#Sir that is a lil disturbing

[90ekz]

katsuki in the gym is so distracting to everyone.

it’s not like he’s one of those annoying guys who grunts really loudly while lifting or slams his weights down, no.

he’s actually pleasant, always making sure to not purposefully disturb anyone and cleaning his machines off after use.

and it’s not like he dresses overtly sexy or anything. he just… draws attention, naturally.

katsuki can walk in the weight room with sweats and a tank top, and the whole room will pause and stare like he’s naked or sumn. it confuses him sometimes, but being the lil shit he is, it probably boosts his ego.

i’m a firm believer that he’s a cardio guy, though.

when people see his impeccable form and ridiculous speed, they just can’t help but stare. hell, even the front desk worker gets stumbled over her words just saying hello.

after one of his sessions, katsuki remembered that he needed to renew his membership, and he did so.

lemme tell you, that poor girl didn’t hear a word that came out of his mouth but “membership”. how could she? he was wet with sweat, sweats hanging low, and tank top sticking to his sculpted body.

he raised an eyebrow when she didn’t respond to a question.

“you sick or somethin’?”

sir this entire gym wants to fuck you. you are a distraction to everyone LMFAO

[confused-wanderer]

Batman and superman are their opposite personalities in civilian form.

.. so this gives us a perfect opportunity for the most disastrously chaotic dynamic (and love square) EVER.

ESPECIALLY if they don’t know the others true identities, or even they did and are just being lil shits anyways

Give me:

grumpy skeptical Clark to Bruce’s sunshine playboy persona.

Clark *trying to down as many aspirins as he can, half tempted to throw himself into the sun* : Bruce we needed to surround the enemy, not SEDUCE them!

Bruce *currently on his way to a dinner wearing the most seductive outfit known to man* : Well, you know the saying. We can’t gatekeep or manslaughter our way out of it. Girlboss it is.

Clark: Bruce you are going on a date with a STRAIGHT MAN

Bruce: Give me five minutes and then I’ll let you hear him scream my name

*horrified Clark noises*

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Brooding and detective Batman meeting lie-detector and very effective investigator journalist Clark Kent

Batman: Tell me where the bombs are Riddler!

Riddler *currently tied up* : Hehe you’ll never find them~

Clark: Mind if I record this session Mr. Riddler?

Batman:

Riddler:

Clark:

Riddler: Who the hell-

Batman: .. Kent. How’d you even get here?

Clark: Irrelevant questions. *waves recorder* so..?

Riddler: Sure..tell the public I’m going to paint the walls red-

Clark *in investigative journalist mode* : So which devastating rock bottom led you to lose your mind and pursue this as a career?

Riddler:

Riddler: hey wait hang on this is a fulfilling career!

Clark *raising a judgemental eyebrow*: So.. you fighting a man dressed as a bat, with that atrocious outfit you must’ve gotten from hell and riddles that you’ll give him the answer to anyway.. this is fulfilling?

Riddler *voice breaking* : .. yes?

*questioning and judgemental silence*

Few hours later

Red Robin: .. why is Riddler crying and why does he also have a career counselling book in his hand?

Batman *just as surprised and kind of disturbed at how methodical and impressive Clark was in breaking down Riddlers plan based on evidence and connecting the dots* : Honestly I thought he was here for me and he started ignoring me so out of concern for his safety I demanded he paid attention

Red robin: And?

Batman: and he said “oh you don’t want me to pay attention to you” and showed me.. a lot of details and screenshots I don’t know how he got his hands on

Red robin:

Batman: Riddler also then attempted to escape and Clark just.. punched him so hard Riddler still doesn’t know which universe he’s in..

Red robin: well it could’ve been worse.. Clark could’ve pulled out a gun

Batman: .. he has a flamethrower

Red Robin: IM SORRY WHAT

Batman: .. and he told me we should work together sometimes, and I gave him few crime stories and plots to help raise awareness for the public and stop them.

Red robin:

Batman: also he gave me a therapy card.

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Give me ray of sunshine and leader Superman with no sense of self preservation Bruce Wayne

Superman: Good evening Mr. Wayne, there’s a credible threat against you so I’ll be on the lookout for today-

Bruce *sidling upto him* : .. damn.. when I said send your hottest stripper you did deliver..

Superman *beet red* : Im not the stripper sir!

Bruce: Really?

Superman *furious nodding*

Bruce: okay then.. hey listen, I’ve been learning about important dates in history lately.. do you wanna be one of them?

Superman. Exe has stopped functioning

Later

Superman: Mr. Wayne there’s a blackout and the building is under attack! Evacuate!

Bruce *running with gunshots behind* : Are you outside? You’re invulnerable right? Nothing can hurt you? Not even gunpowder or explosives?!

Superman *touched and pleasantly surprised* : yes.. so you don’t have to worry about me Mr. Wayn-

*glass breaks and Superman catches the dark mass falling in the air*

Superman: See? You’re safe-

*realises he’s holding a huge bomb about to detonate*

One explosion later

Superman: … you threw a bomb at me

Bruce: What?? You said you were invulnerable! I didn’t know what else to do with it??

Superman: So you didn’t think to tell me? Not even a warning?

Bruce: Listen that bomb was hot but compared to how smoking hot you were I didn’t think it ever stood a change

Superman: Mr. Wayne, listen. You should’ve atleast yelled or said something so I could’ve gotten it away in time. What if I hadn’t?

Bruce: I did! I yelled GET READY FOR A BLOWJOB

Superman:

Bruce:

Superman:

Bruce: ?? Did I do something wrong?

