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imarvelatthestars · 1 year

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Conscience

Pairings: Clone Trooper Veteran (from Kenobi) x f!Reader

Warnings: Tai's struggling with extreme self-hatred, some PTSD, survivor's guilt, etc.

Notes: Just a few more chapters left in the series! (Although knowing me, I might add more.) I'm so thankful to everyone who's stuck around through my absences. Tai's story means so much to me and I'm honored to share it with you all.

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He thinks he's going to be sick. They're on a transport, they're hurtling farther and farther away from Daiyu every second, but Tai can't help the sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach.

It wasn't supposed to go like this. He'd finally found something worth fighting for, someone worth living for, and of course he's gone and screwed it up. He just had to go out with you, had to show you off for all the galaxy to see as if he didn't have the most recognizable face in the entire blasted universe. He had to go out of his way to be a fucking idiot and now where's it gotten him, you?

You're huddled together in the cargo hold of a transport that's seen better days and smelled better ones, too. Everything important the pair of you owns is on your backs and when he finally looks at you, really looks at you where you're burrowed into his side, he sees that you're shivering.

"Hey." His arm moves around your shoulders unconsciously. Instinct. It's the first time he's properly touched you since Cody smuggled the pair of you in here. He's felt too tainted to even try.

"I'm okay," you whisper as your eyes dart up, heavy-lidded and bloodshot. "Just a little cold."

Tai swallows. This is all his fault. He doesn't even know what he's doing right now. You shouldn't be here. You should be back in bed, snuggled under the covers and snoring, and maybe, maybe if you're feeling gracious enough, merciful enough, you might let him curl his arms around you and find shelter in your warmth for the night. As if he fucking deserves that. He doesn't deserve bantha shit. He almost got you killed today.

"You have anything warm in your pack?" he asks, and the voice that comes out of him sounds like a stranger's.

You gesture to the knitted sweater you're currently wearing. "This is all I have." You sound surprisingly chipper, like you're not even bothered by your current predicament, like you're commenting on the weather or- "Hey. You okay?"

The horrible nauseous feeling falters for a moment as Tai realizes you're watching him. He clears his throat, sits up a little straighter, and musters up as much of a smile as he can. "Yeah. I'm alright, s-... I'm alright." He wanted to call you sweetheart, but the word tastes bitter in his mouth. He's tainted it, like he's done to everything else he touches.

"No, you're not."

You've always had this uncanny ability of seeing through him and catching onto the shattered pieces of him he leaves lying around, picking up his trail until it leads you back to him. It was stupid to think you wouldn't pick up on it this time.

"It's fine."

Your entire face drops into a frown. "Tai."

He spots Cody out of the corner of his eye and has to bite his tongue to keep from snapping at you. Not in front of the Commander. Maker, this is the worst he's felt in months, maybe even years. It's one thing to be harassed, he's been harassed by those damn TKs since the Empire came to power, it's nothing new, but it's another thing entirely to be harassed and embarrassed in front of you. Treated like the cannon fodder he's always been and for you to see it. And then for the Commander to have to smuggle him out of there, to realize that Tai's always been a coward in hiding, desperately clawing out a home for himself in the leftovers the galaxy has thrown at him. To see him holed up in a shitty apartment with a civvie. It goes against everything that the GAR trained them to be.

It's just another reminder that he's a failure.

When you press him again, he takes a moment, takes a deep breath before looking you head on. Properly. Finally. "Not now. Please."

There's something in your eyes he can't place. He's seen you scared before, confused, angry, disappointed, but this is different. It's simultaneously all of them and none at the same time. You seem to swallow your own thoughts before speaking again. "I'm here for you. You know that."

He nods. Of course he knows. He's never been more grateful for anything in his entire life.

"Don't shut me out." He bristles a bit when you reach for his hand and he can see how much it hurts you. It's carved into your face in an instant. "Please don't."

The transport shudders around you both and Tai looks to Cody. It's not a conscious thought, but it's burned into his very soul to defer to his commanding officer. Cody grunts as he pushes himself to stand, checking the chrono on his arm and pursing his lips as he thinks.

"Looks like we're arriving a bit early."

"Think it means anything, sir?" He tries not to think about the strange look you fix him with.

Cody huffs. He rests a hand on his blaster. "Guess we'll find out."

Tatooine is a fucking wasteland. You've never heard or known much about it, other than it being under the control of the Hutts and a breeding ground for spice runners and addicts. That and the slavery. But you hadn't been expecting sand.

There's so much of it. Everywhere you look, sand. Yellow and burning hot and rough on your skin. It's already blowing into your eyes within 10 paces of exiting the transport. The heat is even worse. You first caught a glimpse of two suns before Cody lead you out of the docking bay and your view of the sky was cut off. No wonder it's kriffing hot.

Now you're walking the streets, blending in amongst travelers and tradespeople and speeders. You've only ever seen pictures of banthas before. You never realized they were so humongous. And there are less humanoids here than you're used to on Daiyu. Droids, Jawas, and a dozen other species you can't even name are meandering in and out of cantinas, marketplaces, hopping in and out of speeders.

It's a lot. All of this is a lot. Just a few hours ago, you and Tai were out on a date. You were planning on a romantic night in after dinner, maybe even calling off work just to steal an extra few moments with him. Now you're a fugitive. Your face was plastered all over the city before you left. Yours and Tai's.

He's been off all night. Day now, technically. Not that you blame him, of course, because he did get harassed and assaulted by stormtroopers. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that he's upset about it and you wouldn't be surprised if it had triggered some of his trauma from the war. You want to help him, remind him that everything's gonna be okay (even though you're not entirely sure it will be), but he's distant. Shying away from your touch, avoiding your eyes, barely speaking a word to you unless necessary.

Does he blame you?

Your entire body goes cold, double suns be damned. Of course he does. If you hadn't punched that trooper, none of this would have happened.

"In here," Cody gruffs and it snaps you out of your head, "quick."

It's a house of some kind. You've never seen anything quite like it, not on your home planet and certainly not on Daiyu. The roof is domed and the walls are thick, made out of some kind of plaster maybe or brick, but the interior is cool. The house looks empty with hardly any signs of life beyond the barest of furnishings.

Cody's planted himself by the door, one hand on his blaster and the other braced on the wall. He's practically bursting with soldier energy, the kind you've only ever seen glimpses of in Tai. You're seeing a lot more of it now. You see it in the ridge of his shoulders, the light behind his eyes, not quite right, not quite him, the firm set of his jaw. You've never seen him so alert before. You've also never seen him hold a weapon, but the borrowed blaster Cody gave him lends him a certain aura that's hard to figure out.

"I don't think we were followed," Cody says a few minutes later and you finally feel like you can breathe. He untucks the flap of his poncho so that it covers his blaster again, then steps a little further into the house. "We'll stay here tonight, make for Mos Espa tomorrow morning."

Tai nods and moves to the dining table where he shucks off his pack and his coat. His movements are quick and precise. He falls into the role of a soldier easily. He doesn't look at you and he doesn't ask questions.

But you have a lot of questions. You have so many questions that your brain hurts.

"What's in Mos Espa?"

Cody looks at you from under his lashes. He looks so much like Tai that it's uncanny, he even moves with that same soldier gait, but he doesn't look at you like Tai does. You look at him and you see a stranger. "Another spaceport. It's too dangerous to leave from this one, they'll be looking for us there."

"Wait." Your head starts spinning. "We're leaving again?"

He shakes his head. "Not quite. Tatooine's remote, off the grid, the Empire isn't too focused on this place, but on the off chance that they followed us here, it's best to keep moving so they can't find us." His focus shifts to Tai then. They start talking logistics, strategies, transportation and timing, but it's all white noise to you.

You flitter in and out of total awareness as your body begins to move on autopilot. You're sweating, so you take off your sweater. Best to fold it so it doesn't get wrinkled. You're thirsty, so you meander in the direction of the kitchen, start poking around for glasses and a faucet. While you're in here, you might as well see what food there is. You're not hungry at the moment and you're not even sure if you can stomach food right now, but you and the two soldiers in the other room will need something soon to keep up your strength.

Right, the two soldiers. The two strangers you're holed up with. The man you love and the man who wears his face, shares his body and voice. You've always known that Tai's a clone, after all he wears clone armor, he's a clone wars veteran, but it never really occurred to you just what being a clone meant. Now you're faced with the reality of it.

Tai's still Tai, but Cody looks so much like him. If you close your eyes, their voices blend together until you can't tell them apart. They're the same height, tall and broad and a little thick in the middle, but you've always liked that about your weary old veteran. The same dusting of black and gray hair on their arms, probably the same on Cody's chest as it is on Tai's. Cody keeps his face clean shaven, though, doesn't even let a hint of stubble grow in. His hair is longer and is nicely groomed, but you can see some tighter coils poking through the gel. Kind of like Tai's hair before he cut it.

The biggest difference is, ironically enough, their faces. Cody has a massive scar on one side of his face. You wonder how he got it. The only facial scars Tai has are the one on his chin - from a blast during his first battle - and another on his neck where he nicked himself shaving. But they both have the same heaviness in their eyes. You recognize it from late nights soothing trauma-induced nightmares.

"Hey."

You aren't sure which of them is speaking to you at first. You're not sure you like it. But you hum in response and turn to acknowledge him.

"You alright?"

A scruffy goatee and weary eyes. You know this clone. You think you do, you hope you do.

It takes you a minute to respond. Your mind feels far away. "Mm. Yeah, I'm okay."

Tai lifts a brow and it's the most familiar thing you've seen him do in forever. "You look tired, my love."

Something warm curls around your heart, gentle and strong enough to encourage a prickling along your waterline. You didn't realize until now just how much you missed him, how much you missed the two of you. You look up into those big brown eyes, a shade lighter than kaf and a shade darker than the earthen floor of this little house, and you immediately have to look away when yours start watering.

"I am," you mumble.

"Go get some sleep. You've had a long day."

What about you? you want to ask. Won't you come to bed with me? But you know deep in your gut that he won't go with you. He's punishing himself. He's an idiot to think you can't see through him, but you won't push him on it, not in front of Cody, not right now. You're honestly too mentally exhausted to even try.

You still cry when you tuck yourself into the tiny cot at the back of the house. There's a couple doors between you and the men, and you're quiet, so they won't hear you. All you know for sure is that you're more lost than you've ever been and you're terrified you're losing him, too.

"There's not too many of us left now."

Tai runs his palm across his face. "I thought I might be the last one." It hurts to say it out loud, to finally vocalize this fear that's been eating away at him for Maker knows how long.

The Commander makes a face akin to a smile, but there's no humor behind it. "Not yet, you're not. The Empire couldn't get rid of all of us."

No, but they certainly tried. It's an unspoken understanding that hangs in the air for a while. Tai suddenly wishes he had a glass of spotchka. He wishes a lot of things.

"So." Cody shifts forward in his seat so his elbows are resting on his knees, chin in against his hands. "How'd you meet her?"

Dammit. This is the kind of questioning he was really hoping to avoid. There's nothing for Cody to find but shame and disappointment. He could try to lie, of course, and he considers it for a moment, but he's always been shit at lying. A lot of the boys in the 501st were shit liars. Now he's the last of them and he fucking wishes he wasn't.

"It's a long story," he tries.

"We have all night." Cody smiles a bit more genuinely this time, but it drifts soon after when he senses his brother's discomfort. "You don't have to tell me, vod. But she's... she's nice."

You are. And he hangs his head in shame because look at what he's done to you.

"She's the best thing that's ever happened to me." It comes out unbidden, but he doesn't regret saying it. "Took me in when I had nothing." For a moment, he's back on Daiyu, gazing up at you, awed, confused, mortified because you took pity on him, saw him through all the filth and neon-lit spice fog. "I sure paid her back for it, didn't I?" he scoffs.

The wind howls outside, tossing sand against the walls of this new little hovel on another backwater planet, and Cody watches him for a moment in the dimly lit dining room.

"What happened out there, vod?"

Fuck, what didn't happen?

Tai's entire throat constricts when he finally finds the words. "I failed. I failed her, Commander, just like I failed our vode, like I failed Rex." He squeezes his eyes shut against the tears that are suddenly threatening to wash him away. He can't quite breathe. His fist smacks hard into his thigh as he twists his face away. "And now I've put her in danger. We were supposed to protect civilians, we were supposed to protect the Republic, and I can't do either."

Good soldiers follow orders. He jolts out of his chair, shaking. When will it stop, that voice in his head? When will it stop haunting him? Master Skywalker. No. There are too many of them. When will he be free of the nightmares? What are we going to do? And the padawan still falls at Skywalker's hands, and Tai is still covered in blood, and he's still a failure.

He starts when Cody rests a hand on his shoulder. He wants to fight it, he wants to hit something, he wants to scream and cry and beg for death because he knows he deserves nothing less. He betrayed the Jedi and to this day he still doesn't know why. He put you in danger, almost let those TKs get their hands on you, almost let you get shot, and still you gave up everything for him.

Cody holds him and Tai cries, and nothing is right anymore.

"We all have to live with the choices we made, the things we did during the war, and after it. But we were good men. We still are."

A question starts to burn in the back of his esophagus, bitter and painful as bile. "Did you kill them, too?"

The silence he's met with solidifies a lot of things for him - he's not alone in his shame or his grief, if the great Commander Cody fell to the nightmares and the whispers, then perhaps there was never any hope for a trooper like him, he has to let you go. That one stings the most because he's only just found you. He's never known love like this in all his life, never fathomed a kindness like yours before. You gave him hope when there was nothing left to hope for. He knows it's the right thing to do, though. You'll never be safe with him around.

Killer. Murderer.

There's something inside him that isn't quite right. It came out last night when the TKs rounded on you, cornered you, promised to show you a 'good time'. He saw red, felt his blood boil, felt the entire universe melt away until it was just his fist and the back of that trooper's head and he was going to smash it in for even daring to look your way, to try and scare you into submission. It was there that night you saw his nightmares for the first time, when he swore you were drenched in Jedi blood and he wanted to crush your head in his hands just to prove how utterly unlovable he was.

"Can you get her somewhere safe?"

Cody blinks at him. A sliver of eternity passes before he seems to understand. "Vod..."

"I can't stay with her." Memories start flashing across his mind's eye, unbidden and beautiful - the first time he called you sweetheart, he thinks it was the night he told you about his job, the night out at that bar and the kiss it wrought the next day, the first time he told you he loved you, the first time he touched you, the mug you bought him for late night teas and early morning kafs. "She deserves better, better than an old man like me can give her."

"Does she know that?"

Tai actually laughs. "She'd slap me for saying it. But it's true. I'll only get her killed in the end."

"Maybe," Cody muses. "Maybe you're not thinking clearly." He doesn't seem bothered by the flashing in his brother's eyes when they round on him. "Not all of us were as lucky as you, vod. Not all of us found someone willing to walk through the fire with us."

The wind howls again in the moments between Cody's wisdom and Tai's panic.

"For our brothers who lost the fight, the brothers that never found what you did." A hand rests over Tai's heart. "Don't push her away."

It's funny, really, how the littlest, simplest thing can change one's mind, how a single object can be the difference between one destiny and another.

He shucks your pack and his over his shoulders and shuffles as quietly as he can into the back room. You're snoring and sleeping pretty heavily by the sound of it, so you hopefully wont be disturbed when he slides in beside you.

He's still undecided about you, although Cody's advice is rattling around in his brain. He'll have to decide before you wake up. But then your pack tips over as he's taking off his boots and something goes clank inside. He frowns, leans down to pick it up, and just misses catching the metallic object half-wrapped in one of your blouses before it smacks on the floor.

