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The Deployment Diaries Part 8 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You take a deep dive into work to distract yourself from missing Bradley while he's gone.

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, angst, adult banter, smut

Length: 4100 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots! Check my masterlist for the reading order!

Bradley was delighted to find out that the dirty photos were not a one off. You spoiled him so well. As the carrier was leaving the San Diego harbor, you texted him three photos.  The first one was simply a cute selfie of you smiling and sitting on the kitchen floor with Tramp on your lap. The other two had him stepping away from Nat so he could get a closer look. You had somehow managed to put on his flight suit and aviators one day without him knowing. The suit was huge on you, and you'd left it unzipped, leaving your breasts and landing strip exposed. You were smirking, and pushing his sunglasses low on your nose.

"Holy fuck," he muttered as he scrolled to the last one. It was you in that UVA shirt you loved so much. You took the photo over your shoulder in the mirror with the shirt pulled up, so he got to see your gorgeous tits and your round ass in the same photo.  He was scrambling to call you while he still could. "Hi, Roo!" you said, and your voice still sounded tear-filled. "I miss you already!" "Baby Girl, you're getting me hard and you're not even here. Thanks for the photos." "You're welcome," you replied with a watery giggle. "I love you." "I love you, too." ---------------------------------------- When you got home around lunchtime, you ran into your bedroom, Tramp right on your heels. You opened the nightstand drawer to find another paper airplane note and something wrapped in tissue paper. This note was addressed to you and Tramp, and a laugh bubbled from your lips. "It's for you, too," you told the dog, sitting down on the floor next to him. He jumped into your lap and licked your hands as you opened the note. Hi, loves of my life. I got this so we can all match now. I already miss you terribly, and I can't wait to be home again.I love you, Roo You unwrapped a yellow dog collar with a shiny, golden dog tag that read Tramp. It looked just like your necklace charm, which Bradley got for you to mirror his own dog tags.  You smiled as you replaced Tramp's plain black collar with the new one. "It's from daddy. He misses us already." Tramp just snuggled up closer to you, and you held him tight when the tears started again.  ----------------------------------- Bradley settled into a routine. Daily flight briefings each morning, lunch with Nat, flight simulation in the afternoon, and then dinner before hitting the gym. He felt relaxed in the gym this time, since the environment was Amaya free. And Nat had him doing some sort of weird pilates stretching that was actually helping him sleep better. Which was great, because his bunkmate snored.  Maybe he just needed to be deployed with Phoenix all the time. He was spending a good bit of his time with her, and not that he was looking at other women, but very few had been approaching him at all. Other than one woman who occasionally asked if he could spot for her in the gym while she did some bench presses. He had agreed to help her, and she ended up talking about her husband and kids the whole time while Bradley talked about you and Tramp. It was nice.  But it was more than a solid week in now, and Bradley still didn't get permission for a phone call or Facetime call, and he was getting so antsy. All he had been able to do was exchange a few emails with you. He learned that the three new engineers from Annapolis had arrived in your lab, and your commanding officer was letting you assemble the team as you saw fit.  Bradley was so fucking proud of you. You were so smart and so good at your job. He still wanted to get you up in the air with him, because he was sure you'd understand how to update the F/A-18 training protocols even better if you experienced it for yourself. Plus you'd get your own flight suit, and therefore you'd be the hottest backseater in history.  ------------------------------------- You had been nervous to meet the new engineers on loan from Annapolis, but they all turned out to be pretty great. Reggie was a good bit older than you and had a PhD in physics. Sonya grew up near your hometown, so you had a lot to talk with her about. And Josh was close to your age. He was also tall, dark and good looking. Not as good looking as Bradley, but still. You were thinking about introducing him to Maria.  "You need help with that?" Josh asked you as you struggled to carry a shipment box down the hallway from your tiny office to your lab. "Sure, thanks," you said with a smile, and he effortlessly took it from your hands and followed you back to the lab. You set Reggie up unpacking the new equipment. "Can you help me grab the rest from my office?" you asked Josh, and he instantly agreed.  You walked side by side down the hallway and fell into a conversation about where he was from. You had noticed he had a bit of a drawl like Hangman. "I'm from Houston," he told you with a charming smile.  "The only time I've ever been to Texas was to visit the Technical Training Center in San Antonio," you told him. "Is that close to Houston?" "Not too far. About a three hour drive. But Houston is much cooler. Go for the BBQ, stay for the cowboys," he told you with a wink. You laughed. "Sounds like a good time." You chatted as you made several trips up and down the hallways together. "If we were at the Naval Academy together, it's a shame we didn't meet sooner," Josh said. Your heart was starting to beat a little faster at the tone of his voice. Was he flirting with you? You weren't quite sure what to say. And when you stood together in your office, it was very apparent how small the room really was.  "Yeah," you replied cautiously. "Well, I was a bit of a bookworm, so I didn't make it out to a ton of parties or campus events." Josh chuckled as he held the door open for you. "You don't look like a bookworm." You pressed your lips together, and when you got back to the lab, you joined Sonya and Reggie at one of the long tables. ------------------------------------------ When you had a meeting with Commander Bickel, he asked you what you thought of the Annapolis crew. "They all work really hard. I don't know which one is going to be the best fit yet, but give it some time." And as it turned out, you worked well with each of them. They were all easy to get along with, especially Josh. You and he were exactly the same age and had a lot in common. He did seem to get a little flirty at times, but if he started to cross a line, you would just have to let him know you had a boyfriend. It wasn't a big deal. But Bradley had been gone for almost two weeks, and you had only been able to email with him. It was agony. The only bright spot was getting to spend your evenings with Tramp.  "Hey, buddy!" you called every day when you got home from work. The little ball of black and brown fur bounded out to meet you at the front door. He jumped and licked your hands almost nonstop until you clipped his leash on him and took him for a walk. He lived for his early evening walks, and you had been able to meet a bunch of your neighbors who also had dogs.  Two Fridays after Bradley shipped out, your phone rang during your walk with Tramp. You wrenched the thing out of your jeans pocket, almost losing it down a storm grate in the process. Restricted caller.  "Bradley?!" "Baby Girl!" "I miss you!" you gushed. "I miss you so much! How are you?" "I'm fine, Sweetheart. But I only have five minutes. Tell me how you are." "I'm out walking Tramp. He sends his puppy love," you said and relished the sound of Bradley's chuckle echoing through the phone. "Work has been insanely busy, which is great. I like all of the engineers so far. It's going to be hard to decide who gets to stay with the program." "Don't spend too much time at work," he told you, and your brain shifted to last night when you and Josh had eaten takeout together in the lab after hours as you worked on your program.  "I won't, Roo. How's Phoenix? She keeping an eye out for you?" Bradley filled you in on some of his mission details and promised you that he and Nat were doing great.  "I get to Facetime next week. Which day works for you?" he asked as you walked back up your sidewalk. "Any day! Any time! Just call and I will answer!" -------------------------------------- So you found yourself in the lab late into the evenings again the following week. You felt better in the lab than at home without Bradley. And you knew Tramp would be okay for another hour or so, since he had access to his doggy door. You had dismissed Reggie, Josh and Sonya for the day, but Josh had offered to stay late and help you. He must really want this position if he was willing to put in the overtime.  You and he were working on coding for the new software, and your eyes were getting so tired. "I wish I had worn my glasses today. This is rough." "Here, let's just enlarge the font size," he told you, gently removing your hands from the keyboard to adjust it for you. You sucked in a breath when he touched you, and then tried to play it off. "I bet you look cute in your glasses, though," he added. You froze, unsure how to respond. "Uh, you don't have to enlarge the font too much, or then it will be annoying for you." You needed to bring up Bradley, but how? You'd already known Josh for three weeks, and you'd said nothing about your boyfriend. It was kind of a big deal to you to keep personal conversations out of the workplace.  Shit. He was turning and smiling at you. "It's cool. As long as you can see better." You drew in a deep breath just as your phone rang. You stood to pull it from your uniform pocket, and Josh tracked your body with his eyes. Restricted Facetime Caller.  "I need to take this!" you told Josh, and you were answering the call before you even took a step away. As soon as you saw his face, your heart melted. He looked so handsome, and his hair was still wet from the shower. "Bradley!" "Baby Girl, I miss you! Is it a bad time? I see you're still at work." "No, no, no, just hang on a second," you told him with a smile. "I'll be back soon," you told Josh before you turned toward the door with your phone. "Who's that guy?" Bradley asked, after you presumed he was able to catch a glimpse of Josh as you were walking away.  "Josh, one of the engineers from Annapolis. He offered to stay late and help me tonight." You hustled down the hallway and unlocked your office door. "Hm," Bradley grunted as he frowned and raised one eyebrow. You closed yourself in your office and sat down at your desk. "God, Roo, you look and sound so good. All the pictures of you on my phone aren't cutting it for me." Bradley's hard expression melted into a smile for you. "Speaking of pictures, when did you take that one in my flight suit? You look like some sort of pinup model, and it does crazy things to my heart whenever I look at it." You giggled and licked your lips, and Bradley audibly moaned. "A pinup model? You want me to make you a calendar for your birthday?" you asked, knowing how much fun it was to tease him a little bit over Facetime. ---------------------------------------- Bradley's eyes went wide and his jaw went slack. He leaned in closer to the ipad screen and your grinning face. "Are you serious right now? You'd do that for me?" He watched you shrug, your khaki uniform shirt sliding over your breasts in the most alluring way. Bradley's dick was getting hard as he sat here in a little booth in the quiet area talking to you. He'd been jerking off to the photos of you when he could, but this was just painful, because he could hear you and see you and his body was demanding you. "Yeah, I'm serious right now. If you're interested. Of course you'd have to hang it up inside our bedroom closet or somewhere else nobody could see it!" "Fuck, Sweetheart. Yeah, that's what I want for my birthday. That, and an entire day in bed with you." "Consider it done," you said with a smirk, and he was groaning and biting his knuckle. God, you looked fucking delighted with yourself.  "Now tell me what's going on with your mission and Phoenix!" Bradley took a deep breath and filled you in on a few details. Soon he would be in Japan for a few days, and assuming he could get a good wi-fi connection, he would be able to Facetime then.  "I can't wait to eat roughly my body weight in sushi," he told you with a smile.  "Good luck being able to afford 220 pounds of sushi on your per diem," you replied with a laugh.  "I love your laugh. I swear I dream about it at night," Bradley told you. "My bunkmate snores, so I've been working on a playlist for you and falling asleep to it at night to drown out the snoring." "You're making me a new playlist?" you asked, cradling your chin in your palm. Bradley knew playlists were your love language.  "Yeah, it's all the love songs that remind me of you. It's almost ten hours long already." "Roo," you sighed, and his heart clenched for you.  "Shit, Sweetheart. Time's up. I'll email you and we can Facetime when I'm in Japan. I love you." "I love you too, Roo!" Bradley disconnected the call and stood with a sigh. Luckily his boner had abated a bit, but now he was missing you terribly. That was the problem with only being able to talk to you occasionally; he either felt rejuvenated or shitty after the call ended. This time he felt extra shitty as he remembered what you had told him about Josh.  Bradley did not appreciate that Josh was constantly offering to stay late with you. That was basically guy code for 'trying to get into your pants'. Who the hell did that guy think he was? Sitting there at your laptop when you stood up? He even looked smug to Bradley.  All Bradley could hope for was that you were talking about him so frequently, nobody would even think to make a move on you. ----------------------------------------- When you returned to the lab with a smile on your lips, Josh pulled your chair out for you.  "Thanks," you murmured, and you watched him tapping away on your keyboard.  "Who was it that called you?" Josh asked, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. "My boyfriend, Bradley. He's deployed right now," you told him, checking his lines of code as he went.  "Oh yeah? He's a sailor? How long is his deployment?" "He's an aviator. It's an eight week deployment," you said, writing something down in your notebook to make sure you fixed a line later. "That's a long time. Those guys have terrible deployment reputations," he said, keeping his eyes on the screen.  "Nah, he's a good one." But you thought briefly how much easier it would be to date someone like Josh. Someone who wasn't constantly deployed and breaking your heart in the process. "Hmm, my wife would lose her mind if I was deployed for that long. Good for you." "You're married?" you asked, not sure why on earth you were still engaging in personal conversation with him.  "Yeah, her name is Chelsea. We got married last year. You'd probably get along well with her. She's really bored hanging out in our apartment all day. Maybe you'd want to meet her?" You suddenly felt much better about spending extra hours with Josh. If he was married, there was no way he was actually flirting with you. "Yeah, I'd love to meet her." He turned and smiled at you. "Great. I'll set something up." ------------------------------------------- Bradley was in sushi heaven. A conveyor belt was literally delivering delectable pieces of everything he could ever want to eat right to him. He already loved Osaka, Japan, and he was definitely bringing you back here with him someday.  "Haven't you had enough?" Nat asked from the stool next to his. "You've eaten so much, people are looking at us!" "No, Nat, I have not had enough. This shit is authentic and delicious. Grab that spicy tuna when it comes back around, would ya?" He was rolling some sashimi around in soy sauce with his chopsticks when he heard her ask for the bill. "Hey, I'm not done!" "Hurry up. It's almost 8 pm in San Diego. Aren't you supposed to be calling your girlfriend?" "Oh, shit. It got late." "Yeah, that's what happens when you spend an hour and a half eating lunch, Rooster."  So they hustled out of the restaurant and found a quiet park bench where Bradley could call you using wifi. But the call was taking forever to connect.  "She should be home. She told me she would be." His mind automatically flashed to you staying late in your lab with Josh. You'd been doing that a lot lately, according to your emails.  "Just give her a second," Nat said, and then you answered. You were in bed wearing your glasses and reading, and Tramp was next to you. And Bradley audibly let out a sigh of relief.  "Bradley! We miss you!" you said, aiming the phone down at Tramp, and Bradley got a good eyeful of your legs. You were wearing his tee shirt and your underwear, and now Bradley was almost salivating. "Tramp, buddy. I miss you," he said, and the dog perked right up. "I miss your mommy, too." "How's Japan?" "I love it here. You thought I couldn't eat my body weight in sushi, and you were wrong. Here, talk to Nat." "Oh my God, he's a nightmare," Nat told you once she had taken the phone from his hand. "I don't know how you deal with him on a daily basis." Bradley heard you cracking up. "It's not easy. He eats so much food!" Bradley rolled his eyes as Nat told you in detail how much he ate for lunch and how embarrassed she was when she got the detailed bill. "It said we ate a combined 57 pieces of sushi. I only had a dozen!" "I'm not even surprised," you responded. "How are you, Nat? I miss you both. The Hard Deck is boring without you there!" "We're fine. Flying a mission the day after tomorrow. Of course it's boring there without me. You're probably stuck playing darts with Jake. And I gotta tell you, Bradley is a bit of a mess without you. He likes to ramble on about you when we eat lunch together." Bradley took his phone back from his friend. "She already knows how pitiful I am over her, Nat. Don't you, Baby Girl?" he asked, looking at your face again. "I'm going to take a walk over there," Nat said, giving Bradley some privacy. "You're not pitiful, Roo. It's endearing and maybe just a tiny bit pathetic, but never pitiful." "Thanks, Sweetheart. I appreciate that. You home for the night? Not going back out?" "I'm dressed for bed! Where would I be going this late?" you asked, and Bradley watched Tramp stretch up and lick your cheek. God, he was so jealous of that animal.  "Just checking. You've been spending a lot of time at work." He added with Josh in his mind.  And then he had to listen to you confirm what he had been thinking. "Yeah, I stayed a bit late today, but only until Chelsea called Josh and told him she had dinner ready. I'll probably stay late again tomorrow. The coding goes so much faster with two people." This man did not sound to Bradley like someone who was married. Hell, Bradley wasn't even married to you yet, and he was home as promptly after work as was humanly possible so he could spend his time with you. "Do Reggie and Sonya ever stay late?" he asked, getting mad at himself for feeling the way he did. "Not yet, but when we reach the next interface, it's more Sonya's specialty, so maybe then she will. But I don't want to talk about work, Roo." "What do you want to talk about, Baby Girl?" "I don't really want to talk at all." Bradley's brow scrunched up as he was about to question what that meant, but he watched as you set Tramp down on the floor, and then you started pulling his oversized shirt up and over your belly. A second later he was staring at your breasts, and a second after that, the shirt was gone completely. "Oh, shit!" He started longingly as you propped your phone up and knelt in front of it. "I would rather watch you while I touch myself. I think this is the only way I'll be able to get any relief." Bradley watched with bated breath as you ran your fingers along your beautiful tits before letting one hand drift down into the front of your lacy thong. He knew that underwear by heart, had taken it off of you so many times. "Baby Girl, you're giving me a boner on a park bench in a foreign country. Holy shit, you are so fucking sexy." Bradley glanced around, found that nobody was too close to him, and spotted Nat sitting over by the fountain.  He gave you his full attention. You used your free hand to yank your underwear down, and now Bradley was able to see you working your fingers around your clit. "Keep talking, Roo. God, I love your voice so much." He took a deep breath. "I keep thinking about the first time I saw you in that underwear. You wore those to the barracks on Halloween when you were dressed in that little Tinker Bell costume." You bit your lip and slipped your fingers inside while Bradley gaped at you. "I was also wearing them when you fingered me next to the Bronco the evening after the Padres game. You just didn't get a chance to see them that time." You tipped your head back and your breathing was getting heavier. "Fuck! Y/N. I need you to come. I need to watch you come while you're riding your own fingers and talking to me." So you looked back at him, pumped your fingers harder and harder as your thumb moved to your clit.  "Come on, Baby Girl. I want to hear you moaning. I want to see that pretty face all flushed." "Bradley!" you moaned as you came, and he was so familiar with the noises you made, he was actually panting now. "Roo! Oh!" He watched as you grabbed your phone and collapsed back against the pillows, your tits bouncing beautifully as you did so. "Thanks, Sexy. I needed that," you said as you giggled and licked your fingers clean. "Fuck it. I'm heading to the airport and flying home." You giggled more and he smiled at you. "You feel better now?" "Yes. Much." "Good for you, Sweetheart. Now I'm going to have to deal with some blue balls, but it was definitely worth it to see that show."

