bending radius and angular velocity causing Blade to outrun his target. He had to maneuver to attack again and thus lost energy.” Claire explained more technically, pointing to the trajectory recorded on the screen.

“And then, I hit him.” Rooster finished with a certain amount of pride in himself, but with a gentle smile on his face. He had studied those maneuvers a lot, he could even do them with his eyes closed and he knew very well which one to use on each occasion. Hangman scolded him for being a man of techniques. But he didn't consider it wrong. The book cataloged the most diverse maneuvers throughout the history of aviation. They should be used.

The class continued and the performances were analyzed in detail. Each day, the instructors became more demanding as to the accuracy of the maneuvers and targets. Some pilots still hadn't scored any points and this worried them because not only would they fall behind in the competition, but it indicated they weren't as prepared or not dedicated enough to be among the top 1% fighter pilots in the world.

Rooster watched Claire punctuate every defect and precision of maneuvers with mastery without leaving anyone upset or in doubt as to what she suggested. Except Hangman, who stayed on the defensive whenever he was pointed out. They could not have chosen a better person to teach them there.

He knew Claire was extremely professional and she made it clear there, but he noticed the looks she was giving him. Sometimes wanting to laugh, sometimes just saying "what an asshole" about some pilot. Rooster was happy that even after so many years apart, they still managed to communicate with just a look. He would often smile in response to her gazes without holding back. He didn't know if Claire was very transparent or he just knew her too well.

The class ended and the riders started to leave. Rooster walked towards Claire, who was keeping her things on the table, but was interrupted by Hangman. Rooster was surprised by the look he was giving him. It was more than just competition between aviators. It felt personal. But he responded accordingly.

“Looks like you're the favorite.’ Hangman commented with a boastful smile.

“Whose favourite?” he asked calmly. He wasn't going to let him get to him this time.

“So many compliments, so many looks... so many smiles.”

“Hangman you are crazier than usual. Just say what you want to say.”

“You really are a pragmatic man, aren't you, Rooster? Everything has to be written there, sometimes even drawn.” He shifted his gaze to Claire. “You might think no one noticed. But I did.”

“I think the rain you took yesterday corrupted his vision.”

Hangman immediately ceased smiling and intensified his gaze, burning with anger.

“You might think no one noticed. But I did.” Rooster was having fun with that. “Phoenix got you good.”

“Careful, Bradshaw. You're not bold enough to date an instructor. Especially one so cute. You should leave it to me…”

When Rooster found himself, he had pushed Hangman with a hand in the chest, which made him bump into an armchair. Rooster huffed. His fists were clenched. He intended not to be affected this time, but not when he messed with Claire. He had no right. If he spoke one more word about her, he wouldn't be afraid to unleash the punch he'd been holding back.

“Bradley!” Claire shouted from where she was, astonished and walked towards them. “What's going on here?”

Hangman did not appear to have been assaulted. His hair didn't move a strand and his smile was still as big as his ego. He chuckled slowly, stoking Rooster's ire. He shook his head at the concern in Claire's eyes and their closeness.

“Nothing, instructor. I was just talking to your favorite student.” he turned his gaze to her. “I bet you don't have classes only here in the room.”

“Lieutenant Seresin, I am not a naval officer, but even so, you owe me respect.” Claire tried to be polite, but her eyes were full of fury. “I support your arrogance during classes because I need to teach you how to be better pilots. But now that class is over, I won't admit that you doubt my impartiality in this Company.”

“OK.” He raised his hands in surrender, but continued with the smile. “But I can't help noticing that you didn't deny what I said.”

Rooster threatened to push him again, but Claire stopped him with both hands on his arm. That soft, protective touch made him calm as if he were looking at the sunset on the beach. Hangman gave the two a long look and smiled, then walked past them and patted Rooster on the shoulder twice. Finally, he left.

“Okay, what was that? I haven't seen you like this since high school.” Claire pulled back enough to look at him and crossed her arms over her chest.

“He and I have...a silly competition.”

“If it's so silly, why did you hit him?”

“I didn't hit, it was just a push.”

“A warning.” she concluded understanding what had really happened. “You know you don't have to defend me all the time, right? I'm not fifteen anymore.”

“I know. But I can't stand people talking about you like that...it's inappropriate, it's dirty.” he scratched the back of his head. “You don't deserve that.”