Your breathing hitches, Tai swears his heart almost stops, and then you settle back into a steady rhythm. He unwraps the blouse. And there's his mug, the one you saw in a street vendor's shop. It's plain metal, all shiny and silver, but it's shaped vaguely like a lothcat. The handle has a pattern etched into it reminiscent of the ones many tookas sport on their tails.

"It reminded me of you," you'd explained. "Because a lothcat always seemed to have my tongue when we first started talking." Then you'd pecked him on the cheek and bowed your head all flustered and shy.

He's a fool. A damn fool. And he's still got one boot on when he twists and throws his arm over you, drags you into him so he can bury his face in your neck. You wake up fully this time and start squirming under him.

"Wha...? Mnh, Tai?" Your voice is drowsy and rough.

"I love you," he grunts against your skin. He's absolutely crying now. "I love you, sweetheart." He can't keep his hands off you, can't stop kissing every inch of you that he can reach. He has to commit you to memory so that the next time he gets an idiotic idea in his head, he can conjure up this moment and smack the stupid out of himself. "My sweet, wonderful, beautiful girl." Each word is punctuated with a wet kiss.

You have no clue what's going on and you're probably more asleep than awake, but he doesn't care. He'll shower you in love again the moment you wake up. He's never letting you out of his sight again, never letting himself doubt you, never getting stuck inside his own head ever again.

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#clone trooper x reader #clone trooper veteran x reader #clone trooper tai x reader #clone veteran x reader #keobi clone trooper #clone veteran #clone trooper tai #star wars #i struggled a bit with cody's characterization bc i don't write for him so i hope he came out in character #anyways uhhhhh i think i wrote this in like 4 hours? i just. could not stop thinking about them and this chapter #i know i said there would only be a few more chapters but honestly i don't know if i can say goodbye to them in like 3 chapters #this might end up being a legit full-on series #i have more plans for them so stay tuned!!

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sstardustt3 · 11 days

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May I request BEN Drowned and Kagekao’s being bestie’s? Since both like to mess with people a lot. It’s surprisingly that people in Creepypasta fandom didn’t make them interact… I would like to see them meet. Kagekao is underrated by the way. :D

i literally don't know why I've never thought of doing this so thx u so much anon for requesting this :3

side note: sorry for doing this late I went on a trip of spring break and I didn't bring my computer so I couldn't do it until i got home

Tags: mentions of other creeps and hatsune miku and gumi (for…some reason) || reditor ass troll behavior || discord users || ben and kagekao are little shits and bullies ||

I’m just gonna say this: you know those discord fight night servers ? They’re both frequent participates and they win everytime.

Despite ben being a literal virus and having access to multiple different languages he sucks at japanese and whenever he talks to kage it’s like he’s speaking through google translate

Kage knows this and constantly corrects him and makes fun of him for it and it pisses ben off so much

What pissed him off even more was when he found out kage can speak and understand english perfectly fine (it was quiet literally like that one sound)

ben: “Y’know don’t think we ever got over that language barrier”

kagekao: “It’s not your fault.”

ben: “W-what the fuck you speak english?”

kagekao:“Of course i do.”

Safe to say ben almost choked him out

He also actually tried to tell the other creeps about that and no one believed him

because kage REFUSES to speak english around everyone else

ben: “That shit stain speaks english im telling you.”

(insert creep i couldn't think of one): “No he doesn’t ben, your delusional.”

Kagekao: “Yeah ben, you’re being delusion.”

Ben: “SEE WHAT I MEAN.”

creep: “What are you talking about?”

kagekao: “そう、ベンのことを何言ってるの？”

ben: “I’m gonna get you one day I swear to god.”

One time they binged home alone and they just so happened to be left alone the same day because all the creeps just so happened to be out of the building so they rigged the entire building just like kevin (i’m probably gonna make this into a fanfiction)

Toby and jeff were the main victims of the traps

Another prank they did was that they asked cody to make seditaives and they put them in everyones food and drinks

Twitter warriors. They will (spesfically ben) will go to the most insane lengths when it comes to defending their faves and just pissing people off

Kage helps him come up with the most VILE insults and ben already has the most damaging insults so them together could probably make someone cry or bully a kpop stan into retirement

They think it’s funny to tell people to off themselves

Average chronically online redditor users

Ben made the sonic.exe creepypasta game and kage helped with the text in the game

Ben is a hatsune miku stan and kage is a gumi stan

They have matching hello kitty pajamas

Kage is the only one who has seen the inside of ben’s room (unwillingly) and despite him having a whole ass room to himself they basically live togther

Kagekao has no sense of personal space when it comes to ben because he knows ben despises being physically close to people (even though he is basically holographic unless he touches people) and he gets as close as humanly possible to piss him off until he gets hot and has to reboot

Kage constantly reminds ben that he’s taller and physically stronger than him

Overall? They’re made for each other, if they could care for other people romantically (which I think they’re both too much of self-centered assholes to do so) they would probably be married, actually they probably are for tax benefits.

- requests and reposts are deeply appreciated -

#creepypasta #writing #creepypasta headcanon #headcanon #toby rogers #ticci toby #ben drowned hcs #ben drowned arg #ben drowned headcanons #kagekao #kagekao headcanons #kagekao creepypasta #ben drowned creepypasta #ben creepypasta #jeff the killer #slenderverse

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Protective Rage Obi Wan

Here is another story idea that is the culmination of several ideas that I need to get out of my brain soup.

It starts on the bridge of the Negotiator, in orbit over Coruscant. It is a full bridge, including Rex and Cody, Anakin, Obi Wan, and Ahsoka. In comes a very injured, filthy Quinlan Vos limping in (among other injuries is a compound leg fracture that is visibly gangrenous).

Vos presses a data chip into Obi Wan’s hand and tells him that it is coded just before he collapses. He is delirious and rambling about needing to protect ‘them’ so that ‘he’ doesn’t have to deal with Vos any longer, with some of the phrases he uses in regards to himself remind Cody of how Fox speaks (Everything was sparked by Fox having a shitty day, what with the abuse by the senate and the mind control by the Chancellor. He said some poorly phrased mean things to Vos, who took them a little bit too much to heart. Something to the effect of “Take your abnormal powers and go do something useful with them”) and how Vos thought ‘he’ had seen him beyond being a Jedi and he was tired of having his heart broken (Here Jedi are called Abnormal, child stealing freaks of nature so often that hearing any one part brings the rest).

Obi Wan is basically cradling his head and soothing him while Vos lay on the floor. He refused to let the medics anywhere near Vos, saying that Vos’s gifts (his psychometry) were such that he could only be treated by a Jedi healer (The medics are visibly and audibly unhappy about this but Obi Wan actually makes it an order). Obi Wan has them call the Jedi Temple to send Bant up for Quinlan, also asking her to bring the her decoder (Reeft had built one for each of his crechemates) as that was the only thing that could decode the data chip that Vos had given him (Obi Wan’s was in his quarters in the temple).

Bant and a Padawan Healer arrive, wearing slightly strange looking robes and gloves. The Padawan takes Obi Wan’s place sitting at Vos’s head, while Bant starts pulling out crystals and other things to diagnose everything that is wrong before they move him. Obi Wan takes the decoder and steps away to read the data chip. Bant turns to the Padawan and goes: “Pop quiz, why do we have special gear for Master Vos?” The Padawan responds after a moment of thought “His Psychometry is so strong and his injuries have wiped his shields , so without the specially made clothing we are wearing or shields as strong as Master Kenobi, he would feel anything and everything that got within about two feet of him. That would likely drive him into insanity and death.” (The Medics, who had been looking mutinous that they were not allowed to treat someone on the ship, started to look a little sheepish).

Though Obi Wan still appears to be entirely calm as he read the information that was on the data chip (The inhibitor chips and Order 66, maybe proof that Sidious was trying to turn Anakin, maybe something about how Sidious had fucked with Anakin’s mind, leading both sides of the war) but very abruptly both the Padawan and Ahsoka (Not Anakin, he is a bit oblivious empathically) faces turn to look at Obi Wan as he very politely and very calmly excuses himself.

Bant, still working on stabilizing Vos, says absently “Huh. Haven’t felt Obi get that angry in years.” Everyone in the room just looks at where Obi Wan had exited, because he does not seem angry. Bant continues with “Last time was when Anakin was about 11, his writing teacher didn’t like him and was deliberately sabotaging his work. Obi found out, left Anakin with Quinn and Aayla, then proceeded to track the teacher down and beat the shit out of him. He threw him through two windows, methodically breaking every bone in both his body, all the while calmly explaining why the teacher’s behavior was unacceptable. As soon as the teacher healed, he decided that teaching was no longer his calling. Last I heard he was somewhere in wild space, trying to stay as far away from Obi or Anakin as possible.”

Cody receives a message from one of the hanger crew saying that General Kenobi had left the ship, stating that he had some business to attend to. In the background is Anakin, looking shocked and going “That’s what happened to that teacher.”

Meanwhile, the Senate is in session. It is one of the rare sessions it is being broadcast live to the entire galaxy, so there are new crews recording when High General Obi Wan Kenobi enters and uses the Force to launch himself into The Supreme Chancellor’s pod. Obi Wan breaks the Chancellor’s jaw (thus preventing him from speaking and activating Order 66), and proceeds to very methodically beat the shit out of him. All the while ranting very calmly about why the Supreme Chancellor's actions were unacceptable. He spends quite a bit of time on “How dare you enslave the troopers” and “You are not laying a hand on Anakin again” and “Killing off my family is bad”.

Though he can’t speak, it becomes clear that he is the Sith they have been looking for. There is force lightning, which just seems to be absorbed by Obi Wan’s rage. A red lightsaber is pulled. Obi Wan catches that arm, breaks it and throws the lightsaber away. Eventually he kills Palpatine, either just beating him to death, or pulling his own lightsaber and decapitating him. Then he uses the force to pull Amedda to him.

He’s just holding Amedda above the rotunda and says to him, “Now that that is taken care of. I’m sure you are just as concerned with the Clones' lack of rights as I am, right?”

Amedda has never been more sure in his life that he is very concerned about Clone rights.

Obi Wan beams at the entire Senate and says, clear as a bell, “Oh good, I had hoped I would only have to kill one politician today.”

With Obi just standing there, holding a dangling Amedda, the Clone Rights bill is passed unanimously, full citizenship is granted along with guaranteed representation in the Senate. The senate is sure that they all get back pay, all the way back to their decatning date, since they have trained all of their lives. The Clones are given a small planet with its own terraformed moon in the mid rim. The Kaminoans decide that they will be handing all of their research off to the Clones without argument.

Obi Wan lands the pod, puts Amedda down, and waits patiently to be arrested. He is very aware that he just beat a man to death on galactic wide and live. He is more than willing to face the consequences (he has no idea what the consequences are). No one can quite figure out if what he had done was illegal or not, technically the Supreme Chancellor was a Sith and the leader of the Separtist so as both a high general and a Jedi, Obi Wan was allowed to kill him. However he did just beat a politician to death on live TV. The Coruscant Guard looks at each other going, “uhhh, he just beat a man to death…for us. We’re not arresting him.”

The GAR look at each other and go ‘soooo…clearly General Kenobi is the leader of the Vode.’ Commander Cody is really glad he is in his armor because he is having a highly inappropriate reaction (he is not the only one having a highly inappropriate reaction. Most of the galaxy may be having a bit of a crisis.)

The Separatists declare they are surrendering to High General Kenobi.

Deathwatch sees this fight and collectively goes “Kenobi is our Mandalore, right?” They capture Maul, who is also a bit conflicted (he hates Kenobi, but he might hate his former Master more and the violence was beautiful), which lets them capture him and deliver him to the Coruscant temple (They are the sixth crime syndicate to deliver their leaders to the temple, having decided to go straight.) They are very clear that the Darksaber is for Obi Wan Kenobi. Death watch decides that they need to prove themselves to their new Mandalore, for having not realized he was their leader earlier. They rewatch the fight, realize that their Mandalore has FEELINGS about slavery, also loves the clone army. So they set off into the galaxy to prove their loyalty by eliminating slavery, and possibly by offering assistance to any clone that they come across.

The New Mandalorians talk amongst themselves and are like “Look, I know we’re pacifists but…” and even Satine is going, “No, no that’s fair.” There is some more furtive discussion and they start going “Maybe we can have a little violence?” and Satine’s advisers start talking about how Satine and Obi Wan had a Thing once upon a time and wouldn’t it be nice if he was their Duke, maybe as a way to offer the Clones citizenship (I am feral over CodyWan but this could also be a lead in to Obitine or Cody/Satine/Obi Wan.)

Mace Windu and Yoda arrive at some point and Obi Wan asks about Vos. Fox is hovering right there, trying to pretend that he is not concerned (Vos had not come to bother them in weeks after Fox had screamed at him after a really shitty day. Fox does not want to admit that he missed the Kiffar). Obi Wan, with an eavesdropping Fox, is told that Vos’s leg had been broken and ignored for at least five days, that he was likely to lose it (He had to have dropped at least 100 levels to get a break like that). They also say that he is not healing (Fox’s words did some deep damage, triggered other issues, and left Vos feeling like he had nothing to wake up for.) like he should and he is comatose in the Halls of Healing. Fox manages to get permission to follow them to check on Vos, for “official” reasons (he says it’s because his men would be concerned and to keep them from cluttering up the Halls of Healing. It absolutely has nothing to do with the way his stomach dropped when he heard that Vos had been hurt).

On the ride back over to the Temple, Mace and Obi Wan talk about Vos’s ramblings at the beginning. From the way they talk it really isn’t clear if they are aware that Fox is the one that spoke so harshly to Vos or not but Fox recognizes his own words. Once they get to the Halls of Healing it becomes really obvious, really quickly that Fox being there is helping Vos heal.

At some point Obi Wan finds out that he is considered the unofficial, and if he wanted official, leader of the Mandalore sector. By this point he has already left the Order to lead the Vode (and get together with Cody for the CodyWan version). Anakin and Padme have also joined them on their shiny new planet and are happily pregnant.

#codywan #obitine #bamf obi wan #fanfiction prompt #star wars #star wars au

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10 Fandoms, 10 Characters, 10 Tags

Thanks for the tag @tsarinatorment 🥰

Im not going to try to really put them in any order but...

Uchiha Shisui (Naruto)

We all been knew 🥴 to me, Shisui is just the perfect kind of character to play protagonist with, with enough badassery and charm to come out on top but with the sweetness and the last scraps of his idealism to soften his edges. Kishi, however, threw him down the toilet at the nearest opportunity (which was just so 🤌bullshit🤌 I'm almost - almost- impressed) because he realised he Gone Fucked Up making this amazingly powerful character with no hint of him in prior work so 🤡 canon is dead, Shisui lives forever

Finn (Star Wars movies)

Anyone who's had the misfortune to follow me or has browsed my AO3 bookmarks knows I'm a wreck for Commander Cody and for Obi-Wan but I'm not choosing either of them? How??? Because Finn... FINN, he was literally raised to be canon fodder but he had this deep rooted fear that what they were doing was wrong and he didn't shoot and he took that fear and he knew he had to run. So often we wanna be brave in those moments but in actual fact we just panic, which is what Finn did... And yet he was so brave too? He saved Poe, he fought viciously for Ray, he joined the Rebellion, he met these people for minutes at a time but had already impressed them on his soul, on who he was going to be (and he'd only had a name as of that day???). Finn should've been the protagonist of that trilogy, the sequels were just...well, and I'll die on this hill that Finn's force sensitivity reaalllly should've meant something 😩 I love so many SWs characters but Finn is really the one that got me to actually attempt my own Fics too!

Obi (Akagami no Shirayukihime/Snow White with the Red Hair)

Do I Have a type? .... Next question.

