#Just with how little Shepard actually gives them

[breadedsinner]

“Imagine a more sympathetic Virmire Survivor,”. Imagine a more communicative Shepard.

#ME Tag #Idk that bugs me #VS is already doing the heavy lifting #And this idea that they should have done more #Just with how little Shepard actually gives them #Doesn’t seem fair #It especially doesn’t seem fair to Ashley considering the Alliance is such a big part of her

[alittlebitofloveliness]

Johnny Cade hc because I’m glad its the weekend

-Is a LOT tougher than the gang gives him credit for. A lot.

-To anyone who doesn’t know him well he looks incredibly intimidating

-Can make a fire out of nothing. It’s a skill he learned from spending a lot of nights in the lot when he doesn’t feel like bothering anyone, but tbh he’s honestly a bit of a pyro

-Is INCREDIBLY protective of Ponyboy, but knows Ponyboy hates feeling babied so he makes sure he never finds out.

-On multiple occasions he’s heard socs or some mouthier greasers talking shit about Ponyboy at school, and together with Steve and Two-bit beat them senseless without any of the Curtis boys ever finding out. There’s a mutual agreement between the three of them that Darry and Soda have enough to worry about without worrying about Pony getting jumped at school, and none of them wanna hurt Pony’s pride, not even Steve.

-Really appreciates that Pony is able to tell when he doesn’t wanna talk and answers for him. Pony never gets it wrong and sometimes talking feels like such an effort so Johnny is really glad to have such a good friend

-Was the last person in the gang to meet Dally, since he was nursing some pretty bad injuries when Dally first came to Tulsa, and was laying low

-Hates Curly Shepard with a burning passion. Partially because he can SEE how terrible of an influence Curly is on Ponyboy, but some of it is just straight up jealousy. In Johnny’s mind Ponyboy is HIS best friend and Curly better be ready to fight if he thinks he can just waltz out of the reformatory and try and take his place in Pony’s life. Their rivalry got so bad at one point that after the third fistfight Tim and Darry made a mutual agreement to try and keep Johnny and Curly away from each other (with limited success).

-He and Ponyboy encourage each other’s smoking habits because if one of them runs out of cigarettes the other usually has at least half a pack left

-One of the old cowboys at Buck’s bar taught him to line dance and he’s really good at it

-Is indifferent to country music but pretends to love it just because of how horrified and pissed off Ponyboy gets at the mere prospect

-Is the best in the gang at poker by a lot. It drives Soda and Dally crazy for different reasons. Soda is mostly incredulous, but Dally is wicked competitive and hates losing

-Was the first to notice Curly liked Ponyboy in a more than friendly way when he realised the way Curly was teasing Ponyboy was the exact same way Two-bit teased his many blondes- fond with an undercurrent of heat. As soon as he realised it he walked across the room and socked Curly in the jaw. Obviously they fought, and it took Ponyboy, Tim Shepard, and two others from the Shepard gang to pull them off each other. Pony ignored both of them for a week straight afterwards which is the only reason they established an uneasy truce.

-He and Pony mutter sarcastic shit to each other when the gang is all hanging out together and make up dumb reasons as to why they’re laughing if anyone notices

-He’s actually pretty good friend’s with Two-bit’s little sister since he crashes at Two’s house almost as much as he crashes with the Curtis’ or with Dally

-Cordially detests Angela Shepard. He thinks it’d be wrong to hit a girl but Angela is protective of Curly and doesn’t take kindly to the fact he and Curly can’t seem to stop fighting each other. He thinks she shouldn’t take Curly’s side- Tim certainly doesn’t. In any case, they trade glares and frosty remarks but never tussle any worse than that, though Angela swears she’ll stab him if he breaks Curly’s nose again.

-He and Ponyboy are banned from being on each others team for any board or card game requiring teams because they’re too good at reading each other’s minds (Soda and Steve are also banned from being on a team together for the same reason). 

-Once helped Steve steal the hubcaps off a socs car in the lot

-Is convinced that Ponyboy is afraid of girls (no matter how much Pony protests) and thinks its the funniest shit ever

#the outsiders #johnny cade #ponyboy curtis #curly shepard #angela shepard #tim shepard #sodapop curtis #dallas winston #two bit mathews #steve randle #dally winston #headcanon #darry curtis #purly

[gabbvr-dog]

Humor me dawg, it’s almost 2am an’ I’m a lil zooted‼️🗣️🗣️‼️‼️‼️

Reader is male, past relationship with Graves, hinted Alerudy x reader too- use of Y/N

SFW, still a little angsty… just a thought dump… can’t actually write rn.—- too mugh grass

Basically an interest check, not canon accurate what so fuckin’ ever- lots of plot holes and typos- I’m tweakin’

Reader who is an ex-shadow. Turned cartel; Known in Las Almas as ‘Zorro’

-reader meets Vaqueros and 141 at a bar in Las Almas, he is masked at this time, hits it off with the team (even if they were suspicious of him being cartel.) says they’ll cross paths again.

- he was right.

- Soap gets sight of a man getting kidnapped by a few cartel men. Notifies Alejandro; and they go into action.

- Rudy gets knocked to the grown at one point, one of the men point to his head, and before anyone had time to blink, the guy who was kidnapped comes up behind him and snaps his neck like a twig.

- Rudy instantly recognizes the man as ‘Zorro’… the reader.

- turns into Alejandro and Rudy surprised and impressed, and 141 thankful.

- Reader gets closer with the Vaqueros.

- Alejandro ends up getting kidnapped… and they 141 figure out a bit about ‘Zorro’.

- he had been one of the men apart of a very big turning point in Las Almas. And he was dangerous.

- Rudy is also missing; the 141 thinks the worse… contacts Graves.

- Rudy went to reader for comfort… very soft moment, reader tells Rudy. “It’s Y/N now, amigo.”

- Reader pulls out his old gear… shadow company certified. Rudy didn’t pay much attention at first, thinking it was just dark colored gear…

- Rudy and Reader massacre a compound once they locate Alejandro.

-141 and the Shadows close on their heels, being notified by some of ‘Zorro’s friends.

- Reader and Rudy stumble out with Alejandro.

“what the fuck is one of our shadows doing here!?

“That’s not one of ours, Lieutenant.” Is Graves instant reply, recognizing the much older Shadow Company mandated gear.

-Graves recognizes the Reader instantly. His former right hand man, ‘Shadow 101’. His once most trusted solider… 10 fuckin’ years ago.

-“I’ll be damned.” The shadows seem extremely tense, even to the 141.

-they get the very injured Alejandro back to the Los Vaqueros base.

-Graves attempts to talk to ‘Zorro’. And he goes slick the fuck off.

-berating him for stabbing him in the back, relaying the fact he’s also already done that to the 141, ‘once Traitor always a traitor.”

-once he’s done, Graves genuinely looks hurt… emotionally.

-141 is surprised, not used to Graves ever showing anything other then his witty and cocky attitude.

-once reader, Rudy, and the 141 are sitting alone at at metal table, waiting for word on Alejandro…

- Soap pops the question. “What happened between you and Graves..?”

-Reader actually breaks down. Explains him and the commanders history, how he stabbed him in the back and heart, his blind following of Shepard… everything.

-Gaz and Ghost noticed Graves step around the corner… he had obviously caught most of it.

-again, he looks genuinely hurt… extremely uncharacteristic, and further drove the fact that reader and Graves were definitely close.

-Rudy and Soap continue to tell reader he shouldn’t blame himself for a mistake he didn’t even make.

-and praise him for somehow, after all that, still being kind- even trying to build Las Almas back up, once he beat it down with his own hands.

-reader refers to himself as ‘a beacon of hope.’ And says; ‘that’s all I need.’

-detailing, not matter how unhappy he is, how much he gets beaten and battered, that giving the people of Las Almas hope? Thats all he needs to keep going.

-After Alejandro heals, He obviously gets a well deserved leave. Rudy in tow, and Reader watching over them both like a hawk.

-Graves goes against a order from Shepard, and then Shepard turns half his shadows against him.

-Graves is in danger, and very likely might die.

-Reader… reader finds out, and seems pretty indifferent. Until he gets back to his flat… where him, Rudy and Alejandro have been spending their time.

- Rudy and Alejandro walk in on him crying silently… holding his ‘Shadow Company’ emblem.

Though outdated… it was what Shadow Company was… before Shepard put a fuckin’ collar on Graves.

-Reader explains, even if Graves did stab him in the back, even if he wanted to hate him… he didn’t want him to die.

-he still cared.

-Graves was one of the first people to see him as more then a pawn, or shield… took the time to get to know reader

-Alejandro and Rudy pull together ‘Ghost Team’. Graves was still their ally, and they had ‘Zoro’ to back them up.

-Reader finds Graves, he had made in out of the containment room… and he was loosing blood fast.

-reader instantly pulls him into a closed off area and starts to patch him.

-Reader vents to him, why, why, why, don’t think because I’m saving you that I forgive you, more: why, why, why.

-Graves shuts him up; “you are a dog. You were meant to protect and love… I just with I fuckin’ realized that sooner.”

-“what the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

-“I can’t… I don’t think m’ gonna be able to make it up to you, Y/N.”

-already told him to not call you by your first name… but he was definitely delirious from blood loss.

-“don’t fuckin’ say that shit.” Reader growls.

-Rudy and Alejandro locate reader and Graves, getting them back to the tarmac as fast as they possibly can.

-After Graves gets his ass saved and wakes up.. against doctors orders; he jumps out of his medical bed, and wanders around looking for reader. Finds him.

-Reader stares at him, Graves walks up to him, eyes down cast .. then Phillip, looks up at him.

-“I know… this doesn’t mean anything. But… I don’t want to be the bad guy in your world forever, Y/N.”

-“please tell me what you want me to do.”

-“for starters. Stop following the fuckin’ rat blindly-“

-“did that, an’ half my company tried to kill me.”

-…..what

-“I couldn’t… I could NOT hurt you again.”

“”Shepard heard we were working with someone from the cartel. Of course I didn’t let him know who you were- wanted me to take you out.”

-“I wouldn’t. I couldn’t.”

-Phillip blinking away the tears threatening to spill.

- “I need to know… if I can do anything. Anything. For you to maybe, just even think about… even being friendly again.”

“I know I’m never going to get back what we once had… I already ruined it, and I know it… just humor me Y/-“

-“Don’t ever leave me again.”

-Phillip blinks up at reader, his heart becomes so much heavier in its already clenched state.

- Graves knows he can’t keep that promise. But it wasn’t ’Graves’ that he knew Y/N deserved.

-it was Phillip. And Phillip would sacrifice everything he had now, just for reader to look at him with anything other then anger or hatred.

- a promise.

-Graves puts his pinky out first, childish. But that is how he knows Y/N seals a deal… how he knows Y/N will realize he’s serious.

“I break this? You best break every bone in my damn body. Do you understand?”

“I’ll break more then just your bones Phill.”

-Graves heart stutters hearing reader say that. He hasnt heard it in literally over a decade… and it still has the same effect.

-Eventually turns into Alerudy x Reader x Graves- haven’t got that far tho

#cod mw2 #male reader #call of duty mwii #call of duty #cod x male reader #Gabber Vomit #phillip graves x you #phillip graves x reader #graves x male reader #graves x reader #phillip graves #alejandro vargas x male reader #alejandro vargas #alejandro cod #rudy x male reader #rudy parra #rudy cod #rodolfo parra #rodolfo cod #alerudy #Alerudy x reader #poly x reader #x male reader #task force 141 #John soap MacTavish #soap cod #Gaz cod #Kyle Gaz Garrick #simon ghost riley #Simon Riley

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

Can u do the Curtis gang +curly with a f!scene reader plz!!!! :3333

Ofc Darlin!!! I’d freakin loveeeeeeeee to!! We love our scene queen x gang requests!!