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Well, this deployment feels different than the last one.

Part 9

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Echoes of Ice and Steel: A Clone Wars Odyssey

Chapter One: Frostbitten Loyalties

CHAPTER ONE:

Frostbitten Loyalties

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Snow. The frozen microcrystals coated the landscape like a blanket over a bed. It was just as beautiful as it was dangerous, easy to get lost in its beauty when the lines that separated the horizon from the sky were washed away by the pure white powdery crystals. It was nothing new to him. A clone Corporal that had been specially trained for cold climates and high altitudes, hence, the name he chose; Polar. 

“Corporal? Sir? Are you there?” His comm link rang out.

“Oh, Um, Yes-” Polar stammered, “Yes I'm here, Butch… What is it?”

“You missed your check in… That's all, Sir.” The Clone named Butch replied. He was a stickler for protocol and orders, making sure to follow them exactly how they were supposed to be done. 

Polar found it a little annoying, but endearing at the same time. “All good, trooper. I was just thinking, that's all.” He said before going quiet on his end again, staring back at the landscape. Rico, another member of his team, teased Butch about calling the Corporal out like that, since it had only been barely a minute since the check time passed. Butch was still a shiny, so doing things by the book was how he'd been trained. Polar listened to them go back and forth about things before finally stepping in. 

“Girls, Girls! You're both pretty, Now cut the chit-chat on the main comms.”

“Yes, sir.” was heard from both of the bickering troopers after the other.

Polar stood on the outskirts of the base after checking the motion sensors and cleaning the icicles off of them. He looked up at the mountains, his eyes tracing the peaks and valleys. He started making his way back to the base, the cold was just now starting to get to him after hours of being out there. His phase I armor was the cause of that. It had built in life support and temperature regulation, unlike the new phase II armors, which were more cheaply made to be lighter and easily mass-produced. 

The durasteel blast door creaked as it slid open, then closed it behind, as the cold Corporal came into the bay to warm up before going up to the control bridge with the rest of the crew. As his helmet Depressurized with a hiss, Polar thought about the first time it happened in an accident. He had been hiking a high mountain to recover one of his fallen brothers from a group of bandits who had stormed their base to steal their supplies and just wreak havoc in general. 

His helmet depressurized, causing him to nearly suffocate as the oxygen was too thin for him to breathe.  He ended up holding his breath for nearly ten minutes while he tried to fix the pressure seal on the rim of the helmet. After he arrived back at the base.  He trained his lungs to be able to hold his breath for a long period of time to be able to survive like that if nobody was there to help him if his helmet depressurized again.

“Sir? You alright?” Ebony, the door guard trooper, asked Polar. Ebony was confused and concerned as to why his Corporal was just standing there, staring into nothing.

“Oh, yes, sorry… just lost in thought. Thanks for letting me in, Eb.” Polar answered while taking off his helmet. Thin strands of loose platinum blond hair stuck to his face from a tiny sheen of moisture that collected on his forehead from the heat of the helmet. He took a long breath and wiped his head, brushing back his hair as he and Ebony proceeded to the elevator. The filtered oxygen of the base was a lot nicer than the filters in the helmets; not only more pure, but warmer. 

Polar and Ebony made their way up to the main control room of the base. Butch, Offbeat, Nonk and Rico, who were sitting in the room at the table playing cards, quickly stood at attention when they saw Polar enter the room.

“At ease boys…” He said, and they immediately slackened their posture and went back to casual stances. “Anything interesting happen while I was gone?” The light haired clone asked, setting his helmet down on a table before walking to look at the holo screens to observe the data logs. 

“Nothing really important… Rico stubbed his toe and said swears that I didn't know existed, so that's cool I guess…” Ebony said in his usual apathetic tone and slumped onto one of the benches lining the table. 

“That's not surprising… Are you sure he didn't just make them up?” Polar inquired, “Because it wouldn't be the first time he's done something like that.” He chuckled and shook his head as Ebony rolled his eyes and looked back at his datapad. 

A chime came from the computer and a transmission request came through… it was from the chancellor himself. He answered it, and the others turned their attention from their tasks to the hologram display of the chancellor in a hooded robe.

“Execute Order sixty-six.”

“Yes sir.” The whole team, except for Polar, said and then went back to their business. There was no Jedi in sight, or even on the planet for all they knew, so there was nothing to do except continue with their other activities. Polar had a puzzled look on his face.

“Uhh…. What was that order again?”

“Order sixty-six is to execute the Jedi, Sir, they are traitors.” Brutus replied as if it was no big deal that they had just been told to kill the people they’ve fought with since the beginning of the war.

Polar exclaimed in an utterly confused tone, “HUH!?” and Brutus’s hand went to his blaster holster.

“Are you saying you’re not going to obey the order? Sir? Good soldiers follow orders.”

“No, I- was just- confused, that's all, Brutus…” Polar put back on his commanding voice and told Brutus to stand down. 

He thought for a moment, before walking to grab his helmet and leave the room. 

“I'll be in my quarters, if any of you need me… just come get me- or call me on the comms.” The Corporal said as he went out of the sliding durasteel door and into the corridor towards the team's quarters. A perk about their team being the only one at the small base was that they each got their own small, private rooms instead of a big barracks room like on Kamino or on a larger base. Being a clone, where your needs weren’t always met the same as nat-borns most of the time, having a private room was a small luxury, but still a luxury that he had. Taking off his armor, he thought about the order just given to him and all of his comrades. Polar tucked away his armor pieces, and his tattered cloak into the storage box, then sat on his bed in his blacks. He contemplated changing into his fatigues, or just into another pair of blacks, he ultimately ended up choosing the clean pair of blacks over the loose fatigues. 

About two hours of reading a holo-drama novel, Polar’s eyes started to get heavy and droopy. He yawned, setting his datapad down on the nightstand and getting up to turn the lights down, still keeping the room lit with one single light so it wouldn't be pitch black darkness. As he was walking back to his bed, he took the elastic ribbon out of his hair, the piece that was keeping it up in a small bun, and let his hair fall down. He sighed in the slight relief caused by the release of the tension in his scalp. Scratching his head and sitting down on the side of his bed, he stretched one more time and laid down, pulling the blanket over himself. 

Just as he was falling asleep, his comm went off. Beep beep beep beep beep beep.

He grabbed it and answered it with a tired voice, “This is Corporal Polar.” 

“Hi sir, Um, we just got a request to come back to Kamino within the next two rotations for an event.”

“Okay? And you needed to tell me this now?”

“Well, I suppose I could have waited…”

“You could have, yes. Bright as always Brutus… Is there anything else you'd like to tell me while you have me on call?”

“Um, nothing I can think of right now, I’ll call you again if I think of anything, Sir!”

“Well, Brutus, I appreciate your enthusiasm, but I would like to sleep, so only call me if it’s really urgently important, ‘kay?”

“Affirmative, Sir! Sleep well, Sir. The boys say goodnight too.”

“Thanks, Good night…”

The communication signal ended with a click noise, and Polar put his comm back onto the nightstand. He closed his eyes and tried to do his routine of tensing all of his muscles and releasing them with a deep breath, starting with his face; he scrunched it, making the scar across his nose bridge pull slightly painfully, but a bearable amount. After his routine was over, he was much more relaxed and closed his eyes, pulling his blanket back over his shoulder and settling into a comfortable position. 

Chapter one end

Characters used:

Corporal Polar (Has Lieutenant privileges but thinks Corporal sounded cooler with his name)

Sergeant Rico

Trooper Ebony

Trooper Butch

Pilot Offbeat

Pilot Nonk

I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I'm kind of just making this for fun, so sorry if its inconsistent. I plan on posting the chapters all together when it is done on Ao3, but I have to wait for the invitation first.

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View from the Helmet

HUD Integration Enhances Paramedic Body Armor Suits

In a society that thrives on precision and control, the latest breakthrough in paramedic technology comes in the form of the Generation 5.2 HUD (Heads-Up Display) system, integrated into the body armor suits of our dedicated paramedics. Developed under strict protocols by the innovative minds at Chilon Tech Corporation, this HUD system is poised to revolutionize the way our paramedics operate on the field.

