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hugh-lauries-bald-spot · 6 months

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If Jooster met without the social and financial implication, i.e. they're both servants, or gentlemen, do you believe they would still fall in love or is their relationship at leas partially due to their circumstances?

anon im obsessed with you. im obsessed with this.

TLDR they'd fall in love in every universe with every set of circumstances.

girlfail 4 girlboss is true no matter what social status they hold

heres what im thinking... (in mini, first meeting fic form)

Both servants AU:

Bertie and the Knight

I like to think of myself as a man of many capabilities, an iron will, a strength of character, an indomitable whatsit, a certain affability, a certain wit, irrespective of my Aunt's remarks on that matter. I may not be the most organized chap, nor the most tidy or capable of ironing, but I hardly see folding socks as being the measure of a man, what?

My employers seemed to hold a different opinion on the subject, though they often relied upon me for my quick-thinkedness, not that I had proven myself to be entirely reliable when fishing one out of the soup... I'll admit I often found myself in the reverse position, my employer pulling me out of some scheme or another gone pear-shaped...

One occasion left my employer, a Mr. Halloway, relying on his manservant, that is to say myself, to preform a scheme of his own invention, and he made it clear as... well something that is really quite clear, that it is imperative that this remain top secret. And a dashed difficult secret to keep. You see the lieu of this scheme happened to be Lady Halloway's Manor, a family reunion was to take place on the premises at the same time as this plot and well... I rather quickly found myself in somewhat soupy waters...

I had found the teapot, an ironing board, a frying pan, a box of matches and a bed-sheet, but I must have been struck by the same affliction that makes my good friend Barmy the man that he is, well you see I forgot what to do with the blasted things!

Then, in my moment of hapless peril did a Knight in black and pinstripe offer rescue, seemingly materializing out of the air itself!

"Excuse me, Mr. Wooster, I couldn't help but observe that you seem to be having some trouble tying these sheets around this teapot. Should you be requiring assistance?" he inquired, voice low and smooth and eloquent as my ears have ever heard, and I have spent my years among the noblesse, I have heard eloquence!

"Ah! Er, I mean that is to say no! That is to say no thank you Mr..." I sputtered hopelessly. You see the man was quite tall, standing a few inches above my own head, which is, you'll note, some 6-and-something feet from the ground. I'll admit I felt rather dwarfed in that moment, not that I particularly disliked the hastened pumping feeling in my chest.

"Jeeves." said Jeeves.

"Jeeves, right, yes. You need not worry yourself, Mr. Jeeves, rest assured that the Wooster brain will be able to... wrap itself around this conundrum in some way or another, what?" I assured him, not so steely in my conviction as I would have hoped...

"Indeed, Mr. Wooster... Though may I inquire as to the purpose of this... endeavour?" he asked once more, taking a hesitant glance at the ensemble of disjunctive materials I had amassed for what purpose?

I must say, feeling this man, Jeeves, broad chested and fit as he was looming over myself... I'd be hard-pressed to remember my own name at a time like this.

"Ah... ha, right... er, no, thank you, I believe I'll just... oh, well you know how these things work themselves out, hey...?" I replied, more useless and brainless as I'd ever been, which, my Aunts would say, is quite impressive.

"Indeed, Mr. Wooster." he spoke, and I couldn't help but notice the slight upward twitch of his lips and the cool, all-knowing shimmer in his dark eyes.

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Both gentleman AU:

Where words fail, music speaks

I perused the hall upon entering it, greeting those I knew with idle pleasantries, introducing myself to those I did not. I mingled, engaged in topics of conversation far below my cognitive abilities though entertaining enough to stave off the urge to fabricate an explanation to excuse my early departure.

After some considerable time spent in placid conversation with distant acquaintances, I took notice of a man consorting among his companions by the grand piano. He appeared to be of the noblesse, although his attire denoted a certain unfamiliarity with appropriate dress for such an occasion, this demarked him from his associates who, to their credit, were composed marginally more suitably.

I parted ways with the gentleman with whom I'd been engaged in lacking conversation, on the premise of greeting an old friend who had newly arrived to the banquet. The man, chattering animatedly, took no notice of my approach as his hair, seemingly soft and almost buoyant, bounced atop his head as he spoke. His friends appeared off-put by my presence, one of them nudging him until he turned to face me.

"What ho!" the man greeted, his cheeriness alarming me somewhat as his wide eyes, the color of resplendent aventurine, seemed to beam brightly from within. "Bertram- Well, no, Bertie- yes Bertie Wooster." he added with a broad grin.

"Mr. Wooster..." I replied, temporarily at a loss for words as I met the man's extended hand with my own. His were cool, nimble, slender. I noted his fingertips on my hand, slightly calloused. I understood now why his party was huddled by the piano. "My name is Sir Reginald Jeeves."

"Oh, yes, well, good to meet you, Mr. Jeeves, rather... I say... You wouldn't happen to know who's bally shindig this would be, would you Jeeves?" he asked, leaning on the side of the pianoforte with a furrowed brow.

