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[thebirdandthebee]

Act Accordingly

Dipping my toes into the Rooster pool here. Using the jealousy prompt “I don’t like them all looking at you.” No real smut, but allusions to it. Thanks for all the love on Aw Honey Honey! If you like this one, don’t keep it to yourself :)

Title: Act Accordingly Rooster just wants you to act accordingly. WC: 3596

There were few things more relaxing than knowing your classes were done for the week, homework all taken care of, and not a single worry in the world for the next three days.

Your situationship was hosting a barbecue on the beach and he’d asked you to come and help set up a few things behind his friend’s bar, which had direct access to the sand.

Tossing on your favorite bikini and a pair of denim cutoffs, you threw a change of clothes amongst other essentials in a tote and head off toward the bar. You’d been hooking up with Bradley Bradshaw on and off for about eight months – sure, it sounded like a long time, but sometimes he’d disappear for two or three weeks at a time, and you’d get caught up in classes for nursing school as well.

Besides, you didn’t mind, he was an incredible lay and seemingly wasn’t looking for anything serious, so you went along with it – no matter how many times you wished your cut-short mornings could have dragged out a bit longer. You also thought it was kind of cool he flew planes for the Navy and didn’t seem to care when you’d pepper him with questions. He actually seemed pretty happy to answer your questions – but that might have just been the post-orgasm haze.

You’d been to this bar before – Bradley’s Uncle’s girlfriend (?) owned it and you’d met in passing once before. She seemed cool and would sometimes comp your bill, so they were good in your book.

“Hey!” Bradley waved you down from the back deck of the bar. He jogged over and you let your gaze rake down his shirtless body.

“I see you decided to skip sunblock again,” you commented, tilting your sunglasses down to the tip of your nose to take in his rosy skin.

“Not on purpose,” he rubbed the back of his neck, taking your tote from your shoulder and opening it up to grab the spray bottle he knew was in there. “Tits look great,” he commented, eyes darting up to your crocheted bikini top. There was a thin layer of nude fabric beneath the knitting to preserve some decency.

“Likewise,” you grinned, reaching up to tweak one of his nipples. “Now what can I help with?” You asked, looking over at a few empty folding tables next to an equally empty grill.

“Table clothes, plates, napkins, all that shit,” he listed off. “Pen and Mav are bringing food out, but I picked up some fruit and veggie trays, too.”

“Put me to work,” you smiled, sliding your sunglasses back up your nose.

“Wait a minute,” he tugged your wrist as you attempted to broach the table. You found yourself pressed tightly up against Bradley’s front, his hands lodged deep into the back pockets of your denim shorts. “No kiss for Daddy?” He grinned, that dumb, hot mustache stretching across his lips. “Can’t believe you just called yourself Daddy out here in the open where Penny and Jesus can hear you,” you scolded, a laugh ripping from your throat as he squeezed your ass hard.

“Okay, break it up,” you jumped away from Bradley as his Uncle stepped out onto the deck with two big rolls of vinyl in his arms.

“Good to see ya, Pete,” you greeted, running a hand through your hair. “I see you haven’t trained this one up at all since I last saw you.”

“Unfortunately some things are just inherent,” he shrugged but smiled anyway. “Mind helping me with this table cover while we have wonder boy go grab some propane?” He asked, tossing Bradley a look. The younger of the two men shook his head before disappearing into the back of the bar through the sliding door.

“So, you meeting a bunch of Bradley’s friends?” Pete asked, in a way that you were sure he thought was casual.

“I guess,” you smiled, “see ‘em from time to time here and there,” you added. “It’s all casual, Pete,” you added. The older man look contemplative but smiled nonetheless. All it took was half a roll of duct tape to get the table covers to stay down before you could start piling on plates, cutlery and big metal buckets filled with ice for drinks.

You were rubbing down Bradley’s shoulders with sunblock when the first wave of people started arriving.

“I’m gonna go plant myself,” you said, jabbing your thumb over you shoulder. Penny had set up a few beach umbrellas about halfway down the sand and you could feel your towel calling your name.

Bradley nodded and you could feel his hand skim your waist with a ghostly touch as you turned to walk away. Grabbing a White Claw, you headed down the sand, oblivious to the conversations taking place on the back patio.

“Who is that?” Coyote asked, eyes narrowing in on your figure. He, Rooster and Fanboy all paused in admiration as you peeled your denim shorts down your legs, stretching slightly before laying out across your towel.

“She looks…” Fanboy licked his lips, “smart.”

“That one’s mine,” Rooster said with definition.

“Your girlfriend?” Fanboy asked his brows creeping up.

“Well, no, I mean – we’ve been… seeing each other – like unofficially, we’ve been – ” He stammered out.

“What you haven’t planted your flag?” Coyote grinned wolfishly.

“I’ve planted my flag,” Rooster cut sharply, eyes narrowing.

“Sure doesn’t sound like it, Rooster,” Fanboy laughed. “Which means… fair game.” All three men returned their eyes to the beach, where you were rolling over on your towel, breasts pressed closed together and fighting against the seams of your top.

“Hey fellas, what do you want to eat?” Pete said, once again breaking up the conversation as he held up a big tray of burgers and chicken.

Down on the beach, you were trying your best to wiggle into grooves that didn’t tweak your back after standing for clinicals all week. Settling with your hands folded behind your head, taking the full brunt of the sun’s rays, it was a matter of minutes until a shadow cast over you.

“Couple of us are going to play some volleyball,” Bradley was blocking the sun from shining directly in your face. “Want to join?” He offered.

“Deal me into the second game,” you said, “the sun feels so good,” you sighed. “I want to soak it up a little bit,” you insisted. Bradley nodded, his eyes, covered by his sunglasses, trailing down your form. He knew what your skin tasted like, but imagined it sweeter in the hot weather, causing saliva to pool in his mouth.

“I’ll hold you to that,” he insisted.

“Give me a holler when you’re losing,” you smirked. He didn’t know, after all, that you played DI in college. He balled up his Hawaiian shirt, tossing it over to land on your half-empty beach bag.

The game started up as more and more of Bradley’s friend filtered in, joining him only about forty feet away from your little camp site. As the sun passed peak in the sky, it was getting a little more bearable out. You couldn’t help but notice Bradley’s friends were overwhelmingly male and were, as expected, a little disappointed.

“Couldn’t help yourself?” Bradley asked as you approached. His skin was covered in a layer of sweat and you were sure his sunblock was already long gone.

“Just let me serve, Bradshaw,” you said, plucking the ball from his hands. Traipsing to the back corner of the court, you rocked back on your heel, delivering a devastating serve to the other side of the net. The other team didn’t have a prayer.

“It’s not fair! Rooster’s friend is a ringer!” A chiseled blonde called from the other team.

“It’s good to meet Bradley’s friend,” you looked over to see a hand extended to you. “Fanboy,” he introduced.

“Right,” you nodded, introducing yourself, “I forget about the code names,” you smiled, shaking his hand.

“Call signs,” another man with a lantern jaw and dark eyes interjected. “Coyote,” he added.

“Okay, okay, are we playing a game here?” Bradley asked, trying his best to keep a petulant scowl off of his face.

“Hey, we want to trade!” The only other woman in the group called out, “we’ll hand over Bob for Misty Mae-Treanor,” she added, making you laugh.

“Deal!” You called, jogging over to duck under the net.

“I’m Nat,” the woman introduced, “Bradley’s told us a lot about you,” she added. You blamed your blush on the sun. “This is Bagman,” she nodded to the blonde.

“Jake,” he cut in, “and Bradley’s told me nothing about you,” he grinned. You recognized this man from a few of Bradley’s post-work stories.

“Hangman, right?” You asked with a tilt of your head. His grin only widened.

Bradley was no better than any other man and it took every ounce of willpower within him to focus on the game as you countered him on the other side of the net. He wondered how strong that bikini top was, where your tan lines stopped and if you still had that little bruise just on the edge of your nipple where he’d bit you just a little too hard last week. It was okay - he made it up to you.

And God, you were really good at volleyball.

“Just take the L, Rooster!” Natasha, who you’d come to learn was called Phoenix, called out.

“Who’s hungry?” Pete called from up the beach. “Burgers are done!”

“Starving,” you said, jogging over to your towel, stepping into your denim shorts, shimmying to get them over the round of your ass.

“She’s single, right?” Phoenix asked.

“Who cares?” Hangman laughed, dutifully trailing after you as you walked alongside Bradley up the sand.

“How did you get invited to this again?” Bradley asked Jake, making your eyes go wide.

“Bradley!” You scolded, bumping shoulders with Jake, “that’s not very nice.”

“Yeah, that’s not very nice, Bradley,” Jake taunted. “Where you been hiding this one, huh? Afraid she’ll show you up at everything else you do?” He asked.

“Oh, yes, I remember you now,” you grinned. “Dagger Spare, right?” Jake slapped a hand over his chest, causing Bradley to shout out a honking laugh. Bradley was impressed by your memory, he wasn’t sure how much you were really retaining as most of your conversations took place on the periphery of sleep.

You’d all settled around a few tables, burgers, fries and all sorts of other snacks abound. You squeezed between Bradley and Natasha, who was more than happy to let you dip your carrot sticks into her too-big pool of veggie dip. You liked Natasha, she could hold her own amongst the group of knuckleheads and had already complimented your manicure.

You were listening to Fanboy and Coyote going back and forth on some sort of training story when you dropped a cold, white glob of ranch on your chest.

“Whoops,” you murmured, swiping your finger down across the swell of your breast before popping it in your mouth – not noticing that the conversation had come to a complete standstill. You also hadn’t noticed that your nipples had hardened in your top, rendering Coyote completely useless.

“SO,” Phoenix said loudly. “I’m grabbing more drinks from inside, who wants to help?” She asked.