X5UI7: "The HUD? It's like having a second set of eyes that can see through walls. It's a game-changer, especially when seconds can make all the difference."

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The Generation 5.2 HUD system also features an innovative graying-out mechanism that minimizes visual clutter by dimming non-focus or unimportant items. This means paramedics can maintain their focus on critical elements while reducing cognitive load. Moreover, the HUD provides wearers with real-time feedback on their own physical conditions, ensuring they are at peak performance even in the most challenging scenarios.

X8JN3: "It's ironic, really. They give us these advanced HUDs to enhance our abilities, but then they decide which parts of reality we get to see. It's like we're on autopilot, following the prompts without even questioning it."

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The inclusion of helmet cameras in the Generation 5.2 HUD system opens up a new dimension of situational awareness. With a 360° view of their surroundings, paramedics gain an unprecedented understanding of their environment, allowing them to respond effectively to every angle of a situation. This comprehensive view not only enhances safety and decision-making but also ensures nothing is overlooked during critical missions.

C4C39 "Thanks to the HUD overlay and the seamless integration of the helmets into the VR systems, our training scenarios have taken a leap into the future. It's like stepping into an alternate reality where every decision we make matters. It's both exhilarating and a bit eerie, knowing that the lines between training and reality can sometimes blur so perfectly."

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The integration of VR training systems with the Generation 5.2 HUD takes paramedic training to an entirely new level. Through seamless connectivity, paramedics can transition from virtual training scenarios to mission ready mode with a simple command by their superiors. This immersive experience offers realistic simulations of various emergency situations, allowing paramedics to sharpen their skills, adapt to different environments, and practice teamwork in a risk-free virtual space.

[freesia-writes]

Howzer + Aurelia Ch. 28 - Shifting Protocols

Even as a cocky young shiny, there were a few people who saw the integrity and depth beneath Howzer's facade. Aurelia was one of them, but life tore them apart. However, when they found themselves reunited on Ryloth, with drastically different circumstances, they have to learn anew how to navigate a changing world and their undeniable feelings for one another.

Master List of Chapters

Content/Trigger Warnings for Entire Work (individual chapter posts not labeled): wartime peril, injury, and death (chapters 12-14); pregnancy, birthing trauma, and infant loss (chapters 31-38); sexual assault up to kissing (chapter 19); relationship passion up to making out and heavy petting; sexual relationship alluded to but not described (no smut, sorry) ;)

Word Count: 1.1k

28. Shifting Protocols

"Alright men, look sharp," Howzer commanded from beneath his helmet, walking in front of his lined-up squad. "We've got a new patrol group coming in, and the better we train them, the less we have to clean up after them. Got it?" 

"Yes, sir!" they chorused.

"At ease," he answered, and they turned to watch the fresh batch of troopers arrive. It had been a few months filled with rotating platoons and training drills, with a heavier focus on the doonium mine and refinery. The new group approached Howzer's squad, and there was some surprise at the mixed group: there were clones as well as other humans, all walking toward them with their helmets at their sides. As they arrived, they halted as one, moving into formation and pulling their helmets on, waiting quietly for orders. 

The day wore on, full of training drills and procedures for various scenarios. The occasional theft was the extent of their worries, and the Empire hadn't seemed concerned enough about them to improve any protocols, so they went through the motions with familiarity. After hours of practice and review, they were finished, and Howzer dismissed the newbies. His squad lingered, pulling their helmets off and exchanging a few quips and jabs.

"Cantina tonight?" asked Steady, stretching his neck side to side. 

"I'm in!" Demo answered, clicking an attachment off the muzzle of his blaster and tucking it into a thigh pouch before holstering his weapon. 

"Too loud," a grumble came from behind.

"I agree, Loner. And I'm gonna use the extra shower time if the two of you go," said Zip, who had been absent from the last adventure as well. 

"I'll come!" a bright voice announced, as a trooper with dark green marks on his armor poked his head out from behind Howzer's shoulder. "If that's alright..."

"Sure thing, Fireball. We'll get you settled right in," Steady answered congenially. 

"It's nothing like Kashyyyk though," Demo warned, grinning mischievously. 

BOOM. A barricade exploded in the shipyard as a ground transport plowed through it, careening toward the distant canyon. The men startled into action, pulling helmets on and drawing blasters, and Howzer took immediate command. Mounting a few nearby speeders, the rest piled into a low-altitude assault transport and took off in pursuit. Two of the speeder bikes raced along the top of the canyon, finding a narrow point where the canyon path the transport was on seemed to converge. Aiming their blasters at the rock walls opposite each other, they created a rockslide with a flurry of well-placed shots, and the boulders tumbled into the canyon below, creating a formidable obstacle.

The stolen transport skidded to a halt, spinning sideways as the rocks crashed down in front of it. Howzer and his LA-AT team were not far behind, coming in for landing to cut off their escape. Troopers spilled out its sides, sprinting toward the stolen transport with blasters drawn. A small group readied to break into the steering compartment, and the rest approached the rear. Fanning out into position, they stood at the ready as two moved in to place a detonator on the back door. With a single arm signal, they folded to the sides for cover, and with one last drop of the hand from the Captain, it exploded, causing the large metal panel to fall off its hinges. 

Filing in with weapons at the ready, the clone troopers discovered, as the dust settled, that the transport was not full of weapons or credits, but thin, sallow-skinned Twi'leks with raggedy clothes cowering before them with their arms in the air. Demo hesitated, aiming his blaster back and forth between two adolescents that couldn't have been far into their teens, looking quizzically at Steady from beneath his helmet. Howzer glanced from face to face, searching for anyone in any position of authority and finding none. He leapt back out, heading to the front of the transport, where his brothers had apprehended the three in the drivers compartment, who were now standing in the headlights with their hands behind their heads, guarded on every direction. 

"What's going on here?" Howzer demanded. 

"Ryloth needs to be freed!" came the thickly-accented answer from a tall female Twi'lek with a fierce glare. 

"So you're kidnapping your own people?" he challenged, addressing her now. 

"Kidnapping? We are releasing them from slavery!" 

"They're employees! Hired by the Empire!" yelled Loner from behind Howzer, who waved a hand to silence his comrade. 

"Look at them, Captain," said the Twi'lek woman, quieter yet more emphatic now. "Do they look like employees?" 

He turned to look at the crowd behind him, where his squad had gathered the stowaways in a messy cluster. They looked fearful and confused, as well as tired and resigned. His brow furrowed beneath his helmet, and he turned back to the woman. "Did you take any weapons? Credits? Materials?" 

"No, only our brothers and sisters. You can understand that as a clone, no?" 

Howzer hesitated, glancing to his side where Zip and Steady had rallied behind him, now being joined by Demo and Fireball. Thoughts racing, he considered the situation, pulling his helmet off in a show of humanity. His squad did the same, lowering blasters and releasing the tension a bit as they showed their identical yet unique faces. The pause lingered for a moment, then was broken by the singular sound of a light thud followed by quickening beeping. 

"Grenade!!" shouted Demo, and everyone sprang into action, diving for cover anywhere it was found. The blast rocked the canyon, and the ensuing chaos was a blur in Howzer's memory.

* * * 

"That's the entire report?" Rampart's smooth voice queried as he strolled across the line of Howzer's squad.

"Yes sir," Howzer answered, standing at the end of the line, chin raised.

"Hmm," the Admiral said thoughtfully. "It's a shame. These insurgents are getting more organized, and they are becoming an increasing source of trouble. How they managed to get an entire group out of there on foot is beyond me, but they are clearly more capable than we previously thought. In the future, Captain, don't waste the manpower or time in pursuit. Simply obliterate it from the air. That would have dealt with the problem without losing two of your men."

"But sir, it was full of civilians," Howzer answered hesitantly.

"Civilians, materials... whatever it is," Rampart bulldozed, and a few clone troopers shifted minutely in their armor, "It needs to be made clear that their efforts will only be met with great loss."

"Yes sir," Howzer said automatically, insides churning. 

"You're dismissed."

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Hello internet, have another snippet of the fake Sith!Obi-Wan AU I cannot shake. See here, here, here, and here for more.

Cody thanked his lucky stars that, while the Vanguard nominally served as the flagship of High General Ti, she had factually hardly set foot on it since the early days of the war.

The High Council had decided that Cody, with his advanced training and rank of marshall commander, could command the star destroyer just as well, which left Ti free to permanently station herself on Kamino, providing input and guidance on how to best train the cadets that the Kaminoans and their non-Jedi instructors could not. The adjustment of going from their training exercises to fighting under and alongside Jedi had been difficult, at the beginning, but having Ti influence their education and training plans gave new generations of shinies more realistic expectations.