The Gang + Curly Shepard x F! Scene Reader

Ponyboy Curtis

-he thinks you’re soooo cool

-super intimidated though

-he’s memorized your entire schedule before he actually talks to you lmao

-he’s down sooo bad

-he started listening to scene music too just for you

-after doing hours of research to find out your style

-and one time you were in the library and he played the music just a little too loud in hopes of you noticing

-“Is that <insert band name>?! I LOVE them!! I didn’t think anyone else here listened to that stuff…”

-he acts chill about it like he didn’t just start a week ago when he saw you

-once he finally gets the guts to ask you out you say yes

-he goes on music + reading dates with you

-he’d try to match bracelets, bandanas, belts, rings, anything subtle

-probably the most expected couple

Johnny Cade

-LOVES your style

-he sees you one day walk by when he’s sitting in the lot and his eyes pop out of his skull

-he loves everything. He loves your hair, your skirt, your bright fishnets, all your jewelry, your makeup

-it’s so big… and obnoxious in the best possible way

-he loves too

-he doesn’t stop thinking about you after that

-it isn’t until dally and ponyboy get tired of him mentioning you that their like go talk to her man

-so he finally does, and he thinks you’re sooo cool

-scene doesn’t really work well on him, but he tries to match you in subtle ways like pony too

-matching bracelets fsfs

-Fr if you make him a few bracelets he will never stop wearing them

-when you finally start dating he really likes a lot of the music

-and if anyone has to say anything about you

-they can welcome Johnnys fist to their face

Sodapop Curtis

-he was shocked when he saw you walk in to say the least

-he’s never seen anyone like you before

-super intrigued

-he gets surprised when after a few days he realizes he has a huge crush on you

-he usually dates girls like cherry, but with you…. He’s definitely willing to make an exception

-you have the rare ability to make him nervous

-and falter in his usual effortlessly charming manner

-and one day he gets enough of a pep talk from Steve to ask you out

-and he does, giving the biggest, stupidest grin

-when you guys date it’s so cute

-he tried to let you do makeup on him one time

-it didn’t end well

-he can’t sit still 💀😭

Darry Curtis

-the least expected couple

-he’s a very traditional dude

-so seeing you is kinda like 🤯🤯🤯

-when he sees you walking down the street

-his jaw drops so low you have to dig a hole in the ground 💀💀

-he’s just stunned by you’re mere existence

-he asks Sodapop and Ponyboy about you at dinner

-and there both like OoOoOoOOoh someone has a crushhhhhh

-he’s in denial fr

-but he finally goes up to talk to you one day when you’re both shopping

-and asks a bit awkwardly “So… uhm… what’s with your outfit?”

-then realizes how rude he sounds “WAIT not like it’s not amazing- I mean you’re amazing- beautiful too- wait-“

-you giggle at him and smile “Oh, I just really like dressing in the same culture as my music taste”

-that gets the ball rolling and you two actually get along pretty nicely

-you both turn heads for real though

-and Sodapop and Ponyboy see you as a really cool aunt/older sister

-matches belts and jewelry with you

Dallas Winston

-now, he has never seen a broad like you before

-was secretly a bit intimidated

-but he’s not gonna show that………..

-he probably went up to you on a dare though

-made some rude jokes

-and you furrowed your brows

-“You know, it’s really not cool to make those jokes. You don’t like it when people assume things about you for being a grease hm?”

-he’s super surprised at your reaction

-and for once in this ever loving man’s life he reflects on his actions

-he sighs “You’re right, doll. What’s your name anyway, princess?” He says with a smirk

-matches belts and jewelry with you

Two Bit Mathews

-he saw you

-and instantly made jokes

-it’s two bit you guys what you expect

-“Do you come out of bed like that or…”

-“Damn, what unicorn threw up on your clothing?”

-“You’re gonna cut off your circulation with that much jewelry doll.”

-of course it’s all good fun, and you roast him back with equal wit

-which is kinda when he realizes he’s in love

-he asks you out

-you say yes

-he absolutely wear matching belts, jewelry and even shirts with you

-you made a Micky Mouse scene outfit and showed it to him

-and he LOVED IT

Steve Randle

-oh girl

-you rocked his whole world whenever you walked towards him

-he looks you up and down for a full minute

-like omfg she’s sick

-he tries to hold back his excitement when he talks to you

-he thinks you’re style is so cool

-asked multiple times to touch your wig

-he grins so hard when you let him

-he asks you out the soonest

-you guys are very cute together

-you give him something interesting to look at while he works on cars fs

-he loves your wigs so much

-kisses your hair all the time

Curly Shepard

-thinks you’re styles kickass, and you’re a total bad bitch

-I mean he’s a bit punk/grunge himself

-probably the most familiar with alt styles in general out of everyone

-he hits on you almost immediately

-checking you out with a smirk and a whistle

-loving the way your fishnets and skirt makes your legs and thighs look

-you guys are a scary ass couple to encounter

-the punk/grunge and the scene

-he matches belts with you and you both take a little bit from each other

-you mix a bit of his punk/grunge in your scene fits

-and he mixes some scene into his punk/grunge fits

-and he sometimes does matching eyeliner with you

-and it looks super kick ass on him

#the outsiders hcs #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #johnny cade #sodapop curtis #darry curtis #dallas winston #two bit mathews #steve randle #curly shepard #x reader #y/n #the gang x y/n #the gang x reader #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders x y/n #the outsiders x you #urlocalnonbinarybastardwritesanswers

[johnnycadesmuse]

THE GANG + ROCKSTAR GF HC'S

warnings: drinking, fighting, mentions of sexual acts

.・。.・.・☆・゜・。.

PONYBOY CURTIS:

honestly when you two began to date the gang was quite surprised

because of the way pony is they assumed that you two were pulling their leg but when they found out you were dead serious they were actually really happy for him

soda would love you from the get go as he thought that you were really cool but darry took time to warm up to you as the way you dressed and you being a rockstar set him on edge a bit

ponyboy would always sit in your dressing room backstage with you, sometimes even do your hair like his mum taught him to help you get ready faster

he would always make sure to get front row whenever you were performing and whenever you would go up to the crowd you'd always kiss his cheek making him blush

JOHNNY CADE

the gang were surprised that johnny got a girl like you as you were more confident than him and very feisty

johnny would love watching you strum your guitar as he laid on your bed in your room, closing his eyes and listening to you strum the strings and sometimes even sing a little. it set him at ease

he would brag to the guys around town about you, especially after you had just performed at a town event as almost everyone knew who you were and saw you performing

whenever guys would come up to you and ask you to sign autographs, he would always make sure to have his hands on your hips whilst standing behind you so that the guys didn't try anything. sometimes hed even whisper something in your ear that would make you giggle, maybe even make you mess up your signature a bit

he'd go to every. single. one of your concerts and would sometimes even shout "that's my girlfriend!" out of happiness and excitement. needless to say, he's super proud that your his

DALLAS WINSTON

dally first saw you when him and buck as well as a few guys from the shepard gang went to one of your concerts

the first time he saw you come on stage he was immediately entranced by you. he wouldn't even focus on the lead singer or any other person for that matter, just you and only you. at some point you even gave him a little wink which made him smirk, and even though he wouldn't admit it, it made him blush a little

he would always ask you to perform at bucks whenever there was a party there. he would always beg you and get all whiney and say "please doll? you know everyone likes to hear you play. especially me"

whenever guys would come up and flirt with you after your performance he would always get jealous. he would stride over and put his arm around your waist telling the guys to "back off" and would sometimes even drag you away from them. if a guy ever got too handsy, some blood would be.. shed and dally's knuckles would be almost broken

after almost every performance, he'd take you back to bucks and show you a good time. he'd always go down on you before pounding into you whilst praising you and afterward he would talk about how much he loved your performance

SODAPOP CURTIS

like pony, the gang was once again surprised at you and soda dating. since you and soda were practically total opposites, at least in terms of appearance, they were confused as to how you two came to be

you would have soda absolutely whipped. he would adore listening to you sing and play, maybe even ask you to write a song or two for him

whenever you would visit him at work or when you saw each other in public he'd say "there's my rockstar!" and give you a passionate kiss on the lips in pride, sometimes even a few cheek kisses too to really show off that you were his

he would always ask if he could try out your guitar which you ofc said yes to. there were a few incidences where he almost.. broke the string. but you weren't mad and got a good laugh out of it

he also would ask you to teach him some of your songs. sometimes even after a performance you two would be sitting in your dressing room and he'd ask you if you could teach him one of the songs you played during your set. "but we just played that?" you would laugh and he would reply "I know but I love seeing you play, you look so beautiful when you do"

DARREL CURTIS

now I know I said before that it was a surprise when dating some of the other boys, but this was definitely the biggest surprise of them all

with darry being way too uptight and you being very loose and chill, they assumed that maybe you two just happened to be work colleagues or something when you first came over. that was until one of the guys recognised you from one of your performances and everyone was shocked

if your instrument ever broke you would always ask him to fix it. you would always love to watch him do it too as whenever he was using his fingers to tie a string or use his muscles to fix a tuner in your guitar, you would get turned on

darry would always mention you in passing to his work friends as if it were no big deal, even though to him, it was a big deal as he adores you

sometimes when you two were in his room and you were writing a song, singing it out loud whilst trying to figure out the chords, if you got stuck he would sometimes casually give you a line that would actually work in the song and you'd smile thanking him

TWOBIT (KEITH) MATTHEWS

two bit first met you at a bar when you were about to go up on stage. he was sort of tipsy and was flirting with you merely because he saw you from across the room and thought you were attractive, he had no idea that you were performing

once he saw you up on that stage though, he was the most upbeat and excited person in that crowd. if you did a cover he would even sing along while bopping his head before taking a few sips of beer

afterward he would come up to you and say, "that was great... you mind if I buy you a drink?" which made you smile and you gladly accepted his offer. afterward he would walk you home and ask for your number at the end of the night

you would end up writing a song about him and when you sang it to him for the first time he acted kind of nonchalant about it but inside he was super giddy

when you were performing he would always buy you drinks too and afterward you would dance a little to the other performers, grinding up against you slightly to show the guys around you two that you were his

STEVE RANDLE

you two actually ended up meeting at his work (the DX) as you were getting your black thunderbird fixed. when he saw you and your car pull up he thought you were the most badass girl he'd ever seen

you two flirted a bit back and forth until you finally told him that you'd be performing that night and you offered for him to come which he gladly accepted

when he saw you on stage he was so excited that he had possibly scored you as you were one of the coolest chicks he had ever seen before. not just because of your car but also for the fact that you were a badass rockstar

he would always brag to his coworkers about you, mentioning how you were going to be performing that night and possibly even swing by beforehand. if you did he'd proudly introduce you with a big grin on his face and an arm around your waist

he'd also always play with the stuff on the stage after your guys set was over and everybody had gone. sometimes when you were getting changed you'd even hear a crash and you'd rush out only to find him on the ground with a bunch of instruments scattered around him

#the outsiders #dallas winston #dallas winston x reader #johnny cade #johnny cade x reader #ponyboy curtis #ponyboy curtis x reader #sodapop curtis #sodapop curtis x reader #darrel curtis #darrel curtis x reader #two bit mathews #two bit matthews x reader #steve randle #steve randle x reader #1965 #greasers #1980s television #1980s movies #1980s aesthetic #1980s

[omniblades-and-stars]

The Way

Part i. | Part ii. | Part iii.

ii.

Spirits, he is sure he's cracked. The pressure's too much. Maybe it's just his brain preparing to die. Already bad enough that he called his father, to apologize, of all things. But he swears he hears her confirming that she heard a command from one of the mercenary leaders over the comms he’s backdoored into. 

And hope and admiration builds again, even though he didn't think it could anymore.

It's in the way that his heart races and he feels like he might just pass out when he sees that N7 badge on her shoulder through the scope. The soldier wearing the armor leaps over the wall, but she's wearing a full helmet. He wants to hope that somehow she's back from the dead. But he's also afraid to hope. Because it's impossible to come back from the dead.

Right?

She's accompanied by a large human man wearing armor that looks like it's made from several different pieces of old armor, and a human woman who’s wearing something that looks more at home in Aria's precious little club than an active battlefield.