Obi is just ✨🤌 ✨ badass with a mysterious background? ✅ Loyal but sassy? ✅ Pining for the 'lady' he is sworn to protect?✅ Is also her partner in life and crime? ✅ Low self worth but flirtatious? ✅ Gorgeous but dangerous? ✅ .... ✨💕

Yor (Spy x Family)

She is literally the best mother oh my God just kiss your husband though (and maybe get some space from your brother-)

Fíli (The Hobbit)

I JUST-

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 little golden lion prince, heir to his uncle, to a kingdom only told in stories of grandeur he's never seen and with all the hope and grief of his displaced and hurting people.... Mischievous but sensitive, funny (the hidden knives hehe), determined to do his family and people proud (cut down far too quickly, deserved better... Oh god I have a type-)

Boromir (The Lord of the Rings)

Why do I keep listing dead guys 😭 do I need to spell it out? Honor, desperation, valour, love of his people, he is high-key aroace rep, his resentment-to-love bromance with Aragorn that was ROBBED from us, I cannot tell if Merry and Pippin wanted to queerplatonic marry him or if they wanted him as their "getaway horse" for the rest of their lives but dammit 😭✨🤌

Evelyn Carnahan (The Mummy)

Do I need to even give reasons????? She's miles ahead of all those other scholar bitches, she's out there winning desert camel races, she's a reincarnated princess with daggers, she has the most gorgeous hair and eyeliner I swear to God, she is THE moment… For all time. She's a LIBRARIAN

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

*flips desk through solid concrete wall* HE'S THE PERFECT MAND'ALOR

PERFECT FATHER

COOLEST INTROVERT IN THE GALAXY

He is SOFT and SOFT-SPOKEN

He is STERN (except in face of baby's wet eyes) and LOYAL and he has an HONOR CODE DAMMIT STOP TAKING ADVANTAGE HIM

This doesn't count as a star wars pick, which I gave to Finn, because we are, as usual, swerving completely off canon (and this is a TV series, not the movies ha!) because you cannot convince me that Din, the wandering bamf who just wants to get credits for all the kids in his covert and provide for his home but cannot participate in the maiming of an 'alien' child so gets landed in so much shit, wouldn't be exactly what the Mandalorians need for a fucking Renaissance dammit 😤😤😤😤

Hawks (Boku no Hero Academia/ My Hero Academia)

*covers my face in shame* ffs it's so transparent lol

FINAL PICK - WILDCARD: Éowyn(The Lord of the Rings)

Ohhhhhhh and it's the Shieldmaiden of Rohan with the steel chair! The Witch King goes down, and he's not getting back up-! 3! 2! 1! And the crowd goes BALLISTIC!!!

I want to write a fic about her 😐 I want her to have a whole alter ego as one of the Rohirrim's best warriors 😳 I want her, seventeen and coltish, to down her first orc, standing in defense of another, and to know with absolute certainty that she wanted to protect everyone she could… 👁��👁️ yes I know I already did lotr but you're what??? Gonna stop HER???

Tagging @katlou303 @theraynealchemist @looks-like-starlight @zebrabaker @iamnotakitty @kazumirina @eruditeempress @ellorypurebloodculture @welpjesuisla @hidingfromthefeels and whoever else wants to have a go! 💕

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cody n noah :3

alright, another two in one deal!

Sexuality headcanon:

I lowkey love the idea of Cody being aro and having a bad case of comphet. I see it.

Noah's gay. I genuinely forget this isn't canon sometimes. Lol

Gender headcanon:

I could see either of them being trans in any direction tbh

A ship I have with said character:

Cody, idk I don't ship him with anyone.

NOWEN NOWEN NOWEN NOWEN NOWEN IS LOVE NOWEN IS LIFE

A BROTP I have with said character:

The Drama bros should have been more established as a group dynamic I honestly think it would be so fun just to see them hanging out. also Sierra and Cody should have been obnoxious besties instead of Sierra being a stalker methinks

Noah and Eva are the duo ever (thanks @canonically47 for getting me hooked on them)

A NOTP I have with said character:

Coderra's too obvious. But yeah. Coderra. Platonically and after Sierra's got therapy I could get behind it, but in-show.... nope.

And I feel kind of bad saying this, I love Emma RR, but I really cannot stand Nemma. I have tried to get behind it, I've watched the clips, I've listened to people who ship it, it just... really does nothing for me. Noah felt weirdly out of character, esp. when they start acting all lovey dovey and shit. (though that ooc-ness goes for pretty much every moment I've seen of him in RR, like why is he such a dick to Owen the whole time? I know he's not exactly a nice dude but here it legit feels like Noah doesn't even LIKE him.) Also Emma can do better. I haven't seen much of her but I can already tell she can do way better.

wow did not expect to go on that long lmao

Random headcanon:

Cody always pranks people on his birthday due to it being April 1st. all his birthday parties were just him and his friends getting together to pull the wildest pranks.

Noah opens packets of crisps upside down because it annoys people. this is totally not something I do that I'm projecting on him

General opinion:

Cody sure does exist. yep. he's there alright.

Noah's really funny. especially in TDWT. and yeah, if you somehow couldn't tell, I love the dynamic he has with Owen and they're one of my favourite TD ships.

#total drama #td cody #td noah #the chronicles of nowen #corn's opinions #ask game

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Impulsive Decisions

Summary: A trip to Midnight’s old stomping grounds leaves the Batch’s civilian in a funk. The Batch takes her to 79s to relax, leading to a few drunken confessions. Maybe things weren’t going as smoothly as they had told Cody.

Pairing: Hunter x reader, mentioned poly!Bad Batch x reader at the end

Characters: Reader (written in 3rd person, mc is not named but has an established nickname, no physical descriptions are given), The Bad Batch + Echo

Warnings: NSFW, smut, explicit language, P in V sex, mentions of crime, shitty politics, a bit of PTSD but nothing detailed, some slight medical stuff (reader gets an exam), hinted at sort of slavery (it’s like two sentences), mention of gang wars (again like two sentences), seedy Coruscant underworld, alcohol, reader gets drunk, a reg shit talks the Batch, some heavy feels, discussions of polyamory at the end.

A/N: This takes place before the first two parts, really focusing on how Midnight and The Bad Batch came together and worked out how their relationship was gonna work. This is also very long. It’s the longest part so far and I’m sorry but there was so much to fit into this one.

Also in case you’re wondering, I’ve been basing how the Bad Batch looks on Uzuri Art’s depictions of them. Check them out, they’re stunning.

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Midnight sits in the copilot’s seat, watching the ecumenopolis get closer and closer. She wasn’t happy about being back. Part of Cody’s spiel about the benefits of joining the GAR was that she would get off Coruscant, and her trips back would be seldom. It had been almost six standard months since she had seen it, since she had signed her life away to the GAR and flown out of the atmosphere with Commander Cody to some distant planet she’d never even heard of to meet her squad.

She didn’t regret it.

The cockpit is quiet, Tech’s intense concentration as he pilots a welcome solace. Hunter was shut in his bunk, utilizing the specialized helmet Tech had made. It dampened his senses, gently easing him into sounds and smells of the louder worlds they landed on. It prevented nasty migraines that bloomed when he was exposed to too much at once without warning. She could only imagine what Coruscant was like for him. It smelled and was loud even without heightened senses.

Echo was also in his bunk. He had looked about as happy as she felt to be returning to Coruscant. He hadn’t been back since his rescue. They were going to see a lot of what they called “regs” over the next couple days. They had a check in with the GAR, and then a couple errands to run. If they were lucky, they’d get some time off to relax before they’d get their next mission.

Midnight doesn’t expect to do much relaxing on this trip.

The first thing she does when she steps off the ship is look up. The sky is clear above them, bright and blue in the sunlight. It was the first thing she’d done when she made it to the upper levels with Cody. She’d looked up at the night sky, at two of the moons hanging over them in awe.

You don’t see the sky where I’m from.

The closest they got was the clouds that formed a few levels up from the trapped moisture, dumping dirty, sticky rain over the underworld when it got too hot in the sky levels. She’d been in awe when she experienced clean rain for the first time in her training. She’d been laughed at by her fellow trainees when she’d ducked under the nearest ship’s wing to avoid the rain. She had been shocked to find it didn’t leave her skin streaked and sticky.

“I’m heading to the civilian offices.” She tells the Batch when they join her on the landing platform. “I’ll meet you back here.”

“Comm us if you need us.” Hunter tells her. It’s the same thing he says anytime she goes off on her own. Not that she went off on her own much.

She salutes him jokingly, even though he told her that wasn’t necessary, making her way towards the building where the civilian offices were. She checks in, taking a seat in the hard plastic chair. Everything about the office was clinical, made for function, not comfort. Everything for the clones was made that way. Function over comfort. It made her sad.

She takes a seat on the exam table when she’s called back, the clone medic going through the usual questions. How was she doing, was she fitting in well with her squad. All the boring questions.

“You’re overdue for a physical exam.” The medic tells her.

Midnight shrugs. “We don’t get a lot of chances to stop at bases.” It was technically true. She could have gotten them done on Kamino, but she wasn’t fond of the Kaminoans and their obvious disapproval of her presence when the squad stopped there.

The medic conducts the physical exam, cataloging any injuries, testing her blood, making sure she’s healthy and hasn’t picked up any illnesses off any planets.

The last thing he does is hand her a cup. “Pregnancy test.”

“Excuse me?” Midnight blanches.

“It’s protocol.” The medic says. “All females employed by the GAR have to take one regularly.”

“Right.” Midnight’s jaw clenches, but she takes the cup, getting up. She heads into the fresher, muttering to herself. “I bet they don’t make the Jedi do this.”

It wasn’t like she didn’t understand. Being in close quarters with a bunch of men had to lead to things. They couldn’t expect a bunch of soldiers to run around a battle field and not want to fuck afterward. They had to let off steam somehow. She’d felt post-fight arousal a few times in her life. Hell, back when she was with the fighting ring she’d fucked her opponent after a fight a couple times.

No, she understood well the need for the pregnancy test. She lived in very close quarters with five very attractive clones. Kriff if she hadn’t thought about it more than once. Just what kinds of things Tech’s skilled fingers could do to her body. If all of Wrecker had been enhanced. Even just those thick fingers were enough to make shivers run down her spine.

But she would never put them in a position like that. If she really got desperate, she’d ask one of the “regs” when they got time off, or landed on Kamino. At the worst, she had her own fingers. But she had refrained even from that, the thought of Hunter overhearing her had her body warming, heat flushing straight through her from head to toe.

Hunter was her weak spot. It was ridiculous, cliche even. Things had been a bit rocky in the beginning as she’d worked to find her place among the five men that made up Clone Force 99. She was an outsider, not just in the fact she was a civilian. They were clones, she was not. They had their enhancements, though she was skilled in certain areas, there was nothing enhanced about her. And...she was a woman.

Hunter had been the first to be stiffly cordial towards her. She knew immediately he would be the one that was hardest for her to be around. Wrecker, the child in a giant’s body, had been the most welcoming. Tech had been distant, but given he spent most of his time hunched over some gadget or machine, spouting off facts and corrections of facts in conversations he wasn’t even a part of, that wasn’t surprising to her. Echo was...shy. Hunter had loosely explained his situation. She understood, and she didn’t press him any. Crosshair was...Crosshair. He took the biggest issue with her joining, and made sure to make it known he did not approve. He had toned down the snarky remarks a bit, but his disapproval was still felt every chance he got.

But Hunter. Stupid, ruggedly handsome Hunter. She’d seen them without their armor, dressed in nothing but the black bodysuit the plastoid attached to. How well it fit all of them. But Hunter with his broad shoulders and thin waist, his strong thighs. She still remembers when he’d put his hand on the back of her head, forcing her down seconds before a blaster bolt hit the wall behind her. How his touch had lingered after she’d shot down the droid. How she had longed to trace his skull tattoo, tangle her fingers in those thick curls that fell so effortlessly around his bandanna.

Kriffing Hunter.

The results of the test come back negative, as expected. She had an implant anyway. All GAR soldiers had them, clones and civilians. The medic lets her go, telling her they’d upload her results to the system and her team’s medic could access them. Clone Force 99 didn’t have an official medic. Tech usually filled that role due to his extensive knowledge of, well, everything. The Batch didn’t really need a full time medic. Despite their dangerous mission, they never really got injured often. In fact, the last major injury they’d had was when Wrecker was caught too close to an explosion.

She was usually the only one getting patched up after missions. Cuts, scrapes, bruises. Tech had explained it was because of her lack of plastoid armor. Her GAR issued civilian armor wasn’t meant for close combat like she was seeing. She needed something thicker, something that could take a few hits. Tech had already started making adjustments, fixing the weak spots, trying to make her something she could still move in but that would offer better protection.

She couldn’t wear the clone armor. She had two immediate concerns when it came to the fit. Plus, it was kriffing heavy. She’d held Hunter’s helmet once and she had no clue how they even moved in it at all, much less so effortlessly.

She shakes the impure thoughts from her head as she makes her way back to the Marauder. They’re already waiting for her, gathered around a speeder.

“Everything alright?” Hunter asks as she finally joins them.

“Yeah, had to do a physical.” She explains.

“I saw your results.” Tech says, fiddling with something on his vambrace.

“‘Course you did.” She says. “So, where to next?”

“We’re going down a few levels to pick up some intel for our next mission.” Hunter says.

“How many levels?” She asks hesitantly, already wondering if she can ask to stay on the Marauder, or even back in the offices.

“Back to your old stomping grounds.” Crosshair says as he climbs into the speeder.

Midnight swallows thickly, fighting back the array of emotions running through her. “We need to make a stop first.”

Hunter looks at her incredulously.

“Please?” She adds, not wanting to have to explain it all in that moment.

Hunter relents, stopping at a store for her. She climbs back into the speeder carrying three bags of candy.

“What is that for?” Tech asks curiously.

“You’ll see.” She says, shoving two of the bags into her pack, slipping the third into a side pocket as they take off again, dropping down lower and lower into the city.

She had hoped Crosshair had been joking when he’d said they were going back to where she grew up. Of course he had been serious. She hadn’t been this deep in the Coruscant underworld since the night she met Cody. She had forgotten just how dark it was, how bad it smelled. She felt for Hunter. She really did. She hadn’t missed the sticky streets, the seedy businesses, the cautious eyes watching them.

“This is where you grew up?” Echo asks as they make their way through the street.

She nods. “Well, not this area, but these levels.”

“No wonder you’re so tough.” Wrecker says.

Midnight shrugs. “When it’s all you know.”

They make it further than she thought without incident, most of the characters wanting to avoid a group of men in armor. She’s surprised none of them were stupid enough to try and rob them, but naturally walking around armed was a good deterrent.

She’d been distracted in her own thoughts when they suddenly found themselves blocked off.

“Beat it, kids.” She hears Hunter growl and she immediately jumps into action.

She moves past Hunter, putting a hand on his arm. “I’ve got this.” She steps forward to the line of kids, reaching back to pull the bag of candy from her pack. She holds it up, raising her eyebrows.

The kid who was obviously the leader stares at the candy longingly before nodding, holding his hands out. She drops the bag into his waiting hands, the kids parting for them to pass. She looks back at the Batch, nodding for them to continue.

“So that’s what the candy was for.” Tech says.

She shrugs. “They’ll usually take anything, but candy’s the most successful bargaining chip.”

“You know a lot about life down here.” Tech presses, his curious tone taking over his voice.

“Yeah.” She shrugs. “Not too long ago that was me. Some days what you can bully off of strangers is the only thing you get to eat.”

“That’s horrible.” Echo says.

“That’s reality. Senators sit up there making decisions about a war a galaxy away and ignore the trillions of people under them who can’t even afford to eat everyday.” She swallows the emotions down. “I got lucky, getting out.”