"I do believe the invitations were sent out on the part of a Sir Halloway, Mr. Wooster." I answered.

"And this Halloway fellow, I haven't had the pleasure as of yet, is he a... well is he a musical sort of chap?" Mr. Wooster inquired further, momentarily eyeing the instrument.

"It is my understanding that such is the case, Mr. Wooster."

"Oh, that is good news, eh, Jeeves? What is it that that Andersen johnny said about music. Something about words failing and so forth?" he asked, cheeks rosier with burgeoning excitement as his fingers seemed to play the notes on the piano's lid.

“Where words fail, music speaks.” I answered as he looked upon me with a kind of joyous gratitude I felt entirely undeserving to receive but grateful to witness.

"Truer words, what?"

"Indeed, Mr. Wooster..."

#my fic #jooster #ask #anon #sorry for the long reply youve inspired me anon #jeeves and wooster #reginald jeeves #bertie wooster #gentleman au #servant au #first meeting au

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theresthesnitch · 10 months

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“We were talking about having dinner, right?” Remus gives a nervous chuckle. “I hope you don’t want to cancel our date already. I don’t know what happened there–”

“I don’t want to cancel,” Sirius says quickly. “I’m very much looking forward to going on a date with you.” He leans forward and presses a kiss to Remus’s cheek.

His lips brush Remus’s skin, and it feels like deja vu, like a triggered memory of something he forgot. Something on the tip of his tongue that he almost reaches. Something he really wants to remember. He feels like his body is screaming at him to remember.

He turns to face Sirius, who hasn’t pulled away at all, and that should bother Remus, but instead, he just wants to ask for more. He brings a hand up to cup Sirius’s face, running the pad of his thumb along Sirius’s lower lip.

It’s crazy–this is crazy. Sirius is a stranger to him, and yet Remus is sitting on a park bench with him and all he wants to do is see if he tastes the way Remus remember– the way Remus thinks he might. “This is–this is weird, but can I try something?”

“You can do anything you want to me,” Sirius says, and his voice is soft and reverent, like he really means it, like Remus could do anything and Sirius would just sit there and let him, but all Remus wants to do is kiss him.

So he does.

Goodness, he does.

the pain of loving you

Coming soon to AO3.

#the pain of loving you #wolfstar #angsty #first meeting au #sort of #snitches get snippets #snitchwrites #remus lupin #sirius black #one shot

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scottishaccentsareawesome · 11 months

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(AU of first meeting - Chimney saw Maddie the other night and wanted to find her, enlisting Eddie's help. Maddie and Buck live together) Buck(watching Chim and Eddie walking down the hallway where his and Maddie's apartment is):...Excuse me, can I help you? Eddie: No thanks. Buck: Hey - (Having found Maddie's apartment, Chimney starts writing a note and is going to leave it taped to the door) Eddie(to Chim): Don't put your number! Don't put your number! Chimney: I'm not putting my number, I'm putting your number! Buck: - That's MY apartment. (Eddie glances over at Buck and smiles) Eddie(to Chim):...OK, put my number.

#incorrect quotes #buddie #madney #firefam #original: gilmore girls #first meeting au #evan buckley #eddie diaz #chimney han #howard han

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blue-sunflower-bee · 5 months

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It´s finally here!

I´m so relieved I finally got to post the first chapter of this story, since it took way longer than I first anticipated...but it´s finally here now!

It was kinda exhausting since it´s the first story I´ve published that isnt in my first language (I´m actually german) but I hope you kinda like it anyway and forgive me in case my updates are...slow? Lol

#fnaf #fnaf movie 2023 #mike schmidt #ness the waiter #ness x mike #mike x ness #securitywaiter #dreamtheory #fanfiction #securitywaiter fanfic #first meeting au

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poepoe-thebunny · 1 month

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Scott Summers is on a semi-forced vacation at the insistence of his best friend and finds himself relaxing in a cabin with only his thoughts and observations for company. But it's not just the looming storm that is driving visitors out, and Scott finds that he is becoming intimately familiar with the feeling of being watched. Hunted, he thinks, might be the better term. Still, he thinks dead animals on his doorstep are a bit on the nose.

AKA

Scott Summers is that white person in a movie. Let's just hope he has final girl status.

#cyclops #scott summers #x men movies #logan howlett #wolverine #victor creed #scogan #scogan bingo #first meeting au

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gallavichfanficlibrary · 10 months

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Hey :)

Hope I'm doing this right, but I loved Like Real People Do.

I really liked the online dating aspect of it, so I was wondering if there were maybe any more fics where they meet online?

Hey hey :) You're totally doing it right ;) Here you go:

It's A Match - Mandy forces Mickey to get a dating app and he accidentally swipes right.

Your Question Has Been Received - a tumblr AU with a bit of a twist.

a/s/l - AU where Ian and Mickey meet in an online chatroom.