He's definitely lost his mind, he thinks. Grief and rage and anxiety have finally given him a massive stroke and he's actually just laying on the ground next to his rifle, waiting for death to take him. That must be what's going on.

Spirits, even if it is just some other Alliance soldier here to save his sorry hide for some crazy reason, he'd drop to the ground and … what's the human phrase? Kiss their toes? That doesn't sound quite right.

It's in the way that all doubt is removed from his mind when she throws her arm out in front of her, incandescent tendrils reaching out from her palm, and she pulls her fist back. The way the merc in front of her gets yanked back towards her, like a puppet on a string, flailing and probably screaming. Right into a deadly blast from her shotgun.

It’s her favorite “combo move” on the battlefield. That’s what she calls them anyways.

His heart is pounding for reasons completely unrelated to his impending doom.

Hope ignites, he feels … happy? Spirits, it's been so long since he felt happy.

It’s in the way he tries to play it cool, he pretends he definitely was not absolutely about to die. He’s calm, he’s collected, smooth, just like the vids, right? But that’s ruined entirely when she shouts, “Garrus!” and nearly knocks him clear over his perch with the way she throws herself around him.

“You shot me! Ass!” She laughs, full in her belly, and punches his shoulder. Her smile is so wide, it’s all teeth and the rosy flush on her cheeks. He wonders what happened to give her those scars. He wonders how she’s back.

But also, he doesn’t care how. He just cares that she is.

He’s so relieved, he could cry. Instead he says, “Concussive rounds only. No harm done. Didn’t want the mercs getting suspicious.” He's the cool vigilante guy, right?

“Right, right. I believe you,” she says in that teasing tone that says that she doesn’t. But she thinks it’s funny. They fall right back into banter easily, just like old times.

Spirits, how he's missed her. 

It’s in the way his last thought before the pain and blood loss pulls his consciousness out from under him is, “Please, not yet. I just got her back.”

It’s in the way she’s waiting for him when he’s finally able to stay conscious for more than an hour at a time, and Dr. Chakwas clears him to join the fight. Shepard leans exaggeratedly from side to side as she examines the damage to his face. The worried look is so brief, he almost misses it. But it’s there. “Well, hell, Garrus, you were always ugly,” she says with a devious smirk.

She always knows how to make him laugh. Even when it really hurts. Spirits, it hurts to laugh. 

But it feels good too. 

“We can be scar twins,” she announces, fanning her fingers out next to her face as though he wouldn’t have noticed the fact that something is glowing just beneath her skin. He knows she’s just trying to make him feel better.

It doesn’t make it any less effective.

He missed her smile. It still makes him all warm in the neck.

It's in the way she absolutely does make fun of him for being Archangel. "I can't believe you went superhero and Archangel is the best you could come up with," she teases. They're standing shoulder to shoulder in the armory while he fixes her shotgun. She got in too close to a klixen and it melted the release spring on the clip ejector, but thankfully not her hands.

"Yeah, I just kind of fell into it," he answers, trying to ignore how she's leaning into him. And how his heart is pounding in his ears because of it.

"Could have been anything in the universe, and you went with Archangel. Can't believe "Garrus Vakarian, Hero of the Citadel and Second Best Shot in the Galaxy" wasn't good enough for you." 

"I don't know, Shep, Second Best sounds like a lie. We both know I'm the best shot. And it's a mouthful," he chuckles as he finishes putting all of the pieces back together.

She elbows him in the arm, "I'll give you a mouthful."

The shotgun falls from his hands onto the workbench, "What?!"

"What?" She responds quickly, confused like she's honestly not sure what she just said.

Now they're both blushing.

He doesn't even remember why he had to be the one to fix her gun. She knows how to do it.

It’s in the way she just tells him what’s on her mind as it comes to her. They’re sitting in the mess, he’s distracted reading over messages on his datapad while she’s blowing on a spoonful of a soup that smells very strongly of … onions, he thinks they’re called.

The spoon is almost to her lips before she pauses and leans back, “I don’t think I could do this without you here, you know?” Then she crams the utensil in her mouth and hums when she finally gets a taste of her soup. As though the thought were the simplest little thing, and not something that has the effect of a stun grenade on him.

“That’s not true, Shepard. You’re only just getting started and you already have very capable people on your team.” He doesn’t have it in him to feel capable or necessary. He mostly just feels like a failure.

“What, you mean the Cerberus lackey who kind of hates my guts even though she rebuilt me, or the other Cerberus lackey?”

“There’s Mordin, and Massani.”

Her spoon scrapes sharp against the edge of her bowl before she lifts it and points it at him, “Fine, I’ll grant you that Massani knows his way around every gun ever made, cause he’s old as shit. And Mordin is scary resourceful, but it’s not the same.”

“I’m not sure I see how,” he says almost pitifully.

“This is our fight, Vakarian. I need you. We’re supposed to do this together," she says heavily. "Or did that rocket scramble your brains and make you forget?” She leans forward and pokes him in the forehead with her spoon for emphasis, droplets of fragrant broth drip down towards his nose.

“No … uh, I just … I mean, no,” he’s scrambling again. Stumbling on his tongue just like old times. “Together.”

He'd be lying if he said it isn't nice to feel needed. Especially by her.

It’s in the way she’s the same, but different. She’s louder, more jocular on the battlefield. “Hey! I was going to get that one,” she shouts over comms as he steals her kill from a distance, dropping a husk with one shot.

She gets him back by charging up biotic energy and turning into a blur that moves at the speed and with the force of a freightliner. She throws herself into a fight like an artillery shell. She is raw energy, like a flash fire. It shouldn’t be so magnificent, but he can’t help but be awed by her.

Jury’s still out on who the better shot is.

She is still merciful, patient and understanding. Even when Ash all but calls her traitor. Shepard just nods and says, "I understand, Ash. It was good to see you." She sounds so sad that it breaks his heart. 

It’s in the way she’s grown more casual, freer, since her resurrection. She says she’s not bound by Alliance regs anymore, and that Cerberus can “eat her ass” if they think they’ll get her to salute or sit in a chair the right way ever again. She’s always straddling them, sideways, feet propped on tables, perched over top, or sometimes upside down. 

He walks into the observation deck to find her feet flung over the back of the sofa. When he comes around the couch, her hair is brushing the deck and her face is so red, it’s almost purple. It can’t be comfortable. “What are you doing?” He asks through a laugh. She looks ridiculous.

“Enjoying the view. You should try it.” She swings herself around until she’s mostly upright and slaps the couch next to her.

“I think I’m exactly all the wrong shapes for sitting upside down on a human couch.” He points down at his legs, “With the spurs and all-”

She grabs his hand and pulls him down to the couch. “Come on, Vakarian. I won’t tell anyone, even if you look really fucking stupid,” she says with that mischief hiding on her lips again. “Do something whimsical … for me.”

Spirits help him, because he’s trying, and it is just as embarrassing and ridiculous as he thought it would be. She helps, which is somehow worse. But they’re laughing the whole time. Especially when his fringe gets caught under the couch and she has to help free him. He has to perform some feat of acrobatics he didn’t think he was capable of just to be able to stick off the couch far enough for that not to happen again. Other than getting blown up by a rocket, this might be the most uncomfortable he’s ever been. 

But it's worth it just to hear her laugh. 

She plops down next to him before her head falls over the edge. One of her legs falls over his. Her face immediately starts going red again. “Aren’t they beautiful like this?” She asks, pointing at the stars in front of them.

“It’s space, Shepard. It looks the same from every angle.” He’s not looking at the stars. Because he’s watching her. She looks beautiful like this, he thinks. She’s completely and totally unguarded, she’s looking out at the stars like it’s the first time she’s ever seen them. He thought for sure she would be afraid, and maybe she is. She’s never hidden from fear.

Maybe it’s the blood rushing to the top of his skull, but he takes a chance, small though it is. He’s not sure if she thinks about him like he does her, but he hopes. She makes it easy to hope. 

He wraps his hand around hers. Her fingers interlace with his.

She doesn’t let go.

It’s in the way she stands firm on her principles. Even when that means standing right in the crosshairs of his sniper rifle. Her mercy is showing again, and it’s driving him crazy. Making him angry. Sidonis is right there. He can end the man’s miserable, traitorous life with just a squeeze of the trigger.

And she’s standing in the way.

She turns and looks at him through the scope. Her eyes bear the same exhaustion, the same solemnity as they did after Saleon. “Garrus, he’s a coward, not a monster.”

She steps aside. And he remembers every time she offered peace to villains far worse than the likes of Sidonis. He remembers how she always offers them a chance to become better, even if it’s from a prison cell.

It's on us to try to do the good thing. 

He remembers how she makes him want to be better.

She’s telling Sidonis that he has his life and he had better make some good out of it before Garrus even tells her he’s not going to shoot. It won't bring his men back anyhow. 

She knew he wasn't going to do it. She believes that he’s better than he is. He wants to be worthy of that belief.

It's in the way she renders him a stuttering, awkward mess. He actually cannot believe some of the things that come babbling out of his mouth.

He's already flush around the neck, certain the heat death of the universe is rapidly approaching based entirely on how warm he is, when she leans in close, warming him up even more. She's got him backed against the battery terminal, her lips are only microns away from his mouth. "I'm going to wreck you, Vakarian," she says, low, confident, teasing.

The joke is that this is supposed to be stress relief (they both know it's not just that), but he's never been more stressed. He makes a choked sound that's supposed to be a laugh. She is terrifying and beautiful and he's never been more turned on and anxious in his life.

Spirits, he's already a wreck and they aren't even doing anything, they're just talking about it.

She giggles, actually giggles, and her lips brush against his mouth plates. Soft, warm, just a little chapped. And it's so tender compared to the intensity of her just seconds ago that it sends him reeling. 

And she does it again, only this time just a little harder, and she lingers. It doesn't make any sense why it feels so good, so natural, but it does. The anxiety leaves as she sighs against him, and he holds onto her for dear life because if he lets go of her, he might drown underneath the intense waves of every good feeling he's ever felt for her.

Garrus knows two things:

How to make a gun absolutely sing. 

And that he is so, so in love and so, so in over his head about it.

No, he knows a third thing:

He wants her to kiss him again.

It's in the way she looks to him, of all people, for reassurance. They're sitting in the shuttle, and everyone is silent, stony faced, and grim. She's clenching and unclenching her fist, and her jaw is set so tight, her teeth might actually shatter. 

The Collectors took everyone on the ship, except Joker. They weren't there to help.

Shepard's people aren't cannon fodder, and this hit isn't just close to home, it's right in it. The Normandy is her home, the crew is the only family she has. 

Tears streak over her cheeks, but she is silent as the grave. Her eyes are bloodshot when she meets his gaze.

He nods once, he understands. "We’ll send those Collector motherfuckers to hell, Shepard. Together."

"Together."

Jack groans.

It's in the way that she stops his stumbling words and panicked pacing. She caresses his scarred mandible, gentle in a way she isn't usually. "Calm down, Big Guy," she says as she presses a kiss to his mouth. Shepard cinches her fingers around his waist and whispers, "You've already got me. Just go with your gut."

Right, his gut. He's pretty sure that his gut gets him into deep shit most of the time. And Spirits, he's never over-thought sex before but there's a list light-years long of ways this can go wrong, and he's thinking of all of them. What if they aren't biologically compatible in any sense of the word? He knows they should at least be able to actually do it, but what if they can't? 

Or the most mortifying possibility of them all, what if it's just bad?

But then she takes his hand and puts it to the center of her chest. Her heart is beating hard and fast, she's just as nervous as he is. And that's more comforting than she could ever know.

And when she kisses him again it’s all the intensity and passion that she was only just barely holding back. And the first time she gasps, and the first time she moans, he forgets every worry he ever had about it.

He forgets about everything that exists outside of her.

And then she’s holding his face, and there’s that mischievous glint in her eyes. “Garrus, there’ll be time for sweet and slow when we get back.” And he knows that’s true. There’s not enough time. 

As much as they’d like to pretend it doesn’t, reality still exists outside of her cabin. 

She presses her forehead to his and then she growls, “I want you to fucking wreck me.” And then she sinks her teeth into his neck.