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And obviously.. the usual golden retriever Superman x black cat Batman that we all know and love so I’m just going to leave it at:

Batman: Someone is going to die.

Superman: Of fun!

Batman: Sure if you consider burning to death fun

Superman:

Superman: Oh come on be a little optimistic! We must have hope! We will persevere!

Batman: we are literally being held hostages by aliens

Superman: ..listen okay, let me do the talking. We just gotta de-escalate the situation

Alien: You intruders! You will never get our superior defender systems-

Batman *done with this bullshit* : I already hacked into it twenty days ago and found all of your identities, families and now have full control over your systems of defends and weapons. If I wanted to hurt somebody.. I would’ve done so already.

Alien *tries to punch him, gets headbutted instead*

Alien *chuckles* : You have a thick skull Batman..

Batman:

Superman *frantic whispering*: Dontsayitdontsayitdontsayitdontsayit-

Batman: .. atleast mines protecting a brain. Wish I could say the same for yours

Superman *heavy sigh*

[daisyfieldrecs]

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[nahoney22]

Gonna leave this here for I completely forget. I hope you’re doing great out there and giving your all! I had a thought recently.

Do you think you can give some headcanons on the bad batch/clones of your choice react to a civilian smiling at them? Could be one person, a child, elderly person, or multiple people.

From all that war and the things they saw. Seeing a friendly face smiling at them is a rare thing these days. And it’s nice to see hope become some of a good sign to them. :)

A Smile a Day Keeps… Clones Very Happy

How each of The Bad Batch react to a civilian smiling at them.

Authors Note: I love this idea! Enjoy 🤍

Warnings: none 😊

Echo

Standing amidst the debris of a town rescued from the Empire's clutches, he felt a mix of relief and frustration. Despite the devastation, he was glad to see the civilians unharmed but bitter at the unwarranted attack.

As he kicked at the debris, Wrecker's voice broke his thoughts. Looking towards Wrecker, he noticed a young boy peeking out from behind a cracked stone pillar, stealing glances at him. “That lil guy keeps staring at you Echo.”

Concern creased Echo's brow as he observed the boy's timid demeanor. Wrecker simply suggested, "Just wave at him, crack a smile. It won’t kill ya.” before sauntering off.

With a sigh, Echo gave a hesitant wave. Naturally Echo was uncomfortable, wondering if the boy was staring at his prosthetics but then, the boy smiled. Bright.

The action surprised him and even more so when the boy comes from behind the pillar and bounds toward the Clone, laughing and clearly just in awe of the man.

Echo blinks, unsure what to do but manages to smile back. It was rare to see such a friendly response from someone, especially recently. But, it made him feel good. Proud.

Hunter

Amidst the bustling streets of Coruscant teeming with people, accidents were inevitable—collisions, stumbling over obstacles, and more. Fortunately, Hunter found himself in the right place at the right time.

Accompanied by his squad, their duty was to uphold order among the civilians. Amidst their patrol, Hunter spotted an elderly lady struggling under the weight of numerous boxes, obstructing her view.

Despite the importance of their mission, Hunter's gut and sense of compassion propelled him into action. He silently slipped away from his group and approached the lady.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" His voice cut through the clamor, positioning himself to catch her attention. "Do you need help?"

The lady's face lit up with gratitude, momentarily surprising Hunter. Nevertheless, he quickly refocused, ready to lend a helping hand as she accepted his offer.

As the boxes were safely delivered, the lady turned to Hunter with a radiant smile, a rarity for some Clones to witness. "Thank you, sir. You're a good man," she beamed, reaching for her pocket to retrieve some credits as a token of her appreciation.

However, Hunter swiftly intervened, shaking his head. "Oh, that's okay. No payment needed.”

Perhaps her smile and gratitude were reward enough for the day.

Wrecker

Wrecker, typically exuded a menacing aura solely through his appearance to onlookers so a smile graced at him was quite rare. However, when chaos unfolded with the crash of speeders and vessels before him, he wasted no time in springing into action.

Amidst the wreckage, a man trapped beneath the debris cried out for help, but attempts to free him proved futile to passer-by’s.

Enter Wrecker.

"Step aside, everyone," his commanding voice cut through the chaos as he advanced. With remarkable swiftness and strength, he effortlessly lifted the wreckage off the trapped man as though it weighed nothing at all.

Initially met with shock and even a hint of disturbance from onlookers, their unease quickly transformed into applause—a collective expression of gratitude toward Wrecker for his heroic act. As the applause filled the air, Wrecker scanned the crowd, initially puzzled by the sudden acclaim. However, as realisation dawned upon him that the applause, cheers and smiles was directed at him, a swell of pride washed over him.

Rarely did anyone smile at him, let alone offer thanks, but in that moment, the gratitude of the crowd was enough to make his eyes glisten.

Tech

"Can we look at your armour, sir?"

Tech glanced up from his data pad, surprised by the small voice beside him. Two children stood there, their eyes wide with fascination.

"Why would you want to do that?" he asked, his tone tinged with skepticism as he observed their approach toward his comm.

"Because you look so cool!" one of the children exclaimed, their excitement palpable. Tech couldn't help but feel a hint of confusion, unaccustomed to such admiration for his armor or himself.

"It's not cool, it's practical," he replied matter-of-factly, before finding himself kneeling down to their eye level and reluctantly removing his armor. "You may look at my helmet, but I shall need it back soon."

The children exchanged gleeful glances before eagerly inspecting the helmet in their hands. Tech watched them with a mixture of curiosity and amusement, a small smile forming on his lips as they marveled at the technology.