Plus, it now left Cody with the small mercy of at least not having a Jedi sit before him live and in the flesh, ready to reach out with the Force and pick apart his attempts at deflecting, excusing, and outright lying about what he knew about Kenobi.

Still, standing at attention in front of the collected Jedi High Council, the members of which all also happened to also hold at least the rank of general in the GAR and thus outranking him, left him feeling like a cadet standing in front of the panel of trainers and longnecks that would decide if he had performed adequately or failed to live up to the standards.

"We of course don’t question the loyalty of your brothers, Commander.”

And Cody believed General Koon that he didn’t; the way Wolffe spoke of his General, the man had unofficially adopted the clones under his command into his lineage.

“Remain does the fact, however,” injected General Yoda, “that the Sith referred to as Ghost changed his M.O has.”

“General,” Cody said, still at attention and hiding behind the fact that no one had actually asked him a question yet.

“In the early acts of sabotage we attribute to the Ghost, he was not particularly squeamish as to how he achieved his goals. His focus did seem to lie on causing damage to the ships and other necessary tools, but his actions also directly killed many of your brothers.”

“General.” Kenobi had killed 274 of his brothers, to be exact. Cody remembered each of their names. And he’d bet that, at this point, Kenobi had looked up all the clones he’d made collateral in his rebellion against the Order before realising that they were not, in fact, meat droids, and knew each of their personnel files backwards.

“We of course remain dedicated to capturing the Ghost and bringing him to justice.” General Fisto blinked his dark, pupil-less eyes at him. Kriff, Cody didn’t care of that made him speciest, but those eyes gave him the creeps; you couldn’t read anything in them. How Monnk did it, Cody had no idea. Mh, then again, maybe that’s why Fisto had a reputation for taking off his clothes - generously exposed skin tended to distract from a lot of things. “But understanding his motivations and what caused the shift in his actions would help our Shadows in doing so.”

Cody also suspected that getting their Shadows in line would help doing so, but they could take that up with Vos themselves.

Windu leaned in. Cody, meanwhile, wondered if they had determined beforehand that they’d take turns speaking to keep him turning his head this way and that like an overwhelmed cadet trying to keep his eye on too many threats at once. Well, if that was the case, then they had miscalculated: Protocol allowed him to stare straight ahead, and he took full advantage of that and hadn't made eye contact once since the meeting had started.

“The first witnesses he left alive, Commander, were you and CT--”

“He goes by Chance now, General.”

“...and Trooper Chance. That was a significant break from pattern, followed by the longest phase of inactivity we have ever observed from him. And once he did start showing up again, he seemed to have... re-prioritized.”

“This Council is aware that the Ghost’s main goal seems to have switched from obstructing our war efforts, something we previously interpreted as him being aligned with the Separatists´cause and Dooku in particular, to delaying and preventing those campaigns in particular that are, regrettably, likely to come at a great cost of life, going so far as to insert himself in on-going action. We suspect that most of the Command class, at least, has noticed the same trend.” Ti inclined her head. “As Master Koon has said, we do not question the vode’s loyalty, Commander. We value and cherish your dedication, as we do your individuality and humanity. However, the facts remain: Due to the circumstances forced on us by the Separatists’ war and the requirements set upon us by the Senate, it is the Jedi who order you and your men into battle, and too often into death. The Ghost, meanwhile, at this point appears to care little for the war or a related purpose beyond limiting sentient casualties, which primarily equals clone casualties.”

“Commander.” Yoda paused, and paused, and paused, until Cody gave in and looked at him. “The will to live, natural is. Human it is. Understand it and expect it, we do, in you and your brothers. Your opinion of the Ghost, your own is. But affect your conduct, this opinion may not. This war, a necessity is. Not ask for it, we did, not want it, we do, but do our duty in it, we all must. And an enemy of the Republic, the Ghosts acts of sabotage make him. An enemy of the GAR and of all of us, they make him.”

Yoda stamped his gimmer stick on the ground with each sentence, emphasising his points.

“Of course, General. We remain dedicated to our duty.” Cody said, back straight, the very picture of the perfect soldier.

He did not volunteer the information that his very own increasingly aptly named Ghost Squad, at least, had already harboured the Ghost, even provided medical care for him, and was on its way to consider the information and advice he gave them to be more trustworthy than the official intel the GAR is provided with.

Yoda didn't ask, after all.

And if he had, Cody would have lied.

Curse Kenobi.

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[justfandomwritings]

Breakfast Club AU

Word Count: 800ish

Warnings: None

Summary: Breakfast Club... but make it Top Gun

Inspiration: @thislovewillsetyoufree

“We are in detention… The best pilots the U.S. Navy has to offer, and they gave us detention,” Hangman declares unnecessarily loudly.

None of them particularly want to be there, except maybe Bob; but Hangman is being particularly vocal about making his distaste known. His copy of the handbook is strewn across the chair he’s supposed to be occupying, and his feet are dangerously close to kicking Bob’s copy off the end of their shared table at any moment.

“It’s not really detention.” Bob clarifies trying to put on a brave face. “They just want us to read the updated guidelines for the F-18s after…”

Hangman cuts him off, “We just flew one of the most badass missions in the history of TopGun, and they want us to waste our first Saturday back reading a handbook about the plane we all just proved we can fly better than anyone else in the world.”

“You know,” Rooster purses his lips, trying to keep his exasperation at bay. “Maybe the time would pass a little faster for the rest of us if you just shut up for a few minutes.”

Phoenix rolls her eyes and extracts herself from beside Rooster, making a show of reaching down in her bag for the protein bar she brought with her to put some distance between her chair and his. She really doesn’t want to be in the middle of whatever this is.

“Maybe,” Hangman jumps to his feet, stalking slowly across the room towards Rooster’s table, “Time would pass faster for the rest of us if you weren’t wearing that awful shirt. Why is it so shiny? Does Barry Manilow know you raided his closet?”

Rooster’s hands are balling into fists on top of the desk. He isn’t actually going to take a swing at Hangman, not over this, but that man has a way of crawling under his skin. It’s like an annoying itch he just can’t scratch.

Hangman puts his palms on the front of Rooster’s table and leans over. “You look like a showgirl. Gonna put some lipstick on and give us all a nice little dance?”

“Back in your seat, Hangman,” Phoenix is only half-heartedly paying attention to the conversation. She means it when she says she doesn’t want to be in the middle of it, but this is really not the time or place. Her eyes are trained on the protein bar in her hand. It’s a new brand of protein bar, and she can’t decide if she likes it or not. “Or there’ll be two hits. Me hitting you. You hitting the floor.”

“Oh wouldn’t that be a sight. Defending your pretty little princess over here?”

Rooster lurches to his feet. His chair goes flying back and clatters loudly as the metal hits the linoleum floor.

Hangman pulls back, not completely, but just enough so he isn’t hunched over the table anymore. Rooster is angry, looks like he’s working himself up to shout at Hangman. But before he can, there’s a loud sound of one of the heavy metal doors in the hall swinging shut with a bang.

Someone’s coming.

By the time Cyclone enters the room, Hangman’s face is buried in Chapter 7 of the handbook. Phoenix’s protein bar wrapper is tucked away in the bottom of her bag. Rooster’s chair is back up, and he appears to be pouring over the details of the altimeter in the index at the back of the book. Bob is exactly the same as he was before Cyclone walked in, studiously reading his way through the section on emergency protocols.

They all hop to their feet and salute the Admiral as he enters the room.

Cyclone eyes them all suspiciously, glancing from Lieutenant to Lieutenant. “Everything all right in here.”

A chorus of “Yes, Sirs” greet his ears.

His eyes narrow in on Bob’s. There’s a Lieutenant who doesn’t know how to lie to him, “I thought I heard a ruckus.”

Bob gulps, “Could you describe the ruckus, Sir?”

Cyclone snorts derisively and turns to leave the room.

They all stay, standing at attention, until they hear the metal door of his office clang shut once more. Everyone sighs and relaxes back into their seats.

“Well,” At the back of the room, Maverick gets to his feet, speaking for the first time since they’d all got there, han“that was fun. Let me know how you kids find the rest of it.”

“Wait what?” Phoenix does a double take, “You finished already.”

“Oh!” Maverick laughs, “No, this thing?” He waves the handbook around before he tosses it back on the table, “They can’t make me read this; I basically wrote it. I was just hear to keep y’all company. But I think I’m gonna head out to meet Penny for lunch now.”

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Ventilation And Air Cleansing To Limit Aerosol Particle Concentrations In A Fitness Center Through The Covid

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Lmao so I saw some of those pictures of people getting scared in haunted houses and thought they were a funny reaction for the boys seeing grievous in spider mode for the first time.