None of them say anything, something she’s glad for. She had told them a bit of her past, of her life down here. But there was a lot they didn’t know. A lot they couldn’t understand. She’s not sure she could ever tell them everything, that she would ever want to.

They make it to their destination quickly, Midnight reading the name of the bar. It looked like most underworld bars, bright letters almost blinding in the dim light outside.

“We’ll do this fast.” Hunter says. “Go in, get the info, then we’ll leave.”

“Echo and I will stay out here.” Midnight says, turning to face the leader. He gives her a look, but she speaks before he can argue. “You want this to go fast? Echo and I stay.”

Hunter’s jaw clenches but he relents, nodding once. “Fine. Let’s go.”

Midnight moves away from the door, taking a seat on the bench out front. Echo remains standing, eyes scanning the street.

“Why are we out here?” Echo asks her.

“Just on the off chance they’d try to bargain for the information.” She digs out a couple pieces of candy from her pack. “They’d try to exchange us for the info.” She offers him a piece.

He takes it, unwrapping it. “They’d really do that?”

“A woman and a cyborg are worth a lot down here.”

“Isn’t it a bit dangerous for us to be out here alone, then?” He says, sweeping the street again.

“No.” She shrugs. “They know they can’t get to us without a fight. And a firefight will attract other gangs. It’s a domino effect until there’s a full on gang war in the streets. They don’t want that, so they’ll leave us alone.”

“You really do know a lot about what goes on down here.” He says, moving slightly closer to her.

She shrugs again. “I’m observant. It’s how I survived. How I met Cody.”

They lapse into silence, waiting for the rest of the team to appear. They watch the passersby, none of them giving the two a passing glance. Midnight watches as a couple kids creep out of an alley, a girl and two boys. They’re heckling her, the girl getting loud as she tries to fight back. Midnight swallows the lump in her throat as the girl kicks one of the boys, distracting them long enough for her to run. The boys quickly follow, chasing her down another alley.

Thankfully the others leave the bar before she can think too much, talk herself into following. She was a soldier now. She had bigger things to focus on than what went on in the Coruscant underworld.

“Let’s get out of here.” Hunter says, motioning for them to follow.

She’s glad to leave, their exit quick and without any incident.

She’s quiet as they head back towards the GAR and the Marauder. It had been harder than she’d thought to be back. To be constantly reminded of the life she left behind. The life she’d been saved from. Sure, her life was hard now, but at least she knew she was safe. Even when she was fighting on the front lines, being shot at by droids that knew nothing but that she was a target to be eliminated, she was safe.

“You okay?” Hunter asks as she climbs out of the speeder when it stops next to the Marauder.

There’s so much sincerity in his gaze she’s almost tempted to answer honestly. “Yeah.” She says. “It’s just hard being back.”

He nods slowly. “We’ve got some time to kill, so we were gonna go grab a drink.”

“You’re going to a bar?” She asks in disbelief. She knew about the clone bar, Cody had mentioned it when they met. But she didn’t expect them to be interested in going there. It had to be full of “regs” on leave.

He shrugs. “Yeah. Figured we’d destress a little. We don’t get the chance often.”

She nods. “Right.” She glances down at her suit. “Can I change?”

He nods. “Sure. We’ll be waiting.”

She climbs up the ramp to the Marauder, heading into her bunk. She digs her only dress out of her makeshift dresser. She hadn’t worn it since the last time she was on Coruscant. She’d brought it for occasions like this, when they got rare time off. It was short, revealing a decent amount of cleavage and a lot of leg. It wasn’t like she was actively trying to get laid. But if someone offered, she’s not sure she’ll be able to say no.

Their jaws drop when she slowly descends the ramp. She had been nervous, anxious about how they’d react. They’re all staring at her, watching her as she approaches them. They all look flustered, Wrecker’s mouth open, Tech’s mouth opening and closing, for the first time totally speechless. Echo is wide eyed, even Crosshair is clenching his teeth around his toothpick harder than usual. Hunter is...hard to read. His eyes are dark, a serious look on his face as his eyes roam her form. Her suit was tight fitting, hiding little of her form to them, but she had never shown so much skin in front of them.

“You look...good.” Hunter finally says, the other four nodding in agreement. “Really good.”

Her face warms at his words. “Thanks.”

They’re all still in their armor, sans weapons and gear and helmets. She kind of wishes she’d get a chance to see them in something else, but maybe she’d get a chance yet.

They surround her as they make their way to 79s. It was a habit for them more than anything. Hunter in the lead, Crosshair and Tech beside her, Echo and Wrecker at the back. Thankfully it’s still early enough there’s not many in the bar yet, giving them a chance to pick a good seat. Somewhere they’d draw little attention.

They wind up in a booth in the back, in a secluded corner. They all get beer, the cheap free beer the bar gave out to clones. Clones didn’t get paid. It was something she was quick to realize. They weren’t so much soldiers as unwilling volunteers created for nothing more than fighting in a war. It made her heart hurt a bit, thinking their only purpose was to be expendable.

She at least got paid. It wasn’t anything to brag about, but she’d earned more in six months than she’d ever seen before. She hadn’t spent a lot of it. She didn’t have time or need to. She had no travel expenses, she was provided meals, clothing, anything she needed, really. Even Cody had told her to ask him if she needed anything specific. He could see about pulling strings for her.

In the short time she’d been employed by the GAR, she’d amassed what was, to her, a small fortune. All while the clones in the booth with her lived with the bare minimum, putting their lives on the line for what? A pat on the back? Getting to live to see the next day?

“Don’t look so miserable.” Crosshair snaps from across the table.

She looks up, finding the whole squad looking at her. “I’m not miserable.” She quickly chugs the rest of her beer. “Just lost in thought.”

“Must be heavy thoughts.” Tech says.

“Yeah. That means I’m not drunk enough yet.” She pushes Tech, wanting to get up. “I’m gonna get us something stronger.”

She makes her way down to the bar, the club starting to pick up a bit. She leans against the bar, pressing her chest out a bit as she asks for a bottle of the strongest stuff she dare drink. A presence appears at her side, making her turn her head.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?”

She turns to fully face the clone, looking him over. He’s handsome. Then again, they all were. Maker bless Jango Fett for being hot, she thinks. “Is that your go to line?” She asks, giving him a small smirk.

“Only for the ones I like. Can I buy you a drink?”

The bartender sets her bottle and the shot glasses on the bar in front of her. She grabs them, turning back to the clone. “I’ve got plenty, thanks. But I’ll keep that offer in mind if I get lonely.”

She turns, heading back towards the booth where her squad sat, making sure to sway her hips just a bit more than usual. Oh yeah. She wanted to get laid tonight. She sets the bottle and the glasses on the table, earning the attention of her squad again. She slides into the booth when Tech moves, pouring them all a shot.

Echo sniffs it cautiously. “This is strong stuff.”

“Yup.” She says, throwing the shot back. “That’s the point.” She pours another, drinking that one immediately as well.

“You’re in a mood.” Crosshair says, taking his shot.

She shrugs. “It’s this place. Coruscant.” She pours another shot. “I got lucky, getting out. But how many others don’t have that chance?”

“Well, considering there’s estimated to be close to 3 trillion people on Coruscant, most of which live in the underworld in poor conditions, the likelihood is very small. Even with the war, the chances of them getting the opportunity you had is next to none. It’s more likely some of them join crime syndicates or become pirates in order to get off the planet. But even then it’s very unlikely they leave for long.” Tech rattles off, despite the daggers being glared into him from across the table. The chances of him getting punched in the next few seconds were high, Hunter knows. But it’s impossible to tell what Midnight was going to do.

She grabs the bottle, pouring him another shot. “Here, Tech.” She slides the glass closer to him. “You also need to be more drunk.”

“Let’s toast.” Hunter says as Midnight refills their glasses. “To luck.”

“To luck!” They all cheer before downing another shot.

Midnight easily drinks half the bottle herself. She was starting to feel it, the warmth blooming under her skin. She laughed at everything they said, every excited outburst from Wrecker was the funniest thing she’d ever heard. Even Crosshair couldn’t get under her skin anymore. Tech was second drunkest, as every time he prattled off some fact or statistic, Midnight poured him a shot.

She wasn’t drunk enough to miss the glances Hunter passed her way. Every time she laughed, or reached for the bottle, or said something, his eyes would glance over her. He was hard to read in the low light, his brows always furrowed in concentration. Always watching, always analyzing.

She wonders if alcohol affects him more because of his heightened senses. She wonders if it makes them worse, or dulls them. She wonders what the bar is like for him. The sights, the sounds, the smells. Cheap beer, body odor, arousal. Does food taste stronger to him? What would she taste like to him?

Kriff, she was starting to get horny.

Maybe she should find that trooper from earlier, get him to take her home. Get some relief for the night. She’d have to face the walk of shame tomorrow, deal with the looks from her squad. It was an unspoken rule though, right? You didn’t fuck your squad mates.

Even though she wanted to.

She’d take any of them. Even Crosshair. Hell, she’d take all of them.

“You alright, mesh’la?” Hunter’s voice pulls her from her daydreams.

She loved it when he spoke Mando’a to her. She loved it when they all did it. Tech had given her a long talk about Mandalorian culture, their ties to it, even teaching her a few common words. Mesh’la was not one she knew, though. There were a couple they used that she didn’t know. She blinks at him, realizing she’d been leaning against the table staring. “Yeah.” She drags the word out, giving him a dopey smile. “Just admiring the view.”

Oh yeah. She’s drunk. She’s getting into dangerous territory, but the alcohol was raging inside her now. Maybe she should have taken it slow. She should get up, dismiss herself from the booth now, find a trooper and leave. Let the alcohol ride itself out with a stranger she’d likely never see again.

Not a squad of clones she had to face everyday for the foreseeable future.

“The view?” Hunter asks, raising his brows as he stares at her.

“Yeah.” She lets her eyes scan all of them. “Kriff, you’re all so pretty. Why are you all so pretty?”

Tech shrugs. “We’re clones, cyar’ika. We all look the same.”

“But you don’t!” She exclaims, tucking her legs under her so she’s kneeling on the seat. She leans on the table, giving the three clones in front of her quite a view. “I mean, you do, but you’re all so different. So unique. I just really wanna fuck you all.”

She’s not drunk enough to forget what she just said. It hadn’t been what she wanted to say. She was going to say she loved them all, let them figure out what she meant as she excused herself to go find a “reg” to fuck for the night. But her tipsy brain had meshed her thoughts together, confessing something she swore she’d never say. It wasn’t even a slip of her drunken togue. It was a pure confession.

They’re all gawking at her. All five of them. Maker, she wishes they’d say something. Get mad at her, yell at her, tell her they were going to have her reassigned tomorrow, to pack her things and leave because it was over for her. Crawl back to the underworld cause she had kriffed everything up. But they all seem to be as shocked as she is.

She opens and closes her mouth a couple times, barely managing to squeak out a “fresher” before she’s crawling over Tech and all but running to the refreshers.

She could cry. She could puke. She should just hide in the refresher until morning, until the staff kicked her out. Then maybe she could avoid them. She could slip out the back, head back to the ship and pack her stuff. Would she get in trouble for running away from the army? She did sign a contract. She could wait until morning when the offices open, go in and ask for reassignment. Somewhere she’d never have to see the Batch again.

How was she going to face them after this? Maybe they were drunk enough they’d forget by morning. Maybe they’d write it off as her being drunk. Just the drunken ramblings of a nat-born.

She’s screwed. Absolutely screwed.

She washes her hands in the sink of the fresher, taking a deep breath. She could go to the bar, get something strong, find a trooper and slip out without them noticing. She’d face them tomorrow, play it off like she didn’t remember. If she were lucky, she’d get something strong enough she would forget this whole trip.

She slips back towards the bar. The club is busy now, filled with clones on leave. She slips into an empty space at the bar, trying to blend in.

“Get me the strongest thing you have.” She tells the bartender.

“You’re sure?” He asks, giving her an incredulous look.

“Make it a double.” She says, tossing extra credits on the bar.

He shrugs, taking the credits before grabbing a bottle, pouring her a shot of glowing green liquid.

“Hey, sweetheart. You here alone?”

She turns to face the trooper, looking up at the smirking face. It wasn’t the trooper from before. Or, it could be, but she was beyond telling them apart right now. She grabs her drink, downing it in a smooth motion. It burns, almost like acid going down, but she welcomes it. Anything to distract her from the mortification still burning through her. This trooper is cocky. Full of himself. Not usually her type, but she was desperate.

“She’s taken.”

The voice comes from behind her before she can answer. She feels the warm body press up against her back, a familiar smell washing over her, over the many smells in the bar. A hand falls to her waist, holding her hip possessively. The clone straightens up, looking at the figure behind her.

“Man, she looked desperate, but didn’t think she’d go for someone like you.” It’s meant as an insult towards both of them.

“Hey, you watch your fucking mouth.” She hisses before Hunter can respond. “He’s twice the soldier you’ll ever be, sleemo. You only pick up desperate girls cause that’s all that’ll go for you.”

She really was starting to get drunk now. She was getting angry. She was ready to fight.

“Trust me, vod.” Hunter says. “She’s far from desperate.”

“I’m not your vod.” The clone spits out, but decides they must not be worth it as he walks away.

Midnight goes to turn, but Hunter’s hand on her hip urges her forward. “Come on. We’re going back to the ship.” He says.

Kriff. This was it. She was going to get kicked out of the squad, told to pack her stuff and get out. Her future with the Batch was done. It was all over.

“Hunter.” She whines, the cool night air washing over her, making her shiver.

Hunter’s hand on her waist tightens, but he doesn’t say anything. His pace is quick, urgent as he leads her off towards the GAR, towards the Marauder.

“Hunter, I’m sorry.” Maybe she could plead for forgiveness. Maybe they could put this all behind them, laugh it off as a joke.

He shuts the ramp behind them once they’re inside. Her back meets the cool metal wall of the ship, Hunter’s body pressing hard into her. He’s...kissing her. His plush lips taste like alcohol, his tongue slipping into her mouth as she gasps in surprise. This...hadn’t been what she expected.

“Hunter.” She murmurs against his lips, but she doesn’t stop kissing him.

“Do you know...how hard it’s been.” He growls between kisses. “I’ve been smelling you for the last hour.” His hand slides down her waist, gripping a bare thigh. “How turned on you are.”

She whines against his lips. Of course he could smell that. How he had smelled that in a bar full of horny people and alcohol was beyond her. Unless he had been paying attention to her. Close attention.

His hand slides up her thigh, dipping under her dress. His fingers hit the curve of her ass, sliding up until he’s cupping it. He groans, burying his face in her neck. “Are you not wearing underwear?”

“No.” She breathes, arms wrapped around his broad shoulders. “Can see the lines in this dress.”

He groans, his lips brushing her skin. “Tell me. Tell me what you said was true.” He squeezes her ass. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

She moans when his teeth sink into her skin, bruising her neck. She was far too drunk to think of the consequences, what effect this could have on them, on the squad. “Yes.” She confesses. “Hunter, please fuck me.”

He growls against her throat, his other hand wrapping around her thigh before he lifts her. She hangs on as he carries her to her makeshift room, dropping her on her cot. He begins the process of removing his armor, letting the pieces drop to the floor. She sits up, working on the bottom half as he strips himself from the top half. She saves the codpiece for last, slipping her fingers around the edges as she stares up into his dark eyes. He’s breathing heavy, thick chest rising and falling as he watches her. She bites her lip, peeling it away from his blacks before letting it fall to the floor.

He’s hard. The bulge in his blacks is big, straining against the fabric. She licks her lips, eyelevel with it at this angle. She reaches for it, but he grabs her hand, pushing her back onto the cot. She stares up at him as he kneels over her, his gloves hitting the floor next. His gaze is dark as he looks down at her, his hand running along her body, starting at her chest.