Lifeline - Discord AU. Ian’s trying to make a friend, someone to share a genuine connection with. Mickey is desperate for some relief from a hellish home life and his despotic father.

Dead Meet - Life's good for Ian. He's got siblings that stick with him through thick and thin. He's working his dream job. He feels stable. But life isn't perfect. Ian is very much single. Luckily there's a way to kill his loneliness... A special dating app called "Dead Meet".

More online meetings where it's less about the online dating part and more about the hooking up part of it:

M8TE - ABO AU. M8TE is the premiere app for unmated alphas and omegas. Just enter your location and the dates of your rut or heat cycle, and you’ll be instantly paired with up to 3 potential matches in your area. Who you choose is up to you!

hornygaythug.tumblr.com - Tumblr AU with a rommates twist.

@ hornygaythug - The second editin of the Tumblr AU with a rommates twist.

#online dating #alternative first meeting #au #texting #first meeting au #first date

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morganwrites-starwars · 2 years

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A different start pt 2

Have you ever wondered what would happen if ARC trooper Echo (and Fives) met the Bad Batch during the war? Chaos, of course.

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Echo was strongly considering comming Kix or Jesse and spilling Fives’ location. Not only would it earn him Kix’s favor (which was a nice thing to have), but it would save Echo the headache of getting Fives out of what was basically a hostage situation. But then Echo would have to deal with Fives’ whining when he escaped Kix’s wrath. Echo should’ve insisted they mess with someone less scary- like that squad that just earned their paint, making them fair game since Rex decided no pranks or the like on shinnies.

When Echo entered the hangar, he attracted some looks from vod’e that had, assumedly, been interrogated by Kix.

“What’d Fives do this time?” One of the mechanics called out when Echo passed.

“Locked Jesse and Kix in a closet,” Echo said as he walked past. He heard some of the vod’e chuckle.

“And you’re off to save the day, right?” Another vod teased. Echo nodded.

“As per usual.”

Echo didn’t need anyone to guide him to the Bad Batch’s (and what a cool name) ship. It stuck out like a sore thumb in the hangar. a black and grey ship in a sea of blue and white. Echo paused a few feet from the ramp and considered one last time, leaving Fives to reap his consequences. But Echo was a good vod, and Fives had gotten Echo out of his fair share of trouble, so Echo owed him. Plus, Fives was his favorite vod, no matter how much the man made Echo regret that.

The ship’s door slid open, revealing one of the most interesting-looking vod’e Echo had ever seen. Yes, Rex had told him that his ‘Bad Batch’ were clones with mutations but still, it was more difference than Echo expected. The vod’s hair was long, and he was shorter than a regular clone. He also had a half-face tattoo (a trend Echo would never understand- why would someone put themselves through that much pain for a tattoo when you could put it somewhere just as noticeable and less painful?). The black and red armor was cool, though. Echo spared a thought as to why Fives decided this ship was a good one to hide on.

“Hey,” Echo called out as he approached the ramp. “Fives still alive?”

“For now,” the vod answered. “I’m guessing you’re Echo?”

Echo sighed. “Unfortunately.”

The clone snorted. “Well, I’m Hunter. Welcome aboard the Havoc Marauder.”

Echo took the invitation and walked up the ramp into the ship. The first thing Echo noticed was Fives sheepishly smiling at him, an absolutely massive vod practically vibrating in place next to him. The second thing Echo noticed was the smell; it hit him the second he took his helmet off and reminded Echo vividly of Fives’ socks after a three-day trek through a swamp.

Fives shot up from his seat. “Echo! You came!”

Echo stared at Fives blankly. “I can still leave.”

“You won’t,” Fives countered, absolutely correct and sure of it. Echo considered leaving just to spite him. But the skinny white-haired vod in the corner was shooting Fives a glare that had Echo worrying about Fives’ safety should he do that.

“Yeah, yeah,” Echo said with a smile. “You’re a pain, vod. Get out of here.”

Fives obnoxious pressed a kiss to Echo’s cheek, waved goodbye to the Bad Batch, and bounded off the ship. Echo didn’t hear any yelling, so Fives seemed to be in the immediate clear. But now Echo was surrounded by three- four, another vod came back from the cockpit- clones whom Echo didn’t know how to interact with.

“So,” Echo said, shifting his helmet against his side. “I’m Echo.”

“I’m Wrecker,” the massive vod enthusiastically greeted.

“Tech,” said the brother with the goggles.

The white-haired brother said nothing, just chewed on a toothpick between his teeth. Hunter rolled his eyes and pointed, “And that’s Crosshair.”

Echo nodded and took a moment to examine the Bad Batch. They seemed to be similar to other squads Echo had worked with (though Echo noticed they appeared to be younger than him, they were probably decanted closer to Tup and Dogma). They had different personalities but worked well together and would likely resort to violence should Echo offend them. Echo decided that his best course of action was to treat them like he would any squad he’d never worked with before. Professional, yet kind.

