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imaginepirates · 2 years

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Jack’s Cuddles HCs

Jack secretly loves to cuddle. He would never admit it, but he likes feeling close to someone. Jack hasn’t had true closeness with many people, and the ability to be vulnerable comes as a massive relief. You can literally feel him relax in your embrace. That vulnerability is more intimate to him than things like sex, where he can still play the cocky scoundral. Cuddling is a whole different story. That mutual state of being relaxed, where there are no reputations to uphold, and you can be as open with each other as ever.

Jack sees this openness and vulnerability as a true form of love, so the feeling of you relaxing into his arms makes his heart do a little flip. It makes him feel trusted--a feeling he’s not used to in the slightest. That sense of trust is really important to him, and knowing that you’ll hold him without judgement means that for once in his life, he’s found someone to trust.

On that note, Jack likes being held. He likes the feeling of warmth and protection it gives him. There’s something about the way his back fits against your chest, and how his face fits into the crook of your kneck that makes him feel safe. He’s a pirate: constantly on the run, hyper-aware of his surroundings, used to being betrayed (thanks Hector). Safety wasn’t something he believed in. The idea makes him emotional, but he tries not to show it. He feels a little stupid, like a child tucked into their mother’s arms, but he can’t help needing it from time to time.

Jack is secretly afraid of being alone. He surrounds himself with his crew, with his acquaintances, with his enemies, even, just to have a sense of being around people. It never truly keeps the loneliness at bay, but he thinks it serves him fine. Being held makes him feel wanted, and reassures him that he has at least one person that will stay by his side.

Jack makes cuddling less sexy than you think. He really just enjoys spending soft moments with you, and doesn’t really feel the need to make them into anything “more”. They’re enough on their own (though he wouldn’t say no to ~other things~ if you suggested them). A life of piracy, a life on the sea, allows little room for softness, for gentleness. Jack finds that cuddling is the perfect space to find these needs in a harsh reality.

Jack loves when you play with his hair. Whether you’re just running your hands through it, massaging his scalp, braiding it, or pulling it, he’s enamoured. Jack understands the unsaid intimacy* to hair: when you braid someone’s hair, or cut it for them, or even just play with it, it’s an act of love. Braiding and cutting hair may be a tiny act of service, but it still means that you’re putting time into doing something for another person. Jack gets this, and will always offer to help with yours. The feeling of your fingers through his locks drives him wild. He won’t lie: pulling on it turns him on.

Jack sleeps in some god-awful positions. He drapes himself across his bed like a starfish most of the time, which takes up all the space. The chances that you fall off the bed are high. He also never sleeps under his sheets, which may or may not drive you insane, depending on how you prefer to sleep. In any case, you’re not going anywhere when sleeping with him. He’ll have you pinned down with one or more of his limbs, snoring away, with you stuck somewhere underneath him.

Jack, being Jack, is dramatic. And wants all the attention in the world. He’s basically a cat: once you start cuddling him, he’ll never let you go, and will complain heavily if you have to go do something. If you want to cuddle, be prepared to do so for hours. He’s pretty strong, and can pin you in place if he wants. He definitely uses this to his advantage sometimes. He likes to bask in your attention, and appreciates all the half-exasperated compliments you give him when he’s being needy.

He completely believes in returning the favor, though. He’ll let you rest your head on his chest, running his fingers through your hair, watching the gentle expressions on your face. He massages your scalp and places kisses along your hairline, trying to work some of the tension from your features and help you relax. He hums to you, too, songs he learned in all the places he’s visited. He’s a surprisingly good singer, but doesn’t actually sing until he thinks you’re asleep. Pretending to sleep while he sings is one of your favorite activities.

You always wonder where he gets his songs. He knows a shocking amount of lullabies in all different languages, but you can’t bring yourself to ask why. You secretly wonder if he has any children (he does not). The truth is that he’s run into a lot of children on his travels, and they remind him of his young self. He never had anyone to sing to him, so there’s this soft part of him that learns to sing for the children who don’t have anyone else.

He also, of course, knows quite a few love songs, and you don’t have to ask about those at all. You just like the slight vibrations you can feel while he’s singing and you’re curled up against his chest.

Jack likes listening to your heartbeat whenever he’s curled up against you. He finds it soothing, and can fall asleep to the gentle rhythm combined with the rocking of his ship. He’ll fall asleep smiling, thinking of the two things he loves most--the Pearl and you.

Jack always manages to press kisses to any exposed skin he can find while cuddling. You’ll be laying there, and maybe your shirt has ridden up a bit to give him access to your stomach, or the laces have fallen open and he can kiss your chest. He likes being mischievous, and likes to see you squirm. His kisses are warm, and he often laughs into them as you chastise him for teasing you so much. There’s something lovely about that hot puff of air against your skin just before he plants a kiss to it that drives you mad.

Jack likes to keep cuddles just between the two of you. Mostly, you do it in his cabin on the Pearl and nowhere else so you can keep to yourselves. This may come as a surprise, given how shameless Jack seems, but in the end, that part of him is only an act. He doesn’t want to look vulnerable in front of others; Jack has a reputation to uphold, and that’s the one of “rat bastard”, so he can’t be seen going soft. He’s also afraid that if anyone knew how much he cares for you, they’d hurt you in some way to get to him. The thought scares him, so he likes to keep your more gentle and intimate moments between yourselves.

Cuddling gets Jack to talk. When he’s not tired enough to fall asleep, and he wants to spend some time with you, he’ll exchange stories with you. As your relationship progresses, he’ll be more and more open, telling you stories about Teague and his childhood spend at Shipwreck Cove. He’ll even tell you about working with Beckett and the mythical land of Zezura, but only when he knows that he’s in too deep to go back. You’ll get to see a more open and honest side of Jack that few people get to witness.

Jack indulges in a little fantasy of living with you in a little cottage somewhere by the sea. He likes the idea of slowing things down, cooking together, reading to each other on rainy days, planting gardens and watching them grow. He imagines a sunny spot somewhere where you won’t be found or disturbed. He knows it wouldn’t work out, of course. He’s too tied to the sea. But he doesn’t want to see you hurt, so he often thinks of sending you off, and feels a little selfish for keeping you around. He’d never tell you of his domestic fantasy, but smiles softly if you ever voiced the same sort of idea.

Jack is just glad to have you around. The fact that you want to stay with him, on the sea, through a life of piracy, touches him. He’s never been emotionally close to anyone to the extent that he is to you. He values your downtime together--lord knows you get little enough of it. At the end of the day, it’s your arms he wants to be wrapped in and your smile he wants to feel against the back of his head.

*At some point, I’ll share the poem I wrote about/for my ex girlfriend that has to do with braids. Braiding hair is a love language--always has been, always will be.

#potc #pirates of the caribbean #jack sparrow #jack sparrow x reader #james x reader #potc jack

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writtengalaxies · 2 years

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Apple Picking With Your Crew

Characters: Head Engineer, GN! Reader, Burt, Celci, Gunther

Word Count: 885

Spicy Rating: None. Just my hot takes about apples.

While some cultivars were brought from Earth, it was still several years too early for them to bear enough fruit to make what you, in your personal opinion, considered a proper apple orchard. However, the upside was that the planet had its own native fruit that had its own range of cultivars. As Captain, you didn't have any real authority about fruit uses, but as a civilian, you had opinions. And those opinions stretched to apples, and your childhood and years before the academy going to one of many apple orchards every fall. As it was, you only sampled some of these raw, and would need to seek out the perfect ones for baking to see if you could substitute some.

"Can't we just get...whatever? Does it have to be a specific taste?"

You turned, quirking an eyebrow at the gaggle of crew leads behind you. Burt wanted to come along to try and write poetry about the nature around you all. Gunther, for some reason, declared that you needed a security escort "in case things got spicy", whatever that meant. Celci wanted your honest opinions about the world around you, trusting the Captain's word above all.

At least, that's what they had said.

You know the real reason is to spy on you and Mark's date. Of course, you hadn't told them that's what it was, but after discussing it with him, you both agreed that it was better to have them obviously there than obviously spying.

"Yes," you said slowly, treating this as an opportunity for everyone. "You can't just take any apple and bake with it. Sweeter apples tend to be too soft, and go mushy. Tart ones hold up their form better, but too tart and you get sourness. The loose rule of thumb is that sweet apples are better for cider, tart are better for eating raw, and the ones that are somewhere in the middle are perfect baking. Little less sugar or honey, but still a firm shape that bakes evenly..."

"You...have some serious opinions on that, Cap'n." Gunther pushed his shades up, rolling the end of his cigar between his teeth.

"Of course they do! The Captain is pretty serious about a lot of things." Celci crossed her arms. It was still odd, getting used seeing her without the over-padded coveralls to keep her warm.

Burt nodded, offering some soft line of poetry from the back that you couldn't quite hear, but based on the sheer confusion on Gunther and Celci's faces, it might have been for the better. Mark just sighed, trying to carry the conversation on at your side.

"We don't have the same ones as back on Earth but...based on those, what's your opinion on the best for pie?"

"Well," you drag out the word, letting the other three either pay attention or keep whispering frantically to each other. "Personally? A Jonagold. Kind of close to that perfect balance of just right, brings out all the right things in a solid pie. Of course, your crust and proper spice ratios makes a huge difference too. A lot of people swear by Macintosh because they're pretty easy to get during the fall, but...eh, I don't really find a lot of flavor in them. A Macoun isn't bad either, that's my secondary if I can't get the other."

"What about eating?"

"Honeycrisp, hands down."

"Ain't that a cereal?" Gunther interrupted, flipping his sunglasses back down as he squinted at the local plants around you.

"I...didn't know there were that many kinds of apple," your head engineer admitted softly. He didn't like admitting he didn't know something, especially next to Celci. She, of course, scoffed, apologizing softly at your glance.

"There's close to 7,500 known variations," she continued, trying to not sound too smug, just as Mark was trying to keep the scowl off his face. "I not only took care of all the colonists, but the seed banks in cold storage, to make sure we could test for viable solutions, so I did my research."

"I've only had maybe a two dozen I've tried myself, but..." You trailed off, letting them all focus on you as you picked your way towards the copse of trees you had scouted out alone weeks ago. The fruits looked heavy, the red deeping so much it looked purple in all the places it wasn't a bright yellow-green. Perfect. "I grew up with access to a lot of apples. My adoptive grandparents...friends of my mom's, but they were just as loving even if I wasn't blood related. One of their kids grew cider apples, and they were the best. Big ones, too. 48 to a case, which is huge for apples. I remember my parents struggling to old one in one hand. Before I hit my first real big growth spurt, I remember needing both hands to eat one...super sweet too, like biting into it was just drinking cider."

You carry on, reminiscing about parts of your childhood, of your favorite orchards, and baked goods between teaching them all the right way to pick an apple and how to tell when they're ready. Thankfully you had already made sure that was the same.

By the time the four of you had picked enough apples for several pies, you found yourself promising to do this again next year. Your favorite tradition with a crew like this? Nothing could ever go wrong.

#my writing #space sweetheart #captaineer #the captain #iswm captain #gn!reader #iswm head engineer #head engineer mark #head engineer x gn!reader #head engineer x captain #iswm celci #celci f kelvina #iswm burt #iswm gunther #iswm #in space with markiplier #markiplier egos #engineer mark

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caffeinatedowlbear · 10 months

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Unlikely Occupations for Handsome Jack

I played this on the soon-no-longer-twitter, and figured I like these too much to lose them when that site inevitably becomes an ex-parrot. This post will collect all the previous AUs I've made, and you can request new ones in the comments.

The rules are simple: name a job/occupation that would be very unlikely for Handsome Jack, and I'll try to come up with an IC(ish), (mostly) not crack explanation of how he ended up that way. All ideas generated from this exercise are free for the taking, as long as: 1) the prompt giver doesn't mind; 2) you let me know what you make of it.

Note: while any minimum wage job fits the 'unlikely' criteria, ideally I'm looking for suggestions of jobs/occupations that someone (but normally, not Jack) would conceivably WANT to do, and not just to survive. It's sad but true that people rarely end up in minimum wage jobs for interesting reasons. So please go easy on burger flipping, shelf restocking, call centers and the like.

Prompts filled so far: Janitor, DJ, Florist, Marine Biologist, Preschool Teacher, Pediatric Nurse (new!).