“You look so kriffing hot in that dress.” He says, his gaze hungry. “I’ve been hard since you walked down the ramp earlier.” His hands slip under her dress, teasing their way up her thighs. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for weeks.” He confesses. “Since our first mission. How hot you looked, taking out droid after droid. Kriff I had to jerk off in my bunk, I was so worked up.”

He pulls her dress over her head, leaving her bare before him. He pauses, taking her in, letting his eyes and his fingers trail over her. Her own hands lift to his chest, hands closing around his blacks, tugging.

“Take them off.” She says, tugging the top free from the bottoms.

He does as she says, stripping off his blacks. He’s beautiful, sculpted like a piece of art. She lets her hands trail over him, feeling every ridge and muscle. He’s built like a god, like some sort of idol. She wants to get on her knees and worship him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He murmurs, leaning down to kiss her again. “I know the others want to. I can smell it, when they look at you. I can hear them in their bunks. In the fresher. Moaning your name when they think no one will hear.”

She whimpers at the thought that maybe her drunken confession wasn’t going to be taken as hard as she thought. Maybe they had their own confessions to make.

She pulls him down against her, reveling in the feeling of his body against hers for a moment before she flips them, the cot creaking as he hits it. She sits up over him, running her hands down his chest. He’s all muscle, strong and thick with it. She scoots down his thighs, revealing the thick member pressed against his stomach.

Kriffing bless Jango Fett for his genes.

She licks her lips, wrapping a hand around him. He’s hot and heavy, thick enough she can get her fingers around him, but still enough to fill her palm. She bends down, licking a stripe up his length. His tip is salty with precum, and she licks a bead from his head, looking him in the eyes. A string of curses leaves his lips, eyes almost black as they watch her.

She slowly works her mouth around him, taking him as deep as she can. She’s already so wet she’s almost dripping, her thighs slick. She keeps her gaze locked on his as she works him, her hand closing around the bit she can’t reach. He’s moaning, the sound like music to her ears.

His hand tangles in her hair, pulling her off him before he cums, his hands sliding her closer. He kisses her, his hand slipping between her thighs. He groans when his fingers slip through her wetness, her own groan matching as he brushes her clit.

“Hunter! Need you to fuck me.” She whimpers against his lips, grinding her pussy against his hand.

“Be my guest.” He says, letting her sit up.

She grips his length, pumping him a couple times before lining him up. She sinks down onto him, moaning at the stretch. She breathes deeply, pausing for a moment to adjust. It was better than she had imagined. Even if this was only a one time thing, nothing would ever compare to this.

Except, maybe the other four. Kriff, if Hunter was this well endowed, Wrecker must be huge. She flutters a bit around him, lowering her hands to his stomach to brace herself as she moves. She knows she won’t hold this position long. She’ll get tired before they’re done.

She starts to move, bouncing on top of him. She takes his hands, moving them to her breasts. “Fuck, Hunter!” She moans, head falling back as the sound of their hips meeting fills the small space.

He curses, groaning as he squeezes her breasts. “Fucking hell, cyare. So tight, so kriffing warm. So fucking beautiful.”

She bites her lip at his words, leaning forward a bit so her clit brushes against his pelvis as she grinds against him. “You’re fucking beautiful, Hunter.” She moans. “Fuck, we should have done this sooner.” She moans as he braces his feet against her cot, thrusting up into her.

Her fingers dig into his pecs, hanging on for dear life as he takes over, fucking up into her. His hands dig into her hips, likely to leave bruises but she doesn’t care. She wants to remember this moment, wants to carry the reminder for as long as she can.

A pass of his fingers on her clit pushes her over the edge, her entire body going taught like a wire. He watches her, wanting to commit this moment to memory as she comes undone over him, lost entirely in pleasure. He’s far from done with her, but this moment was the one he wanted to remember when they woke up tomorrow morning.

******

Her head hurts. It’s throbbing painfully. She lifts a hand, rubbing her forehead with her palm. She’s sweaty and hot, uncomfortably so. Was Tech messing with the filtering system again? She lets her head fall back to her pillow, a very obvious smack sounding as she does.

Reality slams into her like an angry rancor. She was on the Marauder. She was positive of that. She recognized the little cubbyhole that served as her room. There’s a pile of armor on the floor. Black and red, it’s one of the Batch’s.

Kriff, she’d fucked one of her squadmates.

She looks around, looking for any sign of who it is. She knows it’s not Tech. The coloring was wrong. Likely not Wrecker either, it was too small. Her eyes land on the red bandanna on her nightstand, a pit forming in her stomach. She closes her eyes, willing it all to be a dream. Willing it all to be some sort of alcohol infused hallucination. That she was still drunk and not laying naked in bed on her squad leader.

But the warm body under hers doesn't disappear.

“Hunter?” She asks quietly, voice hoarse with dehydration.

He grunts, the sound vibrating through her ear. His hand is splayed on her hip, the other tossed up around his head.

“We fucked, didn’t we?”

“Yeah.” He breathes. “We fucked a lot.”

She lets out a shaky breath, not ready to look him in the eye yet. She thinks back, trying to piece together everything that had happened the day before.

“Do the others...”

“Yeah. They came back before we were done.”

She curses, rubbing her face again. She couldn’t even face him, how was she going to face the others? This was it. Her life was over. He was going to force her off the ship, send her back to the office to be reassigned or fired from the GAR. She’d have to descend back into the darkness of the underworld. Her luck had run out.

“Hey.” Hunter says softly, his fingers gently tracing her spine. His touch is soft, comforting. It almost makes her sick. Or maybe that was the hangover. “Why are you scared?”

“I don’t know, maybe cause I fucked my squad leader?”

“I was a willing participant in this as well, in case you forgot.” He wraps his arms around her, holding her still. “I meant what I said. I’ve wanted you for a while now. But I knew my vod also wanted you, and I didn’t want to act on my feelings and cause problems between us.”

She tilts her head to look up at him, only able to see his chin from her angle. “Good job.”

He hums, tracing her arm. “I think we need to have a talk.”

She nods. “Yeah. I think so too.”

“All of us.”

She swallows the lump in her throat. “Yeah. All of us.” She turns, finally looking at him. She brushes a curl off his forehead, fingers tracing the half skull tattoo. “I meant what I said too. I was going to tell you that I loved you all, but I guess my drunk brain wanted to jumpstart things.” She tangles her hand in his hair, letting it sit there. “I don’t regret it.”

“I don’t either.” He says, wrapping his arms around her. “But if this is going to cause issues within the squad-”

“I know.” She whispers, leaning down to kiss him. “I’m just glad it happened once.”

*****

It takes them a while to get up. Thankfully they have time today. She knows both of them are trying to figure out how to face the rest of their squad. They had broken basically all the unspoken rules yesterday. Not only that, but she had confessed her attraction to all of them, and then proceeded to fuck Hunter. To be fair, she would have fucked any of them, but Hunter had just been the one that was there.

Midnight opts for her loungewear, knowing they won’t be leaving the ship for a while. Hunter dresses in his blacks, leaving the rest of his armor on the floor. Once they’re dressed they know they can’t delay any longer, Midnight forcing herself to be brave. She wasn’t getting kicked off the squad. Not directly because of her actions. Though, if the others were upset enough, she may have to consider leaving as the best option.

They find them in the hull, seated at the table. They’re sitting around with cups of caff, the silence heavy in the air. None of them are looking at each other either, all focused on their cups, or in Tech’s case, the gadget he was working on.

“We need to have a discussion.” Hunter says, shifting himself into leader mode.

The squad reacts to the shift, all looking up at him, and subsequently Midnight. She takes a seat at the table, the spot next to Crosshair. At least his cruel remarks would be welcome. She felt she did deserve them right now. Hunter takes the open seat at the head of the table, the silence between them still thick in the air.

“We need to discuss last night.” He finally says, looking at the other four clones. “And what happened.”

“Midnight making a drunken fool of herself.” Crosshair says.

“I was drunk, but I meant what I said.” She snaps back, turning her gaze to the other four clones. “I didn’t want to cause any problems within the squad, make anyone uncomfortable. But it is the truth. I think I could have said it a little better. Maybe not jumped to something so...explicit. I just...wanted to tell you all how much I’d fallen in love with you. All of you. I didn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable, but between the pregnancy test and then being back on Coruscant, seeing everything I got to leave behind because of you...I thought I could drink to forget, but it just made me too honest.”

It’s quiet for a few moments, none of the clones looking at her anymore.

“Wait, pregnancy test?” Wrecker asks.

“It’s standard procedure during all physical exams for female GAR employees.” Tech explains. “For reasons like this.”

Midnight bites her lip, the meaning behind his words not going unnoticed. “I didn’t ever plan on this happening. I never planned on acting on my feelings. I was planning on going home with a ‘reg’ last night. Someone I wouldn’t have to see again.” Her confession has them all shifting in their seats. “Let everything out that way so something like this wouldn’t happen. I never wanted to come between any of you.”

“I made a dumb decision last night too.” Hunter says, drawing the attention to him. “I took advantage of a situation without taking into consideration anyone else’s feelings. We should have had this discussion first before any of us made any decisions about feelings or acting on them. It’s not fair to any of us, what I did.”

It’s quiet for too long, even Tech having abandoned his gadget. Tears brim in Midnight’s eyes. She hated that this was her fault. She had been so desperate to forget, so desperate to drown her feelings she lost control, embarrassed herself, and caused a rift between a very close group of clones. She knew how the “regs” viewed them, she’d witnessed it firsthand last night. They were all they had. And here she was, tearing them apart.

“Where do we go from here?” Echo asks quietly.

“I’ll leave.” Midnight says. “Go pack up right now and go to the office and ask for a transfer. You’ll never have to see me again.”

“No!” Wrecker bellows, making them all jump at the sudden noise. “I don’t want you to leave.” He pouts. “I love you too, Night.”

She gives him a sad smile. “Thanks, Wreck. But I can’t cause any problems in this squad. You rely on each other too much for me to come in and cause rifts like this. I’m the problem. It’s only fair if I remove myself from the equation.”

“But some equations have multiple variables.” Tech speaks up. “Such as in this case. If we only solve for your variable, the equation won’t work. We have to solve for all variables. Hunter and Wrecker have already voiced their stances. Hunter acted on his repressed feelings for you, but you failed to take into consideration that the rest of us would also share in such a desire.”

Midnight blinks at Tech. He was right. She had been so focused on thinking the others were jealous because she picked Hunter so easily. Hunter had told her last night he overheard them, noticed how they watched her too. If she could love all five of them, why couldn’t all five of them love her too?

“We had our conversation last night.” Tech says, adjusting his goggles. “After you and Hunter made your exit. We discussed where we should go from here. At least two of us expressed our interest in following Hunter’s executive decision.”

Midnight leans her head on her hand, looking at Tech. “You and Wrecker?”

Tech shrugs, cheeks flushing a little. “I think you’re an...attractive female specimen. I wouldn’t mind conducting some research into female human anatomy with you.” Tech adjusts his goggles again, still looking a bit flustered.

“Are you...flirting with me?” She asks, a genuine smile tugging at her lips.

“I think he is.” Hunter says, smiling at his vod. “In his own way.”

“Don’t expect me to agree to anything.” Crosshair says, sliding his toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other.

“Wouldn’t expect you to, Cross.” Midnight says, staring hard at the sniper. She would never admit she was a hair disappointed in his avid opposition to this possible arrangement.

“I’m not...sure if I can.” Echo says, the last to voice his opinion.

“That’s okay.” Midnight gives him a small smile. “There’s plenty of ways to go about relationships. I don’t want to make you feel pressured to do more than you’re comfortable with.” She looks over the five clones at the table. “I don’t want anyone to feel pressured into this. I’d rather things happen...organically. I also would have preferred this conversation happening before Hunter and I...slept together. But things happened that we can’t go back on. I’d rather we all take our time, let things progress naturally and not be alcohol induced.” She chews on her lip for a moment, still tender from Hunter last night. “So, we’re really gonna do this?”

“Hell yes!” Wrecker yells, cheering in victory.

“Yeah.” Tech says once Wrecker has stopped yelling.

“You already know my answer.” Hunter says.

“The option’s there if you decide you want to try.” She says, trying not to single out either Echo or Crosshair. “I’m perfectly happy staying friends. Or...acquaintances.” She does look at Crosshair this time.

Hunter chuckles. “He’ll come around, cyar’ika.”

Crosshair glares at Hunter, gripping his toothpick so hard between his teeth, Midnight is scared he might snap it in half.

“So.” Midnight tries to cut the tension. “Wanna go get breakfast?”

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real-total-drama-takes · 3 months

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to the annoying people that called me homophobic and said i hate sunshines and rainbows for my last ask when i said calling straight ships yaoi/yuri is annoying

first of all, i'm queer, very much so, and not homophobic or transphobic at all. i promise you, i've worked on my internalized stuff. you don't know me.

i mostly sent the ask because i know the people doing that stuff kind of claim it's canon which ties into another ask i sent in that said to... just stop doing that. and just give into the fun of having hcs for the fuck of it and not thinking they will be canon. because to be totally honest with you, thinking two characters that barely had five minutes of screentime combined would ever be canon is... sad to say the least. and you can't call me homophobic for not thinking nichaxel would be canon.

and this isn't ship hate it's more like fandom hate i. this fandom is just exhausting. i think it's because of the influx of new fans. but it's been CRAZY oh my god. everyone is so immature and acts like it's their first fandom. even joining, like, the sanders sides fandom where they put tws on the characters would be better (which is still so fucking funny to me like "tw // c!logan, c!roman" first of all get your dsmp stan ass outta here..)

BUT i will say that the person that used that ask as a copypasta is funny as fuck. i laughed at the 'alpha male and a mysoginist kissing gay style'. i never thought i would read that sentence with my own two eyes but the TDI fandom opens up new possibilities for me every day.

so, to be perfectly clear: i am a multishipper. i have a lot of hcs that are waaay off from canon. i enjoy damien x ripper, ripper x chase, chase x zee, ripper x axel, axel x nichelle, bowie x raj, and now raj x bowie x wayne is growing on me. among other ships. i also love transfem harold, transmasc cody, non-binary zee, hell i've thought of my own crazy shit like transmasc emma (rr), transmasc heather, transfem justin etc. my problem with the ships and headcanons is when they are claimed to be canon, and annoyingly so, and when people get mad that they're not. which is insane. you can't expect every single ship or hc to be canon. you should've seen it coming that axel and nichelle wouldn't be together ever. you are 100% allowed to be upset that axel was put together with a man because it breaks your hc; it's happened to me dozens of times! but you can't call homophobia, especially when she hasn't shown attraction in girls, and neither has nichelle. and it's so okay to hc ripper as a transfem lesbian. i hc harold as that, and it's harmless! but you have to remember that in canon, they're not. and you can't claim they are. jokingly, sure; but you can't come on here and state in full seriousness that axel is still a lesbian because ripper is one too... and say it's canon. it's just not how it works.

TL;DR - i don't have a problem with "this straight ship is yaoi/yuri" or trans hcs, as i do this stuff myself, i only have a problem with it when it is repeated hundreds of times and claimed to be canon, which it's not.

- 🦝

#raccoon anon #fandom takes

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The Bet Pt. 8

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A/N: This is even longer lol. Oh my goodness, I feel like we're gearing towards the end. Can't wait to meet you there soon!

Word Count: 4,065

Ratings/Warnings: M Rated Themes.

Kenny was ecstatic. A deal that started almost simultaneously with the inception of AEW has finally come to fruition.

Phil 'CM Punk' Brooks was signed to All Elite Wrestling.