Rooster noticed that her expression softened and she smiled at him. His heart missed several beats. That smile always caught him off guard.

“Do you remember that time at the mall?” she asked with the thought far away.

“Yes...we were looking for a birthday present for your father.”

“You needed to go to the bathroom and I was alone in that cafeteria. Those kids appeared from somewhere and started to bother me…”

“I could hear your voice at the entrance to the bathroom when I came out. You were so upset, Claire.” He recalled with a half smile and a sigh. “I didn't think twice. I ran there…”

“And you chased them all away with a fire extinguisher.” She completed between laughs. “You literally ‘put out the fire’ on them!”

“I wasn't that athletic at the time. I certainly wouldn't take them by the arm. So... that was my brilliant idea.” he said proudly.

“Mall security ran after you for a long time.”

“He never caught me.” he winked and she laughed again. “Did you see that? Of course you need me.”

“You are my personal security.”

“I'm your friend.”

Rooster said that phrase with a gentle smile, but Claire felt the weight in her voice, full of longing. She returned the smile with the same sentiment. His eyes gleamed in front of her and she felt the need to hug him.

Rooster, even though he was gangly and unathletic when younger, always defended her, always got into fights because of her. A couple of times he got physically hurt and Claire had to tend to his wounds. Rooster was a grouch when he needed tending and grumbled about the pain of his injuries whenever she touched him. But she knew he liked to be pampered a little.

Claire was still caught up in her thoughts when she noticed him approach, those eyes burning like two fires fixed on her. She felt a rough, warm hand on hers, but she didn't look away. She was trapped again.

“We can talk?’ he asked a bit uncertain about the words.

“Isn't that what we're doing?”

“I mean... later. Far from here, away from it all.”

Her smile widened and his gaze intensified. She had reservations with him, secrets. She felt indebted whenever she saw him. Those beautiful eyes couldn't match more sadness if he found out. And he would find out if he stayed that close to her. Claire knew that Rooster was one of the few who could get secrets out of her without saying anything. But still...she missed him so much, what they had when they were young. So, she decided to take a risk.

“Eight o'clock at my place.” she confirmed his request.

Rooster opened a smile so big that Claire had no choice but to sigh due to lack of air. He had stolen all the breath from her lungs.

“I will be there.”

“Excellent.”

They remained looking at each other for a long time, caught in each other's eyes, in the feelings, in the longing. But they were forced to stop by an officer who entered the room in search of class reports. Claire said that by the end of the day she would deliver it to his office and he left.

“I'll leave you there with your teacher stuff.” he commented in a playful tone and walked away.

“And you go take care of your pilot things.” she returned in the same tone. “Do not be late. You know I hate waiting.”

“As you wish, ma'am.”

Rooster saluted her in mock officiality and left the room altogether. Claire leaned against the table with one hand and rubbed her neck with the other. Her skin was hot. Either she was getting sick or Rooster was still messing with her body. Claire was old enough to understand a man's effect on a woman, let alone a man as handsome and athletic as Rooster.

Despite being friends and knowing each other their entire lives, she couldn't hide the fact that he was a grown man. An extremely attractive man. She would have to control herself a lot that night or she might go over certain limits.

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THE NAME IS FAMILIAR... BUT I CAN'T PLACE THE FACE!

Same Character / Different Actor

Sometimes circumstances require the recasting of a role on a long-running television show. Unlike soap operas - which often use a voice over to announce that a role has been recast - the change is hardly ever acknowledged on sitcoms. Did recasting happen in the Lucyverse? Yes - but not quite as prominently as on, say, "Bewitched". But more on that later.

Let's start with radio, where it was far easier to replace actors, often without the listener even noticing. On the pilot episode of Lucille Ball's radio sitcom "My Favorite Husband" (1948-1951) her spouse George was played by Lee Bowman. When the show was picked up as a weekly series, Bowman was not available, so the role went to Richard Denning.

George's boss Mr. Atterbury was famously played by Gale Gordon, but before the boss became a regular character, the recurring role was played by Hans Conried and Joseph Kearns. All three actors would later be seen on "I Love Lucy."

Liz's mother-in-law Mrs. Cooper was first played by Bea Benadaret, but when she assumed the regular role of Iris Atterbury, Mrs. Cooper was voiced by Eleanor Audley. Both women were featured on "I Love Lucy."

