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rayisalive · 1 year

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★A/N: This is just a joke don’t take it seriously hh- it’s not meant to offend anyone in any way.

Originally I was gonna have a Y/N-Malleus-Ace-Jack imaginary harem but oh well hh-

I lowkey wanna write more of this AU- Y/N vs the overblots(/hj)

Please bully Y/N with me

★Includes: Fem reader(I’M SORRY BUT ALMOST ALL Y/N FICS I SEE ARE FEM READER AND I NEED IT TO BE FEM READER TO POKE FUN AT Y/N-) reader x Malleus and Ace(sevens I feel bad for them already, but I need Y/N’s imaginary love triangle) crack fic

★Context: It’s just me making a crack fic of the typical, pardon I mean “not like other girls” Y/N from fics x TWST hh-

★Tag.List: @yinenovica @snek-disappearedagain

←Y/N in Scarabia →

I opened up by bluer than the ocean which gets the blue color due to the water absorbing colors in the red part of the light spectrum but I’m too dumb to know that so I’ll just say eyes as blue as sapphires.

Anyway I opened my sapphire blue orbs, my blue pearls, my blue balls in what I call eye sockets, my blue orbeez, I opened them and peered around my room.

Ah, today was just another Tuesday in my boring, uneventful, sad, life.

I turned to check the time on my clock, it was 8:06.

Wait, 8:06?! I was late for school even though no one would care if I was there or not!

I quickly rushed out of my bed, not paying attention to anything else.

I threw on an oversized hoodie and leggings as I live life like a side character in cartoons and only have one set of clothes.

Tying my hair into a messy bun I dashed out of my room, entering the kitchen.

Sadly, my parents weren’t there, they had died 50 years before I was born in a car crash.

I struggled to handle making myself a quick breakfast and doing last-minute homework.

I mean, I could barely reach the countertop as I am 1’3 tall with golden hair longer than Rapunzels.

After eating a small breakfast, I made my way to NRC, the dreaded school I go to.

I hate almost everything about it, I’m not what you would call the popular kids. I get bullied, and for no reason. Oh well, it’s just better to ignore them I guess.

Walking towards the gate, I made a sharp turn. I had to avoid others when entering, for some reason I was always removed even though I very much am totally a student there.

I weaved through the woods until I finally arrived at the backdoor.

Upon entering I felt my tiny body, smaller than a piece of rice, needs a microscope to see, smaller than the writers self-confidence, I felt myself crash into another student.

Looking up I saw one of the students that had gone to the school.

I could feel my face get redder than the wattpad logo as I stammered words out, looking for an excuse.

“I- I- I- I- I- I- I- I- I- I- I- I- I- I- I- I- I- I- I- I- *insert 500 more “I-”’s* I’m so sorry,” I said, my voice quavering with each word.

“It’s nothing,” they said, before walking away.

I could feel tears grow as he walked off. There was no way, why did I deserve this? Why had everyone have to be so mean even if he literally did nothing wrong and I just like to be dramatic.

I took off like a caterpillar on drugs, making my way to the rooftop.

Barely anyone was there as I slowly approached the side. I looked around, making sure no one was watching.

Taking deep breaths, I let my voice ring out louder than a fire alarm as I sang the one true song I could resonate with, Fight Song by Rachel Platten.

I felt my fears and worries wash away as I sang, letting my true self shine.

“There she goes again,” grumbled a student as they let out a sigh, walking away.

Another student looked up to yell, “Stop singing, you sound like a fire truck had crashed into a brick wall 50 times then refused to fix the siren as it was driven by toads.”

Onlookers did their best to hide their laughs as they left, not wanting to draw attention to themselves.

As I heard the comment I immediately stopped singing, my feelings once again hurt.

Looking down, the person who I had assured to make the comment gave me a thumbs up, most likely enjoying the fact I had stopped singing.

I instantly recognized the red hair, it was none other than Ace Trappola, a first year in my alchemy class.

I felt miserable as I walked back down, off to class even though once again no one would care if I was there or not.

As I exited the classroom once again my smaller than a lego figurine self walked into someone due to the fact that despite having eyes I can not see and if given the chance I would accidentally run into a wall of cacti.

My books tumbled out of my hands, happy to be free from me, as I fell to the ground despite barely touching the person.

“Watch where you’re going,” they mumbled before walking past me, leaving me there alone.

Somehow someone voluntarily walked within 500 ft of me, as they bent down, helping me pickup my books who were so close to escaping me.

I could distinctly tell him apart from the other students, who else was a tall dragon fae with horns? Only Malleus Draconia of course.

As we stood back up I felt the brush of his hand as he handed me my book. Red colored my face as I realized this could only mean one thing, he was in love with me.

How did I get to that conclusion? Oh well I’m so detached from society that I think my life is a wattpad story and anyone who gives me any sort of physical touch is in love with me, plus I’m too dumb to try to look at the situation logically.

“T- T- T- T- T- T- *insert 201837 more “T-”’s* Thankyou,” I stutter out before running off, not paying any attention to the dumbfound fae watching me.

Walking down the hallways I could feel their stares as I headed to the only place I could truly be myself, the rooftop of course.

As I walked towards the edge once more, I let my voice out like someone opening a broken music box that was smashed by a hammer 600 times.

I sang until I had been interrupted, once again by the same rude redhead before.

I turned to see his scarlet red orbeez eye me, his voice cocky and confident.

“You sure do like singing that song, even though you sound like a burning building.”

“W- W- W- W-,” I attempted to respond before he interrupted me again, angering me further.

“Jeez, do you hafta stutter 500 times before saying a word? I get stuttering but you just seem like you’re exaggerating it,” Ace said, placing a smirk on that stupid face of his.

I gave out a scoff before turning back around, looking at the now full courtyard below me.

Ace let out a sigh before walking up next to me, a shock really as no one would want to be caught within 100 ft near me.

He rested his head on the railings as he looked out below too, keeping an awkward silence between us.

For the first time he wasn’t making fun of me, and seeing as how I reacted to Malleus helping me pickup my books, it was only natural for me to believe he had a crush on me aswell, of course I had to use the overused “only bully them because you like them” and “I can fix him” trope.

We stayed there until Ace perked his head up, a sudden burst of realization on his face.

“Wait a moment, this is an all-boys school, how the hell are you here? Are you even a student here?!” He yelped, his once calm expression now replaced with one surprised.

Just then a burst of faculty entered the roof, charging towards me.

I quickly took my books and ran off, not minding any attention to those who tried to stop me.

“Catch her!” Someone yelled as I pushed past people, which really wasn’t needed because once again I’m like a caterpillar on drugs.

I could hear someone mumble along the words, “Just another Tuesday,” as I ran past them, and honestly they were right, this was almost my daily routine.

Perhaps this was why I was often removed from the school, but you see as a wattpad Y/N I can break the logic and rules of stories.

After what felt like I was running forever I finally once again arrived at my house, tired from the chase.

Finally I was able to rest as I placed my books and bag down. Taking my 100 ft hair out of the bun and leaving to relax. Of course, all by myself because I have no friends.

©rayisalive 9/16/22 None of my work is to be translated, plagiarized, or reposted without my knowledge. If I inspired you be sure to tag me so I can check it out!

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yanderes-galore · 1 year

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romantic (if thats even possible w her, tbh😅) tex w/ a gn reader? if not tex, she can always be swapped out for whoever you want😊

Based on her backstory, may be a little different than the usual yandere I do. This is different from my first Tex variation, I hope it's better.

It's left open due to Texas's nature, my revised version shows she wouldn't act on her obsession that much and instead it expresses in a different way almost undetected. I hope this portayal is closer to the character.

Spoilers for Halo Red vs Blue, takes place around Freelancer Saga yet altered from the original.

Anomaly

Yandere! Agent Texas Scenario

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, OOC, Overprotective behavior, Slight stalking, Jealousy, Texas doesn't understand her emotions, Darling's oblivious and doesn't understand her either, Violence, Swearing.

Agent Texas, one of if not the most skilled Freelancers in the program. She's superior in combat, engineering, and stealth compared to other agents. You never knew why or how she got so good, coming from seemingly out of nowhere into the program and in missions.