“Nice you meet you guys,” Echo said with a small smile. “So, are you all coming along?”

They all shared some looks, adding another tally to the ‘they are like other squads’ column. Communicating without words was a common thing in close squads. Force knows that Echo and Fives had their share of wordless communications (though vod’e had pointed out their level was kind of creepy, having entire conversations and debates completely silent).

“Crosshair wants the upgrades,” Hunter finally said. Echo was unsurprised that a vod named ‘Crosshair’ with a crosshair tattoo was a sniper. It was like a medic named Needle with a hypo tattoo (Echo had met this vod and was thoroughly terrified). “Wrecker wants to see your weapons.”

“Especially any torpedoes or bombs!” Wrecker interjected. “Anything that’ll explode stuff.”

Echo was suddenly struck with the image of Hardcase sized up and understood Rex��s insistence Hardcase has to be kept away from the Bad Batch. “Ok. You and Tech coming with?”

Hunter hummed. “I will. Tech?”

Tech sniffed and checked something on his datapad. “I suppose I will. Perhaps I will find inspiration for upgrades for my ship.”

“Alright, let’s head out,” Echo said as he typed a message to Rex. “I’m going to send a comm to Rex if he needs to find us.”

The batch gathered themselves, but Crosshair stayed reclining against the way with a brow raised. “Rex?’ I thought regs were all about respecting authority.”

Echo shrugged. “I respect Rex a lot and trust him even more. He said we can call him Rex when we’re on downtime.”

Crosshair huffed, and Echo felt he’d wanted Echo to get upset and start an argument. Unfortunately, Echo wasn’t in the mood for a fight and was secure in his respect and relationship with Rex.

“Fives have that respect too?” Hunter asked as they left the ship, Crosshair marching out last, Fire puncher slung over his shoulder. “He doesn’t seem the type to respect authority.”

“The only person Fives doesn’t respect,” Echo said blandly, “is himself.” Echo got weird looks as he left the hangar with the Bad Batch in tow. “Fives is still a good person,” he added, feeling the need to defend his twin. “He likes to make people laugh, even at his own expense.”

“Kix didn’t look to be laughing,” Hunter countered, walking in stride with Echo as his brothers stayed behind.

“Yeah, but he knows it wasn’t malicious,” Echo said. “It’s more of a reputation thing for Kix. He prefers it if the shinies are slightly afraid of him, so they listen to him.” Crosshair scoffed, and Echo couldn’t (or really, didn’t bother trying to) make out whatever he muttered.

Tech said, “That is a smart move, as many clones are adverse to medical care due to our upbringing on Kamino. The fear of a medical authority will encourage them to seek care until respect and trust take their place.”

That caught Echo a little off guard. “I guess so. I never thought of it that way. Makes sense, though. Maybe I’ll tell Kix and see what he does with it.”

“Do be sure to let me know what he does in attempts to remedy this,” Tech requested. Echo agreed, seeing no reason not to. Tech just seemed like the kind of person who wanted to know as much as he could about as many things as possible.

Nobody they passed said anything- though whether that was because they didn’t care or were intimated by the ARC with the Bad Batch following him, Echo couldn’t say.

“Hey, can I ask you a question?” Echo asked Hunter when the silence was getting to him.

“Sure,” Hunter said after a beat, shooting a look over his shoulder at his brothers.

“So I can guess that your name matches your specialty,” Echo said, noting Hunter’s expression change minutely at the word ‘specialty.’ “But, like, what exactly makes you a good hunter, tracker, or whatever?”

“Enhanced senses, like scent and sound, and I can detect stuff like electronegative fields.”

“Cool. Must help when clankers are around,” Echo commented as he pressed the call button for the elevator. A moment of consideration determined they all wouldn’t fit. “Ok, we need to take two elevators.”

Echo let the Bad Batch mutter among themselves, trying to determine who’d go in which elevator (Echo had a feeling it was more about who had to be in an elevator with him). When the elevators arrived, Echo ended up with Hunter and Tech, Wrecker and Crosshair going together. He told them which floor before getting in with Hunter with Tech. Somehow, it got more awkward in the enclosed tube.

“So, uh,” Echo tried to make conversation, “You guys go on Venators a lot?”

“Only a few times,” Hunter said shortly.

“We are more commonly assigned field missions as we do not tend to work with regs regularly,” Tech answered matter-of-factly. “It is more logical to have us run our own ops and report to a superior.”

“And that’s usually Commander Cody, right?” Echo asked as their elevator reached their floor. Echo stepped out and noticed that Crosshair looked even more annoyed, which was impressive.

“It’s whoever assigned us,” Hunter said. “The commander is one of the main ones.”

“He assigned you guys here too?”

“Unfortunately,” Crosshair said with a huff. “You always ask this many questions?”

“Depends.” Echo shrugged. “I think commando squads are interesting. So-"Echo moved his hand in a sweeping motion-"questions.”