Outstanding prompts: cab driver; mortician; therapist/social worker (got ideas for this one); supermarket cashier (got half a plan)

Filled prompts below, starting with a fan favorite.

Janitor

Now, I know that ‘it’s just a front’ may sound like a cop-out because it can apply to any ‘Jack in a minimum-wage job’ scenario. So I tried to make it more interesting.

Setting: can be modern-day, can be sci-fi, but needs to be an AU in which Jack isn’t instantly recognizable by all and sundry. He is a rich and successful asshole, though. But there’s a certain shiny object he really, REALLY wants to get his hands on. Could be physical thing, could be information. Either way, something that money (of which he has plenty) can’t buy, because it’s held by another, even richer asshole.

Multiple attempts to infiltrate the guy’s home, where the shiny is kept, have failed. The mark is famously a recluse, his security systems are deadly, and all his staff are life-long friends and acquaintances. There’s only one tiny security hole: cleaning and maintenance. Now, most of it is automated, but once every few months, there’s a need for human labor. So every few months, a trusted and vetted housekeeping services agency dispatches some of its most trusted and vetted workers. And isn’t it lucky that Jack has a contact at said agency?

It goes off without a hitch at first. Agency Contact makes sure Jack’s fake identity passes all the background checks, and adds him to the next crew dispatched to Rich Asshole’s house. But then, Agency Contact is busted for an unrelated piece of shady business. Their latest acts in the company come under scrutiny. Jack’s employment status holds, but not his assignment. He is supposed to have at least six months of spotless (...sorry :p) record with the agency before he can get assigned to high-priority jobs like this.

So now Jack has two options. Say "fuck this shit, I'm out" and look for a different solution that might not even exist... or hold out for the sure-fire way in, even if it means spending six months pushing around a mop while toeing the company line. What’s it gonna be, Jack??

Going off the beaten track for this one, because I didn't want to do the obvious option of 'rich guy's hobby/vanity side gig'.

My take is, we're back on Tantalus and in Jack's (John's?) youth. It's a place full of poverty and violence, but also a colorful night life. Of course, many night clubs are fronts for drug and arms (and worse) trade. Getting in with the clubs is a solid strategy for a young guy with his head on his shoulders.

Jack tries to do different jobs that take him all over, to see the backstage stuff as much as possible. (He even has a brief stint as an unlikely bouncer: no-one expected the scrawny 20yo to throw some real good punches.)

His first DJ experience happens when he's a stage hand / gofer at a club, and the actual DJ goes off to screw someone, telling Jack to take over for half an hour. The music is cued up, just look like you're having fun, he's told. This is the first taste he gets of the kind of power he didn't think he wanted. Because the power that comes with money and access and control is one thing (and make no mistake, he wants that). But the power to stand in front of a room full of people and command their mood? To be cheered? To get them to chant your name, even? That hits something really, really deep inside young Jack. He knows that day that however he gets to the top, he won't just be the man behind the curtain. He will be the one whose name the crowd is chanting.

From there on, Jack's goal is clear. Not only is he going to get power and money and his slice of all the shady business, but he's also going to be a goddamn ✨celebrity✨ while at it. For bonus points, add a scar earned in a gang war ten years later and make Handsome Jack his crime name *and* stage name.

Florist

Setting: semi-historical or steampunk flavored Victorian. There is a war on, but it's pretty far away or a relatively cold one. So no immediate danger on the home front, but spycraft is in high demand. Jack is an era-appropriate Bond type who gets saddled with an assignment to...

"Make bouquets? Is this a joke?"

No, it's not. The flower shop Jack would be operating out of is a hub receiving intel from multiple covert informants. It will be Jack's job to pick out what's important, and pass it to the right people, encoded via flower bouquets. Sending messages via different flowers are already a thing in this society, as they were in our world's Victorian era, but obviously, the spy organization obviously has its own code book, so no harm done if a bouquet falls into the wrong hands.

"Except I'd have to bloody make it again, so, actually, plenty of harm done."

In order to maintain the cover, the flower shop also has to do legitimate business, so Jack gets to make plenty of "civilian" bouquets as well, and be all polite and gentlemanly with the customers.

There's only one silver lining to this dismal assignment. The assistant assigned to help Jack with sorting and aggregating the intel is pretty darn cute.

Marine Biologist

(Short write-up, but this is one of my personal faves!)

Canon-adjacent BL settings, but instead of Pandora, Jack is drawn to Aquator in his vault-hunting pursuits, searching for a vault rumored to be at the bottom of the ocean. Helios is a city-sized submarine!

For bonus points, add a Rhack plot featuring mercreature!Rhys, who has knowledge of the vault, but is reluctant to reveal its location, and whose trust Jack is desperately trying to win.

In a Preschool

Modern-day, Passable Dad AU. It's career day at Angel's school. Jack didn't want to come, what with being a currently unemployed head of a recently-failed startup. But he can't say no to Angel, so... sigh, here we go.

Jack is the last one to talk, his hope being that maybe they’ll run out of time and he won’t have to. Alas, his slot comes up. A few minutes in, the teacher gets an urgent phone call and steps out (don’t come after me about child safety protocols in this AU, okay :p).

Then the period is technically over, and the teacher isn’t back (guess the phone call was urgent enough to make them run out without telling people; they’re so fired). Other parents have left at some point during the period, because they have jobs / better things to do. Jack tries to send Angel to go find an adult, but she declares they’re not allowed to leave the classroom on their own (because she’s an ass). But, she continues, they can’t be left on their own, either (like I said, an ass).

So, Jack is stuck with a bunch of preschoolers for an hour. Once he runs out of failed startup stories, he just starts rubber-ducking new business ideas off of them. It’s surprisingly effective: kids are really good at poking holes in what seem like reasonable plans to adults.

And this is how, once a teacher finally comes to see what’s going on, Mr. Lawrence is offered a job as a substitute teacher at his daughter’s preschool. He will get fired once he deals with a bully by holding the offender up by the ankle until a believable apology is delivered.

Pediatric Nurse

(the prompt giver was very specific that it should be nurse, not doctor)

Setting: Tantalus, Jack is a single dad and dirt-poor. Angel is hospitalized with something that requires long-term inpatient care, and Jack literally doesn't have the money to pay for her treatment and rent, so he loses the apartment and starts low-key living at the hospital.

He's getting away with it pretty well. Angel shares a room with a few more kids, whose parents catch on pretty quickly, but don't mind that an extra parent is hanging around, because the hospital is permanently understaffed, and the kids like having company. (He gets more than an occasional meal from other kids' parents, too.)

When Jack's not doing gig work on his laptop, he's reading up everything about Angel's condition as well as all-purpose medical care so he can take care of her when she's finally allowed to leave the hospital. He's a fast learner, and soon ends up helping out the permanently overworked nurses with basic stuff like changing dressings, giving an extra hand with whatever, and even fixing up some medical equipment when something outdated inevitably breaks. It's not long before the kids in Angel's room (and the adjacent rooms) start calling him Nurse Jack.

The only one who's not thrilled about Jack's permanent presence on the ward is a young (and very attractive) doctor who's being a real stick in the mud about 'non-medical personnel outside of visiting hours'. The fact that, thanks to Jack's liberal use of nicknames, the kids start calling him Dr. Cupcake doesn't win Jack much love, either. Things between them getting more tense by the day, and Jack is this close to getting banned from the hospital outside of strict visiting hours.

That is, until one day, some Tantalus bandits barge in, demand that the whole floor is cleared so that their boss can get medical attention, and even take some medical personnel (including Dr. Cupcake) hostage to make their point. Little did they know that one of their hostages is: a) not a licensed medical professional, but b) real handy with a gun.

#handsome jack #borderlands #au #writing prompts

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cake-wlk · 9 months

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merbedo... merbedo behavioral hcs or just general things he does? if you don't mind talking about him 🤲

hmmm. mixed in a bit of his brother too to help me come up with some things.

sorry i've written more than i expected, so i hope its what you wanted at the very least

neutral - typical albedo behaviour, quiet and observant. most likely to be resting against the ground, if in the company of other people, because it helps alleviate weight. enjoys listening to people and studying their mannerisms closely, but won't really make any advances to actually touch or get close to someone. just enjoying the peace.

happy - will prop up his torso when he's particularly interested and happy. digging and flexing his claws into the sand. ear fins are more propped up. he tries not to move his tail too much in case he hits something, or someone, but its a good indicator of his mood. it'll grow more restless with a happier mood as his thoughts wander. he loves holding people, especially klee. a guilty pleasure of his to get as close as he can to people he trusts, being able to see and feel everything they do sates his curiosities completely. said curiosity will come out in full bloom if he recognises someone going out of their way to make him happy, but he will typically not go and physically touch someone unless they recognise his reluctance and give him permission of their own volition. *

sad - his fins are going to droop immediately, although it takes a lot to upset him, so it's not a common sight. he isn't one to back away from the situation though, after all he wants to understand humans properly and possibly make amends to the situation as quickly as he can. if he is truly consumed by sorrow, he will probably sink into a corner of his tank in the facility and curl up, or find a nice rocky beach to hide away and recollect himself.

* - its ingrained behaviour from the facility that created and 'cares' for him. none of the personnel are allowed to get close to him, treating him as a mere means to discover the secrets of the ocean. the only kind of contact he gets with humans there is through a thick glass window. rhinedottir and her crew don't exactly... take care of him and dorian very well, her lack of treating dorian as a being with human sentience made him lash out eventually, which in turn made her attempt to dispose of him after multiple casualties occurred... and this would've repeated with albedo too, if klee hadn't befriended him by chance.

extra - being touch-starved is shared between the brothers, albedo will snap up any chance for physical touch. dorian, on the flip-side, is too traumatised to accept it from humans, except for aether and maybe klee. as such, he can come across as particularly possessive with aether, coiling around him like he's going to be taken away at any moment he lets down his guard. albedo very much likes to rest on beaches for the warmth and also being able to draw in the sand. he absolutely adores it when sucrose or klee are there, doing their own things or taking part in whatever he's doing. he takes them for rides out into the water too. conversely, dorian much prefers the depths of the ocean, but will sometimes come up to silently observe, just barely peeking out of the water. klee attempts to get his attention on multiple occasions but it always results in him fleeing. the only one that really gets any success with him is aether... albedo's job primarily is to research the ocean, but he always brings back more samples than needed so he can give them to sucrose, as they both enjoy trading various specimens with sucrose's being from the surface and albedo's being from the sea. it helps lighten up his time at the facility, though they have to be sneaky about it. (rhinedottir eventually finds out, but decides to just stay quiet because of it helping albedo focus on his job, much like his friendship with klee keeping his spirits up) albedo and dorian tolerate each other a lot more than in canon, because dorian recognises that rhinedottir mistreats albedo too. there is a bit more mutual understanding from them because they're the only merfolk to exist. dorian was extremely rough and hurt albedo pretty bad, but he did try to help him when confronting him for the first time, ripping off his tracking collar. though it was a volatile mix of emotions and trauma that made him do it in such a hostile manner.

#don't be afraid to ask about more things if you want ^^#merbedo au #albedo #genshin impact #asks #anon #long post

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storiesofsvu · 2 years

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Under Over Ch 1

Joe Velasco x reader Warnings: language, talk of usual SVU cases. it's kind of a chapter, it's kind of a prologue, do with it what you will lol

It wasn’t particularly nerves that Joe was feeling, but it was safe to say he was at least a little apprehensive as he started to pack his bag. SVU had been investigating a group of sex rings, as per usual, and as they tried to get even a sliver on intel on this one, it was deemed nearly impossible. They’d discovered ‘The Manhattan Elite’ while investigating a pimp who another perp flipped on, only thing was the crew was tipped off before they even got to the party, leaving them in the wind and SVU clueless. Luckily, a couple of people who were picked up at that raid were more than willing to work for the other side and quickly became CI’s for the squad.

An entire year went by before one of them texted Fin from a burner, setting up a meeting. Quinn had managed to get an in with Kayra, the head honcho and leader of the Elite and had been working for him for most of the year, gaining trust and moving up the ranks. They didn’t have enough information to make any arrests, or even just a bust, but what they did have was an open spot for a new handler. Someone who wouldn’t be buying or selling girls, but responsible for them at parties, driving them to and from events, making sure they were ready to work. A glorified babysitter essentially, but it was an in, and the in they needed.