“I’ll help,” you volunteered, pushing your seat back, but with how tightly the chairs were crammed together, there was no easy way to get out. Grabbing the armrest of Bradley’s chair, you hopped over his seat, planting your bare feet on the wood deck. “Taking your shoes,” you tossed over your shoulder, sliding your feet into one of the many pair of brown leather sandals lined up by the sliding door.

Unbeknownst to you, you’d grabbed Coyote’s sandals, but there was no way you could’ve known.

“Big feet!” You called, following Natasha inside. All eyes cut to Rooster when you and Phoenix had disappeared.

“Stop looking!” He said, frustrated.

“What am I supposed to pluck my eyes out?” Coyote asked, gesturing wildly, “they looked at me first!” Hangman shook his head with silent laughter. Bradley really wanted to laugh, too, and he probably would have if it was anyone else that brought their girl around – because that’s what he was trying to do – make you his girl. And he certainly didn’t like all the attention you were drawing from everyone else.

“I mean it, stop flirting with my girl,” he said pointedly, his attention snapping over to Hangman who simply shrugged with a flick of his toothpick.

“I’ll stop flirting,” Hangman drawled, “when she says she’s your girl.”

Bradley blanched. Sure, he was crazy about you, but you’d agreed on casual – even when his feelings developed into something deeper.

He loved ending up at your place after weeks away – laying around your living room, sharing boxes of takeout as he helped you study for the NCLEX. He’d been your patient, sitting for cast wrappings and vital tests, and he knew the exact location of your birthmark, right inside of your thigh. He liked to think of it as the doorbell to get to exactly where he’d like to go.

“Fine,” he rolled his shoulders, taking a bite of his dinner. He only settled when you and Phoenix returned with fresh drinks – holding your hand for balance as you maneuvered your way back into your seat.

“So,” Fanboy grinned, “how long have you two known each other?” He asked.

“Like biblically?” You replied, making Natasha cough on her drink. Rooster’s blush burned bright on his scarred cheek. “Hmm, I think eight months?” You asked, folding your sunglasses into the pocket of his shirt.

“Sounds right,” Bradley nodded.

“And how long have you –”

“Fanboy, you ever get those mystery stains out of the common room futon?” Natasha interjected. Fanboy paled and took a sip of his drink.

“So who here can tell me the coolest flight story?” You asked, “I’ve heard all of Bradley’s a hundred times and I want to hear something new.” You gave your friend a little grin.

“Look no further,” Jake replied, launching into a list of his own accomplishments.

The next time you excused yourself to head inside and use the restroom, you were cornered by Bradley in the back hall.

“Hi,” you said with surprise, having just tied your hair up into a loose bun atop your head. To Bradley, your neck never looked more kissable.

“Put this on,” he said, holding open his button-up shirt.

“Why?” You asked, sliding your arms through the short sleeves anyway.

“Because I’m not trying to pop a chubby in front of my friends,” he said as if it was obvious. “Where’d you find this swimsuit anyway?” You laughed, but clocked the look in his eyes nonetheless.

“Why are you so bothered?” You asked, leaning back against the wall, shirt unbuttoned.

“I don’t like them all looking at you,” he said, pressing you up against the wall hips-first.

“You don’t like them looking at me?” You asked with a small smile, “then maybe you shouldn’t have invited me to your party,” you added.

“Let me be clear,” he pushed his body into yours with more intent. “I don’t like them looking at you like you’re up for grabs,” there was a darker tone to his words and he chose them very carefully.

“And who do I belong to, Bradley?” You asked, looking up at him through those thick lashes with a glint that made sweat bead at the base of his spine. It was usually a look he only saw before you swallowed his cock whole.

“You’re mine,” he tucked a piece of hair back behind your ear, “and it’s about time we both start acting accordingly.”

“What happened to casual?” You asked, reaching up to tuck your thumb into the cleft of his chin, focusing his attention solely on you. “I haven’t wanted casual with you since the day I memorized thirty gastrointestinal disease flashcards with you,” he said honestly.

“That’s what did it for you, huh?” You grinned, “all that talk of stomach ulcers got you hard for me?”

“Actually I think it was after you passed your test the next day and I bent you over the patio railing,” he recalled, “Yeah, I think that’s what did it for me.”

“Should’ve said something you big lug,” you chastised.

“I should have,” he nodded, hands on your waist, thumbs swiping across you ribcage. “I knew for a while but it took my friends eyeing up these titties like they were the cure before it drove me a little nuts.” He mumbled, making you giggle.

“Maybe they are the cure,” you shrugged, “you think I wore this by accident?”

“The cure is between your thighs, and I need to be saved,” he said, ducking down to kiss you firmly. “Can we please get the fuck out of here?”

“Ditch your own party?” You asked, smiling nonetheless. “Kinda tacky.”

“Says the girl in the Hawaiian shirt,” he countered.

“Touché,” you nodded. “Tell them we’re out and I’ll meet you at the car?” You offered.

“Actually,” Bradley sucked in a breath, “I need you to tell them we’re out,” he recalled Hangman’s comment. You rocked forward, pressing your lips to his once more.

“Okay fine, but when we get back to my place - I get to be pillow princess,” you said pointedly.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” he grinned, and you couldn’t resist that stupid mustache, kissing him again. You pulled Bradley by the hand across the bar to the back door again, where Pete and Penny had decided to join the group as the sun went down.

“Sorry to say, it’s time for us to leave,” you announced, sliding your feet back into your own shoes. “But Bradley just recently found his ball sack and we’re together now – so we’ve got business to attend to.” Bradley narrowly escaped the shower of crudité that came flying his way and he parade-waved his way off the patio. “Penny, please bill Bradley for a cleanup!” you called, just before he could sweep an arm under your knees, lifting you from the ground. “He’s actually quite a good cleaner!”

You laughed as he deposited you right into the passenger seat of the Bronco.

“How was that?” You asked, “definitive enough for your friends?”

“Pretty good,” he nodded, bracing his arms against the top of the car, leaning into your personal space. “Better than what I had planned.”

“And what were your big declarations going to be?” You asked.

“Sorry to eat and run – but I gotta run and eat,” he growled, pressing his lips against yours in a hot kiss.

Your scream of laughter carried across the breeze to the back patio, where Pete had just clinked his beer bottle against Fanboy’s.

Thanks for reading! If you enjoyed Aw Honey Honey, you might also like Mighty Fine! This work is 18+

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[inglourious-imagines]

Fandoms & Rules

Fandom List

Band of Brothers

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You’re not totally obliged to use the prompt list I have on my blog. It’s just here to help you out to find some ideas.

I don't write smut or NSFW. However, if you have an idea, which you consider brilliant, you might try your luck and send it to me.

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Steve Randle (Outsiders)

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Dance the night away

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Surfing the waves

You look beautiful

Down this road

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I think I love you

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D-Day

Band of Brothers Appreciation Week 2023

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Heartbreaking scene

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What would I do without you

Gone, Gone, Gone

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Come Away With Me

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Lie With Me

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All Too Well

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Whiskey On You

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Eugene Roe

Most People Are Good

I Wanna Be Yours

Heart to Heart

Renée Lemaire

The Angel of Bastogne

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You’re The Best Thing That’s Ever Been Mine

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Sunsets

Easy Company

Keep the Home Fires Burning

Heaven Knows

1917

Wayfaring Stranger

The Pacific

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Chemtrails

Merriell 'Snafu' Shelton

Gasoline

Generation Kill

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Stay Frosty

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Flying High

Went Down Swinging

Die First

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Gale and Hope

Beneath the Blue Sky

I Can’t Wait to Marry You

Knock ‘em Down

Look How Far We’ve Come

The Things That I Lost Here

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[the-cranck-hobbit]

Prologue || Song of a Nightingale

Author's note : English is not my mother tongue, I am french but I wanted to try to write in English so here we are ! (Don't hesitate to tell me about the errors…)

Pairing : Mitchell! OC x Rooster, mention of Kazansky! OC x Hangman, mention of OC × Iceman

Summary : Two years after the uranium mission, Maverick enjoys his new life. Working on his plane, drinking beer at the Hard Deck, building a limpy little family with Penny and her daughter, Rooster, his WSO's son and Blizzard, his wingman's and old friend's daughter. 

Everything change the day he got a call which announces the existence of a 26 years daughter. 

Discover the story of Ally and Bradley, find out if Kathleen will deal with her father's legacy, and meet Beck, the first woman graduate of Top Gun.

Warning : VERY BAD WRITING, age gap, mention of death, mention of diseases, mention of parents death, mention of s*x but nothing descriptive

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It was a Saturday like the other one. Pete Mitchell was sitting in the kitchen of the house he now shares with Penny Benjamin. It’s been two years since the uranium mission. Two years of quiet retirement, and Maverick gets used to this life surprisingly. He was still awake with the sun (an old habit). But no more training, no more mission, no more danger.

Today, he was alone in the house, Penny and Amelia spent the day together on Penny’s sailing ship. Mother and daughter day. Even though Amelia and Mav got along well and spent good times together, sometimes the Benjamin’s just needed to be alone with each other. Just like Mav loves spending time with Bradley, Goose’s son, or with Kat, Iceman’s and Storm's daughter. 

By the way, Mav had to meet Bradley for lunch. In two years, they got their bond again, sharing memories of Carole and Goose, girls’ stories and other talk. 

Maverick’s phone rang. Unknown number, from… Australia ? He picks up the phone. 

“Maverick ?” asks a weak voice. “Yeah. Who’s asking ?” “Claudia Bennett, I don’t know if you remember me.” A soft smile appears on Mav’s lips. “Of course I remember you.”

Claudia and Pete met about twenty-six years ago. Mav has pissed off an admiral again, he has been sent to the Indian Ocean. At the bar next to the navy base, he met this lovely bartender, shining with her smile and laugh. They were young, beautiful and spent some passionate nights in the Australian’s heat all along the six month of the pilot’s deployment. 