“Well, I don’t like nosy regs,” Crosshair snapped, jaw clenched around his toothpick.

“Then it’s a good thing I wasn’t asking you,” Echo said with a slight smirk. The sniper was annoying, clearly trying to get Echo to fight with him. So Echo felt no remorse for being a little snippy back at him. He wouldn’t get into a verbal (or physical) brawl, mostly because Rex had begged Torrent to behave for once (seeing Wrecker made the desperation a bit more obvious, that vod could crush them easily).

“Cross,” Hunter sighed, sounding a lot like Rex (and Cody, which may be related).

Crosshair, ignoring Hunter, stepped up and forcefully turned Echo with a hand latched onto his shoulder. The sniper got into Echo’s face, sneer being weirdly deformed by the toothpick in his mouth (but Echo figured it wouldn’t help if he laughed at it).

“Watch yourself, reg,” Crosshair sneered. Someone rounded the corner ahead, and Echo heard them stop in their tracks.

“Echo?” they asked. Echo took a second to glance over his shoulder to identify them as Dogma. The second step of footsteps Echo had heard must’ve been Tup.

“Everything is fine, Dog’ika,” Echo assured his vod’ika without taking his eyes off Crosshair. Specifically, the sniper rifle slung over his shoulder. “Just working out some things.”

“Like Kix worked things out with Hardcase?” Tup asked skeptically.

“With less violence, hopefully,” Echo said. “Right, Crosshair?”

Crosshair looked like he’d love to punch Echo in the face, forming an incredibly amusing expression on his face, warping his tattoo in a way that Echo would remember every time he looked at it in the future.

“Enough, Crosshair,” Hunter ordered sternly, pulling Crosshair back by the man’s armor. Crosshair snarled and turned on Hunter; for a moment, Echo thought Crosshair would punch Hunter. Echo took a step back, peeking to see where his vod’ike were so he could be in between them and the raging sniper. “Enough.”

There was a tense moment before Crosshair huffed, and Echo could practically see his metaphorical hackles lower. “Whatever.”

No one spoke. None of the other Bad Batch members seemed surprised, and Echo was waiting to see if Crosshair was just faking his surrender. Crosshair turned to shoot one more glare at Echo before moving to sulk next to Tech and Wrecker. Echo forced himself to release the tension he was holding. Echo turned so he could see Tup and Dogma and the Bad Batch.

“What are you two up to?” Echo asked with a small, comforting smile. He hoped that giving his back to the Bad Batch showed that he didn't distrust them because of the brief incident and assured his vod'ike that everything was ok.

“We are avoiding Kix,” Dogma said, still eyeing the Bad Batch. Probably picking out each reg violation being blatantly flaunted.“He keeps interrogating us about where Fives could be.”

Tup frowned playfully. “Is he doing that to you too?”

“Nah, he knows I won’t give up Fives and can’t be bothered to try,” Echo said with a shrug. Both of his vod’ike looked a little offended.

“So what, we’re easier targets?” Tup asked.

“Yeah, pretty much,” Echo teased. "One stern look, and you fold like wet cards."

Someone cleared their throat, but Echo couldn't guess which member of the Bad Batch it was. But it was clear they were getting impatient.

“Speaking of Fives,” Echo said, confusing Dogma and Tup. “I’m taking the Bad Batch on a tour of weapons storage. I’ll see you two later?”

They nodded despite the two things having no obvious relation, and Dogma added, “We’ll let you know if Kix finds Fives.”

“Vor’e.”

The Bad Batch didn’t say anything as Dogma and Tup walked away, and while Echo would’ve liked an apology, he’d worked with vod’e like Crosshair and knew he wouldn’t be getting one. It was okay, so Echo moved on and continued down the corridor.

“Are you not going to say anything?” Tech asked curiously. “I’ve found regs do not respond to threats, especially physical ones, well.”

Echo shrugged, not 100% sure why he wasn’t more upset. Crosshair was out of line, and Echo was pretty sure he outranked Crosshair. Frankly, Echo should have been more upset, and in any other situation, probably would’ve been. Why was it different now?

Maybe because Crosshair only lashed out when he thought Echo was being pushy toward his brothers. There’d been a look in Crosshair’s eyes that Echo recognized. It was the look of a brother willing to go through hell and back for his vod’e. How could Echo fault someone for protecting their brothers? Especially since Echo felt there’d been plenty of times in the past when Crosshair was justified in his protectiveness.

Echo didn’t think his reasoning would go over well, so he just shrugged again instead of his actual answer. “If I got pissed at every prickly vod, I’d never get anything done.”

“I’m not your vod,” Crosshair muttered. A slight clang indicated someone had elbowed the sniper at his remark.

Echo let the remark go and stopped in front of the weapons storage door. “Here we are.”

Echo held his hand to the scanner and entered the door when it opened. An inventory droid rolled past them, calling out, “Please register any contents you remove or move.”

Echo turned to face the Bad Batch and held his hands out to the side. “Here we are. Feel free to wander about. I’ll go find Belts. Try not to break anything, please.”