That was how Joe found himself shifting from the role of NYPD detective, to working another undercover gig. He was used to it, he’d done enough of them before, but this one was a little different, there was more privacy needed, he wouldn’t be able to still work from the office and Liv didn’t want anything from his new “work” to be brought home to his actual apartment. Which is why he was getting set up with an apartment on the lower east side, both for the safety aspect, and so that anything NYPD could be left at his actual place and safely hidden out of sight.

The apartment was honestly better than he’d been expecting, opening directly into a living room and kitchen combo, a small breakfast bar separating the two of them. There was a small space behind the kitchen that was set up half home office half home gym, the office side being just a desk with a couple of folders and space for his laptop and the gym side being a thicker yoga mat and a couple sets of dumbbells. At the end of the hallway was a decent enough sized bedroom, and he was happy to see it had been furnished with a king bed, the entire place decorated with the right vibe. One that was enough him it seemed fitting and he wouldn’t absolutely hate it there, but enough of the role he was playing to not raise suspicion. Back in the living room was a small deep blue sectional couch facing a brick fireplace with a tv mounted to the wall above it. A couple of shelves in the corners littered with nick knacks, an ashtray tucked away in the corner, and there were even already a couple of empty beer bottles on the coffee table. Little props to make it seem like it was lived in and Joe hadn’t just rocked up to an empty place, subtle but nice touch. He was pleased when he checked the fridge and cupboards that there was already a couple tea and coffee varieties, a bottle of red and a pack of beer, the fridge stocked with the basic condiments as well as milk, eggs, orange juice, a couple frozen pizzas stashed away in the freezer.

So far he knew the game plan was to shift into character until Thursday night where he was to attend his first event, meet the main players and the group of girls that would be his responsibility. The Manhattan Elite wasn’t your usual sex ring party operation. While you would find them at house parties held in brownstones around the city that had that seedy vibe to them, a lot of what they did was move the girls around to other parties, more luxurious ones, private events, premiers, art gallery openings. They marketed more as an escort service, despite the fact that the girls were not there by choice (or at least they hadn’t been at the beginning). Sometimes the girls were shuttled off solo or in pairs to be specific people’s dates for the evenings, just wanting someone young and pretty on their arm to smile and bat their eyelashes and laugh at the appropriate moment and compliment at the other. (Usually with a happy ending too). Other times they were sent off to events all together, these nights they had the Elite brand bracelet or necklace on, and instead of just being manhandled by men in front of everyone, they were bid on by the colour of the stone inside the jewelry. The highest bidder simply owned them for the night. It was all very underground, and very well protected, which is why having Joe on the inside would help finally bring this ring down for good.

For now, he figured he should get settled in, make it look like he was the one living here in case a boss man ever showed up unannounced. He made sure his bags were unpacked, purposely wrinkling up some clothes to toss in the hamper, left a hoodie over a chair in the living room and made sure to plug in his burner phone in the bedroom before he locked up. If he was staying here basically permanently he’d need groceries, more substantial food to get through however long he would be here. The bodega around the corner thankfully had everything he needed and he was back to his new home before he knew it, opting to just toss one of the frozen pizzas in the oven for tonight.

Joe settled on the couch with his plate of food and a beer, flicking on the tv for some background noise while he ate. Pizza plate to the side he pulled out the case files, disguised in plain file folders not NYPD labelled ones for extra security, there was no better time than the present to make sure he was completely up to speed on the case. He needed the facts to be drilled into his brain so he could keep all his wires uncrossed and making sense, easier to not slip up that way.

Thursday rolled around and Joe got a text from Quinn to be ready downstairs no later than six forty five and dressed appropriately. He wasn’t exactly sure what that meant, double checking if tonight was one of the higher end events, it wasn’t, but previous bodyguards had shown up looking strung out, as long as he was put together enough it’d be fine. Joe opted for a pair of dark wash jeans, a deep blue fitted shirt and pulled on his leather jacket over top. It was chic-casual, he would blend in just enough without being completely lost in the crowd. He got a quick run down on the way over and was surprised to find out they weren’t going straight to the event. Quinn laughed at that,

“You’re escorting these girls, how the fuck could you do that if you’re not the one drivin’ ‘em?”

They pulled up at a large apartment building on the lower west side and Quinn was quick to lead him to the elevator, the doors sliding open to a suite on the upper levels. It, again, surprised Joe with how nice it was and he wondered just how much money this ring was pulling in. The elevator opened to a small entry way, he followed Quinn down the hall to the left that opened up into a large kitchen and living room area, he could see a proper dining room through a large archway and a set of stairs off to the right of the living room that he assumed lead to bedrooms.

Kayra stepped into view in the kitchen, glass of bourbon in his hand and a wide grin on his face, extending a hand out to his new friend.

“So glad you decided to join us Jose.” He greeted.

“Thanks.” He smiled back, accepting the firm handshake.

“You’ve got an easy one tonight, most of the girls have already been assigned.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Annual event, same clientele each year, most of ‘em booked ahead with special requests.”

Before he could continue there was a loud whistle from upstairs followed by a muffled shouting and the clamoring of the girls as they gathered their last minute things.

“The girls live here?” He asked and Kayra nodded,

“Ten of ‘em.” Joe’s eyes widened and Kayra chuckled, “it’s not that big, they share rooms mostly.”

“It’s a nice place.”

“Family money.” He gave him a knowing look, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together and Joe did his best to let out a small chuckle. Distracted with small talk, having to keep the ball rolling as Kayra grilled him briefly on his background in security work, he missed the girls coming downstairs, only alerted by the sound of stilettos on the hardwood directly behind him before you spoke.

“This the new guy?”

“Play nice sweetheart.” Kayra warned with a laugh and Joe turned to catch a look of who might be trouble later on. He was surprised with just how put together you looked, dress clinging in all the right places, accentuating the curve of your breasts perfectly, hair and makeup done with expertise of someone who’d been doing this for a while.

“I won’t bite.” You retorted, your eyes shifting from Kayra to Joe, handing him a small tablet and opening up an app, “everything about who ordered what is in here, including pricing, payment and how long the rental is valid for. You’re responsible for making sure all payments went through in full and no one runs over their time, understood?”

Joe nodded, skimming through the app as he looked through what jewelry stones were going where. Behind him Kayra and Quinn had moved to look over the girls, making sure that they were up to standards, not too tipsy already, and were upholding the reputation of Elite. Joe’s eyes flicked up from the tablet to the jewel nestled at the swell of your breasts,

“I didn’t think diamond was an option?” He raised a brow with a smirk and you laughed.

“Oh I’m not on the menu.” You stepped closer, a finger poking into his chest, “I’m here to chaperone you pretty boy. Now you better hope you don’t fuck up on your first night.” You murmured, eyes flicking up to his and raising a brow.

“Y/n!” Kayra’s voice broke through your moment and you huffed, rolling your eyes as you turned back to him, “could you try not to scare this one away in less than twelve hours?” You gave him a little salute, pulling a chuckle from Joe, “and what did I tell you about chewing gum?”

“That it’s for street whores.” You grumbled, willingly spitting it out and chucking it into the garbage can.

“And you, my little rose,” his hand cupped at your chin, gently squeezing at your cheeks, “are better than that, right?” You nodded and he let your chin go, “alright, go have fun, and try not to get into too much trouble tonight. If I have to bail you out one more time I might have to replace you.”

“I will be on my best behaviour.” For extra show you did a little curtsey, “promise.”

“Somehow I don’t believe you.” He laughed in response, turning back to Joe, “you keep an eye on her too, don’t let her walk all over you.”

“On it boss.” He nodded, tucking the tablet into the inside pocket of his coat as you hit the button for the elevator.

He took the time to briefly do a headcount, assessing the other girls that were coming to this party. Thankfully none of them looked underage, but there were a couple who were definitely on the younger side, and one who looked very nervous. He watched at the way you grabbed at her hand to lead her into the elevator, the way you linked your arm in hers and pulled her to you. After a couple of words and a stunning smile from you the girl seemed to relax a little bit, though she seemed very attached to you. He assumed she was new, or nervous about her pairing for the night, if you really were chaperoning him, it was possible you were some kind of mother hen. When you’d mentioned not being on the menu it was very possible you were high up, it was clear Kayra respected you to a point, but still held control over you and he was curious to learn more about just how exactly you fit into the dynamic.

As he watched you with the other girls, the way you stepped out of the elevator first, directly behind Quinn, the way your eyes darted across the city street as you crossed to the car, it was clear you had seen some shit. You really were their protector. He began to wonder if you would be easy to break, someone he could align himself with right off the bat, if you’d gotten roped into this mess somehow and brought it upon yourself to watch out for the rest of the girls because your own treatment had been so bad. That… or you’d been in the business far too long and you’d be the last to crack and never turn on anyone else, because you didn’t see yourself as a victim, you might think that Kayra loved you, putting you up in that nice penthouse, making sure you had nice clothes and such.

Only time would tell. And Joe certainly wasn’t going to complain about spending more of that with you.

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@witches-unruly-heart @fandom-princess-forevermore @cycat4077 @xoxabs88xox @alwaysachorusgirl @teamsladsandgents @thatesqcrush @im-just-a-mississippi-girl

#joe velasco #joe velasco x reader #law and order svu #svu #law and order #under over

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silkythewriter · 2 years

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Hi! Just saw your requests are open and that you write for BoJack! Could you write some romantic hcs for Flip? I know he's a bad character but he kinda..

🎭romantic Hc for Flip📺

Summary: romantic Hc for Flip!

category: Angst? I’m not really sure how to describe this one

Fandom: Bojack horse man

Daily song suggestion:

Hi! Thank you for requesting anon! I’m sorry if this isn’t very romantic, since they made him a bad character on purpose so he might not be the best boyfriend material so yea it was a bit hard to make

Also I don’t remember him much so sorry about that 🧑‍🦯

Sorry for spelling/grammar mistakes and if he’s OOC!

Don’t disagree with him on something, as shown on Ep.1 season 5 he doesn’t really take criticism well and will probably just dismiss you but he is still caring of your your words a bit at least and will take it into consideration but most likely not listen to it

He has a passion for the shows he’s creating so he most likely loves talking about his ideas for it and his brainstorming ideas

Sometimes he spends hours on end just thinking of idea for shows or current shows he’s working on so it kinda concerns you

Sometimes he’ll let you join on set when their filming a movie, you can talk to the crew or actors and just chill out really!

He’s really soft spoken sometimes like he talks low so sometimes you gotta ask him to repeat cause you can’t hear him-

Loves when you praise his works or take his side when one of the actors complain I mean he’s right at the time why wouldn’t you? At least that’s what he likes to think

I feel like he doesn’t do good in social settings other then movie sets cause he cat control what people do or say so you’ll have to do most of the talking most likely

He’s one of those guys who doesn’t trust the government so good luck with that

You probably have to defend the girls in the movie sets even if your a guy non-binary, or a woman your self ( or all whatever pronouns you go with ) because he kinda treats them sucky and he only really listens to you

You guys pull all nighters together while he works on stuff and you just chill or help him with something if he asks

Overall a very interesting character? Not the best but I mean he try’s

This was an interesting request but fun either way! As I said sorry if it’s not very romantic but I still hope you enjoy!

#bojack horseman #thanks anon!#x reader #bojack s5 #bo jackson #interesting #request #bojack rewatch #headcanon #sorry lol #sorry lmao #*dies cutely*#oops oh well #teehehe #kill my brain #what have i wrought #rip us

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talesfromthetraproom · 2 years

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The Stage Techs Play Electrician for a Day, and Encounter the Wall That Eats All Things

Setting:

Concert Hall. 12 noon (the trouble apparently began before this, but I came in at 12 because my morning involved falling asleep in a computer science lecture and getting my toilet fixed).

Cast:

The student crew (Me)

The union crew (Grumpy, Twin, and Loud)

The supervisors (PM, LX, and Video)

Today's Tale Brought to You By:

A Highly Suspicious Amount of Silence

An Overengineered Game of Snakes and Ladders

The Prospect of Spiders

Really Bad Building Design (and No One is Surprised)

The object of the game: take these ethernet cables, and run them from one side of the audience to the other through the wall that separates the grand tier from the orchestra. Shouldn't be too difficult, right? Right? Wrong. When I arrived on the scene, Video, Loud, and Twin were already mostly defeated and staring at the wall like they might suddenly develop XRay vision.