Such admiration for clones was a rarity, but seeing the genuine excitement in the children's eyes filled Tech with an unexpected sense of pride. As he began to explain the functions of his armour, he couldn't help but feel a connection to these young admirers, appreciating their genuine interest in his expertise.

Crosshair

Talk about being in the right place at the right time.

Crosshair strolled down a bustling street, seeking respite from the chaos aboard the ship when his sharp eyes caught sight of a frail-looking lady who appeared lost.

Initially hesitant, he debated whether she could manage on her own. Yet, with no squad mates around to mock him, he decided to offer his assistance.

"Are you lost?" His voice startled the woman, eliciting a surprised yelp. She turned to him, explaining that she had taken a wrong turn.

"Do you want me to take you there?" he offered, looking down at her.

"Oh, that would be kind! Thank you," she replied gratefully.

Crosshair guided her in the right direction, feeling slightly uncomfortable as she gripped his arm for support. Despite his reservations, he allowed it.

Upon reaching her destination, Crosshair was taken aback as she affectionately pinched his cheek with a smile. "You are a nice man, thank you, sir."

The rare gesture caught Crosshair off guard, stirring something within him. As he watched the lady walk away, her smile lingering in his mind, he couldn't deny the warmth it brought to his otherwise stoic demeanor. It was a fleeting moment, yet it left an unexpected impression on him, reminding him that kindness could be found even in the most unlikely of places.

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[archiveikemen]

『Surprise Bag』 Story Sale: Prologue

This is a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes with no guaranteed perfection and is not intended as replacement for official localisation. I do not own any of the original content. Please support CYBIRD by buying their stories and playing their games. Reblogs appreciated.

Warnings and FAQ

Ever since becoming the Fairytale Keeper, I’ve built some level of resistance to unusual happenings.

However, despite that, some strange things that happen in Crown still manage to surpass my expectations.

…

“Jude” (Ellis): Good morning, Kate. I’m going to make you happy today too.

Kate: … Jude, uhh… did you suffer a blow to the head?

“Jude” (Ellis): Eh? I didn’t take any blows to anywhere, I’m feeling great.

Kate: What happened to your usual scumbag attitude?! Are you sick? Injured, perhaps? We must take you to the hospital at once!

“Ellis” (Jude): Tch, what’s the ruckus about?

“Jude” (Ellis): Oh, Jude.

“Jude” (Ellis): Huh? Why is Jude me?

“Ellis” (Jude): That’s my line. Why are YOU me?

Kate: W-What?

“Elbert” (Alfons): AHHA! This is getting awfully amusing.

Kate: Al… wait, Sir Elbert?!

Kate: Don’t tell me… the one behind you is Alfons?

“Alfons” (Elbert): … When I looked into the mirror, I saw that I turned into Al.

“Elbert” (Alfons): It’s interesting to look at myself objectively.

“Elbert” (Alfons): Oh, El. Please put in more energy when speaking. It’s disturbing to hear myself sound so depressed.

“Alfons” (Elbert): … Energy? … I’ll try.

“Alfons” (Elbert): … ahha.

“Elbert” (Alfons): It was a mistake on my part to expect energy from you.

Kate: Maybe, or not just maybe…

Kate: — Did Jude and Ellis, Alfons and Sir Elbert swap bodies!?

Kate: How did this happen…?

“Ellis” (Jude): Definitely that quack’s fault, I’m going to beat him up.

…

All members of Crown gathered to question Roger, who simply laughed at the situation.

Roger: My bad. I can’t believe it took effect this fast. Aren't I a genius?

Victor: Don't say such things, Roger! Why did such a cute… I mean, serious thing happen?

Liam: Victor, you’re exposing your inner thoughts. Also, your words and facial expression don’t match.

Roger: I was conducting research on whether a curse can be transferred if I swapped the bodies of a cursed person with a normal person.

William: Your insatiable inquisitive mind is truly eye opening, but shouldn't your test subjects be a cursed person and a normal person instead?

Roger: I thought it’d be dangerous if something were to happen to someone who isn’t cursed, so I decided to experiment on these guys first.

Harrison: What do you take us for? We die just like normal people.

“Elbert” (Alfons): Let’s drown that four-eyed musclehead in the River Thames.

“Ellis” (Jude): Yeah. Tie some stone weights onto him and plop him in to make it quick.

Kate: Wait, please don't say such unsettling things with Sir Elbert and Ellis’ faces!

“Jude” (Ellis): But Roger is so cool for being able to make a drug like this.

Liam: … Now Jude is being a softie. Goodness, this is chaos!

Roger: Relax. I’ll produce an antidote if you let me collect the data I need.

Roger: … If I can produce an antidote, that means I can experiment on the others too.

Harrison: �� You just said something disturbing.

Roger: I said nothing.

“Elbert” (Alfons): I must say, you have no rights to be bargaining with us. Pardon my vulgar language, but please die.

Harrison: Woah, um… Liam? Oi, oi. — Is he asleep?

“Jude” (Ellis): I touched his head, sorry. I was curious to see if I can use Jude’s curse’s abilities.

Roger: Heh, the curse’s abilities remain in the body, huh. So I am a genius after all!

(This is getting out of hand…!)

Kate: Please give us the antidote immediately, Roger!

Kate: … Oh my goodness, what’s going to happen if this reaches Her Majesty's ears?

Roger: She might fire me for this.

Roger: … That’s why you should help keep an eye on them so word doesn't get out, lil lady.

Kate: Eh? Roger? Hey!

“Ellis” (Jude): Tch… useless. Getting fired just like that.