Minor characters Corey Cartwright and Marge Van Tassel were first played by Hal March and Frances Chaney. March was replaced by John Heistand, but the role was quickly written out. Elvia Allman turned up as Marge when the character re-surfaced in a second appearance. March and Allman were both seen on "I Love Lucy."

Viewers probably didn't realize it, but many different actors actually played the role of Ricky Ricardo Jr. aka Little Ricky. Even more surprising, considering that his birth date coincided with that of the Arnaz's real-life son, none of them were Desi Arnaz Jr. The practical and legal matters of having a child on a film set necessitated that the role be played by twins. There were also two 'dream' Little Rickys, bumping the total number of actors to eight!

JAMES JOHN GANZER (newborn) ~ insert shots of the baby were used in "Lucy Goes to the Hospital" (1953) and the flashback opening of “The Club Election” likely taken from this same shoot. He was five days old at the time.  The above closeup was shot before the episode was filmed and pictures were projected for the studio audience to see. 

THE SIMMONS TWINS (infants) ~ Richard and Ronald Lee Simmons played the role in just two episodes: "No Children Allowed" and "The Indian Show", both in 1953.

THE MAYER TWINS (toddlers) ~ Michael and Joseph Mayer alternated in 11 episodes from November 1953 to April 1956. Although they looked nearly identical, the pair reportedly had very different personalities.

DREAM LITTLE RICKYS ~ Two uncredited actors (one young and small, the other older and large) were featured during Lucy's dream about "Ricky's Old Girlfriend" (1953). Although the younger performer looks a great deal like Jerry Mathers ("Leave it to Beaver"), Mathers denies ever appearing on "I Love Lucy." Since the dream has no dialogue, a bunny-themed outfit is used to indicate to viewers that the three actors are the same character.

KEITH THIBODEAUX aka RICHARD KEITH (adolescent) ~ The character was quickly aged during season six, necessitating an actor capable of handling dialogue and with some musical ability. Louisiana-born Keith Thibodeaux was favored by Desi for his drum skills, but Lucy needed some convincing. Desi simplified Keith's professional name, although it was never seen on screen. He played the role for 15 episodes as well as in 12 out of 13 "Lucy-Desi Comedy Hours" (1957-1960).

For what it's worth - two more actors provided the off-screen crying of Little Ricky: Pepito Perez and Jerry Hausner, both of whom also appeared on screen as other characters. Which brings us to our first adult cast switch...

The role of Jerry, Ricky's agent, was the only character outside of Lucy and Ricky to be carried over from the unaired pilot. Jerry was played by Jerry Hausner (hence the name), who had been heard on "My Favorite Husband." He was intended to be a series regular on "I Love Lucy", but when landlords Fred and Ethel Mertz were added to the series, his role was scaled back. Jerry the Agent would appear in 8 episodes, all during the first 3 seasons of the series.

Inexplicably (perhaps due to illness) in “The Handcuffs” (1952), Jerry the Agent is not played by Hausner but by Paul Dubov. Two months later, Hausner returned to the role that he originated.  During the filming of “Fan Magazine Interview” (1954), Hausner and Desi Arnaz got into a heated argument on the set. Hausner claimed that he was not able to hear his cues during a telephone scene where he was located across the soundstage from Desi. He quit the show and never appeared on the series again. But things were eventually patched up and he did appear on "The Lucy Show."

Charlie Appleby was originally played by Hy Averback (inset) in "Baby Pictures" (1953). The next time viewers saw him - in "Lucy and Superman" (1956) - he was played by George O'Hanlon. Averback returned to the show to play another Charlie, Charlie Pomerantz, in “The Hedda Hopper Story” (1955). Confused?  Not half as much as poor Caroline (Doris Singleton)!  Whichever actor played him, they were both proud of their son, Little Stevie.  But which Stevie?

The first time we see Little Stevie (a name suspiciously sounding like Little Ricky) he is played by an uncredited infant in "Baby Pictures" (1953), the same episode where his dad is played by Hy Averback. The infant had just gotten over the measles. Ricky and Stevie are both said to be 13 months old.

The next time we see Stevie he is played by Steven Kay in "Lucy and Superman" (1956), the same episode that switched his dad to George O'Hanlon. Although Kaye’s first name was also Stevie (in a show where Lucy played Lucy), the character was created three years earlier. The question is - if Little Ricky has a father named Ricky - why does Little Stevie have a father named Charlie? The previous year Kaye had played Jordan Benedict III (age 4) in the film Giant.  In the above screen shot with his screen mom Doris Singleton he is caught breaking the cardinal rule - looking into the camera!  Didn’t he learn anything working with James Dean? 