Several Hours and a Multitude of Plan Bs later, we have the following collection of highlights (in no particular order):

Twin: "Quit telling me about the habitat preferences of venomous spiders when I have my hand shoved halfway up an electrical box!" Me: "I thought the warning both timely and necessary, excuuse me"

LX: [Shop Teacher], you have to understand that University students are complete idiots. Not you though, Wynn. Me (flipping him off over my shoulder): You still wouldn't trust me with a welder, to be fair. Shop Teacher: I would! LX: You shouldn't. She frequently threatens to murder people.

Video: "While I truly appreciate that PM found our missing conduits, is no one going to point out that he also ripped the entire cable box out of the wall? No? Just me? Is anyone thinking about how the cable box is gong back into the wall? No? Just me?"

Loud: "I suddenly feel the need to point out that I told you I could rip this box apart. At absolutely no point did I tell you that I could put it back together and I am in no way liable for what PM decides to do with that information."

Video: "Hey LX. Can we cut one of your network cables and use it as a guide wire?" LX: "That would be an incredibly expensive mistake." Video: "On the contrary I'm willing to bet it's about the least expensive mistake we've made today."

PM: "What's going on out here? Wynn said my presence was requested, and I believe she used the word 'shitshow' so it's gotta be serious." Loud: "Yeah. How mad would you be if we cut a slightly larger hole in this wall?"

LX: "Wynn, go turn off the footlights before PM blinds himself. They're the switch backstage that is labelled 'DO NOT TURN OFF'. Don't give me that look."

PM: "Hey Wynn you have little hands, come feel around behind this box and see if you can find the conduit." LX: "What, so we can now have two cables, a broken pull line, the retrieving snake, and Wynn's arm stuck in the wall???" PM (ignoring him): "Out of curiosity, when was your last tetanus shot?"

LX: "Oh Grumpy? Watch out for the fire alarm sensors up there, an evacuation is the last thing we need today. They're white and look like laser emitte-" *BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.* LX: "....yeah. Those ones." There are certain perks to being located directly across the street from the University Emergency Services building.

In the end and thanks to dumb luck, we did get the cable run all the way through the wall and out the other side. The concert hall, rather than being recording-ready for tomorrow, rather looks like a tornado went through the grand tier. LX got absolutely nothing done that he needed to do today. Half of the face plate screws went missing in the chaos. But I got away with only a few scrapes on my arms, and nobody encountered venomous spiders (though I'm not sure Twin will ever forgive me for that one). I think we all learned a few lessons, and gained a new level of respect for our fellow tradesmen.

#technical theatre #tales #stage techs being a force of chaos #I went home and studied for a cse exam after this #I'm so tired

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kpopkritic · 1 year

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I have a lot of thoughts about episode 10 of Between Us. Some good, some not. On the good side, I absolutely loved how they showed the progression of their relationship by giving Team the chance to watch over and take care of Win for the first time. This whole season you see Win doing everything he can to take care of Team and everyone else, even to his own detriment, and you just know, at the beginning of the season, Win would not have allowed Team to try and take care of him. It’s just not in his nature. Win actually showing that vulnerable side, letting Team actually take care of him, that is a build-up of trust that Win doesn’t seem to have with most people, and I love that despite their tragic inability to FUCKING TALK to each other, that we did get to see how far their relationship has come, even if they don’t know how to acknowledge it. Another thing I really like, and this is more technical than story, is how well they did with the little details. This trip was one of the few times in UWMA that Win and Team actually had a major acknowledgment of their relationship, and it was a very big scene for them, and this is honestly one of the few times in Between Us where the differences between the shows would be extremely jarring (and trust me, they were, I’ll get back to that in a moment), at least to me. The effort the crew put into the small details, such as their outfits, Win’s speech to Team (besides the outcome, and ‘man up’) even down to the act of Team flipping them over when on the bed and asking Win to be there to catch him. These things may seem small, but coming from someone who studied film and cinema, details like these are so important, but so easy to miss.

Now on to the not so good… Listen, I understand why they had to change the outcome of Win’s confession, I get that they used it to show Win’s fears and how they affect Team’s fears and that they need to FUCKING COMMUNICATE (have I mentioned that before?), and while I don’t enjoy the emotional damage this episode left me with, it actually plays along really well with their characters and their fears that have been revealed over time. However, they messed with one of my favorite scenes from UWMA. This is one of the first times that I have been so jarringly taken out of the story because of the extreme differences between the two shows. Like I said above, this is one of the few times they went in detail (why did autocorrect almost change that to Denki? I don’t even watch MHA?) with a scene that overlaps between the two shows. Usually they will just make references, like with the Christmas lights, or show a different side than what we saw in UWMA, like with the training camp. Due to the huge step Win and Team’s relationship took in this part of UWMA, they couldn’t do that this time, they had to show it, and the completely different ending, while meshing well with the character progression we have seen for them in this season, almost ruined the connection between the two shows for me. It really showed the disconnect that has been simmering beneath the surface this whole time.

I know that people are upset that because there are only two episodes left, this is probably the only big thing they will be able to resolve between Win and Team due to there being other couples that have to finish their stories as well, but to me, that actually makes a lot of sense. With where the definitive moments that brought Team’s trauma and Win’s ptsd to light fell in the storyline, it was too late for anything to be truly resolved there by the end of the season. Do I hope Win and Team at least talk to each other about these things sometime in the next couple of episodes? Yes, especially with Win’s brother falling ill, it would be a perfect catalyst for them to talk about their trauma. However, these aren’t things that would be able to be resolved in one season of a show realistically. Just them talking about it, and some sort of progress between themselves, is the most that would really make sense, at least to me, and there is plenty of time in the next 2 episodes for that conversation to happen. And I know a lot of people are upset due to how many couples are in the show and are saying that this will take away from the time Win and Team have to finish their story, but I don’t really have an issue with the amount of couples. We knew from the start that Dean and Pharm would exist, but they aren’t telling their story, that already happened, we don’t need to see it again, and while we see more of Manaow and Pruk, they were also established already. Bee and Prince are already pretty solid as a couple, they are in the cute get to know you/wooing stage, and I could be completely wrong, but I can’t imagine too much more drama coming from them. The biggest story from side couples is Waan and Tul, and with how they seem to be bringing them together, with Waan getting sick, that is a story that ties directly into Win and Team, and I can’t see it taking too much away from them. But that is just my opinion, and again I could be completely wrong. Overall, I obviously had a lot of thoughts on this episode, so if you have read until this point, thank you for letting me put them into words.

#between us the series #winteam #bounprem #until we meet again #can these two fucking communicate already?#thank you for coming to my ted talk #deanpharm #sorry this was long

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kissingcullens · 2 years

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I wanna talk about the Fandom idea of Izzy Hands as a “manipulator,” and common ideas around Ed “performing” Blackbeard. I’ve just been kicking around a lot of thoughts about the topic after seeing a lot of meta that feels not-quite-right to me.

First; I admire the writing in Our Flag Means Death SO MUCH. I think that it stands up really well to endless different analyses and has a lot of nuance! So I’m not trying to say like, “all XYZ meta is wrong.” But I’m REALLY starting to balk at the popular fandom notion that Izzy is a devious manipulator and that Ed is just “performing” depending on who he’s with in order to have love and acceptance--- in a way that I feel needlessly victimizes Ed and discounts his agency and power as a character. First of all, Izzy isn’t manipulative; he’s a blunt fucking instrument.

Which imo, is a WAY more unique angle for a character like this; we’ve all seen manipulative and ambitious "power behind the throne” characters like Jafar, Wormtongue, etc. a thousand times in media... That’s NOT Izzy and Blackbeard’s dynamic! Before Ed even meets Stede, and all throughout episode 4, it’s crystal clear that Izzy answers to Blackbeard: NEVER the other way around. Ed is clearly not intimidated or swayed by Izzy’s opinion, and he knows EXACTLY who Izzy is and how far to trust his judgement. Moreover, I don’t think we ever see Izzy even trying to be subtle or tricky, except for maybe the “Go suck eggs in Hell” scene. (and even that small attempt to “manipulate” Ed completely falls flat and backfires!) He could have tried to do away with Stede in a million different ways, but instead he challenged him outright to a duel, and screamed that Edward would “rue this day!!” as he rowed away... I think Izzy’s violent outburst and resignation in Ep. 4 show us a perfect snapshot of his and Edward’s relationship: Izzy describes how Ed has become increasingly erratic and withdrawn; “An unpleasant shell of a man POSING as Blackbeard,” who has increasingly left Izzy to do the lion’s share of leadership as a kind of over-burdened middle-manager... “But I did all that because I was HONORED to work for the legendary Blackbeard.” Think about Ed’s fake-sympathetic, mocking tone when he replies, “Sounds stressful, Izzy.” Izzy, shaking with the rage of a tiny dog, SCREAMS his resignation in Blackbeard’s face and flips him off. And what happens? Ed looks unimpressed. He’s not threatened, or uncertain, or even angry... he doesn’t even FLINCH, for God’s sake. This is not a guy who feels he has to prove himself to anyone, LEAST of all Izzy. At the same time, Ed is a shrewd and brilliant strategist. He is very aware that as Blackbeard, he is on a dangerously high pedestal, and that he needs to play his cards right to keep his power... part of which is having a competent and undyingly loyal right-hand man like Izzy--- -and we see Ed play to Izzy’s pride and ambition to keep him by his side. “The crew would need a new captain of course... I need you here.” (but Ed isn’t manipulative or domineering with Izzy either... He apologizes when he’s wrong and listens to the crew’s concerns.) And on the topic of Edward: Ed is the co-lead of the show, and his entire arc is about yearning for “something more.” ”Is THIS all there is??” “...Do you ever feel trapped?” “We’re just not those kind of people, and we never will be.” So who IS Ed? Undoubtedly he’s going through a crisis, and he’s TIRED of “being Blackbeard...” but I think it’s doing his character a disservice to act like he’s just simply “playing pretend” as Blackbeard. Ed IS Blackbeard. It’s an identity of his own making which has begun to stifle him... but it’s also not quite an “act” in the way some people talk about it. you know? Like... when we first meet Ed in Episode 4, I’m so struck by how EASY and natural he is... He’s relaxed, friendly, charming, and playful. ...this guy OWNS the room, wherever he is. If he thinks something’s cool, he doesn’t give a SHIT who sees him playing with a model ship, or admiring frilly shirts, or wearing foppish clothing. (This is nuanced too of course!! He is VERY self conscious about things that counter his “coolest, most badass guy in the room” self-image, and he LOVES to show off and to “win” social interactions) But consider how TOTALLY un-self-conscious he is playing the “switching clothes” prank in front of the entire crew. He prances and twirls around in a frilly shirt and fancy leggings while performing a “character” and being silly and playful... and he still expects absolute respect and obedience as a matter of course. The level of confidence is fucking unimaginable. This is NOT a man who is insecure in his masculinity or authority. He’s that Super Popular Guy in High School who could like, wear nail polish or like an “uncool” band, and suddenly all the super-macho, “no-homo”-yelling bullies would say “OMG me too, I think painted nails and ABBA are BADASS!!” Ed in Episode 4 is Jack Skellington; he’s unquestionably the best at what he does; a LEGEND, the real fucking deal... ...but he’s bored, disillusioned, burnt out. He wants something MORE, but he has no idea what it is, or even if it’s possible. I think the important thing here is that Ed is struggling because he CAN’T just stop being a pirate and retire, as Stede naively suggested... and he knows that he’s losing his grip, and that ONE mistake could ruin him... and almost does. He miscalculates his Fog/Full Moon gambit and nearly gets them all killed, to his shame and despair. ”You wanted to be Blackbeard, this is what it’s like!” That is why he devises the plan to murder Stede and steal his identity. That’s why, even once he’s decided against killing Stede, he keeps trying to leave; because he KNOWS this little vacation with Stede can’t last. Izzy is not a manipulator; he’s the voice of reality. An incomplete and biased reality, yes, but Izzy IS telling the truth about their world, at least as he understands it. Blackbeard CAN’T stay with Stede forever as pirates. The piece of red silk represents Ed’s lifelong yearning to break free of things that constrain him, and his hope for some unknown SOMETHING better. His mother gave him the silk to teach him that there was a natural Status Quo to the world, and that he would never break free of their life of poverty and paternal abuse... but he DID. He killed his father and became an outlaw, stealing from the rich, rejecting authority, and becoming a power unto himself. I imagine that for a long time the power and acclaim of being Blackbeard was FREEING, exciting, and empowering... perhaps he even kept the red silk to remember: “A different life IS possible, and I’m living it!” But now? Blackbeard is just another box. So he tries to escape- gives up EVERYTHING... and he fails. When Ed comes back to the Revenge after his plans to run away with Stede fall through, he clothes himself entirely in red silk and continues to TRY to make his dream come true, and to find meaning and freedom... “Why are we even being pirates??? We should have a talent show!!” Izzy’s confrontation with Edward is threatening and violent, but Edward is in charge of the interaction and easily overpowers him. Ed clearly doesn't value Izzy’s opinion or friendship for its OWN sake... ...what Izzy makes Ed realize in this scene is that his situation is hopeless. When Ed hears the crew chanting “Give us another song, Eddie!!” and stamping on the deck, it becomes clear to him that he can’t continue like this. He can’t command the crew’s respect like this, he’s in danger of losing his second-in-command, and he can’t just “stop being a pirate,” or he would have done so long ago. The entire first season is Ed’s journey to find MEANING and meaningful change in his life... he plunges into a brave, breathless dive into the unknown, and he is broken on the rocks. His arc ends as a tragedy. He realizes that his dreams of “something better than this” are futile, and he lets the square of red silk float out to sea... accepting that his hopes and dreams were futile all along, and accepting that he is trapped. Izzy both pressures and threatens Ed when he gets too close to shedding the Blackbeard identity, but I think it’s important to understand that Izzy is not the CAUSE or creator of any of this. Even Stede’s abandonment is not at the HEART of what is going on with Ed; Stede broke Ed’s heart, but JUST as much of his heartbreak is realizing that he was a fool to ever believe that he could be truly free, or that he could truly change his life... Ed’s crisis of identity and meaning is SO much bigger than any of the people in his life, and UGH, AGAIN, I’m just SO in love with the writing on this show.