It wasn't your place to know.

Really, you knew nearly nothing about Tex. For the longest time you didn't know she was even a girl until she spoke. You... just never really communicated with her.

You two never had a reason to talk outside of training.

Even when you trained she easily kicked your ass. You'd end up flat on your back with her staring at you through her visor. You can feel the disappointed stare from her.

It's like she's telling you to do better.

You try, you really do. You're training all day every day in an attempt to get your name up that board. You know you won't be as good as Tex, yet you just want to be decent.

You never seemed to understand her. Not only did her supernatural strength elude you, but her behavior did too. You were never all that close with her...

So why does she stare at you?

It's like that's her form of communication with you. While you're doing your own thing, other Freelancers report Tex looking in your direction. It's like she's observing you....

It seemed harmless enough.

You didn't have beef with her. Not that you knew of, anyways. She may just... notice you training?

It's just another Tex thing you don't understand....

The first time she actually came up to you was when you were training alone. It startled you to hear her voice.

"Hey."

Keeping her greeting brief, she leans on the wall while watching you.

"Need a partner?"

"What? So you can rub it in my face you're better?"

"Maybe. Wouldn't a training session improve us both?"

You stop what you're doing, turning to her and sighing.

"Well... if I'm gonna improve at all on that board, I might as well learn from the best."

It was then you properly "bonded" with the Freelancer. By bonding, it was just idle chatter as you were thrown around like a sandbag. By the end of it you were wincing everywhere

"You need to be faster... also, if you can't improve that, at least try stealth."

"Damn... what are you, a robot?"

Tex stares at you for a moment, watching you get off the floor.

"... quit joking. When are you practicing again?"

"Uh, well... tomorrow with Carolina-"

"Carolina?"

"Yes..."

"Then I'll join you."

"I don't think Carolina would enjoy tha-"

"She can deal."

Agent Texas after that session always wished to train with you after that. Part of you wondered if she liked seeing you get tossed around by her. It didn't matter if you had plans either.

She'd excuse it as you practicing duo exercises.

Tex's fixation on training you was just another Tex thing you didn't understand.

Although you were beginning to learn her patterns. She was always strict on your mistakes... yet strangely parental and caring towards you in her own way. She wasn't soft, but she wasn't as cold as you thought either.

The others were getting upset when Tex kept inserting herself into your training time.

"Agent Texas. Agent (Y/N) is scheduled for SOLO sessions today."

Agent Carolina would scold her, Tex brushing her off.

"Oh please, you both could use some training from me. I'll wipe the floor with you."

Then there's other times where you could train with someone as gentle as York or North Dakota... Tex would still suggest you all come at her.

You were starting to tire of this. What did you even do to catch her attention? Plus... the staring never stopped.

Even when you talk with other Freelancers she stares. She gets annoyed if it's someone like South Dakota, Maine, or Wyoming....

Tex seems rather tame and calm when talking to you, though. To others it's as though she had a soft spot for you like Carolina. If it was brought up... she gets defensive.

Through training, you and Agent Texas grew closer. You always saw her as a close companion, a sister in arms. She saw you as... well, she wasn't sure.

She's never been very well-versed in the relationship field. If this is what she thinks it is... she has trouble expressing it. She's just... unable to? It's not really in her coding.

Instead... this is the closest she gets to processing these new feelings towards you. She wants to train you... to make you stronger. She wants your attention on her... strangely enough. She also doesn't like other people training you-

They won't do it right.

Her feelings towards you come across as platonic, bordering on romantic. She's overprotective of you... she cares for you.

You're special to her and she doesn't want you to do anything stupid.

She's happy when she sees you work so hard with her. You may struggle to match her, yet you've grown used to her and her behavior. You're extremely close.

Almost inseparable.

In truth, Tex can't help but stare because she admires you. She likes that you make an effort. She appreciates your attempts at getting stronger.

She also acknowledges your weakness, however.

Deep down... she fears one wrong mistake will kill you. As a Freelancer, you'll always be hunted. She wants you to be able to defend yourself...

So she's here to help you.

She'd never admit how she feels out loud. It's best to keep that hidden.... She instead shows her care for you in her actions.

While she isn't affectionate, you still see her as family. Even if her behavior is strange at times... you care for her similar to how she sees you. You just wish she'd stop hovering around you at base.

Tex is usually independent. Despite this, you're almost never seen without her. The Director has even started to notice this.

Just when you thought you understood her... she does something else weird.

You had recently started to become more involved with North Dakota recently. Something that has caused changes in Tex. You've noticed she has more aggression lately.

"Just how close have you been getting with (Y/N)?"

"Woah, Tex, no need to interrogate me! Me and (Y/N) have just... been talking more lately."

"Don't pull that with me... you like (Y/N), don't you?"

"Why's that matter-"

"Tex?"

At the sound of your voice, Tex stops talking to North to look at you. That was when you started noticing the aggression. It also made you wonder... if Tex thought more of you than you thought?

You're reading into her too much... must be.

She just trains with you. She's like a sister to you. She's just... overprotective, that's all.

But why doesn't she trust North of all people?

"Hey, pay attention."

Tex calls you back from your thoughts, making you look up from your seat.

"H-Huh? Oh sorry, Tex."

"Doing better or did you hit your head too hard?"

"Yeah... I'm good."

"Then let's go again, another round."

Confusing you, she pulls you up from your spot and helps you stand. Her touch is gentle yet still forceful. As you both depart and get in your positions, you look at her through your visor.

You're looking too much into Tex, after all, not many could understand her.

She's just being Tex, maybe North and her had a fight?

Everything's fine... all you should focus on is training with her.

You trust Tex, she's helped you so much in the Freelancer program.

Why would she ever harm you or the others?

#yandere halo red vs blue #yandere halo rvb #yandere agent texas

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quill-pen · 10 months

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Scrooge Fanfiction Masterlist

One-shots (Start off as ScroogeXReader then changes to ScroogeXOC as the insert became hr own characters but the idea remains the same)

~Blessing SFW: Scrooge reassures his reader!wife of his love and adoration for her.

A Christmas Confession pt. 1 SFW: On their first Christmas as a married couple, Scrooge and Reader host a Christmas party and put the children to bed with dreams of Santa and sugarplums dancing through their heads.

A Christmas Confession pt. 2 SFW: Still on their first Christmas as a married couple, Reader finally comes to clean to Ebenezer about her feelings for him, despite how she fears his rejection. His response is incredible.

~Not Over Quickly NSFW: While sharing a passionate night with wife!reader, Ebenezer makes something happen that's never happened before.

Making TikToks with Ebenezer pt.? SFW: Modern AU--Ebenezer suggests making a TikTok with you and surprises you with what the subject is.

~Sexy, unnamed fic inspired by prompt 1 NSFW: A snuggly, bookish evening turns a little steamy because Bess just can't keep her hands off her handsome hubby.

Custard, Strawberries, and April Fools prompt inspired 2 SFW: Just a lovely spring picnic between a loving and sweet couple.

~Welcomes Home prompt inspired 3 SFW: Ebenezer returns home to find Bess away. Yet even in her absence, she manages to welcome him home.

Cute, untitled fic inspired by prompt 4 SFW: A sugary sweet moment between our OTP.

~Just so Punny NSFW: Scrooge really does not appreciate puns.

A Good Cowgirl NSFW: Bess is a very good cowgirl--just ask Ebenezer.

~Like George SFW: Some insight into Bess' relationships with some of the main men in her life.

Toddie vs. Ebeness NSFW-ish: Just a comparison of two of my favorite ships in my Scroogeverse.

~She-Wolf NSFW: Just a little passionate doggy-style between our wolfish soulmates.

A Good Man SFW: Ebenezer Scrooge is a good man; Bess just wishes he could see it as easily as she can.

~Somewhere Out There SFW: Bess goes through a rough break-up with her fiancé.

The Queen's Protector NSFW: Bess receives some unwanted attention from another man and Ebenezer comes to her aid.

~Storm Shelter SFW: Bess goes into a spiral after a suffering flashback from her childhood.