#those haunted house pictures are so fckn funny #lmao now I’m picturing this being a #new shiny training protocol #house of horrors #where grievous pops out at the end and they get paparazzi’d #star wars #clone wars #tcw #commander cody #clone trooper waxer #clone trooper boil #general grievous #my fanart #I doubt they all saw him together the first time but let’s play pretend #haunted house reactions #sw art

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100 Bimbo rules.

Rule No 1: Your bimbo should always wear high heels.

Rule No 2: Make her go blonde.

Rule No 3: She needs to go big.

Rule No 4: Give your bimbos appropriate hobbies.

Rule No 5: Demand extra long finger nails.

Rule No 6: Enforce minimalist clothing.

Rule No 7: Demand free access all the time.

Rule No 8: Keep her hair shiny and long, wavy and voluminous.

Rule No 9: There is no too big, too fake, too plastic.

Rule No 10: Always let her go commando.

Rule No 11: Increase her self-worth constantly.

Rule No 12: Your bimbo loves to be in heat.

Rule No 13: Find bimbo friends for your bimbo.

Rule No 14: Never overstrain your bimbo's ability to comply.

Rule No 15: Give your bimbo a security blanket.

Rule No 16: Keep her lips filled all the time.

Rule No 17: Push your bimbo to the limit.

Rule No 18: Objectify your bimbo as often as possible.

Rule No 19: Dress her to impress.

Rule No 20: Train your bimbo's muscles before you let her go big.

Rule No 21: Bimbo lips are never too big.

Rule No 22: Give your bimbo a new name.

Rule No 23: Objectification is an art.

Rule No 24: Find ways to increase her self-worth.

Rule No 25: Showing cleavage is a must.

Rule No 26: Impracticality is important.

Rule No 27: Offer your bimbo consistency and stability.

Rule No 28: You know best.

Rule No 29: Be positive.

Rule No 30: Humiliate with style.

Rule No 31: Always keep your bimbo excited.

Rule No 32: Be condescending polite.

Rule No 32: Give the gifts which matter the most.

Rule No 33: Weaken your bimbo's impulse control.

Rule No 34: Big boobs will change her.

Rule No 35: Plastics is fantastic.

Rule No 36: Insist on ultra high heels.

Rule No 37: Rules matter.

Rule No 38: Read between the lines.

Rule No 39: Tiny useless purses.

Rule No 40: Spark her creativity.

Rule No 41: Take your bimbo's needs seriously.

Rule No 42: Simplify her life.

Rule No 43: Daily inspections.

Rule No 44: Choose appropriate attire.

Rule No 45: Give credit where credit is due.

Rule No 46: Don't plan ahead, enjoy the ride.

Rule No 47: Tell her, she is beautiful, no matter what.

Rule No 48: Create a safe word for mental shutdown.

Rule No 49: Underwear isn't an option.

Rule No 50: Learn basic bimbo speech.

Rule No 51: Judge by her smile not by her words.

Rule No 52: Stimulate her confusion.

Rule No 53: Help her to reinvent herself.

Rule No 54: Don't leave your bimbo unattended.

Rule No 55: Before breast enhancements keep your bimbo well-fed.

Rule No 56: Appropriate routes, when you take your bimbo for a walk.

Rule No 57: Accessibility trumps comfort.

Rule No 58: Set new standards.

Rule No 59: Free her from indecisiveness.

Rule No 60: Make her friends jealous.

Rule No 61: Allow for recovery time.

Rule No 62: Impose protocols.

Rule No 63: Encourage vanity.

Rule No 64: Always encourage girlishness.

Rule No 65: Don't interrupt the synchronization process.

Rule No 66: At least one photo a day.

Rule No 67: Pay attention to your bimbo.

Rule No 68: De-educate your bimbo.

Rule No 69: Create clear facts.

Rule No 70: Be her guiding light.

Rule No 71: Expose your bimbo.

Rule No 72: Plan periodically for pink weeks.

Rule No 73: Take photos of her without permission.

Rule No 74: A bimbo is an investment.

Rule No 75: Demand she maintains her composure all the time.

Rule No 76: Purify her femininity.

Rule No 77: Give her a hall pass.

Rule No 78: Force her to admit secret dreams.

Rule No 79: Rewire her desires.

Rule No 80: Tap her full potential.

Rule No 81: Give your bimbo a mantra.

Rule No 82: Give her life meaning.

Rule No 83: Listen to her needs, not her words.

Rule No 84: Allow for mental resting breaks.

Rule No 85: Feed her dissatisfaction.

Rule No 86: Save her from insignificance.

Rule No 87: Never forget, she is not your lover.

Rule No 88: Trust is good, control is better.

Rule No 89: Encourage open communication.

Rule No 90: Reveal her true being.

Rule No 91: Render her ID useless.

Rule No 92: Boobs make friends.

Rule No 93: Give her a sense of belonging.

Rule No 94: Support non-responsiveness.

Rule No 95: Release all of her impulses.

Rule No 96: Make her softer and daffier every day.

Rule No 97: Choice is an overwhelming concept.

Rule No 98: Take away her say.

Rule No 99: Feed her addiction.

Rule No 100: Bimbos are simply better!

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Imagine if Freddy went through something really traumatising (like being hacked by Glitchtrap and forced to hurt his friends, Vanessa and Gregory or snapping from anger accidently hurting someone for example). How do you think the gang will help him through it?

Welcome back! Hmm i think Freddy has already dealt with a lot of traumatizing things already; he’s suffered at the hands of being hacked into and losing control over his body-that in itself has left the uneasy, unsettling fear that despite how strong his will power is he has the capability to harm others without wanting to. That would always haunt him. Always make him cautious of his actions and always in the back of his mind worry about the damage that can be done even of his conscious will. Freddy (and Bonnie imo) is the most sentient of all the animatronics, don’t get me wrong they are all very much alive but Freddy (an Bon) is more advanced or maybe he’s just more aware than everyone else and with his personality he’s just a very caring and head strong person. All the glamrocks would have their own worries and insecurities, would have to be careful around their guests especially really young kids-they may have the safety protocols to know not to cause harm but that’s not the same as understanding their own strength and how much of it to use when interacting with humans who are much more fragile than they are. And it’s hard-I imagine they went through a lot of physical training to understand how powerful they really are and what forces are safe and destructive. Children want to touch and grab and be all over them, that’s how kids are. Freddy would always be careful and watchful of himself and the others because he would genuinely understand what they are capable of (especially what happened with the Vanny and Afton situation) so there would always be the inkling terror that creeps in the back of his mind.

If you want traumatizing let’s talk about my au Freddy! Gather around children there is an endless well of trauma in that mind of his. He is haunted by the horrors that dwelled beneath the plaza, not just the abandoned old restaurant location and the battle with Burntrap (cause being hacked into against his will is practically a form of figurative mind r@pe and we do not stan that shit in my house) especially since my Freddy is the reincarnated Michael Afton whose soul possessed the animatronic body and dwells within his shiny new frame. He has a shit ton of trauma from what he himself had done in the past and everything William did along with the deaths of his mother and siblings weighing him down and all the years of his life he never lived because he was hellbent on righting the wrongs of his father. He has a pretty big long list of traumatizing things he’s witnessed/experienced including his own death (being scooped alive and being a flesh suit for Enard that mind you had the soul of his sister attached to it ughhh it gives him nightmares) and then having to worry about losing himself to his father’s twisted mind control and ultimately being terrified he’ll become just like him and struggles with himself a lot because of his fears and insecurities. He used to be a huge jerk and although he’s grown so much and became an entirely different person altogether he is very hard on himself and criticizes himself constantly.

Because of all this trauma Freddy isn’t perfect despite his programming (none of the glams are either but that’s what makes them alive-they make mistakes, they give into the emotions that they are capable of feeling etc.) he is very much human in his body of metal and wires. Freddy isn’t one to lose his temper-he’s very patient and empathetic of others and even with the constant prodding and pushing of eager children he remains calm. That isn’t to say said patience can’t run out because even he has his limits (though it takes a lot to really cross the line for him). And with his past traumas sometimes all the attention and high expectations become too much for him and behind closed doors (he tries very hard not to ever let himself slip in front of the kids especially Gregory) he panics and snaps-sometimes the unfortunate victim being a worker or even his friends (again very rare) but immediately apologizes repeatedly because he truly does regret it the second he realizes what he’s done and he ends up reverting back into himself and the only people capable of bringing him out of it is Bonnie and Gregory. And the rabbit instantly has to reassure and comfort Freddy while pulling him out of the self deprecating headspace he often dwells in when he’s alone or something goes terribly wrong.