Maverick doesn't remember all the women he shared bed with. But Claudia was special, just like Charlie, just like Penny. He remembers her and he could hear that something was wrong. Her voice was a whisper, her breathing wheezing. “Is everything okay ?” He asks. “Not really” she answers, softly. “I’ve got cancer, Pete.” 

Mav took a deep breath. He hates this ficking word. Cancer. The same word that takes away from him Carole, and years later Iceman. And now this word was taking Claudia. 

Before he could say anything, Claudia spoke again. “I didn’t want to tell you this on the phone. But I can’t travel, and I'm not sure I have enough time to wait for you. After your departure from Australia, I learned that I was pregnant. I didn’t tell you anything because your free mind was too precious and I didn’t want to take it away from you. And I knew you were taking care of your friend's son and wife. I didn’t want to ask you to choose between us and them. I’m sorry for hiding your child from you. I tried to do my best. I did my best. But I’m dying, Pete. And our child will be alone.” 

On the other side of the line, miles away, Claudia was breathless from having said all the truth. It was as if she had laid down a heavy burden. Twenty-six years of secret. And what a secret. Mav was wordless. Too many thoughts, too many questions. 

“A child ?” were the first words that passed his lips. It was more a whisper than a question. “Yeah, a girl. A young woman now.” Maverick could hear Claudia smiling. 

And finally, Maverick’s brain awakens. He has a daughter. A daughter who is about to lose her mother, the only parent she knows. “If you need anything, if she needs anything, tell it to me.” Claudia smiles. She always knew it. When they knew each other, Maverick was a cocky american pilot, but she always knew that he was a man of honor, who knows how to take his responsibility. Like he did with this boy she heard about. And that is why she didn’t tell him anything. She knew he would choose her. And she didn’t want to put strings on him. Her Free Bird. 

“She’s got your free mind. I don’t want to impose anything on her. I want to give her your contact information. But I want her to choose if she wants to meet you or not. I know it’s cruel for you but…” Maverick interrupts her before she could feel more guilty. “She is the most important. I… I’m ready to meet her if she wants to.” 

Claudi felt her heart growing up with joy and love. “Thank you, Pete.” “You’re welcome, Claudia. Can I just ask you one thing ?” “Tell me.” Maverick took a deep breath. “What did you call her ?” Claudia got a mother soft smile when she whisper 

“Ally. Her name is Allyson.”

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Favorite color: i like gold/brown but I look better in blue

Last song: "how" from marcus mumford's self-titled

Currently reading: backlog on endless summer top gun exchange, and book-wise? joan didion's "a year of magical thinking" and Nathaniel Fick's memoir "One Bullet Away"

Last movie: the contractor (with Chris Pine) - not really a big movie watcher, binge series...

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: salty - jerky, pickle anything, dip it in brine and I love it

Currently working on: writing brain has gone offline lately, but intending on finishing the bad neighbors one-shot, the Last of Us AU, presumed dead angst fest, Ice time travels back to 1986, post-script to my endless summer story, and the navy builds an AI based on Ice post TG:M... probably 7-8 other half-started prompts

tagging: @babygirllinds, @kazanskys-mitchell, @celescere, @lightsabersandpens, @mala-yah, @caystar13star

[nerdyporcelain]

°THE ABANDONED°

Okay, so my character almost died last session.

Our group and a guest player were sent on a mission to retrieve information about a transport of 30 statues (they are a mischievous thing of the past world in this setting) that was coming to town. We go there and it's a shack full of big ass crates with some random kids at the guard and three more people inside. We lure the kids away, because there's no point in fighting them and after our barbarian, Gotylda, gets brought inside after some unsuccessful seduction attempts, we go in to rescue her, guns blazing.

Now, it was a sturdy building with no windows and no way in other than the front door, so after four attempts at getting in peacefully or stealthily, we decided to fuck it, we ball. My character swings the doors open with thaumaturgy and the combat begins. After some rounds my cleric successfully brings down the Tabaxi, which just so happens to be the wife of the 'main boss' of this encounter, Captain Amarena. After seeing her love die she naturally zeroes in on Licricia, super ficking enraged (our DM loves Undertale so it could've gone two ways).

Fast forward and she fires three attacks at my girl with her great crossbow, and they all fucking hit. Our characters are only lvl 5 at this point, and DM rolls very high damage, so the second shot brings Licricia the fuck down. After that, Captain deals the damage from the last shot and two of my death saving throws automatically fail. If it wasn't enough, I'm next in the innovative, so it's time for my (possibly) last saving throw. I had inspiration so I was prepared to re-roll the dice if need be. Thankfully, I rolled a 15 and a healing potion from our guest Rogue that went next patched her back up to 6 hp before I could roll any more DST's.

For me personally it was fucking stressful (I was shaking, felt sick, couldn't look into anybody's eyes and couldn't feel my fingers) because Licricia is a character that I hold very close to my heart, I've been building her existence in my head for almost a year and half that long in the game. She's my first dnd character that's been given this much life, but her story is just beggining, so grieving her loss would be absolutely heartbreaking to me. I know if I asked, our DM would do everything in her might (that would fit the narrative) to let the players try to bring her back, and she doesn't usually try to kill us off on purpose (that being said I actually really enjoyed the aspect of a crazed lover trying to avenge her wife, very relatable). However, it still would leave the possibility of failure and ultimately having to say goodbye to my beloved character, which is scary as hell.

Now, Licricia on the other hand was fucking terrified because of couple things. One, obviously, being that she almost fucking died, and that hadn't happened in like ten years (she's 47), and that alone is freaking scary. Two, as a Death Domain Cleric she can sometimes hear the dead (something funky I came up with and DM agreed to), especially freshly after they died, or if their spirit is tied to some place. It manifests in various ways, but this time, after all the fighting has been done and Amarena died, Licricia heard a meeting between their souls, like an unexpected greeting between loved ones after years, overwhelmingly lovely in the face of death. The DM described to me that Licricia feels overwhelming sense that they have something that she won't, not in a while anyway.

Now that, that was just the most perfect cherry on top of a character insight that I've been slowly baking.

Licricia had lost her lover, Ophelia, in a rouse roughly ten years ago. She watched her get hanged and could do nothing about it, except for running away and disappearing from society for eight years. She lived through her grieve long and hard, harbouring pain and loss and learning how to live without her other half. It was the hardest period of time in her long, painful life, and when she came out at the other end of it eight years later, she believed herself to be okay. She met people and cought meaningless crushes, she trusted some for a while, she got betrayed like so many times before, she lived on. And she truly believed herself to be content, to have made peace with Ophelia's loss.

But throughout the two years she's been back in the society she drunkenly looked for blue tieflings in the crowds, listened put for a gentle melody of a harp in city squares and subconsciously wondered what happened to the engagement ring that she ordered all those years ago, but never got to pick up. She always thought herself ready to die, because it was the most natural thing in the world, and it might be a chance for them to reunite, but now that she actually saw what it could look like, everything changed. Would she meet Ophelia like that, even though she died so many years ago? Would it be like meeting an old friend or would she be angry with her for not making it to that platform in time? For the first time in a long time she knew that not only does she not mind not dying, she doesn't want to die. She got reminded first hand actually how close death is and how scared she was of letting go. Shes always believed that she'll meet Ophelia once more, but when she saw a reunion of love, she felt it's importance and she didn't want it. She felt the weight of the grieve she thought she managed to let go of, she saw her friends loot the bodies and take the rings from their fingers, and truly understood that she'll never let go, not until she gives Ophelia a proper burial, even if only symbolic.

It was unnerving, guilt ridding, she never expected herself to feel this way, to actually want to live on, to move on from Ophelia, but that is the truth staring her square in the face. She can't ignore it, she can't pretend to not want a life, a deeper meaning in her existence, a night when she could simply enjoy music without her heart sinking, a deep connection with someone, even after all those times she's been betrayed.

She is naively in love with life, still. After all those years, that wonderlusting part of her soul is still there. It's beautiful, it's terrifying, it's hopeful. Shell always love Ophelia, but she still has more love to give, to be herself truly and explore her own soul.

At the end of the session she just stood there and listened to lovers reunite, feeling, searching inwards, terrified of her new discoveries. What a perfect way to progress her story.

#dnd diary #dnd party #dnd adventures #Licricia Verlan #dnd stories

[trashyswitch]

Day 30: The Ego Costume Party

The Egos are all dressed in costume! And are getting drunk and playing Mario Kart!

Jackie got out of his room with his mask on, and looked around the room. Everyone was dressed in costume. From Chase in an Iron Man costume, and Henrik in a Sherlock Holmes costume, to even Shawn in a Charlie Chaplin costume!

“Love the costumes, everyone!” Jackie reacted.

“No way! Spiderman?!” Chase reacted.

“Yup! In the flesh.” Jackie joked.

Chase looked at himself and smiled. “Guess who’s gonna be your Dad this Halloween?” Chase teased.

Jackie widened his eyes. “Oh my god I didn’t think of that!”

“Gimme a big hug there, buddy!” Chase declared, pulling him into a big hug.

Jamie came out with his costume on: A James Bond costume with a gun and hair flipped back, and everything! And to top it off: The James bond theme playing on Chase’s phone!

“YEEEAAAAH! Lookin’ good, James Bond! Ma Man!” Chase declared.

Jamie immediately cowered away and looked away with embarrassment. He wasn’t used to being called out like this.

“Now now, it’s alright. Come on, Jamie. It’s gonna be okay.” Chase told him.

Jamie bit his lip and looked at him. ‘But...I don’t talk.’ Jamie muttered.

“I know. But James Bond is about the action...not about the words.” Chase told him. “Plus, you rock the costume better than I could ever do.” Chase told him.