Fear the Big Bad Wolf SFW: Ebenezer comforts Bess and makes promises to her after she reveals threatening information.

~In Your Corner SFW: Bess has a rough morning and Ebenezer comforts her.

~Boss (continuation of 'In Your Corner') SFW: Bess finally lays down the law with her housekeeper.

A Father's Regret SFW: Jacob Marley pays another ghostly visit.

~Domesticity SFW: Bess finally makes Scrooge Manor her home.

Deep NSFW: Those hands are magical.

~ Bess SFW: A sorry attempt at poetry based on the moment Ebenezer meets Bess for the first time.

Forever SFW: A comparison of Bess' and Ebenezer's wedding and Bea's and Jacob's wedding. From both the women's and men's perspectives.

~Powder Room NSFW-ish: A short little drabble/thot about our minxy otp.😉

A Good Day to Die NSFW: Another short drabble about some spicy office lovin'.

~A Quiet Evening SFW: In the Sims Scrooge timeline, Bess and Ebenezar--also known as Wolf--share a romantic evening together.

The Wolf & The Moon SFW: Another sorry attempt at poetry.😬

~Tattoo SFW: A little ficlet about a conversation between modern!Bess and Ebenezer concerning scars and tattoos.

Goosebumps SFW: A little poem-ish drabble about our dear former miser through the eyes of his beloved wife.

~Red NSFW: A small drabble centering around a pair of lingerie and the color red. Featuring our beloved wolf-motifed couple.

Pearls SFW: Ethel Cratchit never liked pearls. But she still wanted them because of what they'd come to symbolize for her.

~Blue Moon SFW: Blue moons should be blue. And come in pairs.

Angel SFW: A poem by our favorite former miser as he slowly realizes his love for a freckle-faced, blue-eyed, black-haired American.

~My Bess NSFW: A steamy moment of passion between our favorite pair.

Meet the Scrooges pt. 1 SFW: In the Sims 4 Scroogeverse, Ebenezar--a.k.a. Wolf--finally takes his new wife, Bess, to meet her in-laws.

~ That's Why They're 'The Wolves' NSFW: A little thot set in the Timeless Scroogeverse concerning why our favorite couple are called "The Wolves".

Jealousy SFW (but littered with crude language and overall toxicity): Bess gets engaged. She is thrilled. Oliver and Abigail are not.

~My Big Sister by Millicent Sullivan-Scrooge SFW: A draft of a report Millie writes and reads in one of my fics.

The Declaration SFW: In the DND Scroogeverse, ex-warrior-priestess Bess puts herself between the werewolf she loves and those who would threaten him.

~Draped in Moonbeams NSFW: Ebenezer comes home to a rather lovely surprise awaiting him in the master bedroom.

Timeless Firsts with the Girls: Kisses--Addie SFW: In the Timeless Scroogeverse, Addie tells the girls her experience of being kissed by Tom Jenkins for the first time

#scrooge 2022 #netflix scrooge #scrooge a christmas carol #ebenezer scrooge #scrooge #fanfiction #masterlist

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moodymisty · 1 year

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I posted 998 times in 2022

That's 997 more posts than 2021!

92 posts created (9%)

906 posts reblogged (91%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@rexxdjarin

@ariadnes-red-thread

@sleepingsun501

@zoeykallus

@rosegold-darling

I tagged 522 of my posts in 2022

Only 48% of my posts had no tags

#recommendedfics - 97 posts

#not writing - 66 posts

#return of the queue - 52 posts

#mywriting - 45 posts

#reader insert - 38 posts

#reader - 36 posts

#the bad batch x reader - 27 posts

#tbb x reader - 25 posts

#tech x reader - 18 posts

#crosshair x reader - 14 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#the amount some people nowadays will just drop fandoms like andy dropped woody once offical content stops for more than even a few weeks is

My Top Posts in 2022:

✨Your Lingerie vs The Bad Batch✨

Authors note: These may or may not have inspired some fic wips send help

🔴Echo is a simple man. He loves the classics; Delicate lace and soft edges, not too aggressive but not too demure. But he'll also be onboard with whatever you like the most, as your confidence is just as much of a turn-on as the outfit itself. But if he ever had to think of something that would really get his engine going...

While Echo may have traded out of his reg armor when he decided to join Clone Force 99-changing into black and red paint to fit them-he'll still always have a weakness for you wearing something colored in that ever distinctive 501st blue.

⚫️Tech loves elegance. He is as clean cut as he can reasonably get given circumstances, and has a guilty desire for seeing you in the same. When he thinks of lingerie he instantly thinks of slips and corsets; Things an heiress or princess would wear. They make you feel expensive, like you should be walking down a palace hall with a robe worth double it's weight in credits.

If you ever chose wear something like that? Blue screen. Full kernel error. 404 'Tech.exe' not found. His hands will gently lay against your thighs and feel both your skin and the fabric underneath his palms, face beat red while you however, feel incredibly pleased.

🔴Hunter secretly loves letting you have the lead every now and again, and he's able to melt under your touch. But Hunter has never actually said it out loud, even if you already knew.

One day you decided to really capitalize it, having invited him to your home while he was on shore leave. You'd kissed him and before long, decided to tell him you needed to change really quick. Hunter found it a little odd, but watched as you ran off like you were about to open Life Day presents, swiping something from your closet on the way.

You returned a few minutes later dolled up in with jet black, full garter belt and stockings. Hunter's throat choked up so that he grew almost silent, to the point that you worried you didn't look as good as you felt. That turned out to not be the case, and Hunter enjoyed playing that night what he felt was maybe a little too much.

You still have that same set packed away in a safe spot, breaking it out every now and again when Hunter gives you that look.

⚫️Wrecker You had tried the whole 'fancy lingerie' thing before, as a surprise when Wrecker had a rare bit of shore leave after deployment. And while it certainly didn't go badly, not a set of even the most expensive lingerie could beat the way his chest tightens at the sight of you wearing his own clothes.

Having once decided to steal one of his black undershirts, the sleeves went down past your hands and the bottom went to your thighs, meant for someone far larger than you. When he'd caught you in the process of stealing it, you had jokingly asked how it looked; fingers grasping the bottom hem and spanning the fabric out on either side. Wrecker figured words weren't going to work when he spit out 'you good look yeah' which make you bust out laughing, then he busted out laughing in response to you; Before he just decided to pick you up and move you to a more desirable locale.

🔴Crosshair more so wants the outfit to fit the scenario. Wearing some soft lace and ruffles? Best become pliant and behaved under his hands. Pulling on a more demure type of slip, that you'd almost be scared to touch with rough hands ? Crosshair can corrupt you, while watching fabric worth far more than its weight in credits softly rub against your thighs. Jet black or fire red bras and garter belts with tight, harsh seams? Not many can break a clone like him, but he'd love to see you try.

Crosshair will always be a brat, but it's a matter of which type of brat you're getting. Lingerie helps set the mood, though he won't admit he also likes the rare feeling of softness against his skin.

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Tight Confines

Authors note: Hunter with a scent kink. I don't think I have to say much more beyond that.

Part 2

Summary: Hunter has one hell of a nose, and you smell incredibly good. (Pre-Order 66.)

Relationship: Hunter/Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, scent kink, quickie, Hunter has a real rough time but he tries, ever so slight angst, getting frisky in the cockpit of the Marauder while everyone else is asleep, overall just general smuttiness

Words: 8462

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↢ Bad Batch Kinks ↣

Author's note: Now, is it really kink HCs if I don't say Hunter has a predator/prey kink? It's like a right of passage.

Warning: NSFW

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✨Where each boy likes to be kissed, and where they like to kiss you✨

Authors note: This infested my mind like brain worms and I had to spit it out

(Gender neutral reader)

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692 notes - Posted June 7, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

✨Clones and how they act with a crush; A Guide✨

Authors note: I'm stuck in a hotel for the weekend, so enjoy my cabin fever musings

(Gender neutral reader)

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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rhyske · 1 year

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Request Rules & Media List

Status: Open

Rules:

- Accepts NSFW, angst, and reader inserts

- Consent is sexy, no non-con. No cheating scenarios, no intentional maliciousness/abuse

- I will respect a character's canon sexuality/romantic orientation

- Please specify what pronouns to use for reader inserts and MCs that have different gender options. I will usually default to either they/them or she/her if not specified

- Please give a prompt with your request. I need something to work with

- Your request doesn't have to be a couple/romantic request. I also love writing platonic stuff as well!