His friends would understand for the most part. Bonnie and Roxy would get him the most-Bonnie knowing about his past and knowing him better than anyone else. Roxanne would understand the emotional and mental aspect of his issues because she herself has problems with her self esteem and has anxiety and conflicted doubts directed at herself. Both of them would just get Freddy and would be able to handle him during his panic attacks; Bonnie being emotionally supportive while Roxy shoulders his bitterness-she can handle it (she’s the only other animatronic besides Bon that can face Freddy and not be shot down) her own issues are so powerful that nothing Freddy can throw at her is enough to push her away. And her tough hardcore outlook on things would really help him-she’s the tough girl, Bonnie is the more sensible one. He lets Freddy talk it out and is a shoulder for him to cry on.

Chica is also supportive as a caring and thoughtful friend-she is always ready to listen and tries her best to cheer Freddy up wherever he’s feeling down or having a bad day. She pumps him up, gets him to stop moping and work off those bad feelings. She’s definitely the friend that will talk shit and back you up over the problems you have while you both pork out on tubs of ice cream. Chica has Freddy’s well being in mind and always does her best to make his dreary day a whole lot brighter and she would cling to him and pull him out of his funk and get him to jam out with her until he no longer feels bummed.

Vanessa would be open to listen to whatever is bothering him though she’d be more reserved and listen more than talk. She’d be a buoy in the clashing sea of his emotions-remaining stern through the waves and not budge even when he’s at his worst. She’d get that sometimes the best thing you can do for someone is to just be there and let them express themselves. Freddy would appreciate that about her, that she can listen and also doesn’t hold back her opinions and punches. She’s direct, she’s straightforward and that steadies the bear-makes him feel like there is some control even though he’s not the one that has it.

Monty, well once things have generally settled between them (they wouldn’t become buddies straight away but they’d act civil around the other glams and their human companions) he’d be the last person that either of them would want to talk about conflicted feelings-the Gator isn’t good at the whole understanding your feelings thing and wouldn’t know how to handle a mentally breaking down Freddy-all he knows how to be is angry and destructive. Or at least that was all he knew how to be until Gregory had helped him to break free of his vicious cycle. Apart of him would revel in Freddy’s agony-would want him to feel as horrible as he himself had felt but he isn’t heartless. He’d realize how wrong that was and those thoughts would unsettle him and out of regret he’d try his best to help. He’d be honest with Freddy, that he doesn’t know what to say to make things better-he’s not supportive like Bonnie or cheerful like Chica...even Roxy has a better understanding than he does and she’s as hardcore as him. But his honesty would be what Freddy had always wanted from Monty and that’d be enough.

As for Gregory, our sweet boy. He’d calm Freddy down in an instant and words wouldn’t have to be said. Just a hug from the boy would he enough to melt away the Bears whirlwind of feelings. Gregory is just a kid, a matured one but still a child nonetheless and although there would be a lot of deep emotional trauma and stuff too dark for him to be subjected to or even be able to understand that wouldn’t stop him from telling Freddy how much he cares about him, that Freddy is doing his best and that to the boy he is the best. Freddy would find himself weak kneed and be sitting on his legs just hugging Gregory for a long while. Freddy wouldn’t need him to understand the trauma left behind from his past, he’d find comfort in being brought back to the present to the unconditional love and acceptance of his family and child. That’s really all Freddy needs anyways.

And Freddy would beat himself up every day if he ever harmed any of them (even Monty because somewhere a long the line they have only each other to lean on and everyone deserves to be cared about) he would be haunted by what ifs and could’ve beens but as long as they all stick together he’d remember that he doesn’t have to face himself or any challenge alone. He’d learn from his mistakes and make up for them in any way he can while continuing to keep moving forward.

Anyways that’s enough out of me, Rock on Superstars!

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[moondancer71]

Ok, so for the angst prompt here it is: "I don't hate you. I hate that after all of this, you're still trying to lie to me."

I'm ready for the tears.

So this angsty but I also think a bit fluffy? So maybe I can call this flangst? I hope you like this! 😅

CW: Mentions of gun shot wounds, hospital stay, and a near-death experience (nothing is explicit or graphic, so think more in line with episode 7x06 of Jon and Dany on the boat vibes).

"I don't hate you. I hate that after all of this, you're still trying to lie to me."

Ring....ring...ring

“Hello, is this Ms. Targaryen?”

“Yes, may I ask who's calling?”

“This is Dr. Luwin at Queenscrown Medical Center. I’m calling as your fiance, Commander Jon Snow, was recently admitted to our intensive care unit. He sustained multiple injuries while stationed Beyond-the-Wall during a mission…”

“I’m sorry, Dr. Luwin, there must be some sort of mistake, he told me he was stationed at Castle Black for the week, taking part in training sessions. I just spoke to him the day before yesterday.”

“I’m sorry, Ms. Targaryen. There is no mistake. He’s stabilized for now, but we need you to come down to the hospital as soon as you can.”

“Yes, of course. Uh, thank you, Dr. Luwin.”

Despite the urgency of the situation, Dany doesn’t immediately move from her seat on the couch. Her mind is racing, yet at the same time it also feels fuzzy and disoriented. She cycles through the phone call with Dr. Luwin, trying to wrap her mind around the news she just received.

Jon… injured Beyond-the-Wall… intensive care unit… stabilized for now… her mind trailing off at that last piece of information as she is not yet ready to consider the alternatives.

Shaking her head, she pulls herself out of her dark musings as she can’t afford to fall apart right now.

Pulling on her thick coat and boots, she grabs her keys and heads toward the hospital all the while fearing what she’ll find when she arrives.

After checking in at the ICU and speaking with Dr. Luwin about Jon’s condition, she is escorted to his room.

When she enters she can’t help the sob that escapes her lips and the hot tears that well in her eyes as she sees him lying in his bed.

His chest is bare save for the wires that monitor his vitals. She’d been told that he sustained numerous gunshot wounds to the chest, and she can see that his pale skin is marred with bruised and bloody scars from where the surgeons stitched him back together.

“Oh, Jon,” she whispers, her hand moving instinctively to her mouth as tries to stifle the sobs that still linger on her lips.

She slowly makes her way over to his bed, pulling up a chair to sit beside him. The room is silent save for the soft buzzing of the machines and Jon's shallow breaths.

She slides her hand into one of his, giving it a light squeeze. Due to the severity of his injuries, Dr. Luwin warned her that it might be some time before Jon wakes up.

She doesn’t know if he can even feel her sitting beside him or that it is her hand in his, but she holds it anyway; it not only brings her comfort to touch him and to know that he is still here, but she also hopes that it brings him comfort, too.

“Dany,” he calls to her, rousing her from her sleep. His voice sounds so tired and strained and contrasts to his normally strong, commanding Northern burr.

Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she looks up at him and offers a small smile. “Jon,” is all she can muster before she reaches over to envelop him in a tight hug. When he lets out a small groan she loosens her grip, murmuring an apology.

“What happened,” she asks.

“We were sent out on a last minute mission. We were ambushed… and you can guess what happens next…” his voice trailing off as he gestures to his scarred chest.

“I know you can’t tell me about your missions, but perhaps you could have at least warned me of the possibility of you being sent out again, Jon.”

“I’m sorry, Dany.”

“I know. None of this is your fault. I just… I worry.”

“I know,” he says, giving her hand a gentle squeeze as it remains entwined with his own.

“How are you feeling?” she asks, seriously.

“I’m alright. I think I’ll recover quickly so that we can go back home and get back to the way things were.”

The look she gives him must be somewhat alarming as he stops speaking rather abruptly.

“Are you angry with me? Do you hate me?”

She scoffs, pulling her hand from his, “of course I don’t hate you. I hate that after all of this,” she says gesturing to his wounded body, “that you’re still trying to lie to me.”

Although she has managed to keep herself from breaking down it’s at this moment that she finally gives in and lets her emotions overtake her.

The tears she has tried to hold back now flow freely, streaming down her face, and blurring her vision. She can taste the salt on her lips when she speaks, “we’re not fine, Jon. None of this is fine. You almost died.” She pauses, trying to catch her breath, “what would I have done? I would have been left all alone. Everything we ever talked about wanting, like having a family and growing old together, all of that would be gone.”

When she looks back at him she sees that his eyes are shiny with unshed tears. It startles her as he so rarely shows his emotions, beyond his broody and pensive demeanor.

“I’m sorry, Dany,” he murmurs as he moves to grab her hand again, “I know my job isn’t easy for you and that you always worry about me. I can’t always tell you what goes on during missions, but I can promise you that whenever I’m out there I do whatever I can to make it back home to you. I promised you a thousand years, remember?”

She can’t help but laugh at his words, “I remember. I’m marrying a bleeding poet.”

He lets out a small chuckle, though she can tell it pains him to do so with the way his chest tightens and clenches.

“Come here,” he says, gesturing to the empty space in his bed. Even though it is most likely against hospital protocols, Dany moves to join him. She settles in beside him, careful not to jostle him or any of the wires still attached to his chest. Resting her head against his shoulder, she lightly runs her fingertips along the length of his forearm, trying to soothe him. After a few moments, she can feel his body relax, his breathing beginning to slow down as he falls asleep, exhaustion setting in.