Echo left as he heard Wrecker gleefully run off to the proton bomb’s storage. Echo couldn’t help his smile at the vod’s innocent excitement. It was baffling how some of the prickliest vod’e got along with the happiest ones. Dogma and Tup, Kix and Jesse, and Crosshair and Wrecker. Echo wondered if that made him the prickly vod to Five’s Fiveness.

Speaking of Echo’s twin, Echo sent Fives a message. Dead?

Immediately, his comm chimed with Fives’ response: Nope

Wow. Kix must be tried or something.

Thanks for the vote of confidence, vod.

Echo snorted at Fives and closed their chat as he reached Belts’ work room. Belt’s got his name for the belts he wore slung over his hips and chest. He would never share what was in each of the pockets, but Fives swore he once saw Belts pull a ration bar out of one of them.

Belts’ was bent over his workbench, magnifying goggles on his eyes, carefully manipulating some wires on what Echo thinks used to be a jetpack,

Echo gently rapped his knuckles on the door frame, and Belts waved a hand in acknowledgment.

“I’ll be with you in a sec, vod. Unless you tried to unjam your blaster with something, and it got stuck. That’s a you problem.”

“That been happening a lot?” Echo asked in amusement. “Shinies getting creative?”

Belts snorted and quickly turned to identify Echo. He smiled at the ARC trooper. “Unfortunately. I have no idea why someone would think a plasti-fork would work.”

Echo shook his head in mock disappointment. “Education on Kamino must be going downhill.”

Belts chuckled as he straightened up, pulling his goggles off his head. “Yeah, probably budget cuts. What can I do for you, sir?”

Echo waved his hand in dismissal. “Come on, Belts, you know you can call me Echo.”

Belts shrugged, smile betraying his amusement. “I forgot. So, what’s up?”

“I’ve got someone interested in the newest Firepuncher upgrades,” Echo said, gesturing over his shoulder in the vague direction of the Bad Batch.

Belts’ brow furrowed in thought. “All the snipers in the 501st have already gotten it. Who are you talking about?”

“Name’s Crosshair. With a commando squad that’s here for the next mission. I guess they haven’t had time to add it,” Echo said. “They’re, uh, different. By the way.”

“Different, how?” Belts asked as he stood up, cracking his back in a way that made Echo wince.

“Uh, enhanced,” Echo said uncertainly. “You’ll see.”

“Ok.” Belts gave Echo an odd look. “Ok, sure, whatever. Bring him in.”

Echo nodded and turned to find the Bad Batch. They had been moving along the wracks of weapons, but Wrecker was loud enough that Echo found them quickly. The larger clone was currently drooling over some new handheld explosives that Rex said Hardcase wasn’t allowed to be alone with.

“Hey,” Echo announced himself. “Belts is ready for the upgrade.”

“I will come with you,” Tech declared, sharing a meaningful look with Hunter. “I should like to see how it is installed in case I wish to remove it and make my own upgrades.”

Crosshair scoffed but didn’t tell his brother off. Echo led them away, wincing at the clanging and Wrecker’s exclamation that echoed behind them. Another vod’s head popped out from behind the corner they were approaching. It wasn’t someone Echo recognized, but upon seeing him (and the people following him), the vod shook their head and disappeared.

“Are all the regs on this ship this nosy?” Crosshair scoffed.

“Yeah, pretty much,” Echo said lightly. He would never admit that it was amusing to annoy Crosshair, and it wasn’t even hard. Just act like he didn’t care, and Crosshair’s hackles when up.

“Regs grow up in a significantly more social environment,” Tech commented. “Privacy would be more difficult to obtain than it was for us.”

Echo hummed as he thought about it. Before he could ask a follow-up question, they reached Belts’ workroom. “Hey, vod, here he is.”

Belt looked up from the part he was fine-tuning, his brows shooting up to his hairline when he saw Crosshair and Tech. A slight noise left Belts’ mouth, but he didn’t comment on the two men’s appearance any further. Though he did shoot Echo a look saying he would be questioning Echo further at another time. Crosshair strolled into the room, sneer firmly in place, and Tech followed, head on a swivel to take in everything in the room.

“Alright, set it down,” Belts said, gesturing to his work table. Crosshair took his rifle into his hands but didn’t set it down. Belts rolled his eyes. “It won’t disappear when you set it down.”

“The sooner you cooperate, the sooner you will get it back,” Tech said. Echo noted a hint of reassurance in the genius’ voice. Crosshair glared at his brother but still set his rifle on Belts’ table. Tech stepped forward. “I should like to observe you, so I know how to remove the piece properly.”

“Ok,” Belts said. Crosshair and Tech stepped forward to watch the technician work. There was another loud crash. “Make sure they’re not breaking anything.”

“Got it,” Echo said as he left the room, heading towards the sound of the crash. Conveniently, he could also hear Wrecker.