#Our Flag Means Death #Our Flag Means Death meta #OFMD #OFMD meta #Izzy Hands #Edward Teach #Edward Teach Born on a Beach

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pinkt3aa · 2 years

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agree to disagree

Geto Suguru x fem! reader ♡

summary: while being on a talk show the host suggest a fun game of agree to disagree.

contains-actor au, fluff, 1,186 words

“Y/N how did you feel when you heard your boyfriend got the role as Batman,” the Talkshow host asked making your boyfriend laugh

Y/N L/N a famous actor known worldwide for her acting performances on the big screen. More importantly, her big role-playing as the joker. Now looking back at the past films you’ve always been cast as the girl with a pretty face but has a psycho side. Seeing your past films the director had made the role perfectly for you so hearing that they’d like to have you onboard for the new joker you were ecstatic.

Now back to the question

Letting out an embarrassing chuckle you gulped remembering your reaction. “Oh yeah”

“Seems like you weren’t too happy about it” the host laughed

“That sounds about right” sighing you continued, “when Suguru told me that he got the role I was happy for him I really was but I was mad that people were going to think he was hotter than me” you pouted. Getos lips turned into a smile as he ran his long fingers down your thigh, “she ignored me for a whole day till I finally asked what was wrong”

You couldn’t help but laugh recalling the day. “Only one of the problems for one of the world's hottest couples, am I right?” The audience laughed. “Now a question for you Geto. How was it working with Y/N because as said here you’ve never been in a movie with her”.

Although you trusted your boyfriend you gave him a quick glance not to spill that you’ve had done a few quickies just to tease you. “Yeah, it was amazing, to say the least. She gets into character very well and when she thinks she’s not doing her best she’ll walk offset to take a breath and do the scene over again”. Suguru held a true smile on his lips talking about you. He wasn’t ashamed to admit he loved you too the whole world which made your heart do a flip.

“She made it a point to learn everyone’s names even the people that would give her a glass of water. And we worked great together in general. I've only seen my clingy girlfriend at home so seeing her on set and working with her was like a whole new side of her”. The whole audience cooed at his loving words and even cheered making you slug down in your seat out of embarrassment.

“Your too good for me” you mumbled but Geto caught it and wrapped his arms around your shoulders a cheery smile on his face present

Shaking his head with a smile on his face the host laughed, “i can already hear the cries of the fangirls but that’ll have to wait till after the break”. And with that, the ads started to roll while the make-up and hair crew quickly ran over to you all to do some touch-ups.

“Mm suguru I think Yuji and Megumi are in the crowd tonight” you spoke with open lips as Molly your stylist touched up your lip gloss. “Oh yeah, babe?” sugurus bun was being tied up again. “Yup Yuji posted something saying he’s going to see the tonight show live and I could’ve sworn I saw a plump of pink hair in the crowd”.

“Okay Y/N you're looking great you have 1 minute till we’re live again” Molly smiled. Nodding you sent her a smile as she walked away. Turning to Suguru he winked and pushed the back of your head making your lips join together in a kiss. You both smiled into the kiss and this time you were the one to break away first. “I love you”

“Okay and now we’re back” The Talkshow host announced reviving tons of claps from the crowd

“Now today we’re going to play a game called agree to disagree”. Suddenly a table and two chairs were brought out from the curtain. “Okay so how it works is your both going to sit opposite from each other and I’m going to ask you questions that will make you agree or disagree” the topic brought a lot of claps from the crowd.

“Shall we begin” earning a nod from you and Suguru as you made your way to sit down in the chairs.

A playful smirk made its way on both of yours faces. You were a very competitive couple. “Great! Now first question orange juice or apple juice?”

“Apple juice” you both answered in a minute

Looking over to your boyfriend a breathy sigh escape your lips, “thank the gods I thought you would’ve said orange juice”. Placing a hand to his heart geto scoffed amusingly, “never sweetheart how dare you think that” making the crowd laugh.

“Dogs make better companions than cats” the host spoke

“Pineapple pizza is tasty”

The topic made you gag aloud. “Oh my gosh no. Tangy pineapple on pizza is disgusting ew”

“I mean it's alright” Suguru chuckled rubbing the nape of his neck in embarrassment, “overrated as fuck though in my opinion but yeah..”

“Your so bad at lying Suguru” sticking your tongue in a teasing manner, “but still let’s just stick to cheese pizza like we always do, hm?”

“Now this question is for the audience” a roar of cheer erupted from those who were seated, “who do you think is better Batman or joker?”

“People who say Batman stand up” looking over your shoulder you could count around 15 people. “Okay okay, a good amount so far, and what about joker?”

This time 30 people in the Audience stood up making you smile and a hand on your heart as a genuine laugh escaped your lips, “Thank you everyone that truly feeds my ego”. Geto had a pearly white smile on his face hearing your laugh.

“Lots of joker Stan’s I see isn't that great. Now the last topic of the night, this one might get Y/N in trouble with her boyfriend but here we go”

Awkwardly chuckling you gazed at your boyfriend waiting for the question to be said. “Geto Suguru is the best Batman”.

“Well let’s start off with the best quality’s, yup? I mean there is a lot but first, you embrace the character very easily. I would also say you have the annoying capability of doing things very well, you do too things with such ease” you emphasized.

“Also being very handsome,” the man in front of you said clearing his throat.

“That too” you smiled sweetly. “Plus it’s different to see a long-haired Bruce Wayne for a change. All in all, you're my favorite Suguru”

“Nothing better than hearing those sweet words from your girlfriend” the host chuckled, “Thank you, everyone, for watching and taking their time to be here tonight and good night” with that, the ending song played making you and Geto get up from your seats. Intertwining your fingers with his he spoke, “I must admit those things you said about me made me fall in love with you even more”

Kissing his cheek you smiled. “I love you so so so much geto Suguru but remember joker solos batman”

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CONGRATS ON 1300 FRANKY!!! you deserve all the love and more 💞

if you’re still taking them, could I request kidd for the lucky 13 event, with a random number generator (if it’s cool to let Fate decide), and a GN reader? modern or canon works for me whichever would be best for the scenario.

Thank you so much! and so much love for you 💞 you and your work are truly incredible

don’t forget to take care and drink water (hydrate or die straight! as ive always been told)

[I dont wanna die straight, I like men too much] Thank you anon <3 my heart loves to hear people enjoy my work!

Kid x GN Reader SFW Prompt: Falls overboard Word Count: 357

Kid hadn’t meant it, he really hadn’t, he was known for his temper, renowned for his cruel ways, that he would kill someone for so much as lookingin his direction, when it came to his crew however, Kid would never lift a finger to hurt anyone of them and that was one of the reasons he had so much trust from the members of the crew.

So, when you’d been arguing, trying to get the captain to not be so unbearably stubborn, he’d not realised how close you were behind him, whirling around and hitting your with the big metal arm he wasn’t entirely used to yet, lacking a concept of spatial awareness, knocking you into the railings, you cried out, and flipped over the side.

He’d stared in disbelief before looking over the side, you were struggling in the mild current, more than likely shocked at what had happened, before he could really act his second in command had dived in after you.

You clung to Killer, spitting out water and glaring daggers at Kid who, to his credit at least had the decency not to laugh and point at your misfortune. Your waterlogged state along with killers long flat blond hair that clung to him was funny sure, Kid just knew better then to piss you andKiller off at the same time.

He threw over some rope, Killer grabbing you like a rag doll and helping you up the side, over the edge, setting you down. As you coughed up the remaining sea water, you managed to get to your feet, you rung out your shirt, mostly to look dramatic, knowing it would have no effect on your overall soaked miserable state.

“If you don’t say sorry on the count of three, I am going to grab your nuts when you sleep and twist” You made the motion with your hand, causing Kid to wince, Killer too, just behind a mask.

“Alright, fuck, I’m sorry” Kid mumbled, but he did pull you against him despite how wet you were, leaning down and kissing your forehead, a wet lipstick mark left in his wake.

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you cant go back (3)

warnings: panic, miscommunication, trafficking, non-consensual drug use, suicidal thoughts, food, mentions of torture, cliffhanger, these tags make it sound worse than it is tbh

When Virgil first opened his eyes, jerked out of sleep by sharp instinctual alarm, he’d thought for a moment that he was still dreaming.

It was the same face, after all, even with how frighteningly close it was, even with a vastly different expression painted across it. He’d been confused, almost relieved-- had they gotten away after all?-- and then he’d realized just what the Deathworlder had in their arms.

He’d lunged and come up short, forced to watch as the Human kept their arms locked around Patch even as the creature made unhappy little noises he’d never heard from it before.

It was so small compared to the Human, easily tucked under an arm and managed regardless of protests. Did they have no respect for the deadly grace of the other creatures on this planet?

They’d circled him from a distance, ignoring his warning twitches and outright hisses as thoroughly as they ignored Patch, and all he could do was watch, locked in place, hoping that Human prey drive wasn’t as high as all the rumors said.

And then the Human had left, taking Patch with them, and Virgil had been left to watch their fading heat signature and pray to Seryl that whatever the Human did would be quick. For both of them.

It wasn’t that easy, of course. The Human wanted something from him, badly.

He thought he had a fair idea of what-- or rather, who-- it was.

After all, he’d seen a near-perfect mirror of them, sitting bound and muzzled in their transfer ship’s holding cell where a Human absolutely shouldn’t be. Leond and her Second had been unnaturally gleeful for rotations before Virgil finally found out about the ‘successful pickup’, namely through stumbling across it by doing the routine security and safety checks that he didn’t trust the rest of these idiots to do themselves.

They’d cut him off before he could get to a comm to tell Janus, cornered him in the tight cell block hall, and offered him a deal: his silence for a cut of the immense earnings they would make from renting out a Human to any and all fighting rings.

He remembered the way the Human’s gaze had flickered between him and the others curiously as he argued, the way they’d struggled to bare their teeth derisively at Leond, even through the bars of their muzzle and the haze of whatever they’d been drugged with. It was one of the last things he’d seen before he’d ‘made a fuss’ big enough that his own crew had tranq’d him and ditched him on-planet to die.

“You’re right,” Leond had said, face smooth in the way that meant smug satisfaction for her species. “We haven’t fulfilled our half of the exchange, have we? We took an alien from that planet, so it’s only fair that we leave one behind.”

His limbs had been defensively raised since the beginning of the argument, but Virgil had fought side by side with these people before. They knew how to guard his blind spots, which meant that they knew his blind spots.