He hadn't seen Tony, Cody, Nick, and Matt so excited about something in a long time. They were able to sign Phil in his hometown of Chicago, no less.

Yet, through the champagne, expensive dinner, and celebratory outing; all he could think about was Taylour.

About how excited he was to share the news with her.

About how happy he was to see her.

About how good he was going to fuck her.

So when Kenny walked into their hotel suite, half drunk and horny, he was stunned to find nothing but his belongings and a letter on the center of their bed.

Kenny sank into the bed and quickly unraveled the letter written on hotel paper. The aroma of fresh ink wafted through the air.

Dear Kenny…

She told him everything.

That their time in Florida together was precious.

That she loved him.

That she went on a date with Maxwell and liked the way he made her feel.

And that made her confused.

So she decided to go home.

A wave of emotions came over Kenny as he read the letter.

She had never admitted that she loved him, even though they were both very much aware.

Kenny was hurt. He didn't even want to know if she felt the same way about Maxwell.

But, he was also angry.

Taylour left him without saying goodbye. She just fucking left

A week passed by.

Then a month.

Then two.

When Kenny attempted to get any information from Brandi, he could see the look in her eyes.

"Just let her be."

The guys had their hands full with the upcoming Pay-Per-View, expecting their biggest audience to date.

Business was booming. Having Phil on the roster gave them the pop they needed. The whole roster felt electric, hungry to give their best every week.

All the while, Kenny was drowning in his feelings.

He had tried everything to get ahold of her. He called, texted, and e-mailed her. He even tried talking to her friends and family on the roster to see if they had heard from her.

All nothing.

Kenny was angry towards Taylour, but it didn't keep him from wondering if she was doing okay.

And if she was thinking about him, too.

----

On the way to the airport after leaving Kenny, Taylour called her sister and told her everything.

Brandi was furious. And scolded her in the way only older sisters can.

Taylour knew she deserved it, but it still stung.

She then wrote a detailed letter to Ms. Sandra and that it would probably be a while until they see each other again.

And finally, she booked a flight back home where she ignored most people's calls and texts for the next following weeks.

She wasn't used to feeling this way. Kenny was the most amazing man she ever met and she threw it all away.

Guilt consumed her the first few days of being homebound. But as the days wore on, she found herself becoming numb.

Taylour tried to fill up her time with things to do such as throw herself into her creative endeavors or try new workouts.

But it didn't help much. She still felt like shit.

A few weeks went by and Taylour went out for brunch with her best friend, Marina. She was the only person besides her sister and Ms. Sandra she had spoken to since she left Kenny that night. The two met when Marina's family moved from Jersey to Michigan when they were in the first grade. Matching braces, college, a joint New York City move, and countless boyfriends later, they've been each other's most consistent relationship outside of the family in each other's lives. It was always easy to talk to each other about anything, and that's exactly what they did.

"So...you were sleeping with someone who is technically your boss for sport and then he takes you home and admits he's in love with you all the while some wealthy Long Island prick is using his henchmen and money to seduce you?"

Marina was never known for being gentle.

"It sounds crazy when you say it like that..."

"Honey, no. Don't feel bad. I just want to make sure you're doing alright. So are you?"

"I'm fine."

"Was the sex good?"

"Marina!"

"What!? I told you everything when I had a hoe summer that one year, remember?"

Taylour laughed. It was nice to have a conversation with someone who wasn't in the wrestling industry.

"The sex was amazing."

"So then why did you leave?"

"Because he said he loves me."

"So you ran straight into that juicehead's arms," Marina deadpanned.

"No, he literally rolled up on me."

"Well, do you like the juicehead?"

"I'm not sure. Before the date it was a no, but…"

"But you like him enough to, ya know..."

"I know," Taylour groaned.

Marina rubbed her best friend's back, consoling her.

"You've got two guys after you. It's kind of sexy," Marina joked.

"Shut up," Taylour laughed.

"Okay, okay. For real though. You've got to make a decision, Taylour. You can't mope around like this forever."

Taylour knew her friend was right.

She had to find a way to move forward.

The pair continued to catch up as they ate brunch and drank Bellinis. With their belly and hearts full, the best friends gave each other a squeezing tight hug before walking their separate ways.

As Taylour was about to cross an intersection, she noticed a modelesque woman around her sister's age with tanned skin and dark brown hair smile and wave to get her attention. It was a crisp November morning as the woman donned a grey cashmere sweater and black slacks. Taylour stops as the woman walks closer to her.

She extended her hand and Taylour couldn't help but notice the Rolex.

"Hi! I'm Regine Parker from NerdBrain."

Taylour shook her hand.

"It's so nice to meet you. I've been emailing you about our Chief Brand Officer position, I think you would be a great fit."

Taylour smiled. "I'm flattered by the opportunity but I'm already with another company."

"Yes, with All Elite Wrestling," Regine affirmed.

"I know we're an entertainment media company, but we have seen the work you have done alongside your sister behind the scenes. It's been influential beyond the professional wrestling industry. We would love for you to at least talk to us."

Taylour blinked, surprised by the woman's statement.

Regine laughed, realizing the situation.

"I didn't mean to accost you on the street, this was just my luck. How about you take my card and we can schedule to discuss this over dinner? My treat,"

And just like that, the woman grabbed her business card from her designer bag and handed it over to Taylour. She began to walk away, waving goodbye.

Taylour looked down at the card, "Regine Parker. Chief Marketing Officer. NerdBrain"

She looked up at the sky.

Maybe Ms. Sandra was onto something.

---

Another surprise found Taylour when she walked up to the stoop of her own home.

Maxwell Jacob Friedman was standing at her doorstep with a bouquet of lilies.

His signature.

Despite not being in contact, Max has kept up with the maintenance of the dressing room bouquet. Every week, a fresh bouquet was delivered to her door with a note that smelled of his cologne.

"I'm glad to see you're still alive," Maxwell teased as she approached.

Taylour rolled her eyes but smirked.

"Yeah, I'm alive," she affirmed.

Maxwell looked at her and took her all in. She looked beautiful as ever, but she also looked tired. He wasn't sure if it was the New York winter getting to her or the fact she had ignored him for the past two months.

"Are you free tonight? I want to take you somewhere," Max offered.

"Where?"

"My favorite spot in New York."

"I don't know, Max. I'm pretty tired. I just got back from brunch."

"Come on, I promise you'll love it. I'll bring you home immediately afterward. Just a quick stop."

Taylour contemplated.

"You've been dodging my calls and texts for weeks. Two hours of your time, three hours tops if there's traffic."

Taylour bit her lip, taking him in. He was more fit than the last time she saw him. Leaner. More muscular, which she didn't know was possible. He looked as if he just went to the barber earlier in the day. He was dressed in a hunter-green Loden coat with dark jeans and a white button-up.

He must have a kink for ambushing her.

"Okay, just let me freshen up and put these in some water," she said as she reached for her keys and unlocked the front door.

Max followed her inside.

The townhouse was cozy. The living room had a fireplace and a sectional with a large television in the corner. Taylour quickly went upstairs, presumably to her room, as Max looked around. He saw pictures of Taylour, her sister, and a man he assumed to be their father and grandmother on the mantle.

Max welcomed himself into her kitchen and replaced last week's lilies with the new ones on her dining room table.

Taylour reappeared from the second floor. She was dressed in a fitted black turtleneck and dark jeans that accentuated her curves.

"Max?" She inquired, finding him in the kitchen.

"You've got a nice place. It's very homey."

"Thank you," she replied, grabbing her grey wool overcoat.

"Come on," he said as he escorted her back out the door and into his car.

When the pair arrived at their destination, Taylour realized why Max was so persistent.

Max parked his Porsche in front of a large suburban home.

"Is this where you live?"

"My parents. My house is half an hour away," Max answered.

"So, you're taking me to meet your parents? Like, right now?"

"If you're not comfortable, I can take you back home."

Taylour took a moment and contemplated.

Max took her silence as hesitance and reached over to unbuckle her seatbelt. He made a point to graze against her skin, giving her goosebumps.

"Come on, I'm excited for them to meet you."

The couple made their way to the front door and were greeted by Max's parents.

"Mom and Dad, this is Taylour."

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Mrs. Friedman said as she extended her hand.

Taylour took it. "It's a pleasure to meet you, as well."

Mr. Friedman gave a nod in greeting, which she reciprocated.

"Are you staying for dinner?" Mrs. Friedman said as she led the group into the home.

"No, Mom, we're actually about to go see a movie."

"Oh, which one?"

"I wanted to take Taylour to see that new horror film."

"Horror? Really?"

"Well, you know. I wanted to take her to the theater so I could have an excuse to hold her hand," Max teased, earning a nudge in the ribs from his mother.

"Always the jokester, this one, isn't he?" The older woman made a sympathetic look towards Taylour which she reciprocated.

"How about you two go downstairs to the game room? Your sisters are down there and I'll bring down a snack before you guys go."

His mother reached up to kiss Max's forehead and smiled at Taylour before walking away. Max led Taylour down to their basement where a full game room was set up. There, his sisters were playing the switch.

"Hey guys," Max said as the girls looked up.

"Sup," said the eldest.

"Hey, Max," replied the youngest.

"Taylour, this is my older sister, Jessica. And this is my baby sister, Abigail."

"Hi!" The young girl chirped.

"Nice to meet you guys."

Jessica nodded, smiling at Taylour, but said nothing else. Abigail stood up from her seat and walked up to Taylour and shook her hand.

"I know a lot about you."

Taylour quirked her brow at her.

"You do?"

"Yeah, I've seen you in magazines."

Taylour's eyebrows shot up. She wasn't expecting a compliment.

"Thank you," she replied.

"Do you play Mario Kart?"

"Yes! I love Mario Kart."

Abigail turned to her older sister and demanded she play Taylour in Mario Kart. Jessica agreed and grabbed another controller so they could all play.

Max watched as Taylour and his sisters played for almost an hour until his mom came down with a tray of snacks and drinks.

"Okay, guys, I've got cookies and hot chocolate," she announced.

The group quickly made their way to the coffee table. Max handed Taylour a mug.

"Thanks," she replied as she took a sip.

"These are amazing, Mrs. Friedman," Taylour praised, finishing her second cookie.

"Thank you, sweetie. They're my mom’s recipe. I'll write it down for you so you can make them yourself."

"Mom, we're going to miss the movie if we don't leave soon."

"Oh! You guys better get going," Mrs. Friedman said.

The pair bid Max's family goodbye and made their way back to the car.

"Your family is so sweet."

"Yeah, they’re the best," Max said as he turned on the ignition.

Max drove Taylour back home, letting his Spotify playlist fill the silence.

"I didn't expect to see that side of you," Taylour said as he parked across the street from her house.

"What side?"

"Your good side."

Max rolled his eyes but smirked.

"Thanks," he replied dryly.

Taylour smiled, biting her lip. She felt a wave of nostalgia hit her.

"Thank you for taking me. You have a great family."

"Anytime. They loved you."

"Did they?"

"Yeah, my mom is probably calling her friends about you as we speak."

Taylour giggled. She looked back over to him, the moon accentuating his eyes.

"I was hoping you would let me in for a nightcap."

Taylour smiled, "How bold of you to assume."

"Is that a no?"

"That's not a no."

Taylour opened the passenger side door and stepped out into the cold night.

Max quickly got out of his car, following her across the street into her home. They took their shoes off at the door and Taylour sat Max down on her section and started her fireplace. She walked into her kitchen, grabbing a bottle of rosé and two wine glasses. She set it down on the coffee table and poured them each a glass.

"Thank you," he said as she handed him a glass.

They sipped their wine and made small talk.

"Why did you decide to show me your family?"

"Because they're a big part of my life and I wanted you to see that."

"That you're more than a guy who records his dates?"

"That I'm more than just some horny scumbag, yes."

Taylour laughed. "Well, you've proven me wrong."

"Does that mean we can start over?"

Taylour's eyes searched his. He looked calm and vulnerable.

She took a sip of her wine, letting the question float in the air.

"Let me guess, you have a kink for the chase, too?"

Max smiled, a dimple appearing.

"I've just never had to work this hard for anything, not even women. But I don't think I would want this if I hadn't had to work for it."

There was something about Maxwell that made Taylour melt. Maybe it was the timber in his voice or the intensity of being the object of his desire.

Taylour didn't know what she wanted, but she knew that she wanted to feel alive again.

So she took another sip of her wine and sat her glass down on the coffee table. She moved over to the cushion next to Max, looking at him with intent.

He leaned forward, setting his glass down next to hers, and kissed her.

It was deep and passionate. Taylour could taste the rosé on his tongue. She moved closer, wrapping her arms around his neck. Max's hand reached for the side of her neck, caressing it. Taylour leaned into his touch. The smell of his cologne was intoxicating. Max moved his hand down, feeling over her breast before sliding his way underneath her turtleneck. With his free hand, his fingers traced the hem of her jeans.

"Bedroom?" Max inquired, his breath hot against her neck.

"Upstairs."

Taylour pulled away. He gave her a quick peck on the lips and stood up, following her lead.

When she opened the door to her bedroom, Max was already behind her. He placed kisses on her neck, his hands making their way underneath her turtleneck. Taylour took it off, letting it drop to the floor. His hands made their way back up to her bra and unclasped it, letting it fall off her. Max turned her around, cupping her breasts and kissing her hard on the mouth. She moaned against his lips as her hands unbuttoned his shirt.

When his shirt was unbuttoned, he dropped it to the floor, pulling away and giving her a smirk.

Max looked down and licked his lips. Her breasts were perfect.

Taylour's fingers unbuckled his belt and unfastened his jeans. Max stepped out of the jeans and did the same to Taylour. She was about to step out of her underwear when Max lifted her and laid her on the bed.

Taylour watched him pull her panties off.

Max kneeled and kissed his way up her legs. He massaged her thighs before spreading her apart, marveling at her unraveling for him. His fingertips caressed her soft skin. Taylour could feel herself begin to throb as his thumb found its way onto her clit. He pressed against it. Taylour whimpered as Maxwell brought his face closer to her sweetness.

His fingers plunged into her, his middle and index finger thrusting into her. He began to lick and suck on her clit, rolling circles around her.

Taylour's fingers were intertwined in Max's hair as he feasted. She arched her back, bucking her hips against his hand. Max moaned, the vibration from his mouth sending her into a frenzy.

He added a third finger, the stretch deliciously painful.

"Max," Taylour gasped.

She was close.

Max's pace quickened. His tongue sucked harder. Taylour felt herself beginning to clench around his fingers, her breathing becoming labored.

Max felt her release. Her walls pulsated against his fingers. She was dripping. He lapped up her juices, licking and sucking on her until she came again.

Max looked up and took in the sight of her. Oh, how he waited for this view.

He stood up, pulling his boxers down. Taylour sat up and reached her hand out to him, beckoning him. He crawled his way over her, pressing his lips against hers. Their tongues intertwined together as Max positioned himself inside her. Taylour moaned as Max put all of himself in, stretching her with pleasure.

Max pulled away and looked down at her, his hands moving underneath her to support her back. He thrust his hips slowly, taking in the view.

"You're fucking beautiful," he whispered.

Taylour wrapped her arms around his neck, her hands finding his hair. She tugged.

Max began to thrust faster. Taylour pulled him in for a kiss, biting down on his lower lip. Max's hands grabbed her ass, thrusting harder.

"Harder," she moaned.

He obeyed, the sound of skin slapping against each other filling the room. Max leaned forward and took her nipple in his mouth, flicking his tongue around it. He positioned Taylour's ankles behind his ears, going deeper inside her. Taylour's moans increased with every thrust. Max leaned back, watching himself thrust inside her.

"I'm about to come, princess."

With a few more thrusts, Maxwell pulled out and came on Taylour's stomach.

Max leaned over and gave Taylour a deep kiss.