“Jude” (Ellis): Oh, Jude, body can’t take cig—

“Ellis” (Jude): *cough*... tastes like shit. Ellis, you need to train yourself to take at least ONE cigar.

“Elbert” (Alfons): I could get away with a lot of bad things with this face, don't you think?

Alfons: … Is this spoon beautiful, Kate?

Kate: T-This is driving me insane…!

I so badly wanted it to be some horrible april fools joke, but the scene unfolding before my eyes showed otherwise.

At that point in time, I still didn't know.

— To be continued.

[yona049]

𝚂𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚡 𝚐𝚗! 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Part 1? (maybe)

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Warning :

> lil blood

>cosmophobia

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His pace was strong and exact as he walked through the ships shining white hallway. Hair cut to a precise straight line with pointed ears, a shining example of his Valcan linage.

His uniform was nothing short of excellent, no wrinkle or crease would dare disturb it's perfection. The tablet in his hand had many names of crew members across the screen.

Behind him, hundreds of cadets, Ensign's and officers ran through the hallway. Some carrying baggage or equipment for the long journey that lay ahead.

The blue, red, and yellow uniforms looked like smudged lines to Spock. No one daring to crash into him or hinder his way, as his intense focus on the tablet demanded his presence to be known.

Behind him came a red uniform, short skirted Lieutenant Commander Uhura runs closer. Her pace quickened to a jog to catch up to him. She dodged one of the Cadets carrying heavy boxes until she finally caught up to Spock.

"Spock!" she called to him but his attention never faltered from the tablet screen.

One name of the many pops up and he selects it. The profile of Ensign Y/n L/n appeared.

"What is it, Uhura?"

"I just needed to enquire on the specific time of launch."

Spock scrolls down to the information on the profile.

"There's no question, we leave O' eight hundred hours, current planet time. We've given everyone sufficient time to prepare for a life long expedition of exploration."

Uhura growls and dodges another Cadet carrying some equipment and engineering tools.

"Yes I understand! But some Cadets have questioned the captains choice to bring inexperienced Ensign's on board for this mission."

Spock finally stops once they've reached the back of the hallway with a large door at the end. His hands are placed behind his back delicately and without hesitation he answers.

"Uhura, I can see the unease that this may have caused. However our Captain has never put us in harms way before and he certainly won't now. I trust Kirk's decisions whole heartedly."

Uhura sighs and nods slowly. Her arms fold into a somewhat comforting hug.

"I guess I should too. It's just a really big decision for everyone to make. There's a chance we may never come home."

She slowly glances through the large window beside them at the spinning blue and green planet below.

Spock looks at earth and then back at her.

"The U.S.S Enterprise is our home now. And like earth. We must protect it."

She laughs a little through her nose at Spock.

"Yeah, you're right."

With a small hand, she pats on his shoulder and then makes her way back down the hallway.

"Oh! And Good luck with the new Ensign!" she calls back to him before disappearing into the corridor.

Finally, the hallway seemed a little quieter. Spock looks back down at his tablet and scrolls through the profile. The first thing he noticed is no picture of the Ensign. Odd.

The second thing he notices is the lack of specified species. The Enterprise was a decorated vessel with many mixed species staff. A proud ship of the The United Federation of Planets.

The doors at the end of the hallway finally slide open.

"Ensign L/n! You're-"

He looks up at the new Ensign but stops when he sees a short bodied, light blue skinned species. Not a harsh blue, but a pale skin tone similar to the planet Andoria.

The blue uniform perfectly hugging their figure and snow-white hair covering their ears.

"...-Late."

He finishes looking at their profile then back at them.

"Sir, I'm sorry. They had some trouble confirming my authentication due to my incomplete file."

They look down shyly. Holding a suitcase and a box of glass tubes and bottles.

"Then let's make an effort to complete it."

Spock walks a circle around them them with a raised eyebrow as he studied their species.

"Tell me, Ensign, what's your species? Your skin and hair would suggest Andorian. However, I see no antennae."

Y/n slowly scratches the bottom of their ear and clears their throat.

"I am Andorian, sir. I lost my antennas in a chemical accident."

Again, Spock looks down at his tablet. His face showing no visible confusion, but he was, in fact, a little confused. Yet also mesmerized.

"It says here you're a Medical Ensign."

They quickly nod watching Spock.

"Yes! Chemistry is my main practice. I can't have the Medical Officer mixing the wrong, atorvastatin with fluticasone and causing someone to come down with some disease!"

They finish their explication but quickly step back after.

"Apologies! I didn't mean to sound so accusatory."

Spock nods before turning on his heel and starting his walk.

"Not at all, I am Vulcan. We try to keep our emotions-"

"-Controlled." Y/n says, catching up to him.

"Yes, I'm aware." they confess, looking down.

Spock squints for a second before looking back at the tablet for some information.

"Now, your room is on deck 37. This deck is reserved for medical and research personnel. Med Bay is also on deck 37."

He explains as they walk to the turbolift, taking them both up to Deck 37. The lift is filled with a few seconds of awkward silence. Spock takes this time to study his blue skinned Ensign.

Their existence is shrouded in mystery. The story of their antennas being chemically detached is questionable, Andorian's antenna grow back after time. Their short stature compared to many of the tall built andorians. An incomplete file made Spock's curiosity spark.

Finally arriving at their room. Spock hands them a key card. He turns his back to them without a goodbye.

"Spock!" Y/n calls.

Spock turns back to them. A darkened blue color covered their cheeks like blush would a human's face.

"Yes, Ensign?"

Y/n takes a breath of confidence and looks at Spock.

"Thank you for accompanying me. You have other duties to see to. But I appreciate your time."