Media:

- Mass Effect 1-3 *Shakarian for slash only for now*

- Dragon Age 2 (need to replay)

- Final Fantasy XV

- Final Fantasy XIII

- The Mighty Nein (not fully done watching, 90+ episodes in though)

- The Wayhaven Chronicles

- Bravely Default

- Bravely Second

- Harvestella

- NieR:Automata

- Homesick (Webtoon)

- Resident Evil (no Adeon, no Leshley, 7 or 8)

- Red vs Blue (Blood Gulch crew)

#request rules #rhyske request rules

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neonpaperlanterns · 1 year

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My Do's and Don'ts

Hello everyone so here is my do's and don'ts.

I am fairly opened minded and I don't mind writing for a variety of scenarios. Nsfw, yandere situations or otherwise

But there are things I am absolutely not okay writing about. I am not comfortable writing about blood play, vore, vomit, scat, waterspotting, incest, and pedophilia. These make me very uncomfortable and I will not write for them.

I will say that if you request anything dealing with assault or nonconsensual themes that I will write that to an extent. Nothing graphic or overly detailed. Things can be heavily implied though.

I do reserve my right to reject a request that I am uncomfortable with or do not feel qualified to be writing.

This is a small thing but I have a preference for writing named characters. I'm perfectly okay doing reader-inserts, I just like having names for the people I am bringing to life. I will state though that I don't write for other people's OCs.

Now onto fandoms.

Fandoms I will write for

Bendy and the Ink Machine

Bleach (But only up to the arrancar arc. Haven't seen anything past that)

Dark Crystal (Movie and series)

Labyrinth

Resistant Evil Village

One Piece

Over the Garden Wall (no nsfw)

Red Vs Blue

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2003, 2012, 2014-16, and 2018)

Transformers (Tfp, Tfa, bayverse, rid2015, and rescue bots. I will eventually read more continuities. Maybe)

Troll Hunters

More fandoms will be added with time.

Fandoms I don't write for

Dragon Ball Z

Dungeon Meshi- I love this manga/anime and I fear to touch it because it is so perfect. (I might change my mind about writing for it. Maybe)

Five nights at Freddy's

Naruto

Overwatch

Supernatural

The Boys

There are more I just can't think of them right now.

#neonpaperlanterns #rules

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stareiiez · 4 years

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Flower Petals and Blood

𝐿𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝐶𝘩𝑢𝑟𝑐𝘩 𝑥 𝐹𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

Chapter 6

Word Count: 3.4k

𝑨/𝑵: HI! Hello, yes, it's me. I have updated with an even longer chapter for this ongoing series that you guys have really seemed to enjoy :D I’m happy for the support and love I’ve gotten!

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: Graphic description of choking, perhaps vomit. Nothing too extreme for n o w, just good ole choking on some flowers.

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"What's your deal?" You complained, your feet were trying to plant on the metal flooring of the base and then on the ground when you were dragged outside the base.

Your voice was high pitched and annoyed, as you if you had every right to be a bit whiny towards another soldier. The black-armored clad female had dragged you from your doorway, leaving behind Tucker to talk to you in private. The sun beat down on to your bear head and already sweat was working its way to dampen the back of your neck and back itself. It seemed to only get hotter in Blood Gulch around 'summertime', you had a way of telling when the 'seasons' changed due to the slight difference in this area.

"Whatever you could have said, you couldn't have said in front of your other teammate." You bit out, as the grip on your wrist grew tighter. Oh right, you forgot to mention how she had held you by the arm like a child who was in trouble, then dragged you away. She should have just grabbed you by the ear and scolded you just to further add on to your embarrassment.

"This isn't about him, this is far from him. Who you do on your own time in none of my concern. He's not even my teammate, to begin with in the first place, I'm just hired to be here to replace Church's death." Tex stated, her hand had pulled you harshly forward as the two of you wandered behind the back of the Blue base.

How quick she practically threw you ahead of her had your head spin slightly as you fought to gain your balance against the quick moment of momentum. Was a conversation that serious that she had to be that bitch to pull you away from- .. from. Well, what did she step in on back there? Were you going to do something with Tucker? You couldn't even remember, the moment he set his hands on you. Your body burst into flames of heat and some tingly feeling that left your mind dazed beyond compare. You were on fire and he added more gasoline to the bonfire that screamed in your chest. He burned the bright petals away and let you live. Maybe you were just pent up and Tucker was your only scapegoat. Did you like him? Maybe. He was good-looking, funny when he wasn't talking about his dick, and caring. He worried over your condition and in that one spare intimate moment, you could feel the ache in your lungs. He made you feel, normal. Tucker made you feel something other than pain and for one painstakingly moment as the world around you spun. Maybe he was something you needed in your life.

"Something is off about you," Texas spoke once you gained your bearings, her voice brought on that itchy feeling to your chest. Her voice was nails on a chalkboard and that yanked you out of your glazed over attention.

‘Gee Tex, as if puking up petals wasn't off enough. What do you want? A fucking billboard so you can see it easier instead of looking down at me from your god damn high horse named Church?' You thought to yourself.

Acid burned in your throat as you bit down on your tongue. You swallowed the sharp acidic tang that tried to push its way past your teeth in word vomit or actual vomit. Your breath left in a quick rush of air once your gazed turned to cast the female an actual agent of the nearly forgotten Project; and you. You were just someone that knew everything about the agents, everything the Project stood for. You could spill your guts to the public, to cover what the media didn't when the Director went into hiding. You didn't hate Project Freelancer, no you loved the stories that you heard about them. You loved and looked up to the war criminals as if they were Earth's do-gooders who saw no wrong and weren't manipulated into thinking they were better than anyone. Captain Flowers even told you of his past, of him faking his death to get into this particular simulation group under a new persona. He was dedicated enough to sell his soul for Project Freelancer, and by god did that organization let him down coldly.

He was crazy. his sanity gone and down the drain, the Project fell. He was all smiles and sadistic chuckles when everyone he ever knew or cared for was shown up as MIA or KIA. His sanity was gone and switched out for episodes that he was either way too friendly that it was uncomfortable, or for others that were a bit too bloodthirsty for a canyon group of idiots. He wasn't Agent Florida, he was some other man that filled that husk and took his job with the biggest grain of salt in the salt shaker.

You just hated her. Hate was a strong word, but she was just another manipulation that was conned by the Director. She didn't have to come back, she didn't have to be here and have Church wrapped around her pink finger, but she did. Church was hardwired to chase after her, he was destined to live out the Director's love through another robotic AI copy of her. You were just here on the sidelines to watch it play out and choke to death on some fucking made-up disease. Why do you need to be the one to tell her your whole fucked up one-sided love triangle fiasco when it's obvious she is here to just intimidate her.

Like some twisted female Alpha, she wants to make sure you don't fuck with what's hers. If it's possible to give hickies and blow an AI you'd gladly track Church down and make it happen as long as she sees it. The itchy feeling bloomed slowly back in your chest, your breath stuttered just slightly in your lungs. It was starting to hurt, the itchy feeling was moving upwards, like vines of a rose garden and twinning themselves through your organs. It's sharp thorns digging into flesh and tissues.

"Well?" Tex states, her arms have crossed over her onyx chest plate. Her head tilted to assess your unarmored form, and you swear she's grinning under the visor.

"It's just a head cold." You gritted out, the lie slipped through by the skin of your teeth, the truth was biting and burning on your tongue. The acidic taste rolled on your tongue, and it was harder to swallow this time around.

There was a scoff, from the other. Texas stared at you, her gold emotionless visor was staring you down. It was like she could see past the wavering lie you had hastily said to force her to be on her way. The silence growing between you two was nothing but uneasy, and your mouth burned with the sensation to double over and puke. You wouldn't mind spilling your guts, literally, on her polished black boots before you even amused her further. You needed to throw up, petals or liquid you couldn't tell this time around, whatever Texas was staring at, you wanted her to hurry up and move on. Your upper lip quivered as another beat of silence passed and she finally broke eye contact.