The Human had tried to speak through the muzzle, just before he’d heard the discharge sound of a tranq gun too close to dodge. He thought it might have been an attempted warning.

It hadn’t changed anything. He’d been the only one on that ship who’d opposed the Human’s abduction, and as a reward, he was going to be slowly interrogated to death by one of their clutchmates. The level of cruel irony was like something from one of Jan’s stupid operas.

Virgil felt another shudder of exhaustion. Stars, he hoped Janus would get out of there once he realized what they’d brought back. His best friend knew better than to fuck with Humans, and the crew clearly wasn’t going to listen to any interplanetary ethics lectures, so the best thing he could do was skip town. Better to rebuild than fall with the nest.

He hadn’t slept after the Human had left, flipping to his heat sensor vision and watching all night for their return, unable to relax after one of the most unpleasant awakenings of his life. And if it meant he didn’t dream about what could have happened to Patches, all the better.

The next day had come, and the Human returned, wielding that dull stick and asking more angry questions that Virgil couldn’t understand, let alone respond to.

The thing was, given enough time and exposure, he actually would be able to understand the specifics of what was wanted from him.

Like most long-term interstellar travelers, he had a Lator implant, and the more the Human talked at him, the more linguistic patterns and trends would be picked up and catalogued, making it much easier for him to put the pieces together.

Unfortunately, time wasn’t something he had an excess of.

Janus would have figured out at least the basics by now; in addition to being better with words, he’d gotten a more recent, effective upgrade to the implant’s software. Virgil had turned the offer down for himself, knowing that they needed to save money where they could, and figuring that he didn’t really need it. His job was to defend Janus. His First could handle the talking part of their missions on his own with ease, the chatterbox that he was.

It had seemed obvious at the time. A lot of good that logic was doing him now.

The Human said something at him, flashing his bone-white teeth as he spoke. Humans didn’t have guard plates over their mouths at all, and so every time this one turned to him, he felt as though they were either acting sickeningly overfamiliar or that they might lunge forward and try to bite him at any moment. He’d carefully kept his own plates locked, not willing to expose any teeth and have it mistaken for a challenge.

The Human was waiting expectantly. Virgil took a deep breath and replied, the same as he had every time he could, though he doubted Humans had access to translator implants.

“I am not here to harm anyone. I was abandoned here against my will. I can’t understand what you’re saying,” he recited in Guard-tongue, keeping the sentences brief and repetitive for easy translation pattern recognition.

The Human wasn’t extending him the same courtesy, his own sentences long-winded and full of unfamiliar concepts that kept tripping up the Lator programming. References, probably.

There was one Human word that he’d figured out fairly early on: Brother.

Clutchmate, family, the lookalike that was probably long gone by now.

He was almost glad that he couldn’t speak coherently. As it was, he didn’t have to be the one to break the news.

Almost, because the Human was stubbornly finding new and creative ways to freak him the hell out with each visit.

First, they’d figured out fairly quickly that he was slowly starving.

Virgil had flooded his plates right to pitch on their first meeting, and hadn’t been calm enough to stop the defensive reaction since, which had quickly drained what little hydration stores he’d had left. Between the drying out of his plates and the fact that he’d gotten too worked up and blacked out for a moment during an interrogation, his fading health wasn’t exactly subtle.

He’d panicked, because any enemy knowing his weakness was generally pretty fucking bad, let alone an enemy with personal motive and ability to twist that weakness like a knife in the spine.

The Human had verbally freaked out (a regular occurrence) and vanished for a while, before returning to the barn with an entire array of items (not a regular occurrence). They’d set the items out on flat fiber ‘plates’ and then slid them into range with that stupid stick.

Virgil had stabbed a few of them on principle before realizing that this was food, aided by the Human rolling his eyes pointedly-- a derisive gesture, he’d gathered-- and eating something from a plate of their own.

At that point, Virgil had been willing to risk poison. The way he saw it, he either died, or he ate something, and either way it meant stopping the slow, aching pain eating away at the pit of his stomach.

He’d even been willing to tolerate the Human staring at him, since apparently they didn’t have the manners to not watch a stranger eat. Or that wasn’t a thing on this planet. It didn’t really matter.

After a significant amount of time spent using his auxiliary limbs to delicately maneuver Human produce and meats into inspection range, he settled for what smelled the least concerning, avoiding any that smelled or looked too bright to be safe.

(The scrunched-up look the Human had given him after he’d crunched an egg in his throat had been hard to interpret, though.)

Anything he could safely ingest, he’d eaten. After the Human left, he’d even attempted the indignity of trying to lift the bowl of water in range with wobbly limbs, though he’d almost immediately spilled the majority of it all over himself. It didn’t matter, he could pull any and all hydration from what he’d eaten, though he didn’t dare get used to it.

This wasn’t his first time above the nest, and he hadn’t fooled himself into believing that this shocking show of generosity would last. The Human had only done it to make sure that their hostage wouldn’t keel over.

Starvation and dehydration were more-than-effective methods of hands-off torture, after all, and the Human really only needed to give him enough to keep him alive.

The impending mistreatment shouldn’t have shaken him as much as it did. He had the advantage of the Human’s ignorance on how much Chelcerae ate, and his own resilience, developed from years of scraping by on the barest of rations. He was lucky, really, to be one of the species with a water-storing organ.

Still, he spent the night wondering if it was worth it to keep fighting. There was no escape, so wouldn’t it be better to go out on his own terms, before anything truly horrendous could happen to him?

Probably. The real question was: would he have the fortitude to turn down food all the way to a slow and painful death-via-starvation?

He wasn’t sure, and he continued to be resentful of the fact that he even had to make such a choice all the way up until the next day, when the Human walked in with a plate covered in everything he’d eaten yesterday and slid it over to him, simple as anything.

“What?” the Human snapped after a moment of Virgil watching them for any indication of what to do, and he’d hurriedly flickered his heat sensor eyes in hopes of placating any offense. The Human had grumbled indistinctly, but didn’t attempt to remove the plate or even threaten to do so.

The next day was the same. Though the Human continued to try and interrogate and occasionally intimidate him, the food and drink was provided without stipulation or hesitation. It was… strange.

Virgil refused to read into it. Perhaps Humans just had meals so frequently that skipping a single day would be as barbaric as weeks of starvation for Chelcerae. Maybe once the Human had enough of his noncompliance, they were going to feast on his flesh and didn’t want a stringy meal. It was impossible to know.

The generous feeding schedule was nothing, though, compared to some of the other questionable tendencies the Human had.

They traversed the grounds in and around the barn with little wariness, apparently quite confident in their ability to defend themself on the Deathworld they’d grown up on. They brushed insects and plant matter alike off their person with little care for poisons or bites.

Their body language seemed to consist of every threat display in the wayfarer guidebook, and worse, only a quarter of these threat displays seemed intentional. Virgil was constantly tense, attempting to figure out which were intended to cow him, and how to keep his own body language from worsening the damage. Any signal of terrified compliance, even the obvious tremor of his auxiliary limbs, only seemed to prompt wariness and confusion from the Human.

They’d found his helmet and immediately put it on, which had made his fuzz prickle with hope for a moment, before remembering that the reserve battery of the headset was well and truly dead. No emergency translators for the Human, and no upturns in luck for Virgil.

Maybe it was better. Even if the Human could talk to him, he would seem just as guilty for their brother’s disappearance in their eyes. It wasn’t even an accusation he could reasonably defend against; if things had gone differently, if he’d made smarter choices, maybe he could have gotten the captured Human free.

Janus would have managed it. He’d always been a quicker mind than Virgil.

It’d been three days since the Human had found him, and Virgil had barely managed to parse a handful of imperatives and nouns from someone who was basically just yelling the same things at him over and over.

“You can’t ---- the ---- ---------, you ----- --------! I ---- what I ---- and --- ----- to it!” the Human yelled, essentially proving his point. Virgil resisted the urge to let his chin drop down to his collar in exhausted resignation.

It was difficult to focus past the old pains from the fight with Leond, and the new pains from being strapped upright for days on end. Even if he could bring himself to pay closer attention, it wouldn’t make it easier to parse words he had no context for. Lator technology worked best when both parties were exchanging words, or at the very least, when there was more than one native speaker prattling on at you!

The Human inhaled to continue and then froze, prompting Virgil to slink his shoulders up slightly, something that had worked to show his non-aggression once or twice before. The Human wasn’t focused on him, though, whirling around to face the barn doors with their body rigid.

Because he’d never been good at uncertainty, Virgil flicked his heat-sensor eyes open just as another Human-sized mass reached the doors, moving in a predator’s stalk.

Well, he thought as the door creaked open, I’m screwed.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fic #alien au #humans are space orcs #ts virgil #ts roman #ycgb #you cant go back #my writing #writing #space au #sorry for the late posting my nap ran long #food tw

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boltwrites · 3 years

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Misfits - Chapter 1

Fandom: Star Wars - Clone Wars / The Bad Batch Pairing: The Bad Batch / Reader (Polyamorous) Rating: M (Rating May Change) Tags: Polyamorous Relationship, Force-Sensitive Reader, Slow Burn

Work Summary: After a year working with the 501st, you've been assigned a new post - Clone Force 99, aka the Bad Batch. You're concerned about the transition - you found it hard enough to fit in with the 501st, and now you had to acclimate to an entirely new squad. As it turns out, the Bad Batch is very accommodating.

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If you were being completely honest with yourself, you were nervous about your new assignment.

“Nervous” wasn’t a trait most people used to describe you. No, your former lifestyle dictated that you weren’t really allowed the luxury of nervousness – force sensitives left to fend for themselves, especially those expelled from the Order, had to grow a thick skin in order to survive. Force sensitives were valuable and much sought after, and not just by the Sith. From the day you had left the Order, it had been up to you to survive, to take care of yourself, and to make your own way in the universe.

But you were still a person – a sentient being that craved some sense of normalcy and security. And you had found that, for a fleeting moment, with the 501st. You hadn’t been thrilled with the arrangement – getting roped into a war that you wanted nothing to do with wasn’t exactly on your agenda the night you were approached by ghosts from your past and led to the Temple you had left behind so many years ago.

The Jedi had created a new program, meant to bolster their numbers in the face of the growing Sith. To create an alliance with unaligned force sensitives: the Jedi would provide protection and a generous stipend for the work provided, and the force sensitives would fight alongside the present Jedi. You hadn’t really been a huge fan of the idea, for multiple reasons… but you had been presented an offer that which you could not refuse. So you didn’t.

And it had been stable, for a bit. You hated to admit that you had grown to enjoy the company of the 501st, but you had. Your General, Anakin, was understanding, and not so uptight. He was so unlike the Knights you knew when you had been present at the Temple – he was reckless, and fearless, and he followed his own heart instead of the code. Perhaps that’s why you didn’t mind his command; you knew that he wasn’t so swayed by Council politics and related trivialities, and that he cared about his men first and foremost. You had grown fond of him, even discussing your personal philosophy regarding the force with him on a few occasions, and even sparring with his padawan, Ahsoka, on several occasions. A teenager holding a higher title than you was alien, but in the relaxed nature of the 501st, you had hardly noticed it.

But, as much as you enjoyed the company of the Jedi, perhaps the person you would miss the most was Rex. Holding the same rank didn’t seem to phase the clone Captain, as Rex had been more than happy to show you the ropes and introduce you to the men. He accepted you as his equal immediately, and you had been fast friends, bonding over your similar roles in the battle and joking about the most trivial shit that left you on the floor in stitches, Rex hunched over wheezing at perhaps the worst pun you had ever constructed. He had introduced you to the other members of the 501st, saved your ass on multiple occasions, and in turn, you had confided in him about how out of place you felt within the military structure afforded you.

“I don’t fit in,” you had rambled, waving your hands emphatically after one too many drinks at 79’s. “I mean – I’m a Captain, right? Like you. But I’m not a clone, obviously.” You laughed, feeling stupid for even pointing it out. “I mean, I know there must be more out there like me – force sensitives the Jedi picked out of thin air, coerced into joining this war…”

You had rolled your eyes, and Rex had raised an eyebrow. In turn, you had waved him off, nowhere near finished your speech.

“But – the point I’m trying to make – is that it’s not like I’m fighting alongside people that are like me. Even when we work alongside the 212th or some other battalion, I think I’ve only seen one other non-Jedi force sensitive.”