Jamie smiled a little and started to gain some courage again.

Jamie looked around and suddenly gasped and covered his mouth with a huge grin on his face. There, standing in the corner, was Shawn Flynn dressed as THEE CHARLIE CHAPLIN! Jamie sprinted to Shawn and started clapping his hands excitedly. ‘Charlie Chaplin!’ He placed his index finger and middle finger on his upper lip, and slid it down fancily down to the bottom right of himself.

“Ihihis...that Charlie Chaplin in sign language?” Shawn asked.

Jamie nodded and pointed to himself. ‘I LOVE your costume!’ Jamie signed. He placed his hands on his cheeks like Kevin did in Home alone, with a huge smile on his face. He looked like he could scream out of pure excitement!

“Wehehell, I got Jamie’s approval!” Shawn told him.

“I love it too! It’s so accurate!” Chase reacted.

“Outdated guy, but fun costume!” Jackie told him.

Marvin smiled as he presented his costume: A rendition of David Copperfield.

Jackie clapped his hands and hugged Marvin. “I love it!” Jackie told him.

“I do too! It suits you greatly!” Henrik told him.

“Thank you!” Marvin replied.

Lastly, there was Henrik in his Sherlock Holmes costume.

“A German Sherlock Holmes! Never thought I’d see the day.” Chase reacted.

“Very vitzig, Chase.” Henrik joked.

“Why thank you!” Chase replied.

Jamie started doing the Sherlock Holmes signature hand gesture. ‘I suspect...murder.’ Jamie signed.

“Fantastic!” Henrik ran to Jamie and started shaking him. “VHERE IS ZHE MURDER?!”

Chase, Marvin and Jackie all bursted out laughing. Shawn giggled and shook his head at the boy's shenanigans.

“Alright! Who wants drinks?”

[20 minutes later]

Jackie, Marvin, Shawn and Chase were playing video games while quite drunk.

“Damn you Peach! Get out of the way! Bowzer coming through!” Chase shouted.

“Hey! Fick dich!” Henrik shouted back.

“Fuck you back!” Chase fought.

“fick dich zurück- YEEEEEEHEHEEEESSSS!” Henrik shouted, cheering and throwing his arms up in the air. “BEAT ZHAT, BRODY!” Henrik yelled.

“Aw, come on!” Chase fought. “That was SO unfair!” Chase whined.

“Dein Arsch is unfair!” Henrik declared, speaking in both german and english.

“My ass is unfair now?” Chase reacted. “Alright. Talk to the hands!”

Chase leaned his hands closer to Henrik and started tickling his belly. “A tickletickletickletickletickle!”

Henrik screeched and bursted out laughing. “SCHEHEHEHEHEIßEHE!” Henrik laughed.

“Shit is right, my main man!” Chase reacted.

“STAHAHAHAP ZHAHAHAHAT!” Henrik ordered.

“Sorry Sherlock, but you need to be distracted for a while! And what a better way than tickling!” Chase declared.

“THIHIHIHIS IHIHIS STUHUHUHUPIHIHIHID!”

“Stupid?! THIS IS! SPARTAAAA!” Chase shouted before bursting out laughing on his own.

Henrik pushed Chase off him and started tickling him back. “Revenge is mine, Dear Vatson!”

“NOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAH!” Chase laughed. “HAHAHAHANDS OHOHOHOHOFF!”

“No vay!” Henrik replied.

“YEHEHEHES WAHAHAHAY!” Chase shouted back.

“Again, no vay.”

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! EHEHEHEHEVIHIHIHIL!” Chase shouted.

“Now now Lestrade…” Henrik mimicked. He changed his voice to a british voice. “This is no time for dilly dallying.”

Chase widened his eyes. Hold up! Did Henrik just speak in a BRITISH ACCENT?!

“Whoa!” Marvin reacted. “I got all the powers!”

“There should be a freezing power for Mario Kart.” Jackie told him.

“Yeah, I agree!” Marvin added.

“GUHUHUHUYS! HEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHEHE!” Chase shouted.

“Having fun there, Chase?” Jackie asked.

Jamie walked up to Chase’s feet and casually sat onto them.

Uh oh!

“NO! NOHOHO JAHAHAMIHIHIHIE NOHOHOHO!” Chase begged.

“Jamie! Get zhe toes!” Henrik encouraged.

Jamie nodded and started going for the toes the moment the socks were off.

“YYAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Chase SCREEEECHED super loudly and completely lost it.

“Wow!” Henrik reacted. “Vhat a ticklish man zhis is!” Henrik reacted.

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!” Chase begged.

“Yes!” Henrik declared.

“NO!” Chase shouted.

‘Yes!’ Jamie signed in his face.

“NO!” Someone yelled. “Dammit!”

“WOOO HOOOO!” Marvin yelled out. “GET GOT, BOOOOIII!” Marvin shouted.

“Shut up!” Jackie fought. “I can fight you with my ULTIMATE SEXY MUSCLES!”

“Oh really now, Spidey sensey?” Marvin teased.

“You bet!” Jackie smiled.

Suddenly, a pair of hands tickled up his ribs.

“EEEEEEHEHEHEHEH!” Jackie shrieked, losing himself in his laughter.

The person that had tickled him...was Shawn. “Sexy, ticklish ribs!” Shawn teased.

“Ohoho, you wanna play it THAT way, now huh?” Jackie asked.

Shawn widened his eyes and quickly gulped as he realized how screwed he was.

“Nohow wahahait...Lehehet’s tahahahalk ahabout thihihis!” Shawn begged, putting his arms up.

“Oh, I’ll help you alright.” Jackie pulled Shawn’s feet closer to him and started tickling them. “Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle!” Jackie teased.

“EEEHehehehehehehe! Hahahahahahahahaha!” Shawn laughed.

“Kitchy kitchy koo! Look at dese tickwish toesies!” Jackie teased.

“Nahahahahat thehehe tohohohohoes!” Shawn begged.

“BUt YES the toes! The toesie-woesies are the best part!” Jackie teased.

“Ahahahahare nahahahat!” Shawn laughed.

“Are tooo!” Jackie replied.

Meanwhile, Chase was still being tickled beyond his years by Henrik and Jamie all at once.

Jamie was writing the word ‘tickle’ on his foot as he tickled, while Henrik was teasing him nonestop.

“Awwww! Poor Chase! Stuck in a ticklish situvation! Vhatever vill he do?!” Henrik teased.

“IHIHIHIHI’LL GEHEHEHEHEHEHEHET YOHOHOHOHOHOHOU!” Chase fought.

“Oooooh! You’ll get us?! And vhen vill zhat be?” Henrik asked.

“NOHOHOW!” Chase reached up and tried tickling his armpits. But his armpits were just not ticklish.

“Hahaha...Good try, mein Freund.” Henrik said with a smile.

“........Uh oh…” Chase mumbled.

And that was the moment Chase truly knew, he was screwed. Henrik and Jamie continued to tickle him till he went completely red and exhausted from all the tickles. And Chase did get revenge...Just eventually.

#ler!jamie #switch!chase #switch!henrik #switch!jackie #switch!shawn #fluff #funny

[dast218]

Assassin’s Heart pt 2

Part 1

Dodging and aiming for a high punch, Jason, or currently better known as Red Hood, let out a grunt of dissatisfaction as he kept failing in pinning Damian down. The little Demon has been keeping up with his attacks for the past twenty minutes with no sign of sweat, frustrating Jason to no ends.

“Hood you should spare yourself the embarrassment once you land face first on the platform.” 

Canceling out the cheers Jason mouthed “bring it on little brother”, receiving a tisk and a full force punch in his ribs. Stumbling back, the cladded in blood red and black vigilant continued the taunting, aiming to distract the little demon until he leaves a side unguarded.

Rolling onto his side, Jason avoided becoming a punching bag and swung his feet under Daman’s. The urge to pull out a gun started to become unbearable.  

Huffing in irrigation, he couldn’t up but wonder how the heck he got pulled into this shit-show. Being an attraction and following guidelines was borderline neglect. Why do people find throwing hands so fun to watch, like I am trying to kill someone not liberate them. 

He should probably mention that the rules of this match were borderline neglect: No weapons, no killing, make it entertaining and keep up the distraction.  

All because of a stupid bet.

Oh right context:

Damian and Jason found themselves on opposite sides of a bet. The typical bickering in the noble house of the Waynes had gotten out of control, ending with blood and knives scattered at every inch of the dining room. The argument over who had the rightful claim of the newly  golden trimmed weapons escalated, and in hopes of calming down the tension a bet was made. Whoever wins will get their prized possessions. 

Who in their rightful mind thought that a bet would calm down the Waynes boys? Dick ficking Gayson, that's who. 

But of course things couldn’t go smoothly. That would have gone against the whole lifestyle of the Waynes, and the universe just wasn’t yet prepared. Honestly speaking, it probably will never be. Scoffing, Jason dodged another  kick and started recalling the series of unfortunate events that got them in a fighting pit of all places. Somewhere along the lines he ended up going to the market in hopes of interrupting an illegal shipment of gunpowder. He couldn’t have the guy come in 2 days before his placed bet. Then the Demon would win and that was simply not happening under his watch. And yes for all those wondering, they placed a bet about a delivery date, the most sane thing the Bats did in a very long time. 

Arriving at the scene, to Jason’s utter disappointment, the youngest Wayne was already perched on the side of a rooftop.

“How?”

Ginning, Damian curtly answered “Alfred.” 

Before Jason could counter Damian’s response (like he could ever go against the Alfred argument), shouting and cursing erupted in the streets below.

From there the details blurred. One moment they heard the dealer screaming that his lot got stolen and the next they were down breaking apart a fight. Hidden under masks -hey living the noble life is way too boring- the Bat boys dealt with the situation fairly quickly. They found out that the dealer was only left with a few scraps of powder, meaning that Damian won. 