"I'll just go ask Church, you two seem to be.... way more comfortable for a teammate." One finger pointed accusingly at your face.

Your lips curled up at her words. "what's that supposed to mean?"

Tension sizzled, tightened, wound around your throat, and warmed your red blood cells that coursed through your veins as Tex didn't hesitate to reply.

"Church isn't smart, he's see-through." A snort escaped your mouth, one you couldn't help to not hold back. Yeah, no shit, he's see-through, he's not even a fucking real person.

With a glare you could feel penetrate through the golden, emotionless visor Tex continued. "He likes to hang around you, he's less of an-"

"Asshole?" You quipped.

"I was going to say absolute dumbass of a dick, but that works too if you want to be basic." She sighed, "Look, for some reason Church likes to hang around you. He rants, I hear him rambling and somehow cussing you out across the damn canyon. He's loud enough for even the dead to hear." *Ha, funny.*

"And this is supposed to make me blush?"

"I'm saying that whatever is going on between you, friends, you're screwing each other or whatnot. I'll find out what's happening with you, so watch your back." Bored with conversating over an Ex of hers, and whatever the hell kind of frequent one night stand hookup partner, The Bitch in Black sauntered away with the confidence that she was so sure of herself.

Once she had rounded around the base and was, hopefully, out of earshot, you wheezed hard. Lungs ached and trembled as a sharp pitched exhale left. Stabs of hot knives sliced at warm, soft, fleshy, sacs of skin that shrunk and grew behind your ribcage. The world blurred in watery colors, and small tears pricked and warmed your cheeks as they slipped down your skin. You didn't choke on petals, it felt fuller in your throat. The object bulged in your throat and tickled your trachea. Velvet petals, earthy tasting that made you gag and try to swallow whatever was temporarily blocking your air passage. You couldn't gag, couldn't possibly cough hard enough to even move the blockage more up to the back of your mouth. You were choking to death, and you were pretty sure you looked like an absolute mess or more while balancing in the brink of death.

With another choked gag, you fell to your knees on the dusty ground and then flung your whole body crashing down violently on the sun-baked ground in desperation. The sudden jarring and slam of your stomach on the floor, shoved the last few puffs of sweet oxygen and carbon dioxide gave the gentle shove of the object. Petals tickled your uvula, and you nearly clamped your mouth shut in repulsion. It wouldn't bug, no amount of even throwing up or coughing would make it move anymore. You'd have to shove your fingers down your throat to free your airflow yourself.

A trick, one stupid college tale your best friend told you before you shipped out for the military, was tucking your left thumb into your fist and squeeze. Strong, weak, or no gag reflex you couldn't give a damn. Not taking the chance to puke your guts out and more from just putting your fingers to the back of your throat was undesirable. Squeezing your eyes shut, your pointer and thumb of your right hand ventured into your mouth. Your lungs burned, and your body shook in rebellion from having another thing added to your mouth. It was easier to fully grab the petals that constantly brushed against your uvula, they didn't tear off as you slowly pulled whatever was choking you to death or unconsciousness. Your left thumb popped in the ever-tightening grip of your fist as you retracted your hand from your mouth and pulled whatever you were holding between your pointer finger and thumb.

Air, precious, hot, sweet, cold, burning, dry air rushed and skimmed down your throat as you finally inhaled. Your passageway was clear, and you could breathe properly. You still trembled and shook with small gentle coughs that came from your oxygen-deprived deflated lung sacs. Your eyes opened against the small tears that still flooded your pupils. With your hand now relaxed, it wiped your gaze clear and you finally turned to what was damp and hanging limply in your grasp.

Against the bright sunlight, you nearly let out a sharp gasp that stretched your already sore lungs to hurt even more. There color of periwinkle blue, with a bright golden center that was small and dusted with pollen. Pollen that dusted your lips and tasted like strong, musky Earth, and a sick, oddly sweet aftertaste inside your mouth. You couldn't tell the type of flower that was shining from the saliva that coated its once open spread petals. Thank god the single flower did not have a stem, it was just the head of the flower.

You never produced full flowers, let alone formed ones before. Small petals, large petals, oddly shaped or clumped together was what you had puked or coughed up for at least two or three days. Now your disease was progressing for the worst, and you weren't sure if your body could keep up. Eyes, wide as saucers you kept the soft flower in your fingers, too afraid to gently cradle it in your open palm. You had managed to push your weight up to your knees, then onto your feet slowly after a minute or two of gaining your strength.

Your feet carried you before you could even see where you were going. It's not like you needed to, you knew the ins and outs of this god damn canyon like the back of your hand. You mapped this desolate place since the first week you ever got stationed in the Blood Gulch Canyon. You were mindlessly walking fast, as fast as you could without tripping on the uneven ground. You were heading to Red Base, Doc could still be there. He didn't hang around Blue Base as much after Sarge claimed the purple medic as Red Team's own reluctantly. "Numbers over insubordination." was what Sarge always said, when he had begrudgingly allowed Doc to enter the Red Base that day of the exchange between Blue Team and Red Team. It was humiliating for Grif, and just sad for being desperate to get what Blue Team wanted the most.

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"Doc!" You nearly screamed as you stumbled into Red Team's Base, the flower still dangling and threatening to crumple in the tightening grip of your hand.

Your voice rang out and nearly caused Sarge to fire a warning shot near your head from the sudden panic that racked his body. He only had raised his shotgun at you, but how frail you looked and near on the edge of collapsing to the ground from exhaustion; he lowered his gun.

"What are you doing here? You Blue?" His gruff voice didn't stop as you merely cast the older man a brief look while venturing a little more into Red Base.

Sarge, Grif, and Simmons were all in the Base's kitchen. Random weapons were laid out and disassembled to be cleaned probably by Sarge and Simmons. Grif was scrounging around, opening cabinets and snooping around the crappy fridge for any type of food to snack on for probably the seventh time in the day.

"I- I need Doc, he's... he's supposed to see this." Your voice was quiet, trying to sound steadfast even though your breaths were sounding airy and wheeze like.

Your hand outstretched, the periwinkle colored flower was now dry and started to crumple its sad, wilted petals inward.

"A? flower?" Grif asked, his voice full of confusion as he looked at you long enough to take in your disheveled state that held the flower.

"It's not just a-" You exhaled tiredly, clearly not in the mood to spill the dirt of your disease to yet more people who had an even higher risk of accidentally blurting out your secret to Church.

Simmons was too honest, Grif would 'accidentally' give you away without even thinking about it, and Sarge would be more than happy to prove Church wrong if the male were to assume anything about you. Sarge would expose your secret in the process, and then somehow blame your Blue ways for having this disease in the first place.

"Just, where is Doc?"

"He's in his room down the hall." Grif scoffed before turning his attention to the fridge, his top half-hidden behind the dirty white fridge door.

"Grif! You can't just tell the enemy where our men are." Sarge scolded immediately, Grif only made a grunting noise before bending down further to reach towards the back of the fridge.

Before Sarge could make any more threats, or begin to even start to for that matter, you grabbed the withering flower and ventured further into their base. Sarge's voice was growing quieter the more you walked down the surprisingly long bedroom hallway. The army, the UNSC or Project Freelancer, must have thought a lot more people would be so willing to be stationed in the most desolate places with nothing to do but play a long game of capture the flag. Oh, how wrong the Army was to even waste money to even have that idea.

Finally, what you could guess was Doc's room. Especially since smooth jazz music was pouring out from behind the closed door, and you could even hear the cheery humming of the male with the calming beat. It felt bad for you to even knock on the steel door and interrupt whatever he was doing in his room, but you could say sorry later after you updated Doc about your disease. The volume of the music was lowered, and you could hear Doc say 'It's open!'.

"Doc?" You mumbled, once you tentatively opened his bedroom door.