“And it’s worse, you know? You guys – the men – they all call me Jedi. Because honestly, what else do you know? What do you know besides Jedi and Sith? There’s nothing really to call a person like me – but calling me Jedi isn’t right, because then I go up to Anakin or Ahsoka, and yeah, they’re nice to me, but they don’t treat me the same as other Jedi. I’m not one of them. And I’m not one of you. So where the hell do I fit in this?”

Rex hadn’t had an answer for you, and you sure as fuck didn’t know.

Maybe that’s why you were assigned to Clone Force 99.

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“Have you worked with these guys before?” you asked, fiddling with your bag as you waited in the hangar on Coruscant. Rex stood beside you, hand on his hip as he surveyed the sky above you, no doubt waiting for your transport.

“Once. You remember when you were off on that stealth mission with Hondo?”

“Ugh, I wish I could forget.”

Rex chuckled, shaking his head at your sarcasm. “I first met them then. Don’t worry. You’ll fit right in.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, and he raised both back at you, a little smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Care to elaborate as to why, you bastard?”

Rex grinned wider, shaking his head and turning his eyes to the sky once more.

“They look at the world differently. Like you do.”

You hadn’t expected that, and you stood in shock, watching Rex as he searched for the ship that would take you from him. You thought, for just a moment, you saw a tinge of sadness in his eyes, that a sliver of grief passed over you both in the force at the thought of your parting. You opened your mouth to speak, but before you could, a ship started to descend, the roar deafening anything you might have wanted to say.

The ship landed, powering down its thrusters, and your heart flipped involuntarily. You didn’t want to be nervous – you really didn’t. You had come to know clones over the time you had spent in the GAR – close to a standard year, at this point. You knew that in order to earn their trust, you couldn’t appear afraid, or out of place. You had to act as if you belonged, as if you were already their friend, in order to actually become their friend. It was surprisingly similar to working with scoundrels in the Outer Rim – faking it until you made it.

So, you squared your shoulders and tried to seem confident, and Rex’s subtle smile and firm nod only spurred you on as he stepped to your side, prepared to introduce you to the men you would be working with for at least the new few missions.

The hatch hissed at the airlock released, the ramp lowering so that the crew could disembark.

You knew little about Clone Force 99. Your reassignment had been swift, ordered straight from the top – above even the Jedi, from the Senate itself. According to your official order, Clone Force 99, a special operations unit, was in need of a force sensitive for several missions. They didn’t operate under a Jedi General, and seeing as they were a spec ops unit, the Jedi couldn’t waste any of their precious men on such a small squad. You, however, as an unassociated force-sensitive, were ripe for the picking, and considering that you had previously been assigned to the 501st, a battalion that already operated under a Jedi Knight and Padawan, you had been the obvious choice for the job.

So, you knew that they were a special unit and that they didn’t work with Jedi on the regular. Great. That was such a detailed summary of how they operated. You were so prepared.

Well, you considered. You had gone into battle previously with even less information. It had been even worse when you were operating in the Outer Rim. It could be worse.

You tried to remain optimistic as the steam cleared from the change in pressure and temperature, the hatch hissing as the troopers disembarked. You stood transfixed as they did, and as each appeared, your eyebrows scrunched further together.

You had been told this was a clone force. As in, a clone-based unit. No Jedi, and obviously no nat borns, as beside the Jedi and force sensitives, they were restricted to the Navy, not the GAR. But these men…

It was strange. They looked so different – one large, one tall and slender, another with long hair and broad shoulders. But their biorhythms in the Force were all so similar. The force sang around them like it did with other clones – there was a distinct taste of battle to them, of shared battles, countless. Their signatures sang together, like the rest of the clones’ did, as they had grown and battled together, as they had trusted one another from the day they all met on Kamino. It spoke of a deep camaraderie that was never present among nat borns, that was specific to clones and them alone, and it dazzled you.

“Captain Rex. Good to see you.”

You blinked, snapping yourself out of your analysis of the force, only to see the clone with the longer hair greet Rex with a firm grip to the forearm. As he drew closer, you started to notice the resemblance – the same skin tone, the curve of his nose, the color of his eyes – and it was confirmed through your eyes as well that this man was, indeed, a clone.

“Good to see you too, Sergeant,” Rex replied with a nod, stepping back to gesture to you. You straightened up, standing formally to address the man you would be working with from now on. You weren’t one for formalities, but you did want to make a good impression with him. Some clones were not as openminded as Rex, and they tended to be sticklers for rules and orders, offended by the slightest deviation. Until you knew the Sergeant’s preferences, it would pay to be formal.

“This is Captain Andar. She’s the force-sensitive that’s been assigned to your unit.”

You offered Rex a small smile – he knew how much you valued the term “force sensitive” and how you wished to remain distinct from the Jedi, so you were grateful that he remembered your preference.

The Sergeant frowned, looking from you to Rex and back again, and you felt anxiety coil in your stomach. The downward tilt of his lip and his disappointment in the force compounded, leaving you feeling uneasy.

“We requested General Skywalker.”

Oh, there it was. They had expected a Jedi. Not you, some half-baked, half-trained force sensitive who wasn’t even allowed to hold a title higher than Captain. You should be used to it, at this point, the disdain and the dismissal. But it still hurt you a bit more than it should have, when you were reminded that you were only second best.

“Hunter, we’re stretched thin as it is,” Rex sighed, shaking his head a little. “I did submit your request, but this came from the top. The Senate has disallowed the allocation of the Jedi anywhere other than the front lines. We have a severe shortage of Generals – Commanders, even – but I assure you, Captain Andar is more than capable. She’s one of the best men I know.”

You smiled at Rex, a soft thanks for his kind words, even as Sergeant – Hunter, was it? – looked you up and down.

“So, you’re a force sensitive,” he addressed you. You nodded, trying to get a read on him. His large skull tattoo, which took up the majority of the left side of his face, drew your attention. Most clones turned to tattoos in order to assert their individuality – you had actually seen a few of your comrades getting their tattoos, as it was a communal activity among them. You laughed along with Rex as you watched shinies cringe at their first ink, and you even has a few pieces yourself, hidden below your clothing.

But somehow, Hunter’s skull seemed different. There was a lot about clone culture you still didn’t fully understand, and this may just be a part of it. His tattoo, however, wasn’t quite as intriguing as his hair – long and free-flowing, not tied back besides his headband. There were a few long-haired clones in the 501st, but they always kept their hair tied up neatly, either in a tight bun or a ponytail. Hunter’s was clearly too short for either of those options, and it made him look rugged. You wondered what he was trying to convey with this combination of identifying markers. Clones used everything they had to assert their individuality – to designate themselves as them, to emphasize their personality, role in the military, and who they wanted to be. What did Hunter’s want to present to you with his appearance, you wondered.

But, you couldn’t just stare at the man all day – for fuck’s sake, he had just asked you a question and you’d already spent a good half a second staring at him instead of answering.

“Yes – I possess the same abilities in the force as a Jedi such as General Skywalker or Commander Tano –“ you frowned a little. You were probably closer in skill to Ahsoka, despite being far older. That tends to happen when you’re expelled from the order at fifteen and spend more time trying to simply stay alive rather than train. “- I am more than capable of completing missions where force-related skill is necessary. And, I don’t have to answer to the Council.”

You added the last part on the end with a little chuckle, because Anakin had often asked for your assistance specifically because of that fact – the Jedi Council knew that it was a risk allowing you and the other unaffiliated force sensitives into the GAR, and it was for this exact reason. You had made it work with the 501st, though, and you wondered if this new unit would find that loophole as useful as Anakin had.

Judging by the raised eyebrow, Hunter was mildly impressed by at least something you said.

“Oh, she’ll fit right in, then,” Hunter seemed to soften, just a touch? As if understanding something you weren’t yet privy to as he flashed Rex a grin. Rex smirked back, patting you on the shoulder.

“Told you,” he mumbled to you, and you rolled your eyes at him. Well, at the very least, the Bad Batch didn’t hate you.

Yet.

#the bad batch x reader #the bad batch x you #echo x reader #hunter x reader #wrecker x reader #tech x reader #crosshair x reader #misfits #mine

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Uh Oh (Sykkuno x F!Reader)

Oneshot (maybe part of a series??? idk we’ll see): The Prequel to “Impasta” in which reader meets the gang for the first time and experiences a betrayal. Mainly Friendship

Warning: non-beta, I wrote this in one go and full sent it.

You were a small time Twitch streamer that had recently befriend a streamer with a much larger audience, ValkyRae. You had been talking back and forth for quite some time, since Rae’s dm to you weeks ago. You were mainly an rp channel where you played games like GTA, The Sims, and Animal Crossing. Though you gained a lot of your followers from playing League, though it mostly consisted of hate-followers that would only critique your gaming, even though you were pretty good at it. But it doesn’t bother you too much *que sob*

You were streaming GTA on a RP server playing an amish girl on a Rumspringa and wreaking havoc. You and your ‘gang’ had successfully finished hitting a bank truck ,causing your character to rake in a few thousand dollars, when you got a message from Rae asking you if you had wanted to play a few rounds of the popular game among us.

“Alright guys, a friend asked if I wanted to join her lobby of among us. I know it’s different from the stuff i usually stream, but is that something you guys would be cool with?” You asked your chat and watch an influx of people messaging ‘yes’ or ‘pog’. You take a sip of your Starbucks and picked up your phone to message Rae that you’ll be joining. “Fair warning, I’ve never played among us. So we’ll see how this goes, guys”

While you waited to be invited to the discord and into the lobby, you chatted with your viewers for a bit. “I just realized that I’m really awkward around new people. Like when I’m playing on the GTA Rp Server, I’m not myself, I’m a character you know? So it’s easier to talk with other people, cause they’re also role playing. Plus I don’t think I can call anyone in the discord a musty dusty rat bitch lol or sell them drugs, it’s not that kind of game...unless?...” You laugh as you login to your discord and accept the invite to the discord “alright guys! here we go~”

You enter the discord call and hear people talking.

“Y/N!” Rae exclaims “Guys this is my new friend y/n”

“Hi” Responding to the various voices greeting you

“OK, so the code is in the chat and so are the bubbles, so your chat can see who is talking and what not” Rae explains

You input the code and saw your little character in the space ship. “Oh god guys look at us!” You ran your little character around the ship “How do we change colors? I’m not feeling this blue and I saw Rae with her lil creepy mask”

You read your chat tell you what to do so you went to the little computer to change the blue to white and clicked through all the hats til you decided on the pink flower. “How about this guys? Yellow is my favorite color but its taken”

“Alright, you ready y/n?” Rae asked

“Yup” you respond by running circles around her character

“OK i’m starting. Don’t forget to mute and close chat. You can open it back up if your imposter or dead” Rae sang “Good luck~”

“Alright chat I gotta close you til the game is done? I guess” You hum as the words ‘crewmate’ pop up. “Well at least i’m not imposter, i know the game. I mean who hasn’t at this point. I just never played it, seems to be to nerve wracking”

You open the map icon and run to where the closet yellow exclamation point was, which was admin. You make sure to note all the colors around you in there as you swipe your card “Alright, green, yellow, brown,red, and orange” You repeated the colors over and over again as you make your way into electrical when you notice something “Ok uh green is following me? I don’t know why but its freaking me out.” The lights turn off and you start freaking out “Oh god, this is where I die. Don’t I? You know what do it. Kill me! It’s probably a good idea. I’m kind of an idiot and it’ll help me figure things out on my own without the pressure” You follow the arrow pointing to a panel and you click on it “What am i supposed to do? You know green, this would be the perfect opportunity to murder me in cold blood... is this how you do it?” You flip the switches so that they are all bright green and the lights turn on “YAS BITCH, I did it”

The green character kind of just circles your body as you do tasks in electrical, you do download, wires, and power diverter. “Ok BUT WHY IS HE FOLLOWING ME!!”

An orange body had been reported and that two others had died (bright green and pink) and the person who reported the body was black or as his name read ‘Abe’ “Ok, so this body was in admin on card swipe”

“Well this body couldn’t have been me or y/n” Sykkuno says “I was following her this entire time”

“Yea, I’d like to know why lol? You were kinda freaking me out dude” You laugh a bit trying to play off how nervous you were to call him out on it

“Oh No! I was protecting you” Sykkuno explains “I promise”

“Sykkuno? Are you already simping for someone?” Rae feigns exasperation

“No really guys!” He explains nervously “The new person always dies first, so I was just trying to protect her.”