Jason couldn’t believe that the brat had his toys and on top of that is currently beating him in the ring. Why couldn’t Bruce just dump the little rotten back to his mother. Curse his adoptive nature. Even if the brat is his, that man adopts too many!

Anyways upon further questioning, people claimed to see a woman in black running around the city. At first Jason didn’t make anything of it, as that was not the weirdest thing they witnessed in Gotham. A few hours later the news of Malnesias lord’s murder reached the manor, prompting the lord of Gotham to send the noble houses into action. With a lead from a few drunk soldiers and traveling merchants, the undercover Waynes found themselves on a trip to the Kingdom of Adan.

While traveling, Damian slipped information that he had personal business with this infamous Shadow girl, who a few months ago decided that releasing his herd of sheep from their “prison” - as she put it in a lovely letter -  was a good idea. The Wayne boys kept snickering every few miles, everyone understanding why and joining along. Heck, Jason was dying of laughter even hours after the reveal. 

That was a week and a half ago. 

Somehow getting more information on this Shadow woman required creating a distraction. And that's how he found himself currently throwing a punch to Damian’s ribs. 

-- 

It was way too early to deal with the wants of the king. On the other side of Marinette’s wooden door someone - by the sounds of it her maid - has been knocking for the last five minutes with no success. 

“Madam please open up. You are going to be late for breakfast!” With a barely recognizable sigh she added, “Again”

Slightly smiling at the display of distraught, Marinette flipped onto her side, simultaneously pulling the gray cover over her face. Today is my sleep in day. 

The next thing she registered were two sets of arms grabbing her shoulders, pulling her up onto her feet. Grumbling at the force, Marinnete yielded and allowed the girls to circle around her. She learned a long time ago that when facing a group of determined women, it's better to let them have their way. Thinking otherwise would have called her a hypocrite in ten different languages. 

Looking at the mirror, she couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable at the person staring back at her. The tight blue dress hung her body, enhancing her curves and muscles. From a distance you could see that the material is expensive, sparking in the sunlight with a delicate touch. She knew that someone with her status had to look appropriate, but dressing all lady-like wasn’t at all her style. I can’t wait to change into a running outfit after this fiasco is over with. 

Heading to the dining room her vision started to blur, with each step requiring more energy than the last. Marinette couldn’t help but grunt as she felt herself losing balance. Leaning against a wall, she tried to steady her breathing. In and out. In and out.

After a few counts, the lightheadedness disappeared as quickly as it appeared, leaving Marinette confused. Her headaches were getting worse by the day but each time she tried remembering why, the feeling of losing control came back. It was like something was blocking her memory. Frustrated, the blue dressed assassin continued walking. 

Entering into the ridiculously expensive dining room, Marinette met eyes with the King. Without a second glance she sat down, thanked the server and started eating. The King was never the talkative type and with the morning she had, she didn’t feel like talking either. 

After a while the emptiness started to bother her and with a lift of her head, she asked  “Where is Adrien.” Marinette didn’t know what prompted her to ask as his whereabouts never interested her to begin with, especially after their argument few weeks ago. Matter of factly, staying away from the golden hair men was on her daily to do list.

“You mean Prince Adrien”

“No, you heard it right the first time”

“He came in drunk yesterday.” Gabriel finally said, short and indirect as usual. Fine two can play that game.

Humming in response, the assassin pushed her plate and lifted her legs to the table, her heals hitting the metal with a clack. She didn’t care if her actions were unladylike or down right rude. Leaning back and crossing her hands she irritatingly got to the point.  

“Look Gab, I am in no mood to play along with your games today. Its way to early to deal with your pesky attitude.” Hearing few gasps she grumbled, apparently all it took was a few weeks out and suddenly everyone forgets that she doesn’t care what comes out of her mouth.  Gezz cut me some slack, like hello I could have still been enjoying my sleep if this guy with a crown hadn’t woke me up. 

“What the heck do you want from me?”

------ 

Finally done with school and got the plot down!

Disclaimer I got inspo from the Throne of Glass book series, just putting it out there. (Assassin’s Heart won’t be similar in many aspects butttt ... yea just letting you guys know)

Tag List:   @thestressmademedoit @dreamykitty25 @loveswifi 

​ @dorkus-minimus - not sure if u wanted to be tagged or not, let me know :)

#maribat #assasin's heart

[caffeinated-fan]

Ipse Duo fic

  "You are a Bottom, and you fucking know it!" 

  "Shut the FUCK UP, RAY!" 

  Ray and Trombley are arguing again, the two of them stand at opposing sides of the tent. Trombley looks infuriated, while Ray looks like he just found a golden ticket out of Iraq. I watch from over my book, A Brief History of the Universe, as Trombley shoves Ray against extra boxes. The other men of Bravo egg them on, placing bets on who'd lose. Ray grapples Trombley into a headlock and shifts his weight down, pulling Trombley with him. The two struggle on the plywood floor as the men cheer them on. A dark shadow casts itself on the fight, quieting the crowd.

  "Gawd, Fuck it. You get your asses off the deck!" Sixta Hollars, standing in all his five foot six asshole-ery. "

 "Yes, Sergeant Major!"

 We all watch, waiting for Mr. Potato Head to unload on us.

 "I don't want to catch any gambling in Godfather's Battalion. Am I clear?" his voice is low, a clear sign of danger.

 "Yes, Sergeant Major," we reply, hoping to stay his wrath by shutting up. He nods to us then walks out, only to be heard shouting at a different Corporal to 'hurry his hippy ass up.' We glance at each other then disperse into our respective groupings. Q-tip and Christeson settle on their sleeping bags next to me.

 "Hey, Docco. Reading anything good?" Q-tip asks, pulling out an old copy of Hustler, so over-read we have our favorite pages dogeared.

 "It's Doccarlo, Stafford. And I can't read anything good if it's the fifth time reading it." I say, turning the page. 

 "Mail's coming in today. I think my mom sent me something," Christeson says, pulling out a Rubix cube. The Rubix cube idea started with Brad, who said it was a valid team-building exercise. Which it was until we all learned Christeson is some weird freak who can solve them in minutes. I watch him flick the colored block around for the rest of the evening.

 The desert sucks at the best of times; it sucks majorly when you've been sitting in the back of a truck in a MOPP suit for an hour. Gunny and Fick sing a Christmas song up in front. Our one translator was holding us up until finally he was dragged into his Humvee. Gunny starts the engine, the truck shuddering to life. With some jolts and only mild complaining, we're out the gate of Mathilda, a place I've called home for weeks now fading away. The drive is a long winding crawl out of Kuwait, that I spend listening to Q-Tip and Christeson humming along to some rap songs. We move the whole day, the expanse of berms and shrubs filling the void of sand. We stop in a large flat expanse for the night.

 "All Hitman Two Victors, halt your vehicles. Break. We're setting up here for the night, working fifty percent watch," Nate says, as he leaves the vehicle. The three of us in the back jump out, unfolding our shovels. Nate comes around the back of the truck.

 "Doc, Christeson, I want you on the first watch," Nate says, nodding. He then steps away to Colbert's Humvee with Gunny in tow. 

 I crouch next to Christeson, staring into the desert as the last light fades. I'd been sitting on my legs for an hour, the soreness in my heels had turned to numbness when Christeson finally spoke.

 "Man, I'm bored," he says, moving his gun to his lap," what are we even watching out for? We're barely in a war zone."

No sooner had he spoken then a distant explosion went off,     "Okay, so still a war zone. But my point stands, that wasn't even near us." 

  It's late in the night as we push further into Iraq, a pair of Apaches thump overhead, their rotors shifting the air in my chest.

 "All Hitman Victors, all Hitman Victors, be advised we are five kliks from breach point two. Over," Major Eckloff's voice says over the radio. I hear Nate relay the information to the other Victors, as another round of fire starts in the distance.

 "Two-One, continue behind Raptor. We'll be veering west, to the ninety-eight northern," Nate says.

 "Man, if we weren't stuck with fucking Encino Man this shit would be over," Q-Tip gripes next to me, Christeson hums in agreement.

 "I don't want to hear about this shit, Stafford, we're here to do a job, nothing else," Nate reprimands from the passenger seat. I look over at Q-tip, he's now glaring at the desert. Encino Man wasn't great, as far as leadership qualities go. Yet I can't fully agree with Q-tip, we've only seen him in the field for a few days, I still want to give him a chance to prove himself. We keep driving the whole night, passing a few villages and wrecked vehicles.

 "God, this is the most sand I've ever seen. How big is this fucking country?" I ask, the swathe of desert shifting in the distance.

 "It's 168,750 square miles, give or take," Christeson pipes up from beside me. 

 "Why the fuck do you know that?" I respond.

 "Because it was on a map, idiot."

 "Christ' we all look at the same maps, and none of us know that off the top of our heads." I laugh to myself and pull my focus back to my sector. 

   It's early the next morning, the air is chilly. I scrub my face trying to wake up more, the anxiety of being awake and on guard for thirty hours gaining to me. Q-tip is relaxing on my right, cleaning his weapon. On my left, Christeson yawns and stretches. I turn when I hear him start coughing, regarding him for a moment until he stops.

    "I think I just swallowed a beetle..." Christeson groans, reaching for a bottle of water. 

    "Well, there's some good protein in them at least, around twenty grams of it," I tease. 

    "It tastes really bad," he says, finishing his drink. Nate and Gunny stroll back from Colbert's humvee, stopping at the rear of the truck with us.

    "We're pushing north, I want you guys switching out and sleeping 'til we get there. You're no use to the team if you pass out," Gunny says, putting the maps back. 

    "Yes sir," we reply. 