Random posters of cheesy uplifting quotes, colorful little post-it's of self-esteem cheer up notes were plastered haphazardly among the posters that were glued to his walls. Typical Doc, for someone so bullied and teased from both teams, he managed to decorate his room the way he would want to make him feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. He was hyping himself up every day, and that was the most precious thing you could witness. Not everyone here was in the mindset to think the way Doc thought about themselves. Doc could perhaps go crazy and yet some part of his mind was so hardwired in positivity, that he could still find good things to say about himself.

"Oh! I didn't expect to see you here!" Doc spoke up once he registered you were standing in his room. He smiled warmly, glasses that sat on his nose tilted slightly from the movement of his cheeks.

"Well I'm your only real patient right now with a life-threatening disease, I would think you would expect me." You could have winced at the dry joke you were forced to crack to not ruin the welcoming environment in his room. "Speaking of disease, Doc I have something to show you."

"Good or bad." The male rose his pointer finger to push the clear frames more upon his nose and plopped down on his bed to sit. His hands folded in his lap like a good listening student in elementary school. Except this was a sick version of show and tell in a fucked elementary school.

"Well.." Your hand outstretched and showed the other the flower in your hand.

It stunk of a now sickeningly sweet smell, even if it was wilting and sad looking now more than ever. The periwinkle blue colored remained bright and vibrant, but the very ends of the petals were turning into the brown color that signified its slow process of decay. The smell was new, but then again maybe it was just the stench of Red Base itself. Maybe either base smelt different, but that would be a dumb observation.

"It's a Morning Glory, its.. pretty?"

Your eyes widened from Doc's observation. "Doc, are you kidding? I've never produced whole ass flowers before! and you want to tell me the type of flower it is! Are you still fucking kidding?"

"You're right! You're right I couldn't help myself." Clearing his throat, Doc leaned forward and plucked the head of the flower from your open palm. He held the flower close to his eyes, nose wrinkling from the scent practically smacking him in the face from how nauseous it was making him feel.

"This is the first time you've ever produced right?" You nodded, and Doc hummed under his breath. One eyebrow cocked in question as he stared at the flower. Curious fingers pulled at the petals and rubbed them between his thumb and forefinger, now and then making a noise of acknowledgment.

"Well, the disease is getting worse, it's progressing way faster than I thought it would. Good news, you won't choke on stems yet, just fully formed flower heads."

"That means?" You asked,

“It means you're well on your way to dying."

"Wha- Doc!"

"What? You asked."

You guffawed at the man who seemed stoic for once, he seemed so calm as a sudden rush of panic racked your brain and nearly left you screaming internally in your subconscious.

"Listen I'm serious when you need to actually talk to Church about this, or else this is going to be the end of you."

In the middle of you silently screaming and perhaps trying to hold together your sanity long enough to not break down screaming in front of Doc, in the Red Base no doubt. A third presence in the room made your spine curl inwards, and the acidic taste of sourness flooded your mouth.

"Tell me what?" Church asked when he materialized in the room, his see-through form that was hinted in the same color of the Morning Glory that was cradled tenderly in Doc's hand.

Now you had another reason to hate flowers, their colors reminded you of Church.

#rvb #red vs blue #rvb church #rvb sarge #rvb grif #rvb doc #rvb x reader #red vs blue reader insert #leonard church #dexter grif #doc dufrense #richard simmons #female reader x rvb #church x reader #leonard church x reader #fp&b #flower petals and blood

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harveyb-wabbit92 · 3 years

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Wrecker: Talkin' about me?

Tech: Actually, no.

Hunter: I don't get it. He's not giving up anything.

Y/n walks over to the group.

Y/n: Excuse me, I've been washing your blood off my armor, so I'm a little late to the conversation. Did you say the prisoner is awake?

Rando G: For now, but I've got five creds that says Wrecker rips his spine out within the hour.

Echo: I'll take those odds.

Y/n: I see. If you don't mind, do you think I could have a few minutes alone with him?

Wrecker: Ha, you gonna give him a band aid for every beating he gets?

Y/n: Well, if you recall, he and his partners turned every one of my friends at the trading outpost into piles of ash. Anyone sick enough to do something like that would almost certainly benefit from a, uh... checkup.

Rando and the batch look at each other in confusion. Cut to Y/n and the Pirate inside the base.

Pirate: (taunting) Oooh, whats the matter? Did the big bad clone get all tuckered out?

Y/n: Do you know where we are?

Pirate: Huh?

Y/n: This is a remote research facility designed to study the surrounding wildlife. I volunteered at one just like it at grad school. Its got a laboratory, an incinerator and oodles of state of the art surgical equipment. (slowly turns to look at him) Would you like to see them?

Cut to the Batch and Rando standing outside the base whilst listening to the tortured screams of the pirate, various equipment noises and Y/n cheerfully singing opera.

Wrecker: (nervously) Cross... I'm scared..

Crosshair: Wrecker... we're all scared... …I mean, except for me.

#S: red vs blue #star wars the clone wars #the bad batch #the bad batch x reader #the bad batch incorrect quotes #clone wars incorrect quotes #tbb hunter #tbb crosshair #tbb wrecker #tbb echo #arc trooper echo #tbb tech #reader insert quote

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xelelax · 3 months

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Defenseless Soldier

Part 2

Part 1

Some Mature themes; Dominant LocusxFreelancer Reader. Dub-con, choking, murder, swearing, slapping, rough-housing, A little bit of Stockholm syndrome, manipulation.

I had walked away from Washington a few moments ago and was about to reach the end of the cave I was told to go to. The dark wet gravel crumbled under my boots and my radar was on alert that was sensing for enemies nearby me. I held the rifle tightly in my hands and continued to march my way through this dark cave.

I could see some light which noticeably made me sweat and feel a painstaking dread in my chest. I wish I had just forgotten the whole thing and put myself in a secluded area where no one will find me. But, I was a freelancer.. I couldn't just hide and be a coward. What good will that do?

I also pondered too, why me, and why force me to go on some meaningless pathway just to be made into a slave, bait, or convert me onto their team. I wouldn't want that. Not by a longshot. I should be able to defend myself from these guys, they shouldn't be much of a problem if I just fight them off.

As I started to get closer to the end, the bright light hit my face harshly and intensely, giving me a massive flashbang to my eyes. I didn't hesitate to stop moving and I continued walking forward until I was able to see people in front of me. I was met with a few new soldiers, all in black armor with one of them with both black and green. He had nothing on his helmet except for a big x on the front of it that was highlighted in a dark military green. I assumed he was the leader of this all and the one who threatened me. Suddenly I was pushed down by one of his lackeys and most of my weaponry were pried off me.

"You-!"

"You what, expect us to not be gentle and allow you to have weapons?" He said in a tone I didn't like. I growled at him and struggled to get his men off me, but with a whistle they let go of me and allowed me to stand up on my feet. I couldn't even get a chance to think before his hand was clenching my throat and I struggled against him, wiggling myself around and kicking my feet.

"Let- go.. of me-"

"Locus, that's not how to treat a lady.. now is it? Or well– maybe that's why you can never get a woman.. can you?"

I turned my head slightly to face the guy who decided to put himself in the situation I was in- yet I knew he wasn't my saviour or anything. He was just another guy who I assumed was in business with the man holding me. A scoff escaped his lips before dropping me onto the ground once more.

"And who said you could intrude.."

"Listen.. Buddy, you and I are in the same group, we both don't follow orders from each other so what makes you have the superiority to order me around?" The new man said as he walked closer and closer whilst he played with his knife. He was close enough and faced his attention towards me, a light chuckle escaping his lips as he realized who I was.

"Oh, a pretty lady from the Freelancer program.. how exciting, It's little miss Alaska.." He kneeled down towards me and lifted my head up with the tip of his knife, a condescending hum escaping his lips. "How'd you get her to comply.." Felix turned his gaze to look at Locus who only groaned in an annoyed manner.

"Threatened to take her life.. she came on her own."

"Oh how pitiful.. so weak too, in all honesty I didn't think you'd take his bait.." Felix turned to look at me again and lightly tapped the side of my helmet in a teasing manner. I pushed myself away from him as I didn't like his actions nor the way he talked to me.

"I only complied because I didn't want you taking them.. or even killing my friends.." I said to him before I faced Locus who wasn't shocked or even admired by my actions. "Oh how admirable, such a lady you are!" Felix teasingly said before tapping his knife on my helmet which was slowly infuriating me.