It's in the way that drives him wild.

It’s in the way she believes in him, even after everything. She wants him to lead the second squad. “I trust you, and I need you to do this.”

And that means everything to him. Trust is a funny thing, and it has a funny way of making him believe in himself. Her belief, her hope, is infectious, and it always has been.

Spirits, it's a tough fight. But somewhere along the way, he must have earned the respect of the rest of the crew. He can't help but think how this is her influence. He's in the middle of a firefight with things that were once Protheans, a terrifying look into the future if they don't stop the Reapers, and he still manages to feel immense gratitude for the way that Shepard just is.

He shouts an order and that cranky asshole, Massani, confirms that he heard it and follows. He commands to cover the door, and everyone falls into formation seamlessly. Even Jack takes orders.

Is that real, actual pride he feels in himself?

He didn't think that would ever feel possible again.

It's in the way she's victorious. She leaps into the docking hatch of the Normandy and stumbles into the bridge. She collapses against him and tosses her helmet to the ground.

She's laughing, that same manic, breathless laughter that jumps out of her chest whenever she has a close call. She clutches his arms with shaking hands. Her hair is plastered to her face by sweat. Her cheeks are fiery red, blotchy. She's smiling as she shouts, "Joker, get us the fuck out of here!"

She's beautiful.

It's in the way that she turned an impossible suicide mission into a crazy, but successful rescue mission. Everyone is back because she's the one in charge, because this is her family.

He's her family.

It's in the way she tells The Illusive Man to fuck off. "Kiss my ass," she says as she confronts him, standing on the QEC platform. "I'm going to stop the Reapers, and if you get in my way, I'll fucking stop you too." She cuts the line before he can respond.

He rarely sees her so angry. He's glad he's not on the receiving end.

He'd be lying if he says he didn't enjoy seeing her fired up like this though. 

It's in the way his heart breaks when he has to return to Palaven and she turns herself in to the Alliance. He doesn’t understand that decision.

But he respects the hell out of her for it.

The heartbreak is different this time. Quieter, less consuming. He has hope this time that they'll be reunited.

She makes it easy to hope.

It's in the way that when the Reapers arrive that he worries. They haven't spoken in months because she was a prisoner. And now they can't make contact because the Reapers are laying waste to everything.

But somewhere deep down, he knows she's fighting like hell, wherever she's at. Because this is their fight. Together, even if they aren't standing shoulder to shoulder yet.

#mass effect #fanfic #garrus vakarian #shakarian #part 2 #the way #daisy screaming into the void

[thewriterg]

♡︎𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫♡︎

pairing(s): Tim Shepard x gn!reader, Sodapop Curtis x gn!reader, Dallas Winston x gn!reader

summary: Coming back from your outing never did your boyfriend expect you to come home with a gift that needed receiving than giving

word count: head canons so no need

request(s): Is this the right spot? I never ask for anything so idk. I haven’t seen much of Tim Shepard so I want to ask for a gn reader that brings back a puppy or kitty for the holidays if not for Tim, maybe dally, or sodapop please —anon

warning(s): fluff, kisses, mentions of violence, pet names, grumpy Tim and Dally per usual, and language

A/n:—GIFs @moirailegiance,@tessgifs,& @angelic-stimz— First holiday/winter request! I haven’t done head cannons in such a long time so let’s get to it

♡︎Tim Shepard

You were literally Just going to the store so you could grab some more sugar for you Christmas cookies-

So how the hell you ended up with a puppy is beyond you

“Where the hell have you been!? I was about to send a search party after ya!” Coming from a worried Tim who was having heart palpitations he’d honestly thought the Soc’s had got their grimy hands on you and that made him beyond uneasy

“Okay so when I tell you, promise you won’t freak out” Your now bouncing on the balls of your feat and Tim couldn’t tell if it was from nervousness or excitement you couldn’t tell either

“Okay.. tell me what?” All while looking exactly like this. 🤨

“Never mind”

“Just Tell me!”

“I just said never mind!”

You guys went on like that for a while until you just finally snapped

“I got a puppy! It was the last one In it’s bunch and it was alone!” Cue you taking a little puppy no more than 4 weeks out of your inside coat pocket

“Oh lord Y/n, and it’s one of those little rat dogs!”

“It’s gonna get bigger Tim!”

I strongly believe that Tim is like one of those dads who swear up and down that it’s your dog, your responsibility, and he’s not going to do anything for it.

Scolds you for like an hour about how much time goes into puppies while your just nodding like a child who got caught with their hand stuck into the cookie jar

But then does everything and more under the sun for the little fella

Tim fucking knits!

And he knits them little sweaters and booties because ‘their too little and it’s too cold’

He’s definitely one of those dads who like have a beer in one hand your little puppy sleeping on his chest and is like two seconds away from falling asleep in the reclining chair

Very protective

God Bless one of his guys accidentally step on HIS SON!?

I don’t think they would be very recognizable afterwards…

Refuses to let the little pup walk on their own afterwards for a while…

REFUSES to put HIS SON in a cage/dog house/ restriction of any the sorts

You think his child is going to sleep anywhere other than a doggy bed that’s 100x their actual size?

“If their not drowning in it it’s not good enough”🤷🏽‍♀️ —Tim Shepard for president

Once caught Ted —one of his guys— trying to give his son a bone

He. Let. Him. Have. It.

Because the audacity, his child is held to respect as he is. So to think you were going to give him your scraps it’s disrespectful to him. Puppy get his own chicken torn off the bone 🙄

Does not let them cry or whine for more than five seconds.

Immediately picks them up.

Secret does ‘the baby voice’ he thinks no one know about

Christmas morning he’s sitting on the floor beside you with your son between his legs guiding his little hands to open his presents

It’s the cutest thing.

They play for hours too.

Moral of the story Tim is a proud dog dad🫡

♡︎ Dally Winston

“No.”

The first thing that comes out of Dally’s mouth as soon as he sees you step into your shared home with a cat cradled in your arms

Takes a lot of convincing for you to keep it

Dally Still doesn’t like it though and keeps his respectful distance

Or tries to and fails

Cue to your cat following him around everywhere

It annoys the hell out of him.

Until one particular day

You both visited Dally at work aka Bucks places and Dal was practically rolling his eyes at the little feline attached to your hip

It was in the afternoon and the bar was empty

“Dal watch them so I can go to restroom please” Dally just nods his head so you can stop bothering him about really keeping his eyes on the thing

Buck has a fish tank.

And Dally only looked away for a minute and there goes your kid swatting at the fish as Buck is running around like chicken with its head cut off

*proud dad look while nodding his head

So your kid is into mischief?

Dally claims them now.

Doesn’t move from behind the counter as he watches them jump onto tables pushing glasses off the surface onto the floor

And then as soon as you get back he jumps back onto the floor and snuggle around your feet

He really likes this kid now.

Probably because it’s quite literally him in the form of a cat but yk thats just a guess🤷🏽‍♀️

They are the biggest trouble together

But they know they’re both adorable so they can’t get into too much trouble

Dally swears up and down he doesn’t know what your talking about when you ask him about the missing tuna cans

I mean his child has to eat something Y/n 🙄

Sometimes their so bad together it gets to a point where you put both of them in a timeout in separate corners. Both. Of. Them.

*cat meowing

“Yea man I know.”

Moral of the story Dallas ends up falling hardest 🤭

♡︎ Sodapop Curtis

Being honest

Soda was the one who actually brought your puppy home-

“She’s so cute can we keep her Y/n pleaseeeeee!”

“Soda honey, a puppy is a lot of responsibility”

“I’ll feed her, and walk her, and everything! You won’t have to lift a finger I swear!”

You lift lots of fingers.

But they both go great together! They have so much energy they will be outside all day if you let them

All. Damn. Day.

Once you called them both in for dinner just to see them standing on the porch both covered in mud. Head to toe. Snout to paw.

You had to wash them off with the hose.

Soda takes her everywhere.

To the store, on walks, even to work!

They’re the best duo on the block 🙄

She has like four beds all around the house and still sleeps in the middle of the bed between you guys

Everything soda eats they eat too

“Soda no!”

Cue sodas hand pausing in mid air as he tries to give the pup chocolate

Catch and Tug of war is the only game they play

Religiously.

Moral of the story they’re your favorite people!

#tim shepard #tim shepard x reader #sodapop curtis #sodapop curtis x reader #dallas winston #dally winston #dallas winston x reader #dally winston x reader #the outsiders #the outsiders imagine #the outsiders x reader #fluff #romance #gn!reader #gender neutral reader #i love you #2022 #thewriterg

[mysticstronomy]

DO SHADOWS APPEAR ON THE MOON'S SURFACE??

Blog#325

Wednesday, August 23rd, 2023

Welcome back,

The moon is utterly familiar. We see it all the time, in the blue sky during the day, among the stars and planets at night. Every child knows the outlines of the moon’s lava seas: they trace the Man in the Moon or, sometimes, a Rabbit.

This familiarity goes beyond appearances. The moon is actually made of Earth. According to modern theories, the moon was born some 4.5 billion years ago when an oversized asteroid struck our planet. Material from Earth itself spun out into space and coalesced into our giant satellite.

Yet when Apollo astronauts stepped out onto this familiar piece of home, they discovered that it only seems familiar. From the electrically-charged dust at their feet to the inky-black skies above, the moon they explored was utterly alien.

On the next sunny day, step outdoors and look inside your shadow. It’s not very dark, is it? Grass, sidewalk, toes–whatever’s in there, you can see quite well.

Your shadow’s inner light comes from the sky. Molecules in Earth’s atmosphere scatter sunlight (blue more than red) in all directions, and some of that light lands in your shadow. Look at your shadowed footprints on fresh sunlit snow: they are blue!

Without the blue sky, your shadow would be eerily dark, like a piece of night following you around. Weird. Yet that’s exactly how it is on the Moon.

To visualize the experience of Apollo astronauts, imagine the sky turning completely and utterly black while the sun continues to glare.

Your silhouette darkens, telling you “you’re not on Earth anymore.”

Shadows were one of the first things Apollo 11 astronaut Neil Armstrong mentioned when he stepped onto the surface of the moon. “It’s quite dark here in the shadow [of the lunar module] and a little hard for me to see that I have good footing,” he radioed to Earth.

The Eagle had touched down on the Sea of Tranquility with its external equipment locker, a stowage compartment called “MESA,” in the shadow of the spacecraft.

Although the sun was blazing down around them, Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin had to work in the dark to deploy their TV camera and various geology tools.

“It is very easy to see in the shadows after you adapt for a while,” noted Armstrong. But, added Aldrin, “continually moving back and forth from sunlight to shadow should be avoided because it’s going to cost you some time in perception ability.”

Truly, moon shadows aren’t absolutely black. Sunlight reflected from the moon’s gently rounded terrain provides some feeble illumination, as does the Earth itself, which is a secondary source of light in lunar skies. Given plenty of time to adapt, an astronaut could see almost anywhere.

Almost. Consider the experience of Apollo 14 astronauts Al Shepard and Ed Mitchell:

They had just landed at Fra Mauro and were busily unloading the lunar module. Out came the ALSEP, a group of experiments bolted to a pallet. Items on the pallet were held down by “Boyd bolts,” each bolt recessed in a sleeve used to guide the Universal Handling Tool, a sort of astronaut’s wrench. Shepard would insert the tool and give it a twist to release the bolt–simple, except that the sleeves quickly filled with moondust. The tool wouldn’t go all the way in.

The sleeve made its own little shadow, so “Al was looking at it, trying to see inside. And he couldn’t get the tool in and couldn’t get it released–and he couldn’t see it,” recalls Mitchell.

“Remember,” adds Mitchell, “on the lunar surface there’s no air to refract light–so unless you’ve got direct sunlight, there’s no way in hell you can see anything. It was just pitch black. That’s an amazing phenomenon on an airleuss planet.”

(Eventually they solved the problem by turning the entire pallet upside down and shaking loose the moondust. Some of the Boyd bolts, loosened better than they thought, rained down as well.)