Marion Strong was one of Lucy and Ethel's friends and a member of the Wednesday Afternoon Fine Arts League. The character's name is the same as one of Lucille Ball's Jamestown friends. We meet Marion during "The Club Election" (1953) in the person of Margie Liszt. Liszt may also have been playing Marion in "No Children Allowed" (1952), although none of the bridge players are called by name. In her first appearance on the series ("Redecorating" in 1952), she played Agnes, a gossipy woman on a telephone party line.

The next time we see Marion she is played by Shirley Mitchell in 3 episodes from season three. Mitchell became friends with Lucille Ball in the late 1940s when she was featured in 4 episodes of “My Favorite Husband.”

In the same episode that we got Strong, we also got Grace! Grace Munson was yet another character that was named after one of Lucille Ball's hometown friends. In "The Club Election" Grace is embodied by Hazel Pierce, who was also Lucille Ball's camera and lighting stand-in. She was first pick when small roles and background assignments were doled out.

The next time we see Grace, she has moved to Westport with her husband Harry (Tristam Coffin), inspiring Lucy and Ricky to do the same. This time, nearly five years later, Grace is played by Ruth Brady. The Munsons have a son named Billy (who stays off-screen) and a cousin named Diana Jordan played by a pre-Jeannie Barbara Eden. Brady was featured as Laura in Lucy and Desi's 1956 film Forever, Darling and likely made such a positive impression that she was rewarded with Grace. Literally. At the Westport Country Club things get surreal when Hazel Pierce, who originated the role of Grace, also shows up!

On "The Lucy Show" there were far fewer examples of recasting. The role of Arnold Mooney, Mr. Mooney's youngest son, was first played by Barry Livingston in “Lucy Gets Locked in the Vault” (1963), the same episode that also introduced Gale Gordon as banker Theodore J. Mooney. Livingston returned to the role in “Lucy and the Scout Trip” (1964).  Not even a year later, Arnold is being played by Ted Eccles in "Lucy's Contact Lenses." Apparently, Livingston's schedule playing Chip on "My Three Sons" (also filmed on the Desilu lot) became too much for him to do double duty. When the series location moved from Danfield to Los Angeles, Eccles appeared as two other characters, one of them in a scene with Gale Gordon, who formerly played his father! More surreal still, the new character's name was Barry.

Another early recast was the role of Dorothy Boyer, Danfield volunteer firefighter. The part was originally given to Ruth Crews. The character is never called by name, but she is one of the few firefighters to speak distinct dialogue.

The next time we hear about Dorothy she is played by Dorothy Konrad, probably because the character now needed to be able to sing four part harmony in "Lucy's Barbershop Quartet". Both performers were sturdily built women. Crews, meanwhile, turned up as an unnamed patron at Wilbur's Ice Cream Parlor when "Lucy is a Soda Jerk" (1963). Like Little Stevie, it is odd that Konrad's first name matches her character's, despite them being originated by other performers!

I SAW THAT FACE ON...

Probably the most famous example of recasting on a sitcom is the role of Darrin Stevens on ABC's long-running "Bewitched" (1964-1972). The part was originated by Dick York, but he became ill and was replaced by similar-looking Dick Sargent for the rest of the series.

On New Year’s Eve 1973, Dick Sargent was seen as a policeman on “Here’s Lucy”, his only time acting opposite Lucille Ball. 

On the same series, Darrin's nosy neighbor Gladys Kravitz was originated by Alice Pearce. When she died in 1966, Sandra Gould took over the role. On "I Love Lucy" Gould played Texan Nancy Johnson in “Oil Wells (1957) and made a brief appearance as a subway strap-hanger in “Lucy and the Loving Cup” (1953). In 1962 she appeared on “The Lucy Show” as a bank secretary.

As if that wasn't confusing enough, Darrin's boss's wife Louise Tate was played by Irene Vernon, then Kasey Rogers. In 1967 Rogers was seen in a two-part airline-themed "Lucy Show" starring Carol Burnett. She also played a music publisher's secretary (above) in "Lucy and Phil Harris" (1968).