“Well, how was I supposed to know it’d fall over if I did that?”

“Everything ok?” Echo asked, a tad hesitant as he rounded the corner and noticed a stack of detonators on the ground.

Hunter gave Wrecker a stern look. “Yeah, Wrecker was just going to clean these up.”

“Oh, uh, yeah!” Wrecker exclaimed, swooping down and picking up a bunch of detonators in his arms. A few tumbled back to the ground. “Uh oh.”

Echo smiled and stepped up and picked up the remaining detonators. “I got it. Where do they go?”

When Echo looked over at him, Hunter had a thoughtful look on his face. He pointed at an open cabinet. “In there.”

Echo helped Wrecker carefully stack the detonators back up and close the cabinet. “Belts is working on Crosshair’s rifle,” Echo said. Upon seeing Wrecker’s face fall, he added, “Maybe he can give you a tour when he’s done. Belts definitely knows about the stuff in here more than me.”

Wrecker lit up. “Awe, yeah! That would be awesome! You guys have so much more cool stuff than us!”

Echo’s comm went off, and when he picked up, he could hear arguing in the background-which was never a great sign. “Echo.”

“Come back now,” Belts demanded, causing Echo, Wrecker, and Hunter to jump to attention. “Max stopped by, and osik hit the ceiling.” Echo could hear more yelling.

“That’s Crosshair,” Hunter said with a sigh. The sergeant took off, Echo and Wrecker on his heels.

“On our way,” Echo said before cutting the connection.

“Everything was goin’ so well, too,” Wrecker muttered. Yeah, that should’ve been the warning sign for Echo.

Thankfully, no one had been hurt too badly when they got there. Max had a split lip, and Crosshair would be sporting a bruise on his cheek, but other than that, the only causalities were Belts’ stuff that had been thrown. When they’d reached the room, Wrecker had restrained Crosshair, and Echo blocked Max into a corner. Tech and Hunter were whispering to each other, and Crosshair was still spitting vitriol, but Echo focused on Max and Belts.

“What happened?” Echo demanded, using the voice he learned from Alpha-17. Max didn’t respond, only crossing his arms and glaring at the wall behind Echo. “Trooper. Do not make me call Captain Rex.”

Max inhaled sharply, wide eyes darting to Echo. “Don’t!” Max pleaded. At Echo’s expectant look, the trooper sighed and muttered something Echo could barely make out.

“Speak up.”

Max huffed. “He was picking on everything Belts was doin’-just being an asshole.”

“And so you thought fighting him would solve that?” Echo asked, unimpressed. Max flushed and looked away from Echo again.

“No sir,” he muttered.

“He told Crosshair to back off,” Belts continued, “And it just escalated from there.”

“How so?” Echo asked, still unsure why this competent man felt fighting a brother was any type of solution.

“He, uh, insulted….” Max trailed off into another mutter. Echo was about to demand he speak up again, patience wearing thin, but Belts spoke before that.

“He insulted me and you,” Belts said, hiding his irritation well. “Was also saying a bunch of stuff in general about ‘us regs.’”

“And it sort of just…spiraled from there,” Max finished lamely. Echo didn’t bother responding and instead typed a message to Rex letting him know the situation. Smartly, Max didn’t speak.

“Ok, Captain says to go the med bay,” Echo said once he got a reply. “The medics will be happy to have you do inventory. And, while I appreciate the defense, I can handle myself.”

“Yes, sir,” Max saluted.

“What about my shop?” Belts asked, gesturing at the chaos of his shop. Echo hummed and turned to the Bad Batch. Crosshair was pouting (or at least what Echo assumed was his version of pouting).

Hunter, who had been listening to their conversation, offered, “Crosshair’ll be happy to help clean up.”

“And Max, too,” Echo followed, sharing a smirk with Hunter.

“I’ll keep watch,” Hunter said, settling against a wall. “Does that tour offer still stand?”

Echo looked at Belts. “Want to take a break to show Wrecker around?”

“Sure,” Belt said, removing his repair belt.

Echo got another comm from Fives this time, which wasn’t a great sign. A worse sign was that the message was made up of curse words. Echo sighed. “I’ve got to go save Fives again. I’ll see you guys tomorrow?”

After a second of silence, the Bad Batch communicated silently again, and Hunter smiled. “I hope so.”

Echo smiled and waved goodbye. As he left, typing a message out to Fives demanding a sitrep, he wondered if he could convince Rex to assign him with the Bad Batch on the mission. Echo could admit he was curious about how they were on the field. Though, based on Torrent’s track record, that team-up could be disastrous.✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　

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Sequel pt.1

#bad batch #tcw echo #clone trooper fives #tbb hunter #tbb tech #tbb crosshair #tbb wrecker #Clone Wars #dogma #tup #First meeting AU

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fallingforfandoms · 8 months

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Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Tatort (TV 1970) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lena Odenthal/Johanna Stern Characters: Lena Odenthal, Johanna Stern Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Clubbing, Getting Together, First Kiss, First Time, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Post-Divorce, Molestation, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Misunderstandings, Happy Ending, Shameless Smut Summary:

Der Boden der Disco bebt, die Luft steht, die Meute lebt. Und mittendrin finden sich diese zwei Frauen, die einander eigentlich völlig fremd sind und sich trotzdem irgendwie verbunden fühlen: Lena und Johanna sind gekommen, um loszulassen, aber sie bleiben, um sich festzuhalten.