Originally published on universetoday.com

COMING UP!!

(Saturday, August 26th, 2023)

"WHAT IS THE GREAT SILENCE??"

#astronomy #outer space #alternate universe #astrophysics #universe #spacecraft #white universe #parallel universe #space #astrophotography

[kneexcutter]

It is what it is

Price x (f)reader

Part 1 ((Maybe??))

Summary: You weren't seen as a high-ranking solider, and you were stuck in a position you didn't want, directly by General Shepard's side. You get a call one day about a new opportunity that will help you.

. Reader is presumed female

Note: I've never played any of the games, so please excuse any inaccuracies. Due to the use of Google Translate, any languages displayed may potentially be incorrect.

There will be explicit sexual content, as well as instances of harassment, cursing, and drug usage.

Callsign: Hound

There was nothing you wanted more than to slam this man's head into his desk, ram a pen right between his eyes, and then slam the door behind you on the way out. Maybe even set the building on fire while you at it. Every day you were in his office, standing next to him, every day his attempts to flirt with you were bolder and bolder, every day you NEVER left his sight, he always knew where you were, what you were doing, and how you were doing it.

The only thing he didn't know about were your memories before meeting him. That was the only thing that brought you order and stability, it gave you clarity that you were still alive and breathing. To be able to feel other emotions other than annoyance, anger and discomfort.

Given how much time has passed since you last saw John and Kyle, you've always wondered what they're up to and whether they're still working together. Did they forget about you? Did they meet anybody who replaced you in some way? How are they doing? Given that General Shepard talks about them from time to time, it's good to know that they're both are still alive. Did they miss you... did John miss you?

"Hound."

You cringed, the sound of his voice alone makes you want to pop off.

"Yes sir?"

General Shepard smiled hearing you answer. "How's your day been darlin' I forgot to ask."

"It's been fine sir," you said trying to hide annoyance.

"That's wonderful, so do you have any plans tonight?"

"No sir."

"That's a bummer, then how about you and I go out to dinner tonight, say around 7PM?"

As General Shepard examined every inch of your physique, focusing primarily on your chest and hips, you sighed and gave him a little glare.

"No sir, but thank you."

"You know darlin', it doesn't hurt to smile," Shepard chuckled gently, looking annoyed himself.

You raised your brow, as you showed your teeth in a forceful smile, "No thank you sir."

Shepard stared at you blankly for a moment, before letting out a sigh. He ran his hands over his face then leaned back in his chair. "It won't kill you to say yes."

"It might..." you mumbled.

"Pardon?"

"Nothing sir."

Shepard's brows furrowed as he stood up, eyeing you up and down a slight scowl on his face, "Hound I didn't have to help you to earn your rank."

You stared at him; yes, he was the one who assigned you those assignments, but you completed them on your own, without a partner or team. You were tasked with tracking down those who had wronged Shepard. Finding people was what you were skilled at, turning loose ends into faded memories.

"It's against the rules… sir." you stated bluntly in response to his irritated stare.

Shepard made his way around his desk and over to you. Gritting your teeth, you prepare for the worst. He placed his hand on your neck, making you tilt your head to look up at him.

"I don't give a damn about rules, I give a damn about respect." Shepard said through gritted teeth. "You need to show respect to the person who got you to the spot you are today. Without me Hound you would've been a lost cause, just another war veteran with PTSD and anxiety."

Shepard put his other hand on your hip, firmly pulling you in. You bit your tongue in the hope that he wasn't actually taking pleasure in this when you felt something pressing up against you. You closed your eyes, tears threatening to spill out, but you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you vulnerable, that he was getting under your skin, getting to your head, getting to you.

"Get off me," you said through gritted teeth.

"Hound, I own you, I built you, and I shaped you into the solider you are. So, solider, when I ask you a question, I expect a cheerful yes sir," Shepard scowled at you. He sank his head into your neck giving you a firm nip, going down to lick your neck. You squirmed at the feeling, you held your eyes shut trying to think of anything other then Shepard.

The phone rang, Shepard's phone rang. Shepard pulled away from you with a scoff. You took this as a cue to leave the room, the only time you were free without Shepard was during his phone calls rather the meetings.

You sped walked out of his office and down the hall making a dash to the bathrooms, turning the corner you heavily bumped into someone.

"Jesus!" It was a woman, you turned your head to see a woman with short blonde hair and a red scarf around her neck. You swore you have seen her before. You continued walking toward the restroom, nearly ripping the door off its hinges. You looked in the mirror as you walked to the sink. He didn't leave a bite mark, you sighed in relief shutting your eyes.

You were numb, cold, humiliated, and alone.

You missed your old friends, you missed your life before the military, whether it was good or bad. You loved the military but if you would have known this is where you'd end up. Having a craving delusional war-hungry commander who, for some reason, is attracted to you to the point of obsession and poses a threat to your family at home while you are highly ranked and well-respected by those around you You would never have joined.

After a few minutes you began to head back. As easy it would be if you just walked out the building you knew there would be a negative chain reaction to it. There always was. That's how your family was threatened, because you tried to run.

You knocked against Shepard's door hoping the phone call was still going on.

"Come in."

After exhaling forcefully, you turned the doorknob to find Shepard and the woman you had just run into in the hallway inside. You recognized her now, Kate, Kate Lawsell, Price's close friend.

"Good to see you again, solider."

Your eyes widened, you straightened up, and saluted. "Please excuse my impoliteness in the corridors, ma'am."

You shifted your gaze between Shepard and Kate. What's going on? Shepard looked at you, then back at Kate, then gave her a firm nod and sat in his chair. He was grabbing something from behind his desk, pulling out a file and sliding it to Kate. Kate took it, and you took a good look at the file, which had your picture on it.

Kate turned to you, "You're coming with me solider. So now is a good time to start saying your farewells; I'll meet you outside."

You felt cold again after Kate left the room, leaving you alone with Shepard. His gaze swept over your body once more. "Something came up, and you're being recruited for your services, so we'll have to reschedule that date, hun."

He was letting you go. You couldn't help but bit your lip trying to hold back a smile, you gave Shepard a salute then turned on your heel heading out the door.

"Hound, before you go."

You paused, chills running down your back.

"Remember what I said, I built you, try running from me like the last time, get ready to attend a funeral, have a safe trip my dear."

My dear? He's called you other names, but never MY dear. That was new, strangely new...

When you walked outdoors, Kate was standing next to a black Jeep. At first, she appeared concentrated, but as you got closer, she appeared puzzled. She was looking through the file that had your picture on it.

"Are you alright ma'am?" You asked.

Kate shut the file in her hands and looked up at you, she nodded giving you a small smile. "Yeah, how are you doing?"

"I'm okay ma'am, just ready to get on the field again."

"I see, well then let's get going."

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You lost track of time, you were in the car with Kate, then you were in the 'copter without Kate, and now your in another car with Kate.

"Ma'am?"

"Hey Hound how'd you sleep?"

You yawned slightly, "Not the best... are we there yet?"

Kate chuckled, "A few more minutes, you think you can stay awake until then?"

You chuckled, "Yes ma'am."

A moment of silence fell between you two before Kate spoke up again.

"How was it like being under Shepard all this time?"

You starred out the window, you were hoping you could avoid anything that had to do with Shepard. "It's not something I've gotten used to..."

"Really? It's been years since I've last seen you, I didn't think you and him were close."

You raised your brow at Kate. Close? What did she mean by close?

"Uh- I wouldn't say close, quite the opposite actually ma'am."

"Oh well that's interesting... were here."

Kate couldn't have asked you that out of curiosity, you blinked. She asked because of the file, or was it something Shepard said to her—could she tell by the way you moved in the hallway?—or was it something in the file itself?

The car stopped in front a remote semi large military area. There were not that many soldiers here, you hopped out of the car waiting for Kate. But Kate stayed in the car, you turned to look at her but a rough chuckle caught your attention. You recognized it, you knew that laugh from anywhere.

A smile crept across your lips as you turned around to face John Price himself. Your body relaxed, but your tummy was filled with butterflies that weren't going away anytime soon. He seemed too good to be true standing here, he looked really good. You wanted to hug him. However, your eyes spoke volumes. As Price came closer and put his hand on your shoulder, you blinked slowly, your breath stopping in your throat as you felt your body clench up. What made you so tense? It was only John…

Price seemed to catch on, "You alright?"

"Yeah..." You said trailing off a bit. Price moved his hand away from you then looked at Kate.

Price gestured with his finger to give him a minute as he walked to speak with Kate. You trailed off to the sides, watching the soldiers go about their business. You stared up at the setting sun. You smiled, it had been a while since you'd left Shepard's sight, and even if Price was working for Shepard, which seemed likely, you didn't mind too much. It didn't matter as long as he wasn't anywhere near you.

Right now, Shepard couldn't touch you, he couldn't stare at you, he couldn't degrade you with his words. Right now you were free. You hope so.

"Pretty isn't it?" Price said walking over to you. You looked at him and from the corner of your eye you could see Kate's car heading off back where you guys had came.

"Very pretty, how've you been John? You've been taking care of yourself really well," You said.

Price chuckled, "That I have been, I can see you've been doing the same."

You shrugged, "I try, some days are harder than others."

Price nodded, "I hear ya on that one, one day after another there's always a surprise."

"Yup, so... where's Gaz?" You asked slightly eagerly.

Price hummed giving you a soft smile, one you haven't seen in a long time. It made you feel shy, and the butterflies were not helping. Price gestured towards the building. "Come on, I'll introduce you to the others."

You walked inside the building behind Price, he led you down a few halls and into a mess hall where not many people were in. Everyone was eating and talking among each other not really paying you to much mind until you walked past them.

Price led you to a back table where you could make out a tall guy with a skull mask, a guy with a mow hawk with Scottish accent and there across from them sat Gaz with his back facing you and Price.

The Scottish guy was talking until he stopped Price and gave him a greeting, before noticing you. "Hey captain, who's the lass?"

Gaz turned around, seeing you smiled peering around Price. Gaz shot up almost chocking on his food. You went up to Gaz patting his back as he began to cough.

You giggled, “I just got here don’t die on me now.”

“Hound! It’s good to see you! It’s been so long!” Gaz wrapped an arm around you giving you a quick hug. You felt your body tense up for a moment until he released you, “How are you? Last I heard about you was that were running solo on missions.”

“Unfortunately, but nothing I can’t handle,” you grinned. “Even got the scars to prove it.”

“I bet,” Price chuckled. “Now, as you both heard this is Hound, she’s going to be joining us from here on out, now Hound this here is Ghost and this one is Soap.”

Your raised your brow, “Soap? What type of name is Soap?”

Gaz and Price laughed while Ghost gave a slight chuckle. Soap stared at you in shock but his smile never faltered.

“Pft yeah? What kind of name is Hound huh,” Soap said back.

You hummed, “At least mines makes sense.”

“Wow,” Soap laughed. “Okay fine, we’ll then welcome to the team Hound.”

Price placed his hand on your shoulder gently this time, your eyes darted to his hand. You felt your body tense up again, you did the same with Gaz too… these were people you know, people you trusted. Your mind knew this, so why was your body acting so different?

Price’s tone shifted slightly, “Welcome to task force 141 Hound, I’m glad you came.”

“Me too…”

#captain john price x reader #price x you #john price #cod price #simon ghost riley #price x reader #john price x you #soap cod #general shepard #gaz mw2 #modern warefare 2 #alejandro vargas #rodolfo rudy parra #task force 141 #x reader #x you #cod smut #smut #captain price x you #cod mw2 fanfic #mw2 fanfic #mw2 smut #call of duty #141 x reader #female reader #graves #141 reader #john price smut #captain price #ghost mw2

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How do you think the Curtis sister/sodas twin!reader dating Tim would go. Like since he's not far from being Darry's age and runs a real gang, plus he's considered one of the toughest greasers besides Dallas? What would Dally think of that, her brothers, and what kind of stuff would that include?

I love that you write for the sheperds, they're so underrated</3

Hello hello~! So sorry it took so long to get to this 😅 (I definitely agree they're much too underrated for my taste. Twobit too actually. I dont think Two gets enough love either.)