"Stop that.."

"Oh, struck a nerve? Or am I not annoying you enough yet?"

"Felix.. leave her alone.." Felix scoffed at the man before standing straight back up and walking over to Locus. He patted his shoulder and walked away and into the cave where my friends lived. I had watched him leave and this left me to be confused and worried. I was about to say something but was interrupted once more.

"Don't you worry.. he won't hurt your friends, we have a plan.."

"you-"

"Stand up."

"Fuck you.."

Locus wasn't one to play nice, and since I hadn't listened to him he forced me up on my feet and dragged me along with him. The others followed behind and put themselves in a camouflage, which I thought was a coincidence. I struggled and wanted to fight him but was met with futility on the side of grunts and constant yanking. "I'm not a slave, nor am I some toy so let me go, you cunt-"

"I'd advise you watch your mouth around me.. I don't play nor do I act nice and certainly will I go as far as to crack your jaw.. understood?" He stopped to face me, threatening me once again. We both looked at each other in a silencing moment, both he and I hadn't said anything to each other for what felt like moments and before I could say anything, his deep voice interrupted again.

"Understood?" He demanded which I only confirmed with a silent nod. He had let go of my arm which earned an elbow to his side, causing a grunt to leave his lips. Yet he wasn't defeated by that and was visibly fine from the looks of it. He turned over to the other Special Operators and motioned them towards me which brought alarm bells to ring in my helmet.

"Take her to one of the cells, do not let anyone see you.." He commanded which made me question everything.

"Wait–No! You can't –"

I was dragged away with my persistent fighting against them. Locus, who listened to every word I said and swore, could only sigh in annoyance. He walked away from his current position and went the opposite way of I, and descended himself to the outpost where all my friends were at.

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"We don't even know you–Let alone your name!"

"Oh, well let me introduce myself.. I am Felix, and I am a Freelancer-"

Everyone had pointed their guns at him in a quick–without hesitation motion, causing the mercenary to yelp in surprise. "I'm not that type of freelancer! I'm just a gun for hire! A merc!" Felix explained causing everyone to sigh in relief and put their guns down, except Washington.

"Why did you help us.." Wash asked in a wary tone, though he was still off edge about the battle from earlier. Something wasn't right.. "Listen, I only received word that there were survivors here and I decided to come as soon as I could.. but unfortunately you guys met him first." Felix said sounding upset, like he wished both teams hadn't met Locus, their enemy.

"Who's.. he?"

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After what felt like hours beyond hours of staying in a room that was empty and slightly cold, I could only count by minutes now. I've been stuck in this room, this cell for what felt like an eternity. I tried every possible way to escape but, you know, no windows. Obviously no to the door because it is a hyper vault door that only unlocks from the outside. And the last option, a vent that I could possibly fit into. Maybe another day, if they aren't those types of guys that consistently move their prisoners.

With my legs tucked into my chest and my arms wrapped around, my head laying against them.. I could only start to fall asleep. But I instantly woke up by heavy footsteps right outside my door and the familiar voice that I had recorded deep inside my brain.

I grabbed the small needle I had found under the bed and hid it in my clenched hand. The loud echoing footsteps stopped right outside my door and then, the door opened. Walking in, it was Locus. The door closed behind him immediately after and all I could do was just stare at the mercenary who had little to say and little to spare.

"What do you know about the reds and blues.." Locus asked in a questioning manner, causing me to perk my head up a bit. "Why do you wanna know.."

"Because.. I'm asking, now answer." Damn, this guy was obviously rude and stern. Serious all the time and has to be professional. Why not ask me how I am, or even about my life. Jackass. Not to sound like an idiot, but is this all that he ever does, stay serious and put up an act of heroism?

"I don't know much besides them being annoying and idiots.. One or two of them are the only logical ones, and I'm not telling you who.." I said before I put my legs down and allowed them to hang on the edge of the bed. I crossed my arms to the front of my chest and looked away from Locus who continued to stare at me.

"Fine.. so I'm assuming it'll be you and Washington." I glared at Locus but didn't say anything, knowing he has the answer already.

"Any others, anyone that you've been in contact with, whether it's outside or inside?" Locus question which made me turned my head to look at him. I was confused, what did he mean by that?

"what-"

"Did you tell anyone, that you were leaving, did you tell anyone that you-"

"No." I said sternly.

Locus looked at me for a moment, and that moment was going on for too long. I didn't know what to say or do, but when he forwarded his helmet to get closer to me, I immediately pushed his shoulder away knowing I needed my bubble. But bubbles didn't exist in this planet, nor this war.

He placed a hand on my shoulder and clenched tightly, causing me to hiss in pain and grabbed his arm instinctively. And then, a knife to my throat. Again with the constant threatening. I tried to shove away his knife but he kept it there firm and still, and even if it was a quick slice. There'd be no way I'd survive that at all.

I cocked my head to the side as I tried to oppose myself from his gaze but his armored gloved hand gripped my face, the one he carried his knife with; he grabbed it and forced me to stare at him. His other hand grabbed the knife and slowly traced the sharp edge at my neck. I didn't flinch, but my hands reacting made him notice my subtle features.

"What a stupid.. defenseless Soldier you are.. weak and under me, how could you get so weak to someone you barely know of.." He said lowly, teasing me and allowing me to get even more frustrated as he tried to stick those words into my head, to get me to think I really was worthless.

"Let.. go.."

"And not have you fight back? I know you have that needle in your right hand.. I know you'd stab me with it when I turned around, I'm not that stupid.." Before I could even react, he quickly opened my clenched fist and grabbed the needle and threw it at the other side of the wall. This action made him clench my throat tighter with the blade he held to almost puncture my neck.

"You're under my command now.. you'll do as I say, or I'll kill those teammates of yours.. understood?" He demanded, giving me a choice that I knew I couldn't deny. He knew my weakness, I told him. I told him something that I knew he wouldn't pity on, and I knew.. I knew he'd take advantage of me like that. I tried to pull my head away from him again but was again, pulled forward and was forced to look at him again.

"Do you understand, or am I speaking to another idiot?" Locus once again asked, insulting me this time which made me bite my lip. "Yes-"

"Call me sir.."

"Yes.. sir.." I said in defeat, closing my eyes and sighing in an upset way. "Good.. now wait here and your new.. team will bring you a new set of armor. You are not to talk to them, nor address them by name. Come find me once you're done." He ordered me before knocking on the door two times. The door opened up for Locus and he left just like that, to which I grunted and kicked the wall next to me. It dented instantly, which meant these walls were thin as cardboard.

"fucking.. SHIT!"

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"Agent Alaska's been what?!" Sarge asked in a preposterous tone, shocked to hear what Washington was trying to uncover. "I'm not sure.. all I know is she told me she was leaving. I forgot about the note she gave me and it left details about being threatened. I can't tell who it was, maybe it's Felix or another.. but we have to get her back." Wash said as he continued to ponder everything, but Donut chimed in a worrisome manner.

"Oh no! What if she left only to save us, and then had to turn and kill us all!" Donut said as if that would turn out, leaving Lopez The Heavy to say something in spanish.

"Oh Donut, knock that down.. She would never leave us, or even turn! She's strong and could beat those guys down, not even the great Sarge could be beaten!" Said the red armored Sarge who praised himself in his own statement.

"I seriously doubt that." Said Lopez but again, In spanish. Lopez was a robot, and unfortunately with the consistent making of robots from Sarge and the inability to turn the robot to English, Lopez has only spoken Spanish and obviously displeased with the people he has hung around with.

"Guys.. let's just rework ourselves and try to find a way out. We need to just save the others." Wash said as he wanted to save some friends of his, alongside Y/n who he couldn't lose.

"Sounds like a plan!" Donut cheerfully said in his lightish red armor, which was pink.

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After days and weeks, Somehow Washington, Sarge, Lopez and Donut, were met with their other teammates Grif, Tucker, Caboose and Simmons.

Tucker and the three others were saved from Felix, all four of them all believed they should go to the capital and save their friends from the enemy. The same with Washington and the others, they also believed to save their friends but they somehow coincidentally met at the capital.