#tatort #tatort ludwigshafen #lena odenthal #johanna stern #lena odenthal x johanna stern #fanfic #jo schreibt #first meeting AU #ein bisschen inspiration für euren feier-/freitagabend nachher ;)

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tightlikeglue · 9 months

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"Oh..." I say. A slight blush rising to my cheeks as I put the cap back on my lip stick.

"It's cool, it's cool... I was gone let you finish but..." he gestures to the inside of his car with a nod. Hands a bit full carrying his new items.

"And I am still in the way" shuffling my hand down into my purse side pouch holding essentials. Headphones. Pads for emergencies. And today's makeup.

"Switch?"

"Yea yea" chuckling at the circumstances.

That's a fine mask you got there.

Taking some moments to engage in curious conversation. He tells me what drew him to the mask and where in his home. At least for now.

I tell him about the other furnishings I saw around the market place and where to find them.

"Oh yea... I'll have to check that out... so where you headed to now?"

"Wherever my nose takes me tbh. I'm eating whatever smells the best. "

"Ooh okay... I passed by this Jamaican food truck on the way over here" he points his thumb behind him, eyebrows raised in question.

"Tryna go?👀"

"Um..." I scurry back to the drivers side mirror. Giving myself a quick once over. Blending my lipstick just a teeny bit more.

"Let's. "

#sticky fic #marketplace #first meeting au #car mirror fic #black fic #pair with any of your favorites

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duckandrobin · 2 years

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Bellamy Blake x Clarke Griffin - Fic Rec Lists

Main Fic Rec List

Bellamy Blake x Clarke Griffin

Favorites List

An unsorted list of some of my favorite works which follow Bellarke. Well written fics with incredible concepts and characterizations.

Modern AU

Consists of fics in which the characters live in the modern world, with some other AUs occasionally included in the same fics.

Soulmate AU

Zombie Apocalypse AU

In which Bellarke must fight hordes of the undead, takes place either in the modern world or in the setting of The 100 on the Ark and/or ground.

Praimfaya AU

Various retellings of before, during, and after Praimfaya, with the primary ship focus being Bellarke.

First Meeting AU

Pregnancy AU

Amnesia AU

Historical AU

Arranged Marriage AU

Fantasy AU

Mythical/Mythological AU

#bellarke #bellamy #bellamy Blake #clarke #clarke Griffin #bellamy blake x clarke griffin #bellamy x clarke #fanfic #fanfiction #Fic #the 100 #zombie au #pregnancy #modern au #Praimfaya #soulmate au #first meeting au #Praimfaya au

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clover-pi · 1 year

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First Meeting - 5

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#first meeting #first meeting arc #first meeting au #seiko does not trust new player #dcmk #dcmk au

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theresthesnitch · 10 months

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Chapter 3: Sign me up and lock me down

It's been a while, but here's a new chapter! Have some smut, on me. Snippet:

Lily waited with him outside of The Horned Serpent for James and Sirius. They leaned against the wall, half turned toward each other and hands flying as they talked. Lily was wearing her peacock blue dress, with her copper-colored hair pulled back in small twists around her head that left her almond-colored freckles and emerald green eyes open and on full display. The way she looked made Remus’s fingers itch to be covered in paint to try to capture her.

Until he saw Sirius walking in their direction. Then his heart stopped.

Remus’s mouth went dry. How was he supposed to make it through a show if Sirius looked like that?

He didn’t even realize he was staring until Lily slapped his hand, a knowing smile on her face. “Is that him, then?” she signed. Remus could only nod.

Read the entire chapter here on AO3.

#give me a sign #wolfstar #deaf remus lupin #genderfluid sirius black #soulmates #first meeting au #snitchwrites

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stolos · 3 months

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TimKon fantasy AU (prince/knight Tim & half-fae Kon)🤭 if y’all like this I’ve got a few more ideas

BONUS DOODLES:

#they’re meeting for the first time #my art #dc fanart #timkon #kon el #tim drake #kon el superboy #conner kent #dc robin #tim drake robin #fantasy au #timkon fanart #tim drake wayne #timkon fae au

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shepscapades · 8 months

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For those begging for dbhc mumbo angst, unfortunately (?) this is just about as bad as it gets for him (as far as I have planned, anyway). All I can think of when it comes to dbhc mumbo is how silly goofy pathetic he is so for now he gets spared from serious angst <3

(doc, on the other hand, gets closer and closer to combusting the more he gets to know everyone)

also, a bonus below the cut bc scar is no better :]