Lemme just make the list....

Darry: Ha....haha....HA. Okay so the only way he finds out is by Pony being a whiny tattletale. Otherwise there's absolutely no way in hell he'd hear you out just out of the blue at a family dinner. He respects Tim, but he wants what's best for his family, ESPECIALLY the only girl. Tim's just as bad as Dally to him, hell maybe even a bit worse. The night he catches you trying to sneak back home, he's absolutely LIVID. But when he finds out there's that typical "You're not allowed to see him" garbage. But I mean, he works early, so what's he gonna do? Risk working on zero sleep so he knows you don't sneak out? 🤷

You have a looooong talk with Pony and Soda but after you got them onboard they cover for you for a while. A lot of sneaking...but it's one night when he happens to come across you two at Buck's. Yall hadn't realized he was there and a fight broke out, to which Tim protected you, and then after Darry approached yall, tried to protect you from getting yelled at too. After that night he agreed, but he definitely was very strict with Tim about safety and how late you had to be home.

Sodapop: Soda's actually super cool with it. In the series, Soda looked up to Tim and ended up getting scolded by Tim for taking Darry for granted. Soda likes Tim, and yeah, he knows he has a bad record, but he 100% trusts Tim.

He tries to stay out of the fight the night Darry finds out, but otherwise he's usually more than willing to help you sneak out, that is as long as you promise to stay safe.

Ponyboy: Now this little shit is a conniving backstaber. But he did it out of love or whatever so 🙄😒... He uhhh caught you sneaking out. And uhhh "he was worried you'd get kidnapped or get hurt being out that late." He didn't actually know it was Tim you were with, so you can't COMPLETELY blame him, but at the same time I give you full permission to give him shit and make him feel guilty.

He caught you sneaking out at WAY past curfew and couldn't catch you before you were gone. So, like the worry wart Pony is woke Darry and sat with him until you got back. It's not that he cares once he finds out it's Tim, he trusts Tim fully, but he worries constantly anyways.

Steve: Honestly similar to Soda. Steve usually just kinda goes with what Soda thinks and vice versa with the exception of a few rare occasions. He wants you safe, he sees you as family too, but it's not really his love life to meddle with and he knows Tim's not that bad either. However, he is one of the first to say he'd beat up Tim for you if he had to. More than willing to fight in a rumble against the Shepard gang is worst comes to worst happened.

Johnny: Johnny stays out of it. He stays out of most things, especially if it gets Darry or Dally mad, but this he just figures yall can handle on your own. Johnny doesn't like judging people much, especially his own kind, so he's not upset that you like Tim. He's extremely cautious though. Johnny ultimately cares about nothing but you're safety because let's face it the gang is his family. Like actually is his family. He's the beat one to vent to though whenever you and Tim get into a small fight or whatever though.

Twobit: Two is giving you so much shit. Will not stop teasing even well into the relationship. He finds out because let's be honest, Soda can only keep a secret from Darry. Everyone else in the gang? Yeah not so much. Two is poking fun in FRONT OF DARRY too just to get a rise outta you, but he'll never out you or tell Darry on you. He just likes teasing.

Dally: Ha. He hands you a switchblade. Okay okay so Dally and Tim are major frenemies. They get along perfectly sometimes, and other times Dally is using you to get back at him. Like Johnny, Dally has a protective eye on you, so of course he's...not the happiest to receive the news. "HIM? Really? You could do so much better!" He thinks Tim's too similar to him and believes full heartedly he'll break your heart. In fact, at first he believes Tim's dating you to mess with him. It takes a LONG time before he recognizes that you actually care about each other and accepts it. That's not to say you can stop carrying that switchblade though.

Tim: Well....you're dating so obviously he likes you, dummy 🤷 Lmfao kidding kidding. Sooo Tim definitely enjoys the thrill of sneaking around with you late at night and breaking Darry's rules with you, but in the end he knows Darry's a good guy for worrying. He respects Darry's position as your caretaker and as the neighborhood's older brother, but... everyone needs to break their parent's rules as a teen. And by parent yes of course I refer to Darry as a parent.

That is to say though, because Darry and Tim are so similar in age and both respect each other, just like he had yelled at Soda in the series, is not afraid to put his foot down if you go too far with disobeying your brother or if he thinks you're in too much danger. He's your protector when the boys aren't around and even when they are, he still keeps tabs.

Curly: Curly doesn't know much about you, but you are the only girl Tim's ever seemed serious about. And by that he means first girl that Tim's brought home and made food for. He and Angela adore you, because I mean, anyone that can hook Tim is pretty respectable, but Curly's just...Curly. He'll be polite to you but he'll try and shit talk Tim every change he gets. Kinda trying to sabotage Tim lol but he ultimately is very happy for you guys. Actually enjoys when you come over because there's someone to talk to that isn't a hood or a trashy flirt that just wants a hook up.

#the outsiders #x reader #dallas winston #request #curly shepard #johnny cade #steve randle #tim shepard #two bit mathews #darry curtis #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis

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A/N: For the @normandyzine! I really need to write some Garrus/Shep, it’s shameful I have none after romancing him for two games.

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Shepard was drunk. No, she was just tipsy. The tingling in her fingers hadn’t quite reached the rest of her body and her cheeks were merely warm. She could walk in a straight line, shoot in a straight line, and fight like nobody’s business. The only thing she couldn’t do was dance, but she’d never been able to do that in the first place.

She wished she was drunk, though. That would actually explain why she had just missed such an easy target. Biting her cheek as she lowered her rifle, Shepard glared at the beer bottle falling down into the Citadel’s pool. This was ridiculous; she’d made harder shots in her sleep. Hell, even drunk, she’d survived a battle or two. This was just downright embarrassing.

Judging by Wrex’s boisterous guffaw and Garrus’ barely concealed laughter, her companions knew it too. Shepard resisted the urge to turn around and glare at them. Instead, she checked her gun’s scope again, vainly hoping for a faulty component.

“I calibrated it myself,” Garrus called out from behind her, still chuckling. He sounded smug as fuck. “Don’t pretend it’s the gun’s fault.”

Joker snorted, mirth colouring his voice. Clearly, he’d drunk enough to think he was safe if he teased her. “Surely she wouldn’t do something so unprofessional.”

Clearly, she hadn’t ingrained fear into his bones yet.

Even in the night, there was no end to traffic in the Citadel. Vehicles zipped along above, their lights making a laser path through the open air. And despite all that noise, she could still hear the three buffoons behind her. Shepard spun on her heel and glared. “Want to say that again?”

“No, ma’am,” Joker immediately chimed. She couldn’t tell if he was mocking her or if he was serious. These days, he had been taking more liberties than usual and she missed the time when he’d actually taken her anger seriously.

“What happened to your aim while I was gone? You slacking off?” Wrex guffawed again, his foot stomping on the bridge hard. The citadel had been made to withstand a large variety of alien races, of all sizes, shapes, and strengths. Somehow, it still shuddered. There were few things that could withstand a Krogan.

“Shepard? Slacking off?” Garrus shook his head dismissively. “Can you imagine it?”

Joker shuddered. Forgetting her warning, he commented, “I don’t think she even knows the meaning of relaxing. Do you know how hard it was to convince her to give us a vacation?”

“I mean, to be fair, do we even have time for that?” Garrus admitted reluctantly, picking up another bottle from his duffel bag. The poor thing looked overstuffed; as ever, he was overprepared. Even for something as silly as this shooting contest.

“It’s not like it’d kill us,” Joker complained, crossing his arms. His gun was at his feet, too far to be useful should Shepard decide to do anything. Perhaps he hadn’t had enough near-death experiences to be prepared. She was more than willing to correct that.

Unfortunately, there was little she could do to stop the other two from talking. Garrus shook his head and corrected, “It would kill us. This is what, the third time we have to save the world in as many years? If we took the day off, who knows what could happen.”

“I’m right here,” Shepard bit out, annoyed by the back and forth.

Joker continued as though she hadn’t said anything. “There are other Spectres, right? I’m sure they’ll pick up the slack—hell, they probably need to, we’ve been doing their job for them.”

The universe was going to end in a few days. Maybe she should make sure their days end even before that. They were at the top of the Presidium. They were all drunk. A single push and she could claim it was an accident. She already had Grunt to replace Wrex’s firepower and Tali was shaping up to be an expert marksman.

As for Joker…well, Edi could fly well enough on her own.

“With that aim, she’ll kill you anyways,” Wrex taunted. The bastard knew exactly what he was doing with that smirk of his.

She might as well do it now while there were no witnesses. It couldn’t be that hard to assassinate a drunk Krogan. Shepard raised her gun, aiming at them. “Oi, peanut gallery. Shut up.” She pointed the gun at Wrex. “And I’m not slacking off. I’m just…tipsy.”

“Tipsy?” Wrex picked up his gun and waved it around. “I’ve had better shots while black-out drunk.”

“You’re always drunk,” Shepard dismissed, dropping her gun and stalking over to the equipment bag. “It’s a self defense mechanism. But since you’re so confident, you’re next.”

Garrus chortled as readied his arm. “You heard the lady.”

“When has she ever been a lady?” Wrex questioned. His gun looked like a toy in his big hands. In all honesty, this competition was heavily skewed against him. For all of Wrex’s battle prowess, he had never been one for shooting or aiming. Then again, with his strength, he never needed to.

“Just go already,” Shepard barked before turning her glare towards Joker. She felt surge of satisfaction when he flinched. “And don’t think I’ve forgotten about you.”

“Fuck,” Joker cursed, taking a step back, his crutch slipping slightly on the metal floor. He chuckled nervously. “That was a…self defense mechanism?”

“Don’t think Edi’ll save your ass,” Shepard warned, taking a threatening step forward. “You might be dating our ship but I’m still her commander.”

Garrus threw the bottle at the same time.

Wrex pulled the trigger, missing entirely. Even before the bottle crashed into the water, Wrex spun on his heel. He snapped his attention to Joker. “You’re dating the Normandy?”

“Edi’s not the Normandy!” Joker protested, holding up a hand and its crutch. His brow furrowed, his smile turning crooked as he tried to explain. “Or well, she is, but not just? She’s more than that now.”

“Oh, so you admit you’re dating a ship,” Garrus teased, his eyes crinkling. They’d been trying to get Joker to say it aloud for weeks now.

Meanwhile, Wrex looked like he had been hit with a bomb. “I always knew you were special, but…”

“It’s my fault.” Shepard sighed, rubbing her neck. She gazed out dramatically into the brightly lit Presidium. “I should have given him more vacation days.”

“Would that have helped?” Wrex questioned, his gun hanging limply by his side.

“You guys know I can hear this, right?” Joker asked, pouting.

“Probably not.” Shepard shrugged, ignoring him. Revenge was sweet. Smirking wickedly, she pointed at Wrex’s gun. “What was that last shot? Are you slacking off now that you’re a dad?”

“If only.” Wrex blanched, looking more exhausted and terrified than he had on any of their missions together. And considering they had saved the universe several times over, that was saying something. Shepard had heard from Eve just how obsessive the women had gotten after Mordin’s sacrifice; she could only imagine Wrex’s pain.

There were enough rumours about how Krogan sex was just like Krogan warfare: messy, bloody, and utterly destructive. Shepard had never wanted to confirm if that was true. Seeing Wrex was enough of an answer without getting nightmares.

She felt a tinge of sympathy and patted his back lightly. “Maybe you should have Grunt help.”

“You trying to kill me?” Wrex growled, shuddering.

“Fair point.” Shepard wasn’t sure what’d be worse: Grunt declaring war on everything that breathed, or a dozen little ones with his exact temperament. She jabbed her chin at Garrus. “You’re up.”

“I’ll throw.” If the gun looked like a toy in Wrex’s hands, the bottle looked like a doll’s toy.

“Don’t break it,” Joker warned. “Death Angel over there already has the advantage.”

“It’s Archangel,” Garrus corrected immediately, raising his gun. “And even if I had a hand behind my back and both eyes closed, I’d beat you.”