Spock only bows his head.

"It's my duty, Ensign. Now hurry to your medical checkups. We launch in 5 hours."

Y/n gives a happy nod, then entering their room with a little excited skip.

Spock couldn't tell why, but his heart gave a pleased thump when he saw the excitement from Y/n. A young new Ensign is unaware of the vastness of space that lays ahead.

The crew started settling into their bunks and rooms with quick paced ease. A fast five hour jump to the launch and Spock was confident in his preparation.

He was sat at his launch pad watching all systems make necessary calculations. As Head Commanding Science Officer and First Officer. He had to be sure the Enterprise was ready for Captain Kirk's arrival.

A sudden hand placed on Spock's shoulder pulls him from his thought process. Jim Kirk stood behind him. His close friend and captain. Even though he was human, Kirk knew what to say to let Spock know everything was ok.

"Well, Spock! How's she lookin?"

Kirk questions.

Spock straightens himself out and with a proud, non emotional face, then says.

"She is, in human terms, Spick and span!"

Kirk smiles giving Spock a good smack on the shoulder.

"Good! Because I'm about ready to head on a life long adventure. To explore strange new worlds!"

Kirk monologs while he strides over to the Captains chair. His palm slides over the arm rest and guides him to his seat.

"Yes, Captain. We're about ready for launch!"

Kirk smirks and turns to a button on his seat. Once he presses it the button starts broadcasting his voice though the entire ship.

"This is your Captain speaking."

Y/n was in a room with a scanner in their hand when they quickly look up at the speaker.

"We are preparing for Launch now. So to start off our journey. Here's a little quote from the very first Starship Captain. Captain Johnathan Archer."

Y/n smiled hearing the name of a big Historical hero. looking back at the Cadet they were doing a Medical check on. Y/n delicately pushes the Cadets head to the side and presses the scanner against their neck.

"He started the voyage by saying and I quote: 'We're going to stumble, make mistakes - I'm sure more than a few, before we find our footing. But we're going to learn From those mistakes. That's what being explorers is all about.'"

Captain Kirk smiles to himself hearing a few Crew members cheer down the hallway.

"This Voyage will be long. But it's purpose is to bring species together united. To Explore and to forge alliances. With that being said! Everyone hold tight!"

Cadets suddenly run off and hold steady to a rail or to anything nailed down. A brand new ship, Y/n stumbles past everyone while packing up the equipment. They look down at the list of Cadets to check but sees one name still open.

Spock had yet to be checked. With seconds before lift off, Y/n decides that the Bridge Control room isn't too far, and they might be able to make it there on time for launch.

With a little stumble, they make their way past the cadets and run for the lift to the Bridge.

Captain Kirk on the bridge looked at his pilot and smirked.

"Hit it!"

The ship yanks a little at the sudden force blasting them into hyperspace at warpspeed.

Y/n still in the turbo lift gets yanked forward suddenly and their hand slips from the rail with a heavy thud.

Spock holds carefully and waits till they get to an even pace. He watches everyone applaud as the ship steadied and they comfortably sat at hyperspeed.

The Captain pats the pilots on the back and Uhura gives Spock a smiling nod.

The lively energy circled though the bridge, even when Y/n fell through the door holding their head people surrounded them with cheers.

They smiled, clapping along and laughing a little before silence once again fell and everyone returned to their posts.

Uhura walks up to Y/n and shakes their hand. Brief conversation that Spock couldn't hear but he could tell Y/n was anxious.

Their hands clutching onto the medical case and their shoulders tightened into a straight, tense, posture.

"Y/n!" he called.

Y/n runs over to him with a thankful smile.

"Ensign, may I enquire as to your purpose on the bridge?"

Y/n sets their equipment down and stands straight at ease.

"Sir, I was on my way to take your vitals and complete medical check up's. But I was interrupted by launch! And I took the lift-"

During Y/n's anxious ramble, Spock studied her movements and noticed a light trickle of dark blue blood coming from beneath the white hair.

"Ensign."

"Yes sir! I know it was foolish! But I wanted to finish soon to get to other duties-"

"Y/n!" Spock's sudden voice brings Y/n's attention back to look up at him.

The chatter of crewmen in the background started fading out as Y/n's heartbeat took its place.

Spock delicately moves his fingertips to the side of their head and wipes the blood away bringing Y/n's attention to it.

"I.. Fell in the lift." they confess with their hand looking for the point of injury.

Spock looks down at the medical box and lifts it back off the ground.

"Ensign. I will report to Med bay for my medical check up in two hours. For the moment, see to your own medical care. Please."

A soft plea from Spock brought Y/n's heart back to a calm beating. They inhale and exhale slowly, focusing back on the problem at hand.

"Yes sir! I will be ready once you arrive!" Y/n says with a determined smile.

They take the bag with new found bravery but once again shyly smile at Spock before walking to the lift.

Uhura watches Y/n walk off and the doors slide shut as Uhura arrives at Spock's side.

"You saw it too?" Uhura questions still watching the lift doors.

"Yes. No Antenna scaring or any signs of growth. Andorian's antenna usually grow back in a matter of weeks."

Spock turns to Uhura and they start their deduction.

Spock continues :

"I considered the fact that it was a Chemical accident into my theory. However even a chemical wound wouldn't stop antennae from growth."

Uhura taps her finger on her folded arms while nodding in agreement.

"Y/n's accent has no clear signs of being raised in an andorian environment. No matter how faint the accent is. As the Communications officer I can hear it."

Spock takes a tablet off his desk and opens Y/n's profile once more.

"Y/n is not Andorian."