The character of Aunt Hagatha was only seen in eight episodes of "Bewitched," yet it was played by five different actors:

Nancy Andrews (1967)

Diana Chesney (1965)

Doreen McLean (1969)

Kay Elliot (1970)

Ysabel MacCloskey (1971)

and Reta Shaw (1966 & 1971)

Shaw is probably the most recognizable Hagatha as she originated the role and was the last to play it. She was a popular character actress from film (Mary Poppins), stage (The Pajama Game), and television ("The Ghost and Mrs. Muir"). Shaw was seen as 3 different characters on "The Lucy Show" and 3 more on "Here's Lucy."

When "The Munsters" premiered in 1964, the role of Marilyn Munster was played by Beverly Owen. After one season, Owen decided not to return to the series, and was replaced by Pat Priest. Few viewers could tell the difference as they both were intentionally made to look like Marilyn Monroe. In October 1966, Priest played a flight attendant on "The Lucy Show."

On Desi Arnaz's sitcom "The Mothers-in-Law" (1967-1969), Roger C. Carmel played Roger Buell during season one. But during a contract dispute Desi was dared to recast - and he did! Carmel was replaced with Richard Deacon for the show's second (and last) season. Deacon was no stranger to Desi, having played Tallulah Bankhead's chauffeur in "The Celebrity Next Door" (1957), an episode of "The Lucy-Desi Comedy Hour", as well as many other Desilu shows. Deacon later went on to do two episodes of "Here's Lucy."

On CBS's "Petticoat Junction" (1963-1970) the recurring character of Selma Plout was originated by Susan Walther (aka Susan Johann). She played the role for 5 episodes until she was mysteriously replaced by Elvia Allman, who played Selma for the rest of the series. Allman started acting with Lucille Ball on radio, and was famously seen as the barking candy factory foreperson on "I Love Lucy." She returned to play Minnie Finch’s neighbor in “Fan Magazine Interview” and magazine reporter Nancy Graham in “The Homecoming.” She made 2 appearances on “The Lucy–Desi Comedy Hour“ and 2 more on “The Lucy Show."

Doris Ziffel (mother of Arnold the Piggy) was a character that was seen on both "Petticoat Junction" and "Green Acres." The part was originated by Lucille Ball's friend Barbara Pepper. After doing films together at RKO, Pepper was on the short list to play Ethel Mertz on "I Love Lucy." When she didn't get the part, Lucy cast her in a variety of small roles on the series. When Pepper died in 1969, Fran Ryan assumed the role. Ryan had already been seen on the series as Minnie Holcombe in March 1969, just a few months earlier, so viewers could be excused for doing a double-take.

On Eve Arden's "Our Miss Brooks" (1952-1956), filmed at Desilu, the role of Mrs. Martha Conklin was first played by Virginia Gordon, Gale Gordon's real-life wife. She had originated the role on radio. Starting in season two, Paula Winslowe took over playing the part. In 1964, Winslowe appeared briefly on "The Lucy Show" as a hospital patient.

In Mayberry, "The Andy Griffith Show" (filmed on the Desilu backlot) had several casting swaps. Miser Ben Weaver was first played by Will Wright (top), but then by Tol Avery (bottom) and later Jason Johnson. Wright played two roles on "I Love Lucy" and Avery played characters on "The Lucy Show and "Here's Lucy".

Mayberry gas pumper Wally was first played by Norman Leavitt (left), then by Trevor Bardette and Cliff Norton (right). Coincidentally, Leavitt also played a filling station attendant in "Lucy Hunts Uranium" (1959), as well as being seen in several other Desilu projects. On "Here's Lucy" Cliff Norton played Sam the plumber when "Lucy Meets the Burtons" and also played "Mary Jane's Boyfriend" Walter. Speaking of which...

The TV pilot of "Gilligan's Island" featured John Gabriel as The Professor. When the sitcom went to series, he was replaced by Russell Johnson. Gabriel (above) later played Jack Thomas in "Mary Jane's Boyfriend" (1974).

On "Happy Days" (1974-1984), Ralph's father Dr. Mickey Malph was first played by Allen Oppenheimer, but after an extended absence, returned as Jack Dodson. Oppenheimer had a couple of roles on "Here's Lucy," most notably as Kim's Uncle Herb in an episode that was a back-door pilot for a spin-off that would have starred Lucie Arnaz.