Joker’s shoulders slumped. He leaned on a crutch and tugged on his baseball cap with his other hand. “I know you’re joking, but somehow it feels like you could.”

“Who said I was joking?” Garrus teased, his eye pressed against the scope. Despite his response, he was clearly already focused and tuning out the conversation.

Wrex didn’t so much as grunt as he hurled the bottle, not even bothering to warn anyone. “Try that!”

There was a small bang and the glass shattered. Tiny pieces of glass rained down. Garrus lowered his gun and smirked. “And that’s how it’s done.”

Shepard scrunched her nose, annoyed. A smug Garrus was insufferable. “Show off.”

Wrex laughed, shaking his head. “Show off.”

Joker sighed, utterly used to this. “Show off.”

“I can feel the jealousy.” Garrus patted his gun affectionately. “Maybe if you took better care of your gear, you’d have better aim.”

“You haven’t changed a bit,” Wrex grunted, picking up another bottle. “The only thing that’s different about you is the rule bending. Who’s next?”

“Nah, he’s gotten cockier,” Shepard chimed in with a shit-eating grin as she watched Garrus.

“Is that even possible?” Joker held out his hand for a gun. “It’s my turn, right?”

“I can’t believe you actually want to compete with us.” Garrus handed over his weapon. He rifled through the bag and pulled out another bottle. “Maybe you should stick to what you’re good at.”

“Then’d he’d do nothing,” Shepard quipped, taking the pot-shot.

“Oh, fuck you.” Joker awkwardly held up his gun with one hand. It shook lightly as he tried to steady his aim. “I can shoot just fine.”

“You’re shakier than an earth worm.” Garrus winded up his arm and hurled the bottle.

Joker gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger. Still intact, the bottle arced through the air and fell into the pool with a soft splash. “Aww, come on.”

Shepard laughed. “Your aim’s as good as ever.”

Joker dropped his gun. “I’ll remember that the next time you’re telling me to fly fast between two ships.” He raised his nose and huffed. “Maybe I won’t do it.”

“And risk breaking your girlfriend?” Shepard snorted as she plucked two beer bottles from the cooler. She handed one over to him. “Promises, promises.”

Joker scowled as he accepted the drink. “Screw you.”

“Hey, don’t take my job,” Garrus sniped, taking a swig from his beer. “She barely has time for me.”

“You still have to tell me how this happened.” Wrex didn’t bother with small sips. He just downed the bottle in one go and grabbed a second. “I’m not sure which is more unbelievable, Shepard or Vakarian.”

“Maybe after we’re done.” Garrus tapped his bottle. “I’m not nearly drunk enough for love talk.”

Shepard shook her head. “Me neither.” She set down her bottle beside her and gazed out into the Citadel. Lights twinkled from the various shops lining the structure and she could hear the distant din of crowds wandering the streets.

“Guess this is it,” Joker finally said, breaking the silence. He leaned on his crutch as he stared at his bottle. “Didn’t think I’d spend my last day getting insulted.”

“Why not?” Shepard quipped, sitting down on the edge of the bridge. Planting a hand behind her, she leaned back and took another sip. “That’s everyday for you, right?”

“Ha. Ha.” Joker rolled his eyes. “Very funny. But seriously. Can’t think of anyone I’d rather be with.”

“Aside from EDI?” Garrus asked. Shepard knew there was a reason they got along so well.

Joker groaned. “You’re never going to shut up about that, are you?”

Wrex laughed. It echoed through the night air. “Why would we?”

“Right, right. My mistake,” Joker grumbled. He drank angrily before tossing his empty bottle off the bridge.

“Litterbug,” Garrus chided before sitting down next to Shepard. “But I get the feeling. I can’t think of anything better to do either. Well, maybe one thing…” He trailed off, smirking.

Shepard bumped shoulders with Garrus and rolled her eyes at his last comment. “You guys are getting real sentimental on me. Should I be worried?”

“Probably not.” Garrus bumped back. “Think we can win?”

“Is that even a question?” Wrex interrupted, snorting. “Not like you to doubt.”

“I’m not. Just…” Garrus scratched his jaw as he contemplated his words. “I don’t know. It feels different from all the other times, somehow.”

“Yeah, it’s kinda…bigger?” Joker lifted his baseball cap and fanned his head. “Harder? It’s just different.”

Shepard lowered her eyes, understanding. It did feel different. Like it was the accumulation of experiences, like she had been preparing for this fight for years. In a way, she had been—she just couldn’t have expected it when she’d first landed on Eden Prime, when she’d first glimpsed the unknown.

But she’d pulled a trigger back then, whether she knew it or not. The next fight was just the bullet finally leaving the chamber.

She’d have to make sure it struck true.

Shepard cleared her throat. She’d never been good at reassuring crap, but after all they’d been through, they were her friends more than they were just crewmates. If nothing else, she had to try. “The stakes are higher, but it’s the same thing we always do: bust in and beat up the baddies. We just have to win. We don’t really have a choice.”

She could feel them staring at her. Garrus broke the silence first. “Was that a pep talk?”

“A terrible one,” Joker chimed in, getting revenge.

Wrex roared, laughing, “Never change, Shepard.”

“Fuck off.” Shepard elbowed Garrus. “Next round. I’ll beat all of you.”

“We’ll see about that.” Garrus set his empty bottle on the side and stood up. He held out his hand as he asked quietly, “But seriously, are you ready?”

She smiled softly as she gripped his hand. “Not really, but that hasn’t stopped me yet.”

He chuckled. “True. You know, you never told me what was the one thing you really wanted to do.”

Shepard stared at him blankly before recalling their car ride earlier. She’d half-forgotten he’d even asked. “That…not sure, really. I know what I want to do after, though.”

Garrus cocked his head. “And that’s?”

“A vacation. A long one.” Shepard stretched her arms above her. “Think the universe can handle itself without me for a month?”

He laughed. “It won’t last half an hour.” Garrus wrapped an arm around her shoulder and squeeze. “But I do know a great place to hide away for a while.”

“Oh?” Shepard leaned against him. “I like the sound of that.”

#mass effect trilogy #commander shepard #garrus vakarian #jeff joker moreau #urdnot wrex #shakarian #fanfic

[dark-elf-writes]

… should I now also bring up Dean, Sam and Cas, who would fit in and the amount of times they die to? Should I bring up Shepard who comes back different with parts under her skin? Who is being forced to work with a terrorist group? Who had her friends not with her? Who clings to the few who stayed?

Hawke would cause chaos but also the pain of losing their siblings, their mother even if she wasn't great. Coming to group and dropping down to hug Bilbo. Then betrayal even if he was in the right.

God all of these people and the pain they'd go through.

(the Warden. Who stumbles in and confesses to sleeping with a witch because it was the only way. Who wants to know his child. The others working to help. Maybe Kieran appears, a chosen one himself)

Shxhndns GOD THE FUCKING WINCHESTERS AND CAS

The Mystery Spot ends with Sam actually trying to murder Gabriel because not only has he had to see his brother die over and over and over. He felt it. All of them felt it. He can’t get Naruto and Harry’s miserable little sobs out of his head as they clung to the others from the pain. Can’t get any of it out of his head.

Hawke who has lost so much, who has tried their best, who has even everything they have and it still wasn’t enough. Who clung to their family with bloody hands and broken fingernails and still had them ripped away. Who clings to all of them the same way hiding it behind laughter and quips and seemingly boundless confidence.

Shepard who comes back different. Comes back stronger. Comes back chained. Came back wrong? Who clenches her jaw against the scream she can feel clawing it’s way up her throat because she still has a job to do. She clings to them just as tightly, hiding her tears in wild curls and broad shoulders. She vows she won’t let them be taken from her too. Vows that she won’t give them a reason to leave her too.

The warden who staggers in shaking and pale repeating over and over that it was the only way. That they had no choice. That they wouldn’t feel their death too. (They had no idea how much it would be hurt to die for the blight. They had no desire for their family to find out.) that tells them with full eyes and a hollow voice that they don’t know where the witch went. Where their child is.

Kieran who comes a while later driving the warden to their knees as they sob in relief and deep unending grief that their child is as trapped by fate as they were.

#the elf talks #chosen one support group #thank it hurts :)

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[swaps55]

Please tell me something about that Noveria First Kiss AU! <3

You may not like it, which is why it has remained a WIP. I toyed with making something happen with everyone having a night off at Port Hanshan, but what came out was some drunk teasing that escalated much faster than anyone (even me) guessed. Sam reacts badly when he doesn't have time to chew on his feelings first, and when he's up against a wall he lashes out. And, uh. His choice of targets was not ideal.

I didn't know how to fix the spot I got them into, or how the fuck to get the actual kiss out of it, so I haven't returned to it. Part of me wants to, just to explore it, because it feels in character enough to be worth poking at. But with Fugue and Mezzo being such angst fests, I haven't had the mental fortitude to give to it.

~

“You’re jealous,” Ashley informs him.

“Of what,” Shepard scoffs, giving her the same look he gave the NCD inspector who grounded the Mako.

“That woman is hitting on him, and you can hardly keep your butt in that chair.” She bops the leg of his seat with a foot. His eyes narrow.  

Garrus swivels his head between them, mandibles flaring, and Tali sets her cards down. Joker sits back in his seat and crosses his arm, like there’s a show about to happen and he’s got a front row seat. Wrex shoves another glass of ryncol towards her, and like an idiot, she takes it.

“He hates being hit on,” Shepard informs her.

“Yeah,” she says with a snort, “because it’s never you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean.”

Amazing how much nuance in the human – alien – whatever – voice gets lost when you’re drunk, or maybe she would have noticed how flat Shepard’s sounded, or how little humor was in it.

She grins. “It means he’s wanted in your pants since probably five minutes after he met you, and somehow you haven’t noticed.”

“I notice plenty,” Shepard says, leveling her with a stare. “We’re close. Why does everyone assume it has to be about sex?”

[more stuff]

“Leave it alone, Williams,” Shepard growls. “We are what we are. Stop trying to make it something it’s not.”

“Tell him that,” Ashley says, gesturing towards Alenko, who is now glancing over his shoulder while he waits for their drinks. “I have never seen someone so desperate over someone as that guy. Pretty sure if the two of you just got a room and fucked each other’s brains out you’d both be a lot better off.”

Shepard shoves out of his chair with enough force Ashley actually jumps. Just as she starts wondering if maybe she pushed him too far, Alenko chooses that moment to return with his drink. Garrus swivels his head between them, mandibles flaring, and Tali sets her cards down. Joker sits back in his seat and crosses his arm, like there’s a show about to happen and he’s got a front row seat.

“What’s going on?” Alenko asks, cautious.

Shepard meets his gaze like a rail gun lining up a target.

“So, what, you want to fuck me?” he demands, eyes flashing, and Ashley sucks in a breath. “Is that what we’ve always been about? Is getting in my pants what friendship is to you? Because if it is, fine. I’ll go fuck you in that corner right now if that’s the price of doing business.”

Alenko stares at him in incomprehension that erodes into something Ashley can’t even name, before it fades completely and all that’s left is a slate so blank it hits harder than any bullet she’s ever fired.

“Go fuck yourself,” he says, quiet, indifferent, as he sets his drink steadily on the table and walks out of the bar while everyone at the poker table stares after him.

He’s only made it a few steps before Shepard’s expression to shift to shock, then horror, but it’s too late.

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[dragonflight203]

Mass Effect 2 replay, recruiting Jack:

Osun

-Erinie has element zero. Quite a bit of it. Why does a garden world in its last stages with a small salarian colony have so much?

I suppose if it was colonized in the last cycle, the element zero may be from various crashes at that time.

-Purgatory is run by the Blue Suns. So this is yet another Blue Sun mission. Why are they central to so many?

-The Blue Suns were started by humans or a batarian, depending on the story you go by. Yet they sure seem dominated by turians. Warden Kuril runs this place.

-When Warden Kuril gives that little intro speech he sure sounds like he’s selling Purgatory to Shepard. You can tell how proud he is of it.

I suppose it could be viewed that he’s warning Shepard how secure it is, so they don’t try to escape later.