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I had fun writing but I'm not sure If it'll become an ongoing series. 👀🖖If you enjoyed this and want a part two please let me know in the comments!

[justanofficeworker]

TW: This Fic contains kidnapping, dub con, NSFW scenes, Stockholm syndrome among other things. Please do not read if these themes upset or disturb you. That being said, welcome and enjoy the ride.

A/n: Thank you for waiting for this chapter, after like 2 weeks of writers block and not knowing how to pull story beats together its done. I'm gonna start chapter 3 next Monday and hopefully release it before Friday. As always thank you for your support and drop a follow if you like my work.

Chapter 2- The date

You could hear what sounded like rattling metal as you ended your call with Simon. ‘Probably the dog he had mentioned at the store’ you thought to yourself as you began to frantically sift through your closet. It was a simple coffee date, no need to get dolled up. Maybe just a cute top and some jeans. “Yeah this should work “ you say aloud as you lay out your outfit for tomorrow.It had been so long since you went on an actual date.  Sure you had the occasional hook up and to be truthful a lot of them, were not up to snuff. But this coffee date was something to actively look forward to. Simon was polite and patient from what you could tell. He had suggested somewhere highly public and not tried to get you to his place immediately . Maybe all your waiting had finally paid off and you had found an actual nice guy. “Let's just hope he’s not some kind of serial killer” you mused to your house plant as you passed it on the way out your bedroom and to your now cooling bath. Now all you had to do was relax and let tomorrow come. 

Simon pov

Simon was late. Johnny had decided he needed to be a brat as soon as Simon made his way to the front door. Pulling at Simon's belt , murmuring ‘just’ a quickie, fer good luck and’ a clear head’ he had murmured. That quickie ended up being more of a half hour event, with Johnny whining for him to ‘go harder, please sir, wanna feel you while you catch our bird’. Granted Simon did have a clear head as he walked through the door to the small-ish coffee shop you’d agreed to meet him in. Panning his vision across the small space yielded a sight that could make an angel fall. There you sat, eyes wet , idly stirring what looked like a chocolate flavored coffee topped with pink sprinkles. God you looked so dejected , like everything that could go wrong in the world had all happened just before Simon had walked in. Slowly, Simon made his way towards you internally cursing Johnny for being so persuasive in his efforts to hop on his dick and spin. 

“Ello lil bird, I'm sorry to be so late,” Simon remarked as he stopped , right behind Beanie’s chair.

The brown skinned woman sat up quickly , blinking away un-shed tears. “Oh shit, Simon, heeeey. I figured  you wouldn't show” She greeted , turning in her seat. Simon felt lower than low, seeing the wetness in her eyes gather and release a single tear that she quickly wiped away.

“God you must think I'm well and truly an ass' ' Simon retorted with a sad crow “my dog decided he wanted to make a mess right as I was leavin my house. If I had known it would take so long to clean, I would have just left" Simon's eyebrow furrowed at that last remark, sudden anger foreign.

“May i?” he gestured to the chair opposite you. 

Nodding you avert your eyes to look at the door , suddenly thinking about whether or not you should just make a run for it. “ you know normally if someone is this late to a date i leave” you quip , hoping to hide your nerves.

“Yeah? Well I'm honored that you decided to stay. I hate to admit it but you've been on my mind since yesterday. I’ve gotta tell ya I'm curious, who are you , where you've been , what you want and how i can factor into those plans. You are mesmerizing "Simon finished , in awe of you all but glow under his complements. a feeling shoots up your spine as you feel you face heat at the confession.No one had ever said something so deep to you and been genuine . Most of the time guys would say ‘deep’ shit to try to charm their way into your bed. Maybe it was because Simon was hot and made you feel butterflies in very inappropriate areas or maybe his vulnerability was something you craved , you weren't sure yet. You did know that you were going to keep Simon in your life for as long as he would let you cling. Plus he had a dog and everyone loves dogs.

“That's a lofty ask Simon , maybe I'll tell you who i am on this date and for each date I'll answer one of you questions. But you gotta answer them too” you bargain. Simon seems pleased that you want to know him just as much as he wants to know you.

“ Well then Simon, my name is Y/n L/n, most people call me Beanie. I’m 27 and i work from home as a freelance book editor. My favorite desert is flan and house plant tending is my hobby." Beanie formally introduces herself , much like one would do in front of class at the beginning of a school semester.You look at Simon expectantly. 

“ oh um ,’ he starts “My name is Simon Riley, Simon is fine, I'm 37 and I'm a retired military vet. Not by choice mind you, ended up with a bad injury and got discharged with a couple of my men. Now i just garden and take care of an old geezer of a dog.”

You and Simon talked for another hour before the cashier announced the shop would be closing early due to some sort of electrical issue. Simon took this as the perfect time to draw your date to a close and promising that he would text you later. You agreed that it was a good idea to end here and make plans for a later meeting.

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Your second date, a week later , ended up being your idea. A quiet afternoon at a local park for a picnic.

“Well Simon, your next question of where I’ve been” you said propping yourself up on your elbows. “I’ve been to the states, Canada, the Caribbean. Ive got family there , but we don’t talk much. And finally London. I ended up staying and applying for a citizenship after my work visa ran out and i gotta say, i like it here.” You finish with a giggle. You’d been looking forward to this date all week.

Simon was so open and honest, telling at length about his injury and it felt to basically repurpose his life after being discharged. You couldn’t imagine having to reboot how you went about your life so abruptly. He was so strong for that. Handsome, kind and thoughtful, Simon had even gotten you a bouquet of peonies, your favorite flower. You weren't entirely sure how he knew, but it was thoughtful none the less.