"Where do you keep your towels?" He asked before walking into her master bathroom and coming back with a warm towel. He rubbed his cum off her belly before dropping the towel in the laundry.

Taylour was still on her bed, panting when he returned.

Max pulled her sheets over her, getting underneath.

Taylour lay on his chest, their legs intertwined.

The pair relaxed in each other's arms when Taylour's doorbell rang.

She looked over at the time.

10:15 pm.

She stood up and quickly put a robe on, walking downstairs.

Max followed, curious to see who it was, staying at the top of her stairwell.

When she opened the door, it was Kenny.

Taylour and Kenny looked at each other, both surprised by the other. His eyes widened but he quickly cleared his throat, turning his gaze away from her.

“Kenny,” Taylour spoke.

He brought his gaze back, focusing on her eyes.

“Why?"

"I'm sorry."

Her voice was weak

“Why did you just leave?”

Kenny was dying to know the moment he read the letter.

She paused, trying to collect herself.

"Because...because I thought that would be what was best."

"What was best? What the hell, Tay? Did you think this would be best for me?"

Taylour became silent, her lips turned into a flat pressed line. Kenny swore he saw a pandora's box of emotion open in her eyes but she quickly pushed it down as her eyes turned into dark pools of ice.

"I just didn't know, Kenny. I was confused and...and I just didn't know. That's all."

"You should have stayed."

"Yeah? So you could break up with me?"

"I love you. You know that. "

Taylour looked down at her bare feet, not wanting to meet his gaze.

"What about Max, huh? He fucking hunted you with his henchmen then all of a sudden you’re fucking him?!"

"We didn’t fuck! I stopped it."

"You could have stopped it way before you got to his hotel room."

Taylour looked up at Kenny, his eyes filled with betrayal. She hated that a silly bet ended up this way.

"I'm so sorry, Kenny. I love you, too, but I can’t do this right now."

With that, Taylour stepped forward onto the stoop and kissed Kenny on the lips. He didn't fight her as she deepened it. She lowered down and kissed his cheek before backing away and closing her door.

---

After Taylour closed the door and walked into her living room, tears filled her eyes. Max, back in his underwear wrapped in one of her blankets from her bedroom, followed her into the living room.

He sat beside her, tentatively touching her thigh.

"Hey," he whispered, his hand moving up to caress her face, wiping her tears.

"I'm so sorry," she choked.

Maxwell pulled her in for a hug. He stroked her hair.

He let Taylour cry into his arms. All of the weeks of ignoring her feelings came bursting out at once. The guilt. The pain. The loneliness.

Taylour's tears dried and the couple stayed together, Max rubbing her back by the fire.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"No."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Taylour looked up at Max, feeling mixed emotions about the day they just spent together.

"I'm not ready to start over, Max," Taylour whispered.

Max's hands caressed her cheek, looking deep into her eyes.

"It's okay. I'll be here when you're ready."

Taylour looked up at him. Never in her wildest dreams, she thought she would find solace in Maxwell Jacob Friedman’s arms.

"Come on, let's get you to bed," Max said, helping her stand up.

The couple walked upstairs and Max tucked her into bed. He went downstairs and got Taylour a glass of water. He set it down on her bed stand before picking up his clothes from off the floor and began to dress.

Taylour sat up in bed.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm not staying here," Max said as he pulled up his jeans.

"Max," she called out.

He looked at her, his eyes vulnerable and sincere.

"Call me when you know who you want."

Taylour nodded as Max bent over, kissing her forehead.

"Goodnight, princess."

Taylour watched Maxwell walk out of her bedroom, closing the door behind him. She heard the sound of his footsteps walking out front of her door and the lights of her Porsche peeked through her window as he drove off.

Taylour sighed. She felt more confused tonight than ever. Maybe she needed to spend quality time with the person who matters most.

Herself.

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Creations AU, But I obnoxiously over explain it PT 8

Holy crap how are there 8 parts.

211-240

Well it took 200 pages but he cracked like a damn egg in front of someone.

Sammy's a cool dude though.

Again we see characters treat Mike rather, differently because they know something about him we are assumed not to. or at least don't have full context too.

He's delicate and understanding towards a complete WTF situation.

Sammy's continues to be a delicate dude about Mike's horrible horrible ordeal.

Mike's memory is fuzzy atm.

Apparently they were gonna "Talk to a puppet"

Ya know that thing we saw as a plushie earlier on. Sammy seems to think that's weird.

and holy shit it's a corpse.

Haha don't yell in front of the traumatized man in shock at who he's looking at. Sammy quickly rights himself as soon as he notices that.

Sammy seems way more upset about Mike being put in danger than having to help him. X'D He's used to bullshit I suppose.

"Prank" our asses Michael you got impaled.

So the owners know about Mike's mental health struggles and an illness we aren't quite privy too. One that makes it hard for Mike to distinguish reality.

Thanks Michael.

Makes sense why William was so weird. (Still handled that poorly)

Sammy's handling it a bit better in the sense he isn't acting like Mike's unhinged or dangerous and he's clearly not scared to be in the same room as Mike, but is being delicate and soothing for Mike's sake.

Also: Michael has a history of doing "Crap" which is amusing. Wtf are you doing Michael. X'D

You can see why I like Sammy right? X'D

Specifically his line "DON'T APOLOGIZE TO ME APOLOGIZE TO HIM"

Dudes got his priorities are in place. He doesn't want Michael to kiss his ass he wants him to make shit right with Mike. Ya know, the person actually most affected by this shit.

We can see between the two Sammy is clearly the more responsible one and despite Michael's shit talking earlier Sammy is pretty level headed.

We can see why they don't get along though.

Also because heights/panel layouts are hard: Sammy is around the same height as Mike, aka he's short lmao but they're just shown at head level for convenience reasons.

Sammy is literally that one meme of the woman holding the guy pointing at the other woman angrily.

He continues to be responsible by NOT letting Michael take Mike home lmao. Let's be real I wouldn't trust Michael to do smth like that either. X'D

Haha Mike you still aren't okay are you?

Sammy's still trying to be nice.

Sammy that's a weird response...

Oh. He's nuts too!

Mike's response to Sammy's insane rambling about not being sure he's a real person is just

"...Yeah"

Lmao. Seems Sammy has had a colorful past with Freddy's himself. Makes sense he's one of the owner's son.

Which makes his relationship with William very...questionable from an age/how long they've known each other angle. If you were curious about why Michael was possessive over Mike earlier and called William a "Gross old man" now you now. William's having relations with his business' partner's son who's presumably older than Michael but stillllllll wtf Will. X'D. Healthy relationships isn't something this series thrives on if you haven't noticed.

Also: Silver eyes reference with the Spring Bonnie panel.

Fourth closet reference with "Fake Charlie".

The panel where Sammy's face is an endoskeleton is symbolism by the way, not directly "real".

The depths of Sammy's paranoia and anxieties he's not real is justified. How WOULD you know if you were a fake person? XD

What I like during this convo is Mike asking directly if Sammy thinks he's crazy and Sammy swiftly responding with "Not really no"

Ahh. So Mike for sure has an illness that makes him see things that "aren't there".

(It's never directly stated to be schizophrenia because I don't like writing illnesses I don't have 1 to 1, but what Mike's been experiencing LATELY Has not been apart of his illness, as he's medicated and as we've seen: Cody was very much real.)

And we hear it from Mike: He thinks everything he's seen with Cody so far has been a dream of some kind. Since again, he's on medication he shouldn't be hallucinating.

I forgot this was the case till going back and looking into FNAF stuff again: Mike's character trait of hallucinating was based on the player character "Mike Schmidt" having hallucinations/the "Rare screens" in FNAF 1.

Something I've hoped ya noticed: Mike's character arc is gaining friendships and relationships and getting over what happened at Freddy's.

Lol so you COULD see as this purely as Sammy being manipulative buuuut here's how it is to me:

He cares enough about Mike's health to let him have a break at all. He cares about the robots happiness because replacing nightguards is implied to be stressful for them.

He's a "Try to keep everyone happy" kind of person lmao.

Also new character yay.

Lmao. She's weird.

This is Mike's roommate! :D We knew he lived with someone and now this is just conformation.

She looks familiar....

Wonder if we've seen ANOTHER red head who's associated with green....Oh yeah. The ghost that spoke to Bonnie briefly.

Something brought up before: Sammy hired Mike so Sammy is technically Mike's boss.

This art style wise was when I decided: I just needed to get pages done and I didn't super care about the quality (Still feel that way)

the first arc isn't my favorite. FNAF 3 was fun because of our 2nd favorite local hoe behind Freddy himself, known as Andrew Sister Location was a SLOG It was LITERALLY just the game dialogue and occasionally I had fun with Josh, but it differed enough from the game that I NEEDED to do it bleh and FNAF 4 had it's moments again, everything original was fun.

Twisted ones and Pizza Sim are my favorite concept wise because that's when shit SUPER hits the fan. They aren't directly 1 to 1 with anything so I can go nuts.

The FNAF 1 arc mostly ESTABLISHES a lot so when we get to BATSHIT INSANITY nobody's confused who everyone is and what their relationships to each other are.

Anyway: Mike explains wtf they were doing at Freddy's to this woman, clearly SHE'S the person he's been conspiring against Freddy's with.

The Puppet is a fan favorite design in Creations and to this day I don't get it:

I gave the regular puppet HAIR. That's about it. X'D

Either way: Mike can't fully trust the info given during this because of Michael's "Prank".

Keep in mind: They went her presumably to discuss how to fix Freddy's. Which is what Michael and Mike were talking about before shit went wrong.

Sus things:

Michael knows about the "Putting people in robots" thing or at least is implied to know. How and why does he know that? Michael's friends/acquaintances with the girl who put his brother in the Golden Freddy costume. Does he KNOW Cody's fate? How does he feel about these things?

So Mike presumably waited 5 years to do anything about what was happening at Freddy's because he wasn't ready to confront this.

William was committing the "Main" murders that caught Mike's attention 5 years ago. They conformed there ARE more than Jeremy by mentioning "victims" but he came HERE after an incident at a sister location Fredbear's having children and the owner go missing.

Michael woke up from his accident 5 years ago.

Afton has dabbled in making robots that look and act human.

and the suspected main goal from this was to create robots that had human souls/remnant inside them.

HMMMMMM WONDER WHAT'S GOING ON LMFAO.

Lol oop-

Sooo question: Does Sammy know about his sister being in the puppet? X'D

If he does it'd make sense why he was confused Michael and Mike were talking to her lmfao.

Also if you're FNAF savvy you're probably wondering wtf is up with Fake Charlie and all that. Considering Charlie is APARENTLY STILL ALIVE. Huh.

I have a comic planned explaining all that BS with Sammy, Charlie and "Fake Charlie" and the puppet. Because it is left almost completely not answered in the main series lmfao.

Suffice to say: Mike's "WTF" attitude is pretty spot on.

The robot Sammy ran into that looked like his sister isn't the one currently walking around AS his sister, since they presumably dismantled it from his comment about it bleeding and the Puppet is his REAL sister.

And there's just something/someone walking around claiming to be Charlie.

OH.

SO JOSH IS MISSING NOT DEAD?~

SL readers again, know what happened But I'm being cheeky here until we review SL too.

So Michael seems to think Josh is "Dead". That's weird. Why would he think that exactly? With the specific detail of dying from machinery? Is this something his dad told him to keep quiet about?

Michael does seem to know a lot more than he SHOULD.

Lmao our new gal pal suggesting zombies is funny especially if you know what happened to Josh.

Dead people don't stay dead at Freddy's lmfao.

HAH HE RECORDED THAT CONVERSATION.

Haha wonder if that important thing has been staring you right in the face.

No the series is not subtle about who it is but it was never meant to be a "Twist". UNLIKE THE SILVER EYES SERIES

The evidence to who the robot is is made obvious from the start, it's not meant to be an ass pull. You're supposed to be in on it. You're waiting for everyone to notice the OBVIOUS but the OBVIOUS isn't relevant to completely see until later.

You know they're weird the second they appear on screen lmfao. The denial comes from the very idea a PERSON robot is a thing is hard to believe. So the CHARACTERS are in denial this person is a robot. BECAUSE WHY WOULD YOU ASSUME A NORMAL HUMAN IS A ROBOT!? X'D

Humans dismiss a LOT of shit until what they're looking at is undeniable. Mike's still in denial what he's thinking is the 100% fact because holy shit this entire situation is BONKERS.

Everyone in the building is BONKERS. Everything that goes down in there is BONKERS.

And even worse: Mike cannot trust his own eyes fully because of his hallucinations.

Like if someone you met had a few oddities with them your first thought wouldn't be "Oh they're a robot" it'd be "Oh that's weird" and it would build, and build and build until you're like "Oh..."

It's the fucking invader zim affect lmao. An alien being in your god damn class is so out of the realm of THINKABLITY you wouldn't even think that's a possibility.

Of course: Our characters are AT the point where "A human robot is a possibility" now all that's left is waiting for them to realize WHO it is and fully connect everything together.

Mike's still in denial. Poor dude is used to having to not fully trust what he sees/experiences. Which sucks.

HAHAHA YES TALK TO FREDDY. >:)

SHOW US THE BEAR MIKE!!!!

Haha his friend/roommate is a goof.

...I hope the cut to Michael is as funny to everyone else as it is to me considering wtf they were JUST talking about.

AND OKAY MICHAEL HOW COULD YOU HURT BONNIE'S FEELINGS LIKE THAT?!

He's playing on the Pikachu and Eevee switch which either conforms he has 3 switches or 3 sets of joycons at least lmao. Rich little shithead.

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clonememesfrikyeah · 2 years

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GUYS WHAT THE FUCK

I was reading the new Obi-Wan comic series that came out this year and- JeSUS CHRIST WHAT THE ACTUAL NAME OF FUCK DID I JUST LAY EYES UPON

⚠️TW: bones, descriptions and depictions of death, some fucked up type shit and all around horror and despair.⚠️

So the plot of this comic is obi-wan is on Tatooien reflecting about the past and this one was coming to terms with all the death caused by the war. The flash back is about when him and Anakin were sent to look for a natborn commander named Mekedrix who went missing after the republic lost the temple of Edit on Devaron and was suspected to have gone rogue and created, for lack of a better term, a terrorist group set on just killing literally everything. And oh boy did they. So when Obi-wan and Anakin get to where the base is suspected to be they confirm that yeah that’s their guy who created a rogue group dedicated to annihilating all life and their base is an ancient sith temple that’s legit oozing so much evil out of its walls that it latched onto and corrupted this traumatized non-force wielding officer. Ok so now that you get the plot, on the the real point.

THE REAL POINT IS THAT THIS MAN WENT SO CRAZY MAD OBSESSED WITH DEATH HE MADE A SWORD OUT OF BONES. AND NOT JUST ANY BONES. THE BONES OF A CLONE. BECAUSE HE THOUGHT THEY WERE THE PERFECT KILLING MACHINES AS THEY WERE MADE, BORN, LIVED AND DIED FOR THE SAKE OF DEATH. WHAT THE FUCK.

And it’s just- A LOT to process. But I feel like they just brushed over the fact that this guy was out here doing some really fucked up, sick phyco shit in favor of making Anakin and Obi-wand story sadder than it already was. Like yeah this guy was traumatized and corrupted by the dark side but I feel like he didn’t deserve the sympathy or the spotlight he got. At the end they really focused on how sad his corruption and death was, especially since he had been a good friend of Obi-wan and Anakin.