-Kuril and Garrus are actually very similar. They’re both from Palaven, both former law enforcement, and both chose different career paths because they thought governments weren’t strict enough. They hate letting criminals get away.

In a different universe, I could easily see Garrus running Purgatory – although to his credit, I don’t think he’d sell criminals.

(Yes, I know Garrus has special dialogue for this mission.)

-I think Kuril generally does believe he’s doing the right thing. Or at least he’s convinced himself of it.

He’s also just very greedy, and thinks he can perform a public service and line his pockets.

And since criminals aren’t “real people”, it’s okay to beat them up and sell them off.

-Why are all the prisoners we directly encounter human?

The one being beaten, 780 whom we speak to, 403 who’s hearing things, Jack…

Bioware, c’mon. How hard would it have been to make one of them a salarian or an asari?

-Shepard has some autodialogue when Jack is released.

-Jack’s outfit is so bad. I don’t know why she’s even bothering with any kind of top. What was Bioware thinking?

(Between Jack and Miranda, I’m not sure the character designers were thinking.)

-Kuril’s threat to blow out all the airlocks if the prisoners don’t stand down is empty; that might cost him money.

-I think I’m slowly getting the hang of charge, but I am dying so many times. Charge was not designed with insanity in mind.

One of the biggest problems is that Shepard can’t dodge and is so, so slow. If I could run to cover this wouldn’t be so bad.

-The Kuril battle is much easier than the battles before it. One of the easiest fights so far in the game.

-If you ask Jack why it’s a problem that you’re with Cerberus, Miranda says she’s destroyed Cerberus people and property. I don’t think she knows that Jack was raised by Cerberus.

Jack says Miranda will die first. Lovely to see them get off on the right foot.

-Miranda also says Shepard is not authorized to give Jack full access to the databases. This is the first time Jack calls her a cheerleader.

It was hate on first sight.

Normandy

-Crew: I’ve never worked with so many aliens so far.

Strange line. I’ve recruited two so far – Mordin and Grunt. Last one I picked up with Jack. This should have played later in the game.

-Jack tends to respond better to neutral or renegade lines. Paragon tends to make her defensive or think you’re weak.

-The image of Jack’s silhouette in the shadows holding a gun is very well done.

-One of the biggest mysteries is why Jack doesn't bail at the first opportunity. She knows how dangerous Ceberus is. She doesn't give a damn about the Collectors. Why does she stick around?

-Grunt says humans, salarians, and asari are soft. Quarians are not – why?

Tell me more about Qurarian biology, Bioware!

-Okeer wanted Grunt to hate aliens. Why? I didn’t get that vibe when we spoke to him.

-More of Grunt’s complex is starting to come out. He’s strong, but he didn’t earn it. He just is.

The dead may have been weak, but at least they tried. He never had to.

-You don’t get this line if you go renegade and tell Grunt you need him to be strong. He tells you he’ll be strong enough to kill your enemies, and that’s all you need.

Grunt may respect you if you go renegade, but he doesn’t necessarily trust you.

-The amount Grunt thinks is itself telling. Krogan intellect is often mocked – they have no scientists. They just exist to kill.

But Grunt is the perfect krogan, and he spends a lot of time thinking. About what he was told, about what he believes, about who he wants to be.

That’s the antithesis of the view most people hold of krogan, even other krogans.

But they are capable of it. Grunt is proof. Violence is baked into krogan culture, but that’s not all they have to be. They’re capable of much more – they just have to break the cycles they’re trapped in.

It doesn’t even necessarily mean leaving violence behind; Grunt loves violence. But it can be productive violence, for the betterment of their people and the galaxy as a whole.

If Wrex is the Urdnot clan leader in ME3, he touches on this. With him, Bakara, and Grunt I think they do have a chance to rewrite the future of the krogan people.

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[unicornsaures]

yapping about the outsiders x amrev

Okay so first off, not replacing any characters, obviously. Im thinking the aides are their own seperate little group that just hang around one another. Not an actual gang like the shepard gang but more how the main characters run; just a group thats independent, but willing to stick up for one another. Ive decided that if i ever do something with this god forsaken AU its genuinely just gonna be mostly seperate from the main plot because none of the aides themselves would be socs and so the plot wouldnt even be relevant until the very end.(I have been thinking of making Lafayette a soc or something. Just for the fuck of it to test some limits to hamilton, laurens, and laf's friendship with the whole bob thing ehe!)

But for the sake of this AU, theyre all aged into their 20s except for Washington. Its just easier than having 60 year olds street fighting.

Right, so characters! I havent thought much on other aides BUT i have thought VERY heavily on Laurens and Hamilton, obviously. So, starting with Laurens. Hes literally the same. Hes just as impulsive as he is during his time period if not worse. Hes given more opportunities to fight and he takes every. single. one. I would say hes similar to Dally but really he isnt. He'll get in a fistfight every week or so but nothing serious enough he ends up in jail. His relationship with HL is kind if rocky, too. They moved from SC to fucking oklahoma and John is not too happy about the move, for one, and his father isnt happy that Laurens turned into a 'hood.' Mainly, he just wont sleep at his own house. He'll crash at Meade's place or maybe Hamilton's run down, abandoned little house if he has to. HL isnt abusive or anything he just doesnt like living with so many siblings while his father goes on and on about how hes a bad influence. Not helping that he has a new bruise or cut every time he vists but i digress, John is basically a 'watered down' dally.

Righttt, Hamilton! Yeah, born in NYC, mom died, got too expensive, so he moved to good ol Oklahoma without his dad. I may just say he works at DX with Soda and whatnot because while the aides arent needed for the plot, i want them to feel a lil somethin somethin when everything goes down in the book and having a relation to both Soda and Steve would at least make Hamilton feel a bit bad and maybe even convince him to fight in the rumble at the end. Laurens and him arent really officially dating either. Theyre technically exclusive, but they never really talked about it and kind of just say theyre there to keep each other in check. Neither of them really want to confront any of their emotions towards anything so they settle for hamilton lovingly scolding laurens every time he gets in a fight and sharing 'no homo' kisses. Yeah and he lives in this run down house that he doesnt pay for and he has to drop by Meade's place whenever cops come searching for anyone living in there because i need him to be a little bit pathetic.

The rest of the aides are primarily undecided, if im being honest. Meade's parents are still alive from what I know and the other aides either stay at their own house or crash at Meade's, but Laurens is usually taking up the couch on most nights as does Hamilton. Most of the other aides arent big fighters really, theyre just trying to make it through college/day to day jobs. Washington kind of watches over all of them, like an unofficial father to their lil gang. They just hang around him and he frequently scolds them all for misbehaving. Hes like darry but older i guess. (Hes like, in his late 40's in this AU.)

Oh, and kinloch is there because i said so! If anything, he gives me major soc vibes and i primarily think he is why Laurens has such a knack for starting fights with socs for no reason. They were some weird ass situationship and they had an unofficial breakup that Laurens is still extremely salty over. Francis totally went for his neck during the rumble btw and they hate each other and laurens still tries to start fights with him whenever he sees him.

Though, Lafayette is also pretty undecided. I want him to be a greaser but at the same time i think him being a soc would test the limits of him and laurens' friendship while also he and hamilton's friendship. Laurens because obviously, francis. Hamilton because he saw how the socs affected soda, steve, etc and he feels bad for them, but also Lafayette would be dead set that Johnny is a murderer because he needs to stick up for the socs to stay loyal.

Now lets talk about the rumble! I think only some of the aides would get involved, really. Hamilton would because he saw how johnny affected steve and soda, Laurens because he just wants to fight, and the two dragged along Tilghman and Harrison because theyre strong enough to do some genuine damage. The rest of them just dont want to be involved in all of that and think its easier to just not get hurt.(Meade tags along but stands off to the side just to make sure no one gets seriously injured. He has change ready for a pay phone in case he needs to call up washington.)

Now, what i think would be interesting is their reaction to Dally's death. Im saying Laurens wouldve heard his name, as would all of the greasers, really. So their entire gang would know his name, but im mainly thinking about Laurens for this one because id like to think that he kind of looked up to him in some fucked up way? Not really looked up to, but more so respected. I feel like with Ham telling him about how Soda and Steve reacted and how they act at the DX afterwards would really fuck with him too and id like to think hed drop by the curtis house or some shit to say that he thought dally was a cool guy or something.

Yeah, anyway this is all pretty rough in terms of what the fuck im yapping about i just spat out every word that came to mind.

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[itspkuwu]

EEnE headcanons

Double D is only nice to Kevin sometimes because he doesn’t want him to beat up Eddy. Besides for that one time when Double D thought Eddy deserved it for making him think he had an illness. And because he knows that even Double D can get aggravated with Eddy, Kevin tries to encourage him to pick on the con man with friendly interactions. So it’s kinda sorta like gaslighting. But Double D still doesn’t trust him because he knows this. He cares about Eddy too much. Not to mention that pretty much everyone in the cul de sac is nice to Double D because Double D is nice to them. What goes around comes around. Sarah is a huge example of this, she literally has a crush on him.

Plus I feel like Double D did somewhat feel bad for Eddy getting a beating afterwards.

Stuffed Pig’s Head is only a meal Rolf’s people eats when a swine has been put down from old age. They say the inner strength and soul of the dead pig will give those who consume it power to continue on. So it’s considered a tribute to the cycle of life. (And it would explain why Rolf hasn’t eaten Wilfred lol)

Marie does May’s nails.

There’s a big red and purple scar under Double D’s hat. When he was extremely little, probably just a few weeks before reaching 2, his curiosity found him in the middle of a dodgeball game with much older kids who teased him for being bad at the game. Later on, Double D built a machine that would launch dodgeballs like rapid fire. He met those same kids and again and used his invention in the next game. Something went wrong, and he, along with the other kids there were sent to the hospital, leaving him with the scar. His parents were utterly ashamed of his actions. The young genius they were raising had turned out to be a monster. Thus, they thought it was better to move to Peach Creek to try and leave this tragic event in their lives behind. Poor Double D is constantly reminded of the guilt whenever his hat is removed. And his parents, now distant and somewhat afraid of their son, community with him through sticky notes.

And yes, his mother stopped rubbing his feet with oil after the incident.

Ed is neurodivergent autistic.

So is Jonny

Rolf’s mother use to comfort him a lot when he was little, hence why he tends to shout “MAMA!” whenever he’s afraid or in pain.

Jimmy is a demi boy

Kevin and Nazz were considered a thing, but “broke up” cause it just wasn’t working out. Later, Nazz realized she was more in to girls and Kevin thought he’d just be better off single. Plus he was in love with his bike anyway

Blue is a natural hair color

Kevin was Rolf’s first friend he made in the cul-de-sac and was the one who taught The Son of a Shepard (TM) how to play sports.

Nazz is a hippie

Sarah was taught to hate Ed by their parents

Wilfred, Victor, etc are Rolf’s emotional support animals for his ptsd towards the wolf incident he experienced as a kid.

In the actual incident, the “wolf man” tore the baby sheep’s head off with his teeth. Leaving poor Rolf traumatized.

And that’s also why Rolf keeps all the sheep in his “lair”, he wants to protect them.

There’s a program in Peach Creek where the elementary schoolers are allowed to visit the jr high, hence why Jimmy and Sarah are there sometimes despite their young ages.

Speaking of ages

Ed, Edd, n Eddy: 12-13 

Sarah: 7-8 

Jimmy: 6-7 

Jonny 2x4: 11-12 

Nazz: 13-14

Kevin: 13-14 

Rolf: 14-15

May: 11-12

Marie: 12-13

Lee: 13-14

Eddy’s Brother: 23

Plank: Immortal God

Yes, Plank is alive. Magic powers.

If Edt3 is to be canon, which to me it absolutely is, then I wouldn’t have their relationship with each other be any other way, besides for maybe a little less violence. That’s why I like the ship, nothing needs to change to see the goodness and love they show towards each other. It already feels canon.

Eddy and Double D are bi while Ed is full on gay.

that’s all I have for now. Thanks for reading :)

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