Simon looked deep in thought before he responded “ originally born an’ raised in Manchester, though during my military career I've seen all corners of the world , but I’m much more content with the more rural areas of London”. Simon looked off into the distance, surveying the park goers when he caught sight of a black and brown blurred bee lining straight for you.

One second you were turning your head to see what Simon was looking for and the next you were in his lap as a very hyper doberman barreled right through the spot you had been sitting in. A very frantic dog walker yelling an apology as he dashed passed, leash in hand. A giggle tumbled out of your mouth as you watched the pair until they were out of sight. It was only then that you realized , you were suddenly very close to your date.

Your eyes met his and it was kind of like fate. Like the stars had aligned and pushed your two souls into each other's orbit , willing you to meet. Your eyes connect and Simon leans closer.

And closer.

And closer.

Till his lips are just barely ghosting over yours. 'screw this waitin shit' you think as you surge forward, closing the distance and sharing a searing kiss. His lips tasted like the strawberries you had brought and the champagne Simon surprised you with when you had met at his car. It was like everything clicked together and the world stopped for a brief second. Sadly you both had to breath at some point and you pulled away.

"Oh wow" you sighed, almost giddy with the lack of oxygen. "I've never been one to kiss on the second date, but that felt"

"right?" Simon finished your sentence for you. " to be honest I've never felt as comfortable as i do with you." he reveled , holding you close.

You stayed like that for a while, sun beginning to set and the park lights flickering on. Soon it was time for you to leave. You folded and packed away your picnic basket and made your way back to Simon's car. he had insisted that he take you home, the drive to your building was comfortably silent , the radio playing some new love song by an obscure boy band. It didn't occur to you that you hadn't given him your address, too love struck for the thought to register.

The drive wasn't long and soon you were parked outside of your home, Simon slipping out to open your door and walk you up the stairs. "I had a nice time, thank you for the picnic" you say to to Simon suddenly shy as Simon crowded you against the door.He leaned down, close to your ear and said " for our next date , I'll take you somewhere real fancy, wear something pretty for me , ok?" he voice soft and velvety. Planting a quick kiss on your cheek he stepped back and winked. You release a breath you weren't aware you were holding, face hot. "yeeah, yep. c-call me when you get home k!' you stammer as you unlock your door and slip inside under Simon's watchful eyes.

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Simon signed as he watched your door slide shut. Your date was a success and soon, so very soon you would be home with him and johnny. You had felt so soft in his arms and now that he had had a taste of you , there was no substitute. he just had to get you home, without damaging you too much. He had the whole drive home to finalize his thoughts.

Pulling up the gravel drive way , he could see johnny lazing on the front porch, face tight in concentration as he sketched on a drawing pad, near manic in he fervor.

"ech-em" Simon cleared his throat, jolting johnny out of his thoughts, "Jesus, ye big bastard. Did ya need to scare me half to death?" he admonished as he set aside his art supplies. Simon chuckled a the Scot's crassness, "And here i was ready to tell you how my date went with our bird and all i get is yelled at. Maybe I should' Simon trails off as johnny all but bum-rushes him, shouting obscenities as he forcefully pulls Simon towards their front door and into the living room , where he promptly shoves Simon down onto the couch and straddles his lap with an expectant look. " now, tell me everything" johnny pushes , blue eyes wide an waiting.

Simon lets out a warm laugh as his hands run up and down the fat of johnny's ass and thighs, gripping and groping every now and then. "There's my eager puppy. You wanna know all there is to know about our precious bird, dont'cha?" Simon pulling his lover close so he can whisper into his ear. “Her favorite fruit is strawberries, want to taste?” He teases as johnny rears back and smashes his lips with Simon’s. Johnny can only whine as Simon's tongue slip's past his lips.

They had much to 'discuss'.

[ryomens-vixen]

90s!BF-GOJO SATORU HEADCANONS

I'll try to make this as Diverse as I can so-

(H/T) = Hair Texture

(E/C) = Eye Color

(H/C) = Hair Color

(B/T) = Body Type (🍎, 🍐, slim, etc you get it)

(S/C) = Skin Color

CW: Minor🔞 DNI, 🤏 of Smut, Fluff, Idk whatever else comes to my head.

Word count: Ion fckin know 🤷🏾‍♀️ Have Fun and don't forget to ❤ and Reblog!

90sBF!Gojo Who would roll up to your house in his black 1992 Pontiac Firebird blasting Sir-mix-Alot's ride, You could just hear it from the comfort of your bedroom. How did you know you were going somewhere? Did Suguru snitch on you again? Of course he would that's his homeboy for fuck sakes, Either Satoru would make you talk to him one way or another even if that meant disturbing the old folks that lived next door.

90sBF!Gojo who'd roll his window down at the sight of you walking out in (Your outfit of Choice),while peaking over his dark round shades Satoru wore a White sleeveless tank top, gold chain, and grey sweats.

"Gyattdaaamn~ Well would yah getta look at you, baaaby~ Looking good f'me and not anyone else I hope."

He had that cocky little smirk etched across his face, he knew exactly what he was doing showin up over here looking as good as he did and cocky as always. Boy did he get on yo nerves sometimes.

You stood atop of the porch, hand on hip staring at him with an annoyed expression written across your face.

"Gojo-"

"It's Satoru, baby... Or Toru for short yah know since you was screaming it a couple nights ago. So, instead of having a that lil attitude how bout you come get in the car and let TORU fix it."