 Bravo is stopped off the side of a road, sifting through a crowd of Iraqi's. I'm cleaning off a man's foot, the third so far. All of them have sliced and shredded blisters coating the sides of their feet, the skin raw and red from use. The calls for me and Doc to check out another surrendered Iraq never stop. Lilley stands over me, searching the man. 

    "Shit, get up. Come on, stand up," Lilley pulls the man up, an old knife in his hand. I watch the man get taken to the group of soldiers, I turn away and crouch beside the next man.

 His ankle is swollen, his shoe laying abandoned beside it. I gently feel around his foot, the man hissing now and again. I pour water onto a cloth and hold it to the swelling, my other hand reaches towards my bag. I feel along the ground behind me, the bag missing. 

 "Christeson, can you get my-" I look up and see him already heading over, my satchel in his hand, "Thanks." I pull it open and start wrapping the man's ankle. I hear them all start clamoring for some reason, looking up, I see them waving blue and white pieces of paper around. Nate speaks to Colbert and Poke while holding one. Before turning back to my work, I check around me, spotting Godfather, Encino Man, and Major Eckloff making their way through the crowd. They halt by Nate, as the Marines around them listen in. I see them speak with one another, then break away. Doc Bryan heads my way.

 "What's happening?" I ask, moving my satchel onto my shoulder.

    "We have to fucking un-surrender them. Send them back the way they came, Division says so."

    "What? You gotta be kidding me. They can't walk back, it'll kill some of them."

    "There's nothing we can do. We're Oscar Mike soon." He stomps away, leaving me standing alone. I walk to Command, Q-tip alongside me.  I jump in, shifting into the back for my turn at resting. I lay on my back staring at the canvas ceiling, listening to the sounds of the Iraqi's walking away. 

    "We're Oscar Mike. Turn it over, Gunny."

#generation kill #gen kill #john christeson #q-tip stafford #nate fick #brad colbert #gunny wynn #fanfic #john christeson fanfic #john christeson fanfiction #ipse duo fic

[thebirdandthebee]

Imagine Me & You

A Jake “Hangman” Seresin fic.

First time writing TGM fanfic - please be gentle.

Jake stumbles across a woman on base that seems to enjoy the finer things in life... just like the future he’d like to build - with her in it.

Chapter 2: French 75

A week had passed and now, the base had really picked up. Mia was driving past more and more cars, and seeing more bodies out and about. It was easily the busiest she’d ever seen it since moving to Fightertown nearly eight months ago.

“And what’s the word on the Randall case?” Lt. Gen. Bozek asked, popping his head into her office.

“It’s already off to the notary,” Mia replied, happy to help on the extra project as she worked through processing for several new recruits. The paperwork was tedious but simple once she figured out the reporting structure and approvals process.

“You’re the best, Mia,” He replied before returning to his desk.

Mia slid her phone out of her desk drawer, pulling up the score of her brother’s baseball game.

Indiana 4

Iowa 1

With only two innings left, she’d hold onto hope for a win.

“Hey Mia, would you mind running an errand across base?” Bozek called from his office. Lt. Gen. Bozek was not usually the type to ask for footwork favors, so she didn’t think much of it as she strode over to his office. “Rear Admiral Lorne needs a hard copy of this affidavit and refuses to learn how to fax.”

“Sure,” Mia shrugged, but spared a glance down at her four-inch heels.

“You can take the cart,” He offered.

“Deal.”

Armed with a manila envelope and the keys to the nicest golf cart she’d ever seen, she had instructions and a crudely drawn map of the base and how to get to building 16. As well as the code for an elevator she’d need to use.

Lt. Gen. Bozek had given her a starting knowledge of things around the Miramar base. Pilots were there because they were the best of the best – and while that was still true, there were so many extra bodies on base recently as the station picked up increased operations and catered to even more Navy needs.

It was evident as Mia drove her cart along the appropriate path. There were small groups of pilots going about their business, others going for a run, and the occasional, additional cart zipping by.

She was feeling rather pleased with herself as she drove along, her sunglasses allowing her the freedom to watch it all unfold in front of her. It did feel odd to be one of the few women on base, which had never felt more apparent than it did now.

“So you graduated from a pushcart to this?” Her head snapped to the left to see the Lieutenant from the commissary jogging alongside her cart. “This one you actually do have to be careful with – you could do some damage at 5 miles per hour.”

“Lieutenant Seresin,” she recalled.

“Lieutenant Commander,” he corrected. “Mia.” At least he remembered her name, which was more than she could say.

She couldn’t help but notice the way his Navy shirt stretched just right across his chest and biceps as he jogged alongside her.

“This your boat or should I put out an alert?” He asked, not even metering his breath. She missed the way his eyes lingered on her white blouse and where the short silk scarf tied around her neck teased the curve of her collarbone.

“Lt. Gen. Bozek is letting me borrow it for a special mission,” she joked.

“Where is this special mission taking you?” He asked, following her path as she made a gradual right, Building 16 coming within view.

“To visit Rear Admiral Lorne,” she replied. She really didn’t know if she should have been sharing that information, but they were on the same team, right?

“Interesting,” He commented back, joining as she pulled her cart into a designated space outside of the building. He immediately made his hand available to help her down from the cart in yet a different pair of tall, shiny heels that he admired. Her hand was small and warm in his, and his gaze lingered on her carefully manicured nails.

“Thank you,” she smiled, using the next few moments to unabashedly adjust her outfit, making sure her blouse was still dutifully tucked in all the way around her navy pencil skirt and that her ascot hadn’t blown out of disarray before running a hand through her blonde tresses.

“Perfect,” he commented, though it went unnoticed as she sifted through her envelope to retrieve her map.

“Fourth floor, left elevator,” she told herself. “8212.”

All the while, Jake was picking out the notes of her perfume. Vanilla, musk, sandalwood. Feminine but not frilly.

“It would be my duty to escort you to the Rear Admiral,” He commented, assuming parade rest. The action made her smile.

“You’re kind, but I’m a big girl,” she replied. “I can get there on my own.”

The chink in his ego was small, but there. Had he applied enough deodorant today?

“Well, then I hope the rest of your mission is successful,” He smoothly rebutted.

“Thank you, Lieutenant Commander,” She smiled, taking a few steps, the clicks from which sent a shiver up Jake’s spine.

“Please, call me Jake,” he said, holding the door for her. She smiled, grateful for the reminder, before stepping in.

The only thing he had to figure out now was who she was and what she did on base. That, and if the gold band on her finger meant anything.

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Mia changed her mind. It did seem as if she was doing a lot of favors for Lt. Gen. Bozek recently. Tonight included.

Though, the opportunity to make a new friend was welcome and she felt like she had unlocked a new chapter in her book. New location, new characters, new plot.

The Hard Deck had a comforting vibe in the same way a bar back home in Nebraska would. Locals knew you and newcomers were welcome as long as they didn’t ruffle any feathers.

Lt. Gen. Bozek asked if she’d be willing to meet his niece for a drink – she worked ridiculous hours and was “about the same age” as Mia. Mia wondered if Lt. Gen. Bozek knew how old she was.

On a particularly warm day in May, she opted for a pair of denim jean shorts – artfully distressed – and a pink blouse that flared beneath her bust with small cap sleeves. A French braid of sun kissed blonde left a few face-framing wisps near her temples as she tucked an errant lock behind her ear.

“Mia?” She turned, setting down her Blue Moon to meet who she assumed to be Bozek’s niece.

“Bobbi, hi.” She smiled warmly, sticking out her hand.

“Hi, so sorry I’m late,” Bobbi gushed, taking the seat across from Mia and dropping her purse strap across the back of her chair. “Family court ran long today and my client was nearly a no-show.” She sighed. Bozek mentioned that Bobbi was a family and child welfare attorney and often worked late.

“No problem, if there’s anyone that understands, it’s me.” Mia reassured. That, and she was glad for a change of scenery.

“Have you been here before?” Bobbi asked, checking her phone quickly before setting it down on the tabletop between them.

“First time!” Mia said, “to be honest I don’t get out much aside from the beach.” She confessed. “I’ve been here about eight – almost nine months and work keeps me pretty busy. I fly out to Indiana when I can to visit my brother or head to Del Mar for the weekend.” She explained.

“Well I’ve been coming here since before I could walk,” Bobbi laughed. “That being said, let me grab a drink quick – I’ll be right back.”

Mia liked Bobbi – she seemed pretty normal and was certainly kind enough. She went on to explain that the bar owner was like a second mother to her – a woman named Penny -  as she grew up on base under the watchful eye of her Uncle that raised her.

“So you mentioned going to Indiana – does your brother go to school there?” Bobbi asked, now on her second beer.

“Yes, my brother Jack plays baseball for the Hoosiers,” Mia replied proudly, pulling out her phone.

“Wow, handsome!” Bobbi smiled. Mia happily swiped through a handful of photos of Jack. She really was beaming with pride. “Tall,” she added.

“He’s eight inches taller than me,” Mia laughed. “Sometimes I think he doesn’t take me seriously because of it.”

“I always wanted siblings,” Bobbi smiled. “Will you get to see him soon?” She asked.

“He’s coming out to visit in about four weeks,” Mia explained. “He has an off week from baseball and will be done with summer semester classes.”

“That’s so sweet,” Bobbi took another drink of her beer before one of the male bar hands could set down two fresh drinks at their tall top.

“Courtesy of the service khakis,” he tilted his head back to the back wall of the bar, closest to the beach. Mia and Bobbi looked back to see a small group of aviators by the pool and darts, who raised their drinks in a toast. Mia held up her fresh beer and toasted them back.

“Lord, here we go,” Bobbi laughed.

“I feel too old to be getting drinks from these guys,” Mia winced.

“First of all, you’re not.” Bobbi stared, “because I think we’re the same age and if you’re old, I’m old, and I am not old.” She took a long pull of her beer. “There’s just a lot of horny young guns on this base who have been told for the past three months they’re the best in the world at what they do – full of ego and adrenaline.”