“I love you, Jon. Always,” she whispers before her eyes drift close.

#jonerys fanfic #jonerys #jonerys drabbles #jonerys fanfiction #my moodboard #angst #angst prompts

[bosspigeon]

i left a little something on the table for you

Saints and Sinners isn’t the only club in Vapolis, but most of them have the same or similar protocols, to varying degrees of diligence. Still, everyone should know the game by now, no matter where they go. It’s all the same general gist: check your ID, check you for weapons, get the cover charge, then send you in to get wasted and be stupid without the threat of a disembowelment on the dance floor.

Most people don’t want the trouble. They just obey the rules and leave their weapons at home or in their car, though plenty of others do try to conceal a piece regardless, and either let the bouncers confiscate it to give back when they leave, or kick up a fuss and get thrown right back out the door. If they do manage to slip under the radar, most people have the sense to keep quiet about it.

Coyote Knox isn’t most people.

The merc’s clothes are almost always pretty shredded, and Jax knows him well enough by now to know that, while he does wear them like the damage is all intentional, most of it isn’t. It means he’s rarely fully clothed, which makes it pretty easy to pat him down and send him on his way, with several shiny new knives for the trouble.

Well, some of them are new, anyway.

Some of them still have blood on them.

This time, it wasn’t Jax at the door. It should be his night off, and while he usually has better things to do with his free time than hang around the place, Orla wanted him to pop in for a brief consult for some job coming down the line.

He goes to the bar for a quick drink before he heads out, the crowd parting around him like water the second they see who he is, flags down a bartender, and waits.

And then he hears that loud fucking mouth.

“It’s not the size that matters, babe,” Knox is saying, his voice a rough purr. He never smells like tobacco, and Jax has never seen him smoke, so he’s not sure where that rasp could come from, but it’s there regardless, like vodka and broken glass. “It’s what you do with it.”

“Uh-huh,” the bartender laughs indulgently. Jax can’t remember their name, but clearly they know Knox well enough to be comfortable with him. Speaks to their mental state, he supposes. “I still think you’re compensating for something.”

He knows he’s going to regret it, but Jax turns his head to the left, and it’s easy enough to see Orla’s rabid pet merc even through the crush of people vying for the attention of the bartenders darting about like bright dragonflies in neon and mesh.

He’s sitting on the bar with his heavy boot propped up on a vacant stool that several people are eyeing with furious envy, but none are brave enough to try for, considering the little bastard is twirling around a bowie knife like a fucking baton.

“Compensating for what, doll?” the masked merc chuckles, leaning back on his elbow. He’s practically lying across the bar, head tilted back, choppy hair hanging down as he smiles winsomely at the orange-haired bartender who twists nimbly around him to top off glasses and gather orders like they’re used to his bullshit. “I know what I’ve got and how to use it, I just feel like it never hurts to have plenty of options at my disposal.”

“Let a bouncer catch you waving that thing around, and I’m sure Orla will remove a few of your options for you.” The bartender clears some empty glasses from the bar and drops them by a nearby sink, taking a clean shaker to begin mixing cocktails.

Jax is off the clock. It’s none of his goddamned business. He drums his fingers against the sticky bartop and immediately regrets it, scowling and wiping his hand on his jeans. They’re expensive, but at least they’re dark. He can have them cleaned later.

“Oh, don’t worry about me,” Knox croons, sitting up and raking back his hair. Someone leaves their drink alone for a second, and he snatches it up and knocks half of it back in one go. Disgusting. “I know when to test my luck. I nicked the bouncer rotation from her office last time I was in. Jaxxie’s not on duty tonight, so I’m in the clear. The other muscleheads know not to fuck with me if they’d like to keep their own options intact.”

It’s a good thing Jax hasn’t gotten his drink yet, because he’s pretty sure he’d slam it down on the bar and shatter the glass.

“I’ll have to have a talk with them, then,” he snarls, loud enough to be heard over the noise, and to make the people around him clear the hell out.

The bartender yelps and nearly drops the shaker.

Knox just groans. “Speak of the devil.”

Jax pushes off the bar and stalks through the crowd, and saints and sinners alike practically throw themselves out of his path. Knox doesn’t move from his graceless sprawl across the bar, though he does sit up a bit to watch. His bright yellow eyes track the bouncer’s every move, his pierced lips kicking into a smirk.

The bartender, predictably, makes themself scarce.

“You must be stupider than you look,” Jax says, crossing his arms across his chest.

Yellow eyes flicker down to the open vee of Jax’s silk shirt, and that lazy smirk spreads wider. “Mama always told me smarts weren’t the way to catch a husband anyhow,” he drawls. He taps the tip of the blade against his temple like he’s imparted some deep wisdom and takes a pointed sip of his stolen drink.

Jax curls his lip and doesn’t deign that with a reply. “Hand over the knife, and I won’t throw you into traffic and tell Orla she’ll have to pick up a new poorly-trained housepet from the pound.”

The merc’s quick, Jax will give him that. In the blink of an eye he twists the knife away and arches off the bar, slipping it into some hidden sheath behind his back. He also manages to do so while slurping down the last of his stolen drink, and sliding the empty glass down the bar for the original owner to find. He wipes his mouth with the back of one hand, before he raises them both and wiggles his fingers so the rings on them click together. “You must be mistaken, Sir,” he simpers, fluttering his eyelashes, “I don’t have any knife. I’m an upstanding citizen, and I would never disobey the rules of this fine establishment!”

A frisson of something shoots down Jax’s spine, but he chalks it up to anger, because that’s generally what overwhelms him when he has to see this smug little fuck’s face. He can’t be that useful to Orla, the way she bitches about him.

But he’s still around being a thorn in Jax’s side, so he must be good for something.

It shouldn’t be his problem. He’s off the clock. But he knows Orla would find some way to blame him if Knox got out of hand while Jax was around to stop it. So he grabs the merc by one stout shoulder and starts carting him towards the doors.

Knox, to his credit, doesn’t struggle. What he does might be even more annoying, cackling like a madman and blowing a kiss up at Jax. “Baby, at least buy me dinner first!” he crows as they carve through the crowd, stumbling a bit to compensate for Jax’s much longer stride.

The two bouncers on duty leap out of the way when Jax shoves him through the doors, and the look he gives them both has them cringing away. They must be some of the new hires Orla mentioned. “We’re going to have a talk later,” he promises grimly.

“Oh, don’t be too hard on them, Jaxxie,” Knox coos. His mask is slipping off, and he fumbles to peel it away and toss it to the ground while being dragged along by the arm, “they don’t know any better.” He laughs again, grating and sharp, and he keeps laughing until Jax hauls him out the door and lets him go so suddenly he goes staggering into the hood of someone’s car. Thankfully, the car doesn't seem to have an alarm. Knox raps his knuckles against the dented hood and raises his eyebrows, apparently making the same observation. “Noted,” he says wickedly.

“Next time, I won’t be so gentle,” Jax snarls, the back of his neck still prickling at the nickname.

Coyote flicks his tongue out, wiggling the split prongs, the silver ball embedded in it catching the dull light of the dirty street lamp overhead. “Ooooh, do you promise?”

As far as Jax is concerned, the problem is handled. He gives the merc one last withering look, eyes narrowed and lip curled, before he stalks away to find his own car and get the hell out of dodge before he’s roped into more nonsense. Knox’s raspy cackle follows him the whole way.

He’s halfway home when a sudden, niggling suspicion tickles at the back of his mind. He waits until he’s at a red light to pat down his waist, which feels notably lighter than it should.

“Motherfucker!” he snaps when he realizes his gun isn’t there. He’s not the type to lose things, especially not important things.

Orla warned him on day one the merc had sticky fingers, and he didn’t listen, thinking nobody would be stupid enough to try him.

A part of him, though, is sort of… grudgingly impressed. How’d the crazy little bastard manage to take it? When?

Jax drags a hand over his mouth and grumbles to himself. He’d shake the truth, and his damned gun, out of the merc next time he saw him, no matter what.

A rough voice that sounds suspiciously like Knox croons in the back of his mind.

Sounds like a date.

#vapolis #remember you will die #rywd jax #jax #rywd fanfic #pidge writes #oc: coyote knox #decided to clean up and repost a couple things! #which will probably happen over a few days bc Work #ANYWAY #ONCE AGAIN #COYOTE IS THE WORST THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME #this is how he flirts btw #by being Absolutely Terrible #and also stealing ur stuff #he and royal are besties its great #also a kiss for whoever guesses the song the title is from #its on coyote's playlist #it may not suit the situation but the title alone was too good to pass up #sorry im posting this at *checks watch* 11:20 pm