You hum and smile mischievously “Unless, your just trying to gain my trust only to murder me in coldblood in front of my bestie Rae, to prove your superiority over her!?!”

Rae gasps “Really Sykkuno!?! I’m voting you just for that!”

“Wah? No wait! It’s not like that really” Sykkuno starts laughing as Rae votes “Oh God did you really vote for me?”

“Yes” Rae says and you start laughing

“So anyways, Leslie’s body is in admin?” Hafu says wanting to talk more about the body and get all the sus’s and clears

Though you gasp when you realized a few things “wait I have some info to share” teasing Sykkuno had loosened you up a bit “it was me,green,yellow,brown,red, and orange in admin. Then me and green, uh Syyykkkuunnoo? Sorry if i didn’t say your name right, left and went into electrical, then lights were called and I fixed them before finishing off my tasks in there. So the body must’ve died during lights unless she left and came back into admin after lights were fixed? which doesn’t make much sense, sooo yea” you smiled “look at me chat! being all smart and shit”

“yes” Poki agrees “I left admin also with Rae just before lights were called”

“Ok, so I know that puts sus on me, but I went straight to lights when they were called” Hafu says “Someone on the right side must’ve vented when lights were off. Like I was entering the hallway from storage with Tina when lights got fixed and we went to reactor room together. So it couldn’t have been me. Maybe Tina? I dont know which way she come from, but it was not me”

“That is true. I did meet up with Hafu at storage, but I don’t know man” Tina says “ I was doing download in comms”

“Oh god” You tell chat “I don’t know whether to believe Hafu or not. I know she is really good, along with Toast, but he hasn’t said anything”

“Well it is seven and we don’t vote on seven, so we can skip. Just putting a sus on Hafu” Rae says

“Yes please do” Hafu says as she votes to skip

“Do we know where the other bodies are?” Poki asks as the seconds start to dwindle down to zero “Also Toast? Why are you so quiet?”

“I’m trying to figure out a new strat, so don’t you worry. I’ll catch the killers” Toast starts to evil laugh and that was the end of the meeting.

“Ok we’re susing Hafu for this.Though I don’t think it’s her only cause I remember watching one of her imposter plays and it would be a too obvious kill,since so many people were there, it just doesn’t make sense, so someone venting in and killing is plausible or could be a self report? I don’t know lol It’s my first game” You run with Sykkuno and finish up your tasks together. Though lights were called when you both were at shields, you can see the vent pop open and in your little vision bubble you see a flash of red “Whelp this is where I die, I’d like to rate Sykkuno an 8 out of 10 for protecting me, but obviously I am now died” True to your word Rae killed you and you saw Sykkuno running around like a headless chicken when he reports your body

“Oh God! They got her when I was trying to protect her!” Sykkuno exclaims

“Sykkuno! You were supposed to be protecting her!?” Rae shouts “What happened? Did you kill her in cold blood? hmm?”

“smh Rae, you murdered me right in front of Sykkuno” You sigh “Well chat looks like I’m dead and we can speak now”

“No!” Sykkuno denies “I said I was going to protect her. I wouldn’t kill her after saying that”

“Well she’s dead now Sykkuno! Where’s the body?” Toast dramatically says

“It’s in shields. It happened when lights were off” Sykkyno says “I’m sorry y/n, I couldn’t protect you”

“Aw that is so cute” You pout at his apology, it wasn’t his fault. It was dark, so obviously he couldn’t see

“Well I don’t think Sykkuno did this, He said he was protecting her to everyone, so I can say that he’s crew” Hafu says “I’m at light panel, I remember seeing Poki and Tina there”

“I can confirm this” Poki says “So Toast let’s hear your big brain play. What’s your strat?”

It was silent for a minute, before Toast admits that he doesn’t have one.

“Ok so we can all agree that Toast is the imposter right?” Rae says “Vote him outta here!”

“Yep” Tina agrees hitting that vote on him and many follow suit

“Wait guys! WAIT! I do! I do have a strat” Toast screams out “Uhhh... wires! The wires guys!”

“Lol they’re gunna vote him off” You watch people voting “Rae is probably gunna win this”

“Yea, you’ve done that pay before” Poki laughs

“Don’t worry I’ll skip Toast” Sykkuno says

“Why would you skip if we’re on 6?” Rae asks “Is Toast your imposter buddy?”

“Wah? I said I was protecting y/n, why would I kill her?” Trying to make his innocence obvious

“Unless you killed her by accident or Toast did and you’re trying to protect him like the Simp you are!” Rae accuses him

Tina starts to also question Sykkuno “Wait a second, I dont think I’ve seen you do a single task this entire game! You’ve just been following y/n all around! We should vote him off next!”

“Guys, I swear it’s not me, it just doesn’t make sense” You can hear him plead “Oh no guys, how did this get twisted? It’s Rae! But how did it go to thinking Sykkuno as imposter?”

The meeting ends with Toast screaming into the abyss as he is yeeted out with Sykkuno telling him that he voted to skip.

“Ok then chat, looks like the imposters are gunna win, lets talk for a bit” You sigh and start reading the comments “ I know that I didn’t talk much with them, but I’m just awkward in general and I don’t know what to say to them. This is the first time playing with a group like this where i’m supposed to be myself and not a character.”

The words Defeat appeared on screen and there was Hafu and Rae as imposter. “I honestly didn’t think it was Hafu”

“Hafu was that you that killed Leslie in admin? I didn’t think it was “You asked when you returned to the lobby

“NO! I got framed by my own partner” Hafu explains before taking her bathroom break

“How did Rae get that kill cause I was with her?” Poki asks

“I vented from Caf back into admin when lights were off” Rae laughs “and I vented into shields and killed y/n right in front of Sykkuno!”

“Im sorry for not being able to protect you” Sykkuno runs circles around my character “Next round I’ll do better! I promise”

You laugh and start chasing after him in the ship “What if you end up as imposter?”

“Then I’ll have to look away as my imposter buddy kills you” Sykkuno laughs behind his hand and clears his throat “Im joking, Im joking, I promise”

“Wow Sykkuno” You tsk and run over to the opposite side of the room “I don’t know if I want your protection services now”

“Uh” Sykkuno splutters “I’m joking I promise! I won’t kill you as imposter”

“Wait til Corpse hears you simping over someone else” Poki says before starting the game

“Wait Hafu is still in the bathroom!” Rae exclaimed, but it was to late to stop the game from starting, so she’ll have to jump in when she comes back. Though you swear you feel your heart jump out of your chest when the words Imposter read on you screen. The 1st of the night for you and another in a row for Hafu.

“Oh God guys. Hafu is in the bathroom, but she has to carry us” You start to panic “What we do we do!?! Wait is Sykkuno seriously gunna follow us? Should we kill him or would that be to obvious?” You see the chat tell you that it would be to obvious and that it would be better to maybe frame him, but it seems to mean to you “Should we kill someone in front of him? You know to test his loyalty? It’s a terrible idea”

Though before you go on to fake tasks, you see Sykkuno standing on top of Hafu’s body, so you also go ontop of Sykkuno’s and to the outside perspective you are protecting Hafu, but really for you it’s to ensure that your imposter partner is going to be walking around and killing people,once she comes back from the bathroom. It seems that Hafu is back from the bathroom as her yellow character starts making her way away from you both. You and Sykkuno make your way to admin when lights get called and Sykkuno starts to wiggle his body around into a corner. It seems as though he wants you to stack with him in a corner, but before you do you double back when you see a body pass by and kill them, though you start to laugh when you see your character kill Rae, before ‘stumbling’ into Sykkuno’s view in the corner. You both stay there as lights turn back on and go on card swipe. You think about juking Sykkuno, but realize that it’ll look sus on you for ditching him. So you two just walk around ‘completing’ tasks as every once in a while the lights would go off and you two will stack on each other or wait for doors to open which you had been closing alot of them.

“Honestly guys I’m at a point were I just wanna murder someone in front of him” You start to evil laugh as you both stack in the corner of medbay as lights start turning on when a body got called

“It’s toast, it’s toast, it’s toast” Hafu chants as it was her who reported the body “I saw him kill Poki”

“oh she self reported” you note and click on Toast’s name but not locking in your vote just in case. You also noticed that four people had died “She killed three people!?! Wow she is beast in this game! Holy Shit guys”

“see, from my perspective it’s hafu. I didn’t see the kill, but I did see blood splatter and Hafu immediately reported the body and blamed me, so it has to be Hafu. I’m voting her” Toast explains and votes her

“no no no no no no no. I saw you kill her when lights got fixed.” Hafu describes her side and what she did in that round “ Ok guys I was afk for like the first 20 seconds and I see Sykkuno and y/n there standing on me in caf., and I’m just doing my tasks, which I finished by the way, so I’m just going back and forth going to cams and just walking around to find any dead bodies. So if you saw cams on in the last 30 or so seconds it was me. I’ve also been fixing lights too! Peter and Leslie should be able to vouch for me on that! But on this round of lights I’m making my way to go help fix them when i see blood flicker in my little bubble and as it starts to get bigger I see Toast walking away from it. Its Toast. It is 100% Toast.” She locks her vote on him “Vote him please. If you don’t vote then you’re either imposter or just throwing”

“I don’t know guys” You start and hover your mouse over the green checkmark next to Toast’s name “I’ve been with Sykkuno the entire round and we did guard Hafu’s body. For Hafu to say that she saw Toast kill, but toast didn’t see Hafu kill? It just doesnt make sense so I’m voting Toast” You lock your vote in when Hafu reminds everyone that crew has to vote together since it is on six. Reminding Peter and Leslie that Hafu has been fixing lights got their votes, but Sykkuno was hesitant “You know I can never vote Toast guys, but I have been with y/n this entire time and I know it’s not her. So, I’m sorry Toast but uh” He locks his vote in for either Hafu or Toast? Who knows if he’s simping over Toast hard.

“Sykkuno?” You can hear Toast tremble his voice “Sy-sykkuno? Who did you vote for? Sykkuno!?!?! Do- Don’t tell me...did you really vote me?”

“I uh “ He clears his throat as the votes get out and all of us had voted Toast

Toast gasps “Sykkuno!?! How could you!?!?!”

“I’m sorry! I just trust y/n!” Sykkuno explains as Toast’s body once again gets yeeted out into space.

“Wow guys, looks like we’re gunna win our first imposter game!” You wiggle around happily “and we literally did nothing...wait we killed Rae! We got our revenge from the last round mwua hahahahaha”

Sykkuno and I run circles around each other before walking back into medbay. You can see Hafu kind of trailing behind and the doors get locked with us three in it, but Hafu is just standing there. “Chat what is Hafu doing? Why is she just standing there” You can see Sykkuno step on the med scan “Wait she wants ME to kill SYKKUNO! Oh god that is so evil lol but i’m so useless as imposter, so I might as well get in at least 25% of the kills”

Once Sykkuno steps off you just murder him and you see that you had won.

“I- I can’t believe you just killed me!?! I trusted you y/n” Sykkuno exclaims

“Sykkuno” Rae sighs “she KILLED ME in caf! Why did no one NOT SEE MY CHOPPED BODY IN CAF!”

You just laugh “I’m sorry Sykkuno, but my chat was telling me that Hafu wanted me to kill you”

“Yea, cause I did like all of the kills and sabotages” Hafu recounts who and how she killed

“Sykkuno, you giant simp. I can’t believe you vote me” Toast tsk’ed

“I can’t believe y/n was the imposter! and she killed me!” Sykkuno shakes his head “you know what i’m no longer protecting you anymore”

“Wait Sykkuno I’m sorry. Really” You giggle

“No no no it’s ok, it’s all part of the game” Sykkuno reassure you that he is not actually mad and that he hoped you had fun “But i wont be protecting you from now on, I have scars now”

So, you play a few more games before calling it quits and end your stream. Later on, you find that Sykkuno started following you on Twitter and Instagram, You totally did not stalk both of his pages and you totally don’t think that he’s cute.....

SideNote: You totally murdered someone in front of Sykkuno and he totally didn’t snitch on you. Instead he protected you as you ran around killing more people in front of him and like the giant Simp he is he totally went ‘I neva snitch on you Daddy, I hold a brick for you Daddy’.

#sykkuno x reader #sykkuno x y/n #sykkuno imagines #sykkuno fanfic #youtubers x reader #corpse husband x reader #corpse x reader #corpse imagines

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