“A simple way of putting that,” Mia laughed.

“Ma’am,” her attention was pulled over her shoulder, where a young man in service khakis appeared. Blue eyes, brown hair and a uniform you could bounce a quarter off of.

“Thank you for the drink,” Mia smiled politely.

“It’s my pleasure, Ma’am,” He replied. “I’m Gene,” he introduced.

“Mia,” She replied, placing her hand in his.

“Bobbi,” Bobbi said, sticking her hand out, “Bobbi Bozek.” She elaborated. The pilot’s eyes flickered in recognition.

“Nice to meet you, Ma’am,” he gulped. “Would either of you be interested in joining my team and I for some pool?”

“That’s really kind of you, but we’re just chatting,” Mia said softly. The young pilot was no match for her honey-golden eyes.

“I was thinking, maybe, if you were up to it – ”

“Lieutenant West,” Mia placed the voice.

“Hangman,” the brunette stiffened, eyes tracking as his superior’s arm came around the backside of Mia’s high top chair.

“Everyone having responsible fun?” He asked, a toothpick sitting carefully between his textbook perfect teeth.

“As much as we can,” Gene responded.

“Thank you for the drink,” Bobbi gave a big smile, tilting her head to the side and tapping her beer glass against his. The pilot took the hint and retreated back to his team.

“Ladies,” Jake smiled, coming around to stand aside their table.

“Hi Lieutenant Commander,” Mia replied.

“Mia, Bobbi,” he greeted. “You don’t strike me much as a beer drinker,” Jake commented. “And what do I strike you as?” Mia asked, taking a small sip of her brew.

“I’d err on the side of… a French 75.” He countered. Mia’s brow raised.

“You are astute.” She grinned.

“Some would say it’s my job,” the corner of his mouth pulled up into an attractive grin.

“Jake, can you go spray some cold water on your ducklings over there?” Bobbi asked, crossing her legs. “Are they being bothersome?” Jake asked, pulling up his own chair to the table.

“Like dogs in heat,” Bobbi replied, wiping a smear of foam from the corner of her mouth.

“You ladies just tell me if anyone steps out of line,” he commented.

“Was last week like back-to-school weekend?” Mia asked, tucking one foot behind her other ankle below the table. Another pair of heels for the blonde. Jake’s eyes took in the lines of her clothing and the simple elegance of her French braid and the diamond studs in her ears. The skin on the back of his neck prickled at the sight of the small gold ‘J’ in the hollow of her throat.

“Something like that,” Bobbi said, “it feels like they’re coming droves these days.” Her attention turned to their guest. “Jake, how do you know Mia?” She asked.

“I nearly ran him over at the grocery store.” Mia replied.

“Commissary,” Jake corrected.

“Commissary,” Mia agreed. “You two know each other?” Mia asked.

“For years,” Bobbi nodded. “Dated one his buddies for five years, actually,” She pursed her lips as she took another drink. Mia’s eyes cut to Jake, who was already looking at her.

“Buddy is putting it generously,” Jake replied. “Mia you’re not from here,” he said, turning his attention back to the blonde and watching as her eyes trailed across his features.

“Nebraska,” she replied. “Omaha specifically.”

“Flyover state.” Jake commented.

“I think to a pilot every state is flyover, no?” She asked, gently raising one brow as she sipped her beer. Jake grinned. “Jake’s a cowboy,” Bobbi commented. Mia’s eyes shifted back toward the blonde. He was wondering what her lip-gloss tasted like. If they’d have two kids or three – and what kind of wallpaper would hang in the nursery.

“Yeehaw,” Mia said, raising her glass to him before draining her drink. She took one look outside to see the darkness looming. It was coming up close to nine and she had a good twenty-five minute drive back to her apartment. “I hate to cut the night short, but I’ve got to start my hike back.”

“Let me get your number so we can do this again,” Bobbi insisted. Jake felt shafted, he had just arrived, but he did get to gather more intel, and that felt worth it.

Mia rattled off her cell, which Jake committed to memory.

“Jake, walk her out.” Bobbi insisted, “I’m going to go bother Pen.” Jake gladly offered his hand as Mia climbed down from her high top in those heels. He wanted to sink his teeth into her calves.

“Thank you,” she smiled gently, grabbing her saddle brown designer clutch from the table. Jake held the door as she walked through, sifting through her bag to grab her keys.

“Now this…” Jake whistled lowly, taking in the sight of her vintage Jag. “This is art.”

“Thank you, I quite like it myself.” She smiled, using a key to unlock the driver’s side of the red convertible.

“A woman of refined taste,” he replied, though that was evident in every other aspect of her that he had witnessed already. As a person of particular taste himself, it was stimulating to see a woman who carefully curated her presence as well.

“Thank you again for the escort, Lieutenant Commander.” She said, the engine of the convertible purring to life.

“It’s Jake.” He reminded.

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[authorticity]

If you’re taking requests how about some BeauJester Hurt/Comfort?

So like. Beau knew she was fucked. Just to be clear, she had no illusion to the contrary. Fucking straight girl crush.

And it wasn’t even that she was surprised, you know? It was like. Part of the experience. Sometimes, your brain roles high on Perception and low on Insight, and suddenly you have all these chemical fucking reactions attached to someone’s smile and voice and the dumb way her nose crinkles up when she smiles. It’s bullshit. Feelings are bullshit. Jester’s bullshit.

(Jester’s not bullshit. She’s sweet.)

But the thing is, Beau’s better than that. She can be mature about this. She can keep things in perspective. Jester isn’t the be-all end-all of Beau and her fucking feelings, right? Like, she’s got different feelings for different people. It doesn’t just revolve around Jester. She’s fine. It’s fine. Beau’s fine.

“Are you chewing on that pillow?” Caduceus asked.

“Nmfh.” Beau smacked the taste of cotton out of her mouth and grimaced at him, feeling bratty and unaccountably embarrassed. “Did I ask, Cad? Did I fucking ask?”

“Nope.” Caduceus nodded, a stupid knowing smile curling over his stupid cow mouth. “Message received. Different tools for different jobs, I get it.”

He stood up, leaning on his staff, leaving the herbs he had been sorting spread over the quilt. Great. See—an emotion that wasn’t about Jester. Guilt was an emotion. Nothing to worry about.

Beau tossed the pillow aside in a direction that wouldn’t unsettle the herbs and tried to meditate. Images surfaced, the stream of Beau’s own consciousness swaying her in the direction she needed to go. A clear mind wasn’t empty–just refined.

Caduceus, leaning on his staff as he got up from the bed—his legs must still be bothering him—the way his eyes had gone wide when his knee snapped inward under a strike, the pained little animal noise he made when he slumped to the ground next to Beau—the spatter of green-pink light that had roiled around his fingers, unfocused, as he tried in vain to heal himself—the green-blue flare of magic that had overtaken it as Jester pushed her hands into the wound, face set in a crinkly little snarl of frustration as she snapped ligaments and cartilage and bone back into place, the gleam of mania in her eyes as she looked up at Beau and grinned in triumph–

Beau buried her face in her hands, pressing her fingers to the inside corners of her eyes. Stupid.

Stupid.

Something smelled like herbs—not the ones on the bed, those were all earthy; but the strong, sweet scent of the blend Caduceus had put together the last time they were in Nicodranus, all spicy and fruity. Beau checked the door.

Sitting innocently in the middle of the hallway was a mug of fresh tea, served in a blue teacup.

Beau used Evasion to avoid whatever the fuck kind of hidden message Caduceus thought he was sending and slugged it. The flavor filled her mouth, comforting and familiar.

She took a d4 of damage from shooting hot tea like it was whiskey. Yeah.

“Oh my god, Beau,” said the last voice in the entire universe Beau wanted to hear at the moment. “That tea was super hot! I had to use my skirt to even hold it!”

“J–” said Beau, and had immediate regrets about the state of her throat. It felt like she had gargled thick, spicy soup. She mouthed soundlessly as Jester stood up from where she’d been leaning against the wall, hands cupped over her mouth in horror.

“Here.” Jester brushed at Beau’s throat with the tips of her fingers, fingertips tapping insistently as if she could rattle the burns off the inside of Beau’s esophagus. “You’re lucky Caduceus didn’t ask Nott to bring up your tea, you know. Nott’s cure for burns is just, like, different kinds of burns.”

“Y-yeah.” Beau cleared her throat. Don’t ask for a get-well kiss, don’t ask for a get-well kiss, don’t– “Does she just have, like, an unending supply of acid? Is Yeza helping her make more now?”

Jester giggled. “Top ten couples’ activities: acid-brewing.”

“Yeah,” said Beau, and then because her mouth was actively working against her today– “Sounds like fun, actually. You wanna give it a shot?”

Perfect. Beau bit back the urge to punch herself in the stomach. Logically, she knew that she couldn’t physically hit her problems into solutions; but on the other hand, maybe she’d manage to kill some of the (apparently burn-resistant) butterflies still rattling around in there. Maybe she could use Extract Aspects to fucking figure out how to deal with this shit.

“–ike fun, you know?” Jester had been talking (fuck) and answering Beau’s stupid-ass question (FUCK) and Beau had no idea what she’d just said (!!!!) and now Jester was looking at her expectantly. “I mean, we’d have to ask Nott anyway,” she added, as if this was obvious.

Beau rolled a 17. “Yeah, sure,” she said weakly, while she was trying to figure out if that roll was +Deception or +Performance. +Persuasion, maybe? Fuck. Just fuck everything. “You got it, Jes.”

Whichever it was, it did the job. Jester beamed like Beau had just made her entire day. “Awesome! I’m gonna knock your socks off.” She shot Beau finger guns that actually sparked light green, and half-skipped, half-clomped her way down the hallway to the stairs.