But I feel It should have focused on the horrors he committed against the platoons of clones he slaughtered for the sake of killing. Like, if you look at those slides up above the base is just littered with dead troopers, he’s legit wearing their armor in some sick gesture of admiration. But I will give the writers this; even though the main focus in the Obi-Wan comics is obviously obi-wan, they did a good job at subtly highlighting the fact that the clones were indeed slaves to the republic, forced to carry out all its dirty biddings. And the way it’s highlighted is horrific and terrifying. In life the clones were created to be weapons, used to kill, abuse by the world around them. And even in death they were defiled and disrespected like that. Mekedric made a weapon out of them, used it to kill innocents and their own brothers, used them literally down to the bone, used them as a stepping stool to obtain power and fear over others. And the only acknowledgment that kind of horror got was Anakin, filled with fury and disgust, what was his name. What had been the name of the trooper Mekederic has murdered, torn apart, reconstructed into something unrecognizable and was now holding their remains in his hand as a trophy. To which Mekedric reply’s that they were just as good as droids, they had no names, they were just things too him. That trooper had just been another nameless casualty cast aside without a second thought. And the thing is, Anakin and Obi-wan probably never said a damn word about any of it to Rex or Cody. Those troopers would have no closure, no one who mourned them, no clone would ever know the horrors that their brothers had been subjugated to. Because of this most clones would go on to never realize how trapped they were, how much they were being used, the extent of the abuse, and how nearly every natborn felt about them. They were just tools in the eyes of the republic; literal living weapons that could be mistreated however seen fit.

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I want to read pavitrs comics (fun fact, it's close to 20 years since the first spiderman India comics came out!!! I forgot the specifics) but I haven't gotten to it yet

So basically, maybe?? I think it'd be neat if he was

Also, also, hobies universe has so many cool characters?!?!??! you mentioned representation, well, we get it there!!!!

Blind Mexican woman Daredevil (idk why, but she's from philly??? Matt murdock is from hells kitchen) named Matea Murdock

Kamala Khan! And she's always awesome. I love her design so much she's so yippee

Indigenous Captain America Anarchy, Karl Morningdew??!? Not only that, but he mentioned that he lived on the Cowlitz Nation reservation and mentions them in a battle cry. And he kisses a guy, so that's cool

And of course Riri and Hobie

Just a major shoutout to Cody Ziglar for making such a cool story idk

I haven't read pavitrs comics but I've seen pictures and all I can say is...

he looks like such a little shit 😭

every single picture ive seen of him makes him look like hes plotting to do devious things

AND I LOVE CAPTAIN ANARCHY HES AWESOME AND IM OBSESSED WITH HIM AND THAT UNIVERSES VERSION OF HULK I FORGOT WHAT HIS NAME WAS

I love Kamala khan

SHES SO FUCKING ADORABLE I WANT TO SQUISH EHR

Riri had one of the coolest designs and I honestly liked it way more than the marvel version of her in Wakandan forever tbh

they didn't even seem like the same person 😭 personality wise too

I WILL FINISH THE SERIES ONE DAY

ONE DAY.

#I love my husband #hobie brown #and his comics #they're so fire #[silvia's asks]

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Looking Through A Window (22)

macriley married undercover au

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*****

Mac can’t wait to go home.

He falters a step when he realizes in this instance home means the safe-house apartment, not his house back in L.A. After more than a month of living there, it has begun to feel sort of home-y, in a way, although he chalks it up to Riley’s presence more than anything else. She feels like home. And after the day he’s had, he wants nothing more than to see just how close to home he can get. Preferably naked and in their bed.

Although he did promise her a date first.

But before that happens, he needs to rescue Riley from the Patriots’ warehouse. In what might be the dumbest idea she’s ever had, Riley suggested they divide and conquer—Mac buddy up with Conrad in an attempt to get closer to Cody, Riley with Ethan to plan the current governor’s (fake) assassination. So today while Riley was stuck with a man who loathes her very existence, Mac played golf with one of the biggest pieces of shit he’s ever met. And also Conrad.

(If Conrad hated her less, they would’ve switched roles. She’s actually decent at golf. Mac is terrible.)

Lengthening his stride as he navigates the nondescript hallways toward Ethan’s office, Mac finds himself driven less by the need to rescue Riley and more by genuine excitement to see her after a day apart. Call him co-dependent, but he missed her.

The route to Ethan’s office is one of the cleanest parts of the warehouse. The concrete floors have been swept, and there aren’t crates of ammo blocking the way like there are by the closet Conrad calls his office. But “out of sight, out of mind” doesn’t apply here, and the sheer number of guns in the building makes Mac’s skin crawl with desperation to get out of there as soon as possible. At least he himself isn’t armed today. Small mercies do exist.

Hopefully the universe will have mercy on him, and Riley will be ready to leave in the next thirty seconds. Mac slides his hands into his pockets to hide his crossed fingers—a gesture he learned from Jack but only became habit after the man was gone.

Voices echo down the hall; Mac can’t yet make out what they’re saying, but an insistent tone that makes him pause just out of sight.

“You’re an exciting woman, Genevieve. I’ve never been with a woman like you,” Ethan croons. “Your husband seems like a nice guy, but I see you. I see your ambition, your drive. I’m sure you wear the pants in your relationship.”

Riley says nothing.

“I thought so.” There’s another pause, and then— “Let me show you the big leagues.”

Mac grits his teeth, hands curling into fists at his sides. He’s ready to barge in there, show Ethan just what league he belongs in, but Riley says, “I like the league I’m in, and I love my husband. And if you want my help, you’ll respect that. Goodnight, Ethan.”

She walks out of his office, eyes widening when she sees Mac, but she signals for him to follow her down the hallway without so much as a hitch in her step.

When they’re clear, Mac mutters, “Unbelievable.”

“So you heard that.”

“I heard that you love me.”

Riley slips her hand into his, interlacing their fingers. Kisses him entirely too deeply considering where they are. “That I do.” She tugs him after her.

“I can’t believe he hit on you.” Mac would love to turn around and punch that asshole, but he has no business stepping in when Riley already handled it herself.

Riley scoffs, “That’s not even the worst thing he said today.”

Mac raises his brow. “Tell me.”

“Some racist shit I’m not going to repeat.”

There’s a weight on her shoulders, in her eyes, that Mac hasn’t seen since they confessed their feelings to one another. He’ll be the first to admit he’s been hiding behind those feelings and their shiny new relationship in order to avoid the reality of the Patriots. What they’re doing. What they believe in. Because the reality is that this is a group of white men who have turned their racism into a political agenda, backed by the kind of artillery no civilian has any business having. Artillery they have no issue using in order to get their way.

It’s not lost on Mac that this assignment is far worse for Riley than for him.

“I know we talked about going out tonight,” Riley says, “but can we just go home?”

Mac is learning the best thing he can do for her is create and maintain spaces she feels safe. So that’s what he’s going to do.

Outside, he opens the car door for her. “I’ll drive,” he offers, not because it’s the man’s job to drive but because she’s been on high alert all day and deserves a chance to zone out. The least he can do is get them home safe.

Let me carry this weight with you.

She lets him.

*****

When Desi arrives on their doorstep, Mac is struck with such a wave of homesickness that he pays little mind to the smug expression on her face. Or her goading, “I see once again nothing gets done around here without my help.”

And then their overwatch waltzes in like she owns the place.

Harley comes barrelling out of the bedroom, barking at the intruder in her space. Unfazed, Desi crosses her arms and tilts her head and says to the dog, “Honestly I’m offended you forgot me.” Harley quiets almost instantly and mirrors Desi’s head tilt as she decides whether Desi should be allowed to stay. Only after giving Desi’s shoes and pants a thorough sniff does Harley return to her usual observation spot on the end of the couch. She’s allowed, then.

Riley yanks her in for a tight hug, which Desi happily returns, leaving Mac to awkwardly watch. He and Desi don’t really do hugs anymore due to the whole ex thing. Even if he missed her.

“So,” Desi says, eyes sweeping the whole apartment before fixating on Mac and Riley. How close they’re standing. The wedding rings they’ve gotten in the habit of wearing even when alone. She definitely smelled that they used the same soap when showering (unfortunately separately) this morning; Riley isn’t wearing any perfume to cover it up. He sees the gears in Desi’s mind turning and wishes he couldn’t. The grin dawning on her face is downright diabolical. “Are you two fucking yet?”

Nevermind. She is a terror, and he didn’t miss her at all.

Riley chokes. “Excuse me, I have to go change my tampon.” After she all but runs from the room, Desi turns that smug expression on Mac. “Last I checked, a little blood doesn’t faze you.”

“Last I checked, you were all about keeping things professional.”

She shrugs and proceeds to give herself a tour of the apartment. Desi eyes the plants Mac keeps forgetting to water and lets loose a surprised huh at the lack of clothes (specifically Mac’s) on the floor before turning her focus on the bed. Pillows for two, sheets pulled back on both sides. In hindsight, they probably should have made it less obvious. “You’re not fucking,” she says slowly, “but you are sleeping together.” Not a question.

“We’ve been here for over a month. No one’s back can handle that long on a couch. Besides, it’s not like Riley and I haven’t slept together a hundred times before.”

Desi smirks.

He walked right into that one.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

Desi doesn’t need to know about the condoms in the nightstand drawer. Although there’s a definite possibility she’ll go through all their stuff the moment he and Riley leave her alone in the apartment.

Or maybe not, considering Desi’s reaction after Harley sniffs through her bag and pulls out the small bottle of pain meds she has stashed. Harley brings Mac the bottle, and Desi frowns and says, “Your dog’s a narc.”

Out of habit, Mac quickly glances at the label, noticing that she’s taking the strong stuff again. He needs to keep an eye on that. When Desi isn’t looking, he gives Harley a treat.

They get straight to work planning the governor’s fake assassination once Desi settles in, mostly to prevent her from asking any more nosy questions.

Desi is much better at this than they are. In fact, one of the first things she does is tell them their plan leaves way too much room for error. That they need to account for every route the governor might take so that the sniper (her) won’t end up out of position. Sharing a look behind her back, Mac and Riley sigh as Desi proceeds to redo most of their work.

As the day passes, Harley becomes instant BFFs with Desi and, that night, even sleeps on the couch with her. Mac thinks their dog is a traitor. Especially when he catches her as the little spoon tucked snugly into Desi’s chest. He supposes they get along so well because they’re both so stubborn and bossy.

On the bright side, with Harley sleeping on the couch instead of her usual spot—in the middle of the bed, head on Riley’s stomach, ass in Mac’s face—he and Riley can actually have some alone time for the first time in, well, ever.

Of course, Riley wants to waste it by talking.

Talking.

“Do you think she knows?” Riley asks quietly, not wanting Desi to overhear. They’re both lying on their backs, not touching, which Mac thinks is ridiculous despite not being brave enough to grab her and pull her close.

“I don’t think we were that obvious, no.”

“She’s not stupid.”

“No she is not.” Believe me, Mac wants to say. I know.

“I know we agreed not to tell anyone until after this is all over, but now that Desi is here. . .” Riley trails off. “Should we tell her? It feels wrong to lie to her, of all people.”

It does feel wrong. They should be upfront about it. But no matter that the three of them are in a great place now, telling Desi will still be awkward. Mac isn’t wild about having to tell his ex that the thing she once confronted him about, years ago, did come to fruition after all. After Mac swore on his life that it wouldn’t.

Not to mention. . .

“Bozer’s feelings will be hurt if he’s not the first to know.”

Riley swears. “I don’t want to tell him over the phone. This is—” she reaches across the bed, grabs his chest— “too big for that.” Mac’s pulse skyrockets under her touch, even with his shirt between them.

“I agree.”

He needs more; her hand on his chest isn’t enough. He wants her under his skin. But since that isn’t physically possible, he settles for the next best thing: nestling her against his chest.

Her breath warm against his neck, Riley says, “If we don’t tell her, then we can’t do any PDA or anything else couple-y in front of her. Even if she figures it out, we still shouldn’t do it. It’s not fair to make her watch all that. Not when she’s stuck with us, not when she can’t leave.”

Mac recalls the time when their roles were reversed and Riley was the third-wheel roommate watching him and Desi be a gross couple. A time during which he now knows Riley harbored feelings for him. He kisses her forehead. “Are you thinking about when you were in her shoes?”

He almost misses her quiet, “Yeah.”

He holds her tighter. “I’m sorry I put you through that. If I had known. . . I wouldn’t’ve.”

“I didn’t want you to know.”

“And now?”

“Now,” Riley interrupts herself by kissing him. “I’m going to tell you I love you every day for the rest of our lives.” She checks to make sure the bedroom door is shut before straddling him, and he grips the backs of her thighs.

Good thing Desi sleeps like the dead.

*****

Electric heat runs through his veins. Her back is to his chest like it so often is, but they aren’t sleeping.

Far from it.

It’s the best dream he’s had in a long time.

His hand slips under her shirt, teasingly brushing his thumb across the underside of her breast. Only when she whimpers does he touch her with more purpose. Intent. The heady scent of her fills his nose. He can’t usually smell things in a dream, but Mac certainly isn’t complaining about it. Wanting her for so long has made him desperate to have her in any way he can. He nips at the sensitive skin below her ear, and her hips rock back into his.

He feels every inch of her against him, that tantalizing mix of soft curves and hard muscle. God, what a dream.

Fingers circle his wrist, and then she’s moving his hand down, down the smooth plane of her stomach, down to the elastic waistband of her shorts. She’s not wearing any underwear. Only the shorts.

He hears her breathless cry, then feels the very real pain of her nails digging into his forearm.

Mac’s not dreaming anymore.

He’s wide awake now, and when he opens his eyes Mac realizes his dream was not, in fact, a dream. Riley has a hand clamped over her mouth to muffle her cries as she guides his fingers over her body. Her hips grind into his, harder now. Encouraging him.

He has never in his entire life wanted something more than he wants her right now.

In the back of his consciousness, he registers nails clicking on the floor, followed by the soft sound of the front door shutting. Desi is awake and letting out the dog. They have just minutes before she'll barge in to use the apartment’s sole bathroom. Shit.

“Riles,” he murmurs, lips brushing her ear. He kisses her neck. “We can’t.”

“Just get a towel and it’ll be fine. There won’t be that much blood.”

“No, not because of that.” He removes his hands from beneath her clothes, resigning himself to finish this in the shower, alone. “I’m not fucking you when we have an audience.”

The front door again. Harley barks, demanding to be fed. Faintly, he hears Desi telling the dog to have some damn patience.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Riley groans into her pillow, and Mac strokes his fingers down her back in apology.

He scrambles to find something to say to make this better, ultimately landing on, “I could wake up every day like this.” She shivers, and he continues, “Do you know how badly I want you? Want this?”

Riley’s fist clenches around the sheets.

There’s a swift knock at the bedroom door, but before either of them have a chance to respond, it opens and Desi pokes her head in. Mac rolls away from Riley too late; there’s no way Desi didn’t see how close they were. And Riley—damn her—pretends to be asleep, leaving Mac to deal with their nosy overwatch on his own.

Desi walks in dressed for a run. She doesn’t say a word, although the look on her face says plenty, as she quickly uses the bathroom. When she emerges, she announces, “I’m going on a run and will be gone for exactly one hour. While I am cool with this—” she gestures between them, and her approval is odd to come to terms with— “I do not want to see either of your naked asses when I return. Got it?”

In translation: Do not waste this opportunity because if I catch you I swear to god I will kill you myself.

Mac bites his tongue to hold in an irreverent Yes, ma’am, fearing he’d get punched if it slips.

Something softens in Desi’s eyes as she observes the way the pillows are only squished in the middle of the bed, proof that Mac and Riley slept mere inches apart. She asks, “Do you love her?”

She asked him that question once before, but where that time was spiteful, this time is in earnest.

“I do,” he replies. “Please don’t. . . We haven’t told anyone yet.”

Desi smiles sadly. “Your secret is safe with me. That’s never changed.”

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