Other noteworthy re-castings that did not touch the Lucyverse include the roles of Catwoman, the Riddler, and Mr. Freeze on "Batman", Billie Jo and Bobbie Jo Bradley on "Petticoat Junction", Lionel on "The Jeffersons", Becky Conner on "Roseann", Carol on "Friends", Chris on "The Partridge Family", Morty on "Seinfeld", and Chuck Cunningham on "Happy Days."

Recasting can also happen when a show changes form. For example the various iterations of "The Honeymooners" and "The Brady Bunch" both caused recasting.

By now you are probably wondering about the photo that began this blog entry. No, that is not Desi Arnaz, and the scene is not from "I Love Lucy," although Lucille Ball is playing Lucy Ricardo. It is from "The Bob Hope Chevy Show" of October 21, 1956.

The sketch featured the entire cast of "I Love Lucy" and was performed in what appeared to be the Ricardo living room. The premise: Hope wondered what "I Love Lucy" would have been like had he married Lucille instead of Desi. With Bob as Ricky, Desi is recast as Fred Mertz. Naturally, this case of multiple recasting is as hilarious as it is fascinating.

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Ghost Story - Chapter 9

Pairing: Rooster x Female OC

Word Count: 1407

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: No one will miss a ghost. It'd been a running joke for as long as anyone could remember, something Ghost herself started, and she always said it with a smile on her face or with mirth in her voice. The untouchable stealth pilot in every sense of the word, no one could've predicted the depth of her turmoil over recent events, nor the extremes she would go to in order to protect the man she loved, not even those closest to her. Now, all that was left of the young aviator for Maverick, Hangman, and Rooster were the memories of the past, which would slowly fade with time. She'd come into their lives and made an unforgettable impression, and then, like a ghost, she was gone... Then again, ghosts can't die a second time.

Notes: The chapters/parts in italics are flashbacks. Also, I know I used Melissa Benoist as Juliette in India Lima Yankee but I really love her as an actress okay...

Chapter Songs: Anti-Hero Hate My Heart

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Ghost

"No, absolutely not," Bryn declared, snatching the dark blue dress out of Ghost's hands. "If Penny's parameters were for you to not wear black and white, I'm not letting you choose another dark color. You're going to wear something that makes you shine."

Ghost groaned. "But-"

"But nothing!" Bryn grasped her friend's shoulders and said kindly, "I know you don't like having your clothes bring attention to you, and I'll help you find something colorful that you're comfortable in, but you have got to spice up your wardrobe."

"Fine, fine, I'll look for something else." Ghost returned to the rack, digging through the dresses and fighting her natural instinct to try on the black and white dresses. She couldn't even choose silver, having checked with Penny earlier.

COLOR! She had texted Ghost. I want to see you in color!

Bryn saw the message, too, and took the instructions to heart. She picked out a few dresses for Ghost, mainly bright blues, a couple of light greens, and a red. That last one Ghost knew she would say no to. She could maybe work her invisibility magic with the blues and greens, but red acted like a beacon for attention, the last thing she wanted. Ghost already felt out of place at the dinner despite Penny's declaration the pilot was as much a Dagger as the others, feeling that would garner her attention as it was.

Finally, after an hour and about twenty dresses to try on, Ghost entered the changing room and got to work. She tried on the ones she picked out first but was dismayed when none flattered her. They were either too short, too long, too small, or too big. It didn't help that the ones she did like had no more sizes within her range to try on, so Ghost moved on to the dresses chosen by Bryn. They were much brighter than the ones the pilot picked out, but they annoyingly fit her much better. Ghost realized she might've been sabotaging herself with the outfits she'd chosen as a subtle way to show Bryn that the colorful dresses weren't working and to let her go for the dark ones, but her best friend knew how to dress Ghost.

"What about this one?" Ghost inquired, stepping in front of the tri-fold mirror. It was the second to last dress Bryn had picked out, and if this one didn't work out, it left the red one, the very dress Ghost didn't want to try.

Bryn studied the outfit, her nose scrunching. "It's cute, but it does this weird bunching in the back. I don't think it's made well. Next one."

Shit... With a defeated sigh, Ghost returned to the changing room, slipping out of the blue dress and into the red one. The moment she put it on, she knew it was all over. It fit perfectly, it looked incredible, and it made Ghost stand out. Guessing Bryn's reaction wouldn't be difficult.