Washington and Tucker became confused, and accused Locus–being the enemy. Washington accused Felix of being the enemy as well, alongside the new Republic and The Federal Army.

"Wait.. what the hell is going on?" Tucker asked confusingly, seeing as both teams were met with just enemies on both sides.

Washington thought about the situation for a moment, before an Idea clicked in. But before he could say anything, Simmons, the smart one pointed out that the alarms had stopped and so did the yelling men of the federal army.

Everyone scrammed and looked around the Capital base but was met with nothing, except there was shooting closing in. Everyone went closer and there were a few of the Federal Soldiers shooting at.. nothing in the sky? Evidently all the white soldiers were killed and this left the group to be puzzled.

That was until Locus revealed himself in the day of light, letting Washington to be confused. "Locus, why are you doing this?" Washington questioned.

And then there were more, Special Black Suited Operators that stood up alongside Locus and they all held laser guns. Red and Blue team were confused and most of all, terrified as to what may happen next. One operator, suited with another colour was standing closer to Locus than the others, which left Washington confused as to who it was.

This left him to be inquisitive, but an idea clicked into his mind as he realized who this was. He pointed his gun up at the new Soldier and with a fierce act, he questioned,

"Y/n, why did you turn?!"

Tucker looked at Washington confusingly and had asked him what he was talking about, so did the others as it did not look like Y/n. Just another girl in armor, but Washington wasn't wrong.

The other operators pointed their guns at my teammates, and with an audible grunt from Locus, I already knew what he was going to say.

"I'm glad you know one of your teammates very well, though I wouldn't expect it from the others.." Locus looked at one of the operators and nodded his head, which all of them cocked ready their lasers and were prepared to shoot. They fired, but going to the rescue, Felix stood in front of them with a giant blue shield which saved them from a few shots.

Felix told Tucker to give him a grenade, which he was hiding behind himself from the moment this all started. Tucker tossed it to him and Felix caught it. He gripped the grenade and was about to throw it, but the reds and blues were met with a chuckling man.

Felix had put up an act for Tucker and his friends, essentially insulting them and telling them some pitiful things he thought was hilarious. Locus grew annoyed and wanted him to shut up, but he wasn't having his way either. I though, hadn't said anything but watched in sorrow. I wanted to latch free from this man but I knew the consequences of that.

I looked at Washington from afar and whispered to myself that I was sorry. Locus hadn't heard it, and I'm pretty sure no one did. But someone–The girl who stood next to me, started to speak in a confident tone.

"That's all I needed to hear."

Her armor changed from ink black, to a highlighting blue like Tuckers, which made me surprised to see it was Carolina. My eyes widened in shock and I was about to go follow her, but Locus gripped my arm and pulled me back.

"No!" I tried to pull back and go with Carolina, knowing she knew of my position. I reached my hand forward as if I could just grab one of their hands from afar, but I couldn't. They all disappeared in a bang, leaving me to fall to my knees and slam my fist down in anger.

With Locus still holding my arm, he dropped it and allowed me to kneel down there and sit there angry, mumbling incoherent words. Though he didn't say a word and allowed me to be in a state of denial, with all that hatred beating up inside of me and stabbing me, I wasn't sure what to do or say.

"Stand up Soldier.."

"Fuck.. you.. Locus.. and fuck you all, I hate you.. and everyone else." I stood up from my position and faced Locus face to face. I pushed my finger at his chest and Jabbed it at him after every word I spoke.

"You are a greedy, inconsiderate asshole who does nothing but threaten, order me around... and choke me until I confide in your fucking demands!" I said with a panting breath that was filled with rage. I immediately left his side after that and left him to be alone and process every word I said. Though I left his side, I already knew I'd be watched from his little lackeys.

"Oh.. Did you just get called out by a woman? That's a first!" Felix intruded with a smug-sounding grin.

"Shut it, Felix.."

"Hmmm... As a nice guy myself, I think I'll do the honors of comforting the woman instead of leaving her by herself, after-all you can never leave a woman by herself, alone." Felix stated before walking away from Locus as well just for him to be left in his thoughts, alone.

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Part 2 complete ✅

By the way, more or half of the plot does go along with the storyline of RvB, so this belongs to them. But I did mix it up a little because of the reader input.

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Medics- We need a Medic

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Recovery date: August 7th, 2023

Description: In order to ensure the protection of the alpha, Agent Michigan has been deployed alongside Agent Florida to Blood Gulch outpost Alpha as Blue team’s medic. Her disappearance from the project will be explained through emotional distress over the recent break in and loss of personal; as a medic she has demonstrated an extraordinary amount of care towards the lives of her project mates, far beyond what one would expect of a war torn soldier.

Notes: N/a

Chapters: 1 2 3 4

Word count: 634

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“Y/N! Y/N!” Church called out, running across the canyon.

“I-” there was a sharp, pained gasp, “I’m here!”

The self appointed captain scrambled up the hill and dropped to his knees beside the medic. Y/N was sprawled out in the grass, her helmet heavily damaged with her visor cracked and she was completely covered in dirt.

Church carefully removed her helmet, watching her face contort in pain as she lifted her head. There were a few small cuts where the visor had fractured the worst, and there was some blood pooling in the corner of her mouth.

“Church!” Tucker’s crackly voice filled his helmet. “Did you find her, is she okay?”

“She needs a medic! Call command and have them send one.” He turned back to Y/N and wiped some of the blood from her mouth. “What can I do for you now?”

“Where- Where’s Tex?”

There was a brief silence before he grunted, “Dead.”

“Fuck.” Y/N coughed, wincing and whimpering as pain spread throughout her body. “Bring… med kit… table…”

“Caboose! I need you to bring Y/N’s med kit, it’s on- what do you mean you can’t? Oh for fucks sake, Tucker?”

Y/N watched with blurry vision as Church gave Tucker the order before staring back down at her, his hands hovering over her as he tried to figure out what to do.

“Church… base.”

“Right, uh… shit. Tucker?” He paused for a minute. “I’m bringing Y/N back to base. I know I told you to bring it here but we can’t stay this close to the reds!” Church stood up to look around before bending back down. “Can I pick you up?”

Carefully, Y/N nodded before saying, “Shot… abdomen… car-” Church scooped her up, making her cry out in pain, “careful!”

“Sorry, sorry. Let’s just get you back to base, okay?”

With a tired hum, Y/N let her head fall against Church’s chest plate and her eyes slip closed.

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“Who’s the purple guy?”

“Huh?” Church asked, turning away from his scope.

He and Y/N were up on top of the base, watching the reds and going through their inventory. Y/N was leaning back on one hand, scrolling through the tablet while Church stood beside her.

She’d looked to find someone in purple armor bobbing around. Church realigned his scope in the direction she pointed.

“Maybe command finally sent-”

“Church!”

Y/N leaned forward to look down at Tucker, finding Caboose with him.

“Church!”

“What?!”

“Caboose is doing it again.”

Church threw his head back with a loud groan. “Ugh, I’ll be down there in a minute.” He looked down at the team medic, lowering his voice to ask, “Can’t you deal with them?”

“Nope, you wanted to be the captain.” She clapped the back of his calf as that was all she could reach. “Now I’m gonna suit up, keep an eye on Mr. Da- Mr. Purple.”

Dragging his feet, Church made his way out to the front of the base.

“Medic?” Y/N heard Caboose say as she stepped out of the base. “That was, like, three months ago.”

She stifled a snicker as the medic asked where the patient was and Church pointed out Tex’s grave. Rolling her shoulders to try and alleviate the chill in her chest that came with talking about her dead friend, Y/n strode up between Tucker and Caboose, slinging her left arm over Tucker’s shoulder.

“And this one’s doing fine.”

“But if you could, I wouldn't mind a proper examination.”

“Bow Chika-Ack!” Tucker cried as Y/N tightened her hold around him.

Caboose laughed softly, muttering something about killing Tucker, and earning himself a side glance from Y/N behind her visor.

“Of course,” the medic nodded, “let’s just head into the base. By the way, who’s in the other grave?”

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