When she got to the stairwell, Jester hoisted herself onto the railing, shouted “It’s a date!” and slid out of sight, giggling.

…Uh. Beau leaned against the wall, watching the space where Jester’s hair had disappeared.

A door opened behind her. “Was zur fick—oh.” Caleb came to stand next to her, trying to follow her gaze. “Are you alright?”

“Nah.” Beau said vaguely.

“…Ja. Okay.” He squinted at her suspiciously. Whatever information his Insight check afforded him, it was enough to make him go back into his room and shut the door, peering at her the whole while.

Probably for the best. Beau would’ve left this one alone, too.

#critical role #beauregard #jester #beaujester #caduceus clay #caleb widogast #Guess who's useless and full of feelings #that's right it's these folks #my writing

[andremarcusburky]

GOD FUCKING BLESS YOU. I’ve been cheering since I was 4, and my parents moved us to Florida so I could cheer with top gun, which I did all the way up to college. Top gun is one of the biggest and best known names in cheer, and we had a bunch of sponsors, but even with all that it still cost so much money and my parents had to do so much to support me in a sport that people still only see as knock-off gymnastics. Cheerleaders are amazing and strong and can kick most guys asses.

OMG CHEERING FOR TOP GUN IS MY FICKING DREAM??? What team were you on?

[superfreakvideos]

Över Min Döda  |  Over my dead body

Dom försökte lära mig gå ensam - sa dom e falska här, fyll din egen kopp Någonting som fick mig - å leta fiender bland mitt eget folk Du behöver ingen - vill du nå toppen måste du glömma bort Glömma bort alla bakom mig - Kompis över min döda kropp

They tried to teach me to walk alone - said they’re fake here, fill your own cup Something that made me - to seek enemies among my own people You don’t need anyone - if you want to reach the top you have to forget Forget everyone behind me - Over my dead body, bro

☛ swedish suburb bonus 🎧 ⤵

Aki - Botkyrka del 2 > youtube.com/watch?v=Nwc5JMdgA5g

Aki feat. Kapten Röd - När solen går ner/When the sun goes down > youtube.com/watch?v=xGadLs4BMKc

Labyrint - Fingrarna i luften/The fingers in the air > youtube.com/watch?v=in4Wwguls-U

Labyrint bonus - Jagbaesån > youtube.com/watch?v=ohNdZ_agl-A :)

Jacco - Vår Betong/Our concrete > youtube.com/watch?v=_ecSDK0WB60

Här finns laddade pistoler, se upp för habbade personer som bangar sina kanoner / Välkommen till vår betong / dem har zikini o tabanja becknar heroin & ganja bland hus som liknar varandra

Here are loaded pistols, watch out for drug crazed people banging their guns / Welcome to our concrete / they have money and guns selling smack & ganja among houses that looks like each other

☛ downtown madness 🎧 ⤵

Partiet - Pinsamt/Embarrassing > youtube.com/watch?v=z4ZMai9o0vM

☛ Captain Red herring bonus ➳ In Kommer Ting > youtube.com/watch?v=7GQ3LZ2Trgw 🍁  (weedy bad)

#Kapten Röd #music video #(3:33)

[maddystar1theyoutuber]

secrets of enders past. chapter 2

a doctor who fan fick. I was getting  ready to leave and I was wondering where jj and the doctor was. then a man in a trench cote came in and sed "are you ender kikory." I didn't recognised him but he seamed familiar. so I sed "who's asking." then jj walked in and sed "ender we need you're  help. the doctor is in trouble." I was confused and sed "what I...I dont understand." then all of a sudden the doctor who was treating me came in and sed " oh you must be enders friends. nice to meet you I'm doctor Jonson ." then the  strange man sed "nice to meet you doctor Jonson but do your patient no your a flesh eating shape shifting alien form the planet belflakes. "then doctor Jonson sed " very funny. but mis ender I'm afraid to say that you well not be leaving the hospital. "I was just getting more confused. then all of a sudden doctor Jonson started to morfing in to sum thing else the strange man and jj stood in frunt of me and sed "stay behind us." then all of a sudden the doctor hit it with a chair. the doctor then sed "run." then all of a sudden jj grabbed my hand and then ran. we where two corridors down wen the lights started to go out. then the strange man and the doctor pulled out a strange device and sed "we need to get out of here." then I realised sum thing  the doctor and the stranger had similar personality. so I sed "what who are you two I have no clue who you two are but you mast now each other because you  act the same whey so I'm not moving until you tell me." then jj the doctor and the stranger where socked. I didn't  understand. then the doctor sed "ender there's no time for this we have to get out of here." then jj heard something and sed to the stranger "hey did you here something.” the stranger sed "hey doctor stay here with ender." the doctor nodded then jj and the stranger went to look at what it was. then the doctor turned back to me and sed "listen we need to get moving." then all of a sudden something rapt around my waist and tried to pull me back. the doctor noticed and grabbed me and tried to pull me towards him but he got pulled with me then I blacked out wen I came to I was tied to a chair wen I looked up the doctor was across the room and was tied to a chair as well. I called out to him but he was out cooled I looked around the room and the I noticed plastic sheets every where on the roof  the walls and the floor. then the doctor was coming round so I sed "doctor your a wake. thank god your ok I was beginning to worry about you. "the doctor realised what was going on. and sed " ender stay carm. I'll get us out of this." then doctor Jonson came in and sed "ah your both a wake. I shod introduce my self I am vaksal. I am a bounty hunter." I was confused and sed "a bounty hunter. but why are you where." he looked at me and sed "because I was hired to fined my bounty and I have it girl." then me and the doctor where confused. so the doctor sed "what are you talking abut what is your bounty.” then vaksal started to smile and sed "ow my bounty." then he started to laugh and sed "you mean you dont know. well let me explain. my bounty is half human half I'm not going to tell you. but I will tell you that this girl is all that I need. In fact I dont need you so. I might have a snack." then he walked towards the doctor and then the doctor looked nervous  like he doesn't know what to do. then all of a sudden a strange man grabbed my shoulder and sed "hey vaksal you shud pay attention to your bounty after all." then vaksal ran that the man and attacked hem the man pulled out sum sort of gun and shot at the rope and my hands got free and ran to the doctor to untie his. when he was untied  he grabbed my hand and sed "run." when we where down the corridor we heard vaksal scream in pain. all of a sudden we came a cross a stare case and decided to go up them. when we reached the top it was no the roof it was just another floor. then we found our selves in a surgery room and we decided to barricade the door. then we herd footsteps coming  towards us. then the doctor sed "stay behind me." then we herd jj and I sed "thank god its you." the doctor and I started taking down the barricade. but something did not feel right so I stopped and sed "hey jj tell me how old was I 2 years ago." the doctor sed "what are you on about." the jj sed "what...now is not the time for this." and I sed "Jason this is serious." jj then sed "18." I sed "wrong” jj knows I was 16." the doctor looked shocked and then jj sed "you little brat." but his voice started to change and the doctor sed "ender get behind me." then the stranger that grabbed my shoulder broke down the barricade and rushed us then all of a sudden jj and the stranger rushed in and jj sed "hey you over here." then jj pulled out a strange device and sed "why dont you pick on sum one you're own size." then all of a sudden the device blasted like a gun. then the stranger began to shrink then the other stranger pulled out a jar and sed "you'll be safer in here." then he pot the thing in the jar. I was so confused and sed "what the hell is going on here..." Jason  the stranger and the doctor where all surprised and the doctor sed "I know this is odd but we can explain." I was angry scared and confused which is not a good combination for good decisions and I sed "explain EXPLAIN ARE YOU KIDDING ME. OF COURSE I WANT AN EXPLANATIO. FIRST THE CYBERMEN. DOCTOR JONSON AND YOU THE STRANGER WHO ARE YOU. YOU’RE JUST LIKE THE DOCTOR BUT AT THE SAME TIME YOU’RE NOT LIKE HIM AT ALL." the stranger and the doctor looked at each other and looked at me then the doctor sed " [sigh] I guess we shod tell you." then the stranger stopped him and sed " its something  you shouldn't know yet." then I sed “ shouldn’t know. SHOULDN’T KNOW ARE YOU KIDDING ME I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHO YOU ARE. YOU AND THE DOCTOR BOTH OF YOU. AND THEN THERES YOU. I I don’t even know you any more jason you used to be my best friend now I don’t even see the boy on the swing any more what happened to the boy who who.” Then something was wrong and I passed out. Wen I came to I was in my bed. Then I sed to my self it must have bean a dream. But why do I feel like an idiot. Then again I did say a lot of bad things. But it least it was a dream.” Then all of a sudden my phone was going off and some one was calling me so I picked it up and sed “who is this.” Then a voice I recognised and sed “doctor what wait how’d you get my number.” Then in a frantic voice the doctor sed where are you rite know” I was confused. Then I sore the note that sed listen trust the doctor and if he sounds frantic listen to him. Ps the doctor and jason wont know about the events of yesterday so best not bring it up. I was confused but sum reason I decided to listen and sed “dorm room 25 at st peter’s  school for orphans. And then I herd a banging at my frunt door and sed then noticed the doctor hung up “a bit rood.” End chapter Next chapter The orphanage

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Han har legat sex dagar på sjukhus för den här fruktansvärda influensan som härjar överallt, säger Christina Schollin till Nöjesbladet. På lördagskvällen fick Pernilla Wahlgren jubla över sonen Benjamin Ingrossos seger i Melodifestivalen. Men redan Det var i början av veckan som Hans Wahlgren insjuknade i influensa och tvingades läggas in på sjukhus i Spanien. – Han är snart på benen igen, sa hustrun Christina Schollin tidigare i veckan. Och tajmingen på tillfrisknandet kunde knappast vara bättre

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