"Oh. My. God!" Bryn exclaimed, mouth dropping open when Ghost shyly stepped outside. "You look amazing!"

Ghost admired the dress in the mirror. The design itself was simple: plain red fabric for the bodice that hugged her curves, delicate lace sleeves, a low scoop neckline, and a sweeping open back. 

"Please tell me you're going to get that," Bryn said, staring hopefully at her friend through the mirror.

Ghost pulled the sleeves over her fists, staring at herself. "I don't think I have much of a choice. It's the only one we've found in this entire mall that fits me."

"There's always a choice." Then, kindly, Bryn added, "Ghost, if you're not comfortable in it, talk to Penny. As much as she'd love to see you in something other than white or black, I know she'd want you to be comfortable."

"I already promised her I'd wear color. I'm not going to go back on my word."

Bryn came to stand next to the mirror, leaning against the wall. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Why don't you wear color? You look stunning, especially in red, and if you wore dresses like that all the time, you'd knock men dead."

"Outside of it being easier to do laundry? I like being able to blend in with the crowd. I like having escape options because as much as I enjoy being with friends, if I'm uncomfortable somewhere, I like being able to slip out without anyone noticing me. When I wear color, especially outfits like this, that tactic all but disappears."

"Not everyone misses when you've disappeared."

"Yeah, well, a few people, like yourself, have developed a sixth sense for my presence. The majority of people miss me, though. After all-" she offered a sly smirk- "No one misses a Ghost."

"I do. I missed having my best friend around, and I know others miss having you around, too."

Ghost frowned, confused. "What do you mean?"

"Rooster talked to me about having dinner with you, said he hasn't seen you much, and wants to catch up. It's not hard to figure out it's because he misses you."

Damn it, I didn't think he'd actually ask her about it! "I don't know why. We see each other every Saturday at dogfight football, and we run into each other at Penny and Mav's all the time since I'm helping Penny redecorate."

"I think he wants to hang out with you away from the Daggers and Benjamins."

"Would you be okay with it?"

"Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Because while I know you trust me not to do what that Brittany bitch did with your ex, I didn't want you to even have to consider it happening between Rooster and me in the first place," Ghost said, trying not to think how she essentially had done what Brittany did. Even if Rooster and Bryn hadn't started dating yet, Ghost still knew he was about to go on a date with one of her friends, and she still slept with him. How despicable could she be?

"I trust the both of you. Carole and Maverick raised Rooster right, and you have unwavering loyalty and morals," Bryn pointed out. "You two can hang out whenever you want. I'm not worried."

Ghost noticed the expression on her friend's face and said, "I know that look. You have a question."

"It's nothing, and I don't want to sound rude or nosy asking it."

"Talk to me, Kazansky."

Bryn bit her lip and hesitated for a moment. "I know you've only ever dated Hangman, but with how close you and Rooster are and the way he talks about you, I'm just curious: did anything ever happen between you two?"

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Abort mission! Abort mission! "No," Ghost said firmly, guilt flooding her veins and filling her bones at the lie. "We've only ever been friends, and that's all we'll ever be. We've been through a lot together, and he's been there for me at some of my lowest points. That's why we're so close. Although remind me to tell him to cool it talking about me around you if the way he's doing so is making you think there was something between us."

Bryn chuckled. "It's fine. It's entertaining to hear the stories about you two. I find it funny how much you two fought when you first knew each other."

"God, we were always at each other's throats," Ghost remarked, going back into the changing room to hide her flaming cheeks from Bryn before she noticed. Ghost removed the dress and slipped back into her black jeans, shirt, and boots, relief and comfortability settling in with the familiar, neutral clothes. Stepping back outside, the dress draped over her arm, she said, "Let's go to the register, and then I don't know about you, but I'm starving!"

Bryn lit up. "Does that mean you're buying the dress?!"

Ghost rolled her eyes but smiled. "Yes, it means I'm buying the dress."

"I deserve a medal for this accomplishment, honestly. Come on-" Bryn looped her arm through Ghost's- "let's go before you change your mind!"

Laughing, the two friends strode off, but deep down, the guilt gnawed at Ghost's conscience: You're a terrible friend. You slept with your best friend's boyfriend, and rather than tell her the truth, you lied to her. You're no better than Brittany. 

And all Ghost could think in response was a grim: I know.

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