When ya dance, I'm on ya 🎶

When ya walk, I'm on ya 🎶

When ya moan, I'm on ya 🎶

I'm that nasty dog and I tried to warn ya

To the 'tel, to the 'tel we go 🎶

Don't need a bed 'cause I'm good on the floor 🎶

When a chocolate masterpiece walks by- 🎶

90sBF!Gojo who sweet talked you enough to let him take you somewhere, at least it was a lot better than where you intended on going. Parked in an empty parking lot, one leg hanging out the window loosing a shoe in the process, other on the dashboard, seat laid back with Satoru giving you the best toe curling, soul lifting, overstimulating head imaginable while sir-mix-alot still played. Satoru knew just how to fix that attitude of your nothing, but some head and good dickin to cure it, and if he could he would freak you all damn day until you're either drunk on dick or too asleep to even remember what you were mad at him about.

90sBF!Gojo who took you to the basketball court to watch him play b-ball with Kento, Suguru, Ryomen And Toji right after making you wet up his seats and dashboard with your juices, man did he love it when you made his car smell like coochie... Yeah Satoru was freak nasty, but not as Nasty as his home boys, but only you would know that.

90sBF!Gojo who also enjoys hittin a blunt or two while you're giving him & Suguru head in their shared apartment.

[Now for some Fluff]

90sBF!Gojo who enjoyed gazing into your beautiful (E/C) eyes every chance he could because he loved the way you'd get nervous and fidgety everytime he made eye contact with you. He especially loved it when you'd avert your eyes elsewhere to avoid him, all for his to get up make his way over to you and grab you chin. With that smile ooh... That smile on his face as he makes you stare into his eyes until you're nothing, but putty in his hands.

90sBF!Gojo who enjoys buying you all types of earrings, bracelets, and necklaces as a way of showing you that you're his.

90sBF!Gojo who sits outside your house, Suguru holding a boom box in hand blasting "Nobody by Keith Sweat" while Gojo lip sync, Kento was also there as moral support, but can't help but to feel the second hand embarrassment listening to you cuss Satoru out from your window, and him screaming the lyrics as the ass crack of night. Maybe if he wasn't flirtin with that trick at the grocery store, then neither one of you would be in this position.

90sBF!Gojo Who enjoys helping you brush and style your (H/C) & (H/T) on days where you just don't feel like it or don't have the money to get it done yourself.

90sBF!Gojo who constantly talks about a getting out of the hood and marrying you one day, but also teasing you about having Suguru move in whenever that happens.

90sBF!Gojo Who gets all his Romantic ideas from Kento and Suguru because he doesn't have a clue about being Romantic in the slightest, but he knows he wants to treat you like the Queen you are.

90sBF!Gojo who takes you out of town on these expensive dates where you don't even have a clue about how much he's spent because he won't tell you. He wouldn't want your pretty little head to worry about some silly numbers.

90sBF!Gojo who introduced you to Toji's son Megumi who he and Suguru were taking care of while Toji was once again, in jail for something he shouldn't have been doing in the first place.

90sBF!Gojo who watched as you played around with megumi from time to time, hugging him, kissing his face, styling his hair, carrying him around on your hip as if he wasn't big boy enough to walk on his own. It Gojo realize how much he really wanted to marry you and have kids with you, you're the perfect mother for his children in his eyes.

90sBF!Gojo who loved feeling on your (B/T) shaped body and kissing on your beautiful, soft (S/C) where ever he could get his lips and hands on. He just loved the feel of you it didn't matter what you were doing. You could breathe and he'd come over just to put his hand and plump lips on you.

90sBF!Gojo who would wake you up with kisses and the smell of breakfast in the morning.

90sBF!Gojo who would embarrass you with his need for PDA if anyone tried to flirt with you while he is with you. The way he would grab a hand full of your ass and immediately shove his tongue into mouth is ridiculous. Just to drive off one person? Yes. Yes it was necessary TO HIM. Meanwhile you're squirming and pounding at his chest for him to stop because you're in public.

90sBF!Gojo who would teasingly call you his ole lady, even though he's the one that older than you. You just look like you're older than him because of his luscious skin and beautiful features.

90sBF!Gojo who can't handle his alcohol at all, waking up whining to you about his hangover and how he'll never drink with the boys again. He's so cute when he's all whiny and needy- So you end up taking care of him and staying in bed the rest of the day, I mean you DID warn him not to drink to much cause he's a lightweight.

90sBF!Gojo who would definitely go shopping for matching outfits with you.

90sBF!Gojo who can't stand not being away from you for more than a day. Yeah I missed his best friend Suguru after days of spending the night at your place, but he has to go back home and he's a LOT needier than you are. He'll sit at the apartment all quiet, pouty, and pissy because he wants to be in your arms longer, listen to your sweet voice, feel your hands massage that spot at the back of his head that sleeps so good it makes him sleepy.

90sBF!Gojo Who calls you complaining during boys night about how Suguru, Kento, Ryomen, and Toji are "fuckin wit him" about you and it's making him mad. All for you to laugh at him and the boys playfully telling them to leave him alone before you come over there.

90sBF!Gojo who after a long frustrating day at work where he was a teacher. Comes to your crib uninvited just to lay on you and decompress, dealing with a bunch of bratty, snort nose, whiny ass kids just wasn't his cup of tea yet he was so good with children! Even Megumi is in his class and Megumi loves gojo... Sorta.

90sBF!Gojo who randomly brings up possibly having kids with him and how he's already thinking of baby names, like if it was a boy he's name would be (x name) or if it was a girl her name would be (x name).

90sBF!Gojo who talks about where he should get your name tattooed on him, maybe his neck, or his back, maybe his arm, or maybe.. Just maybe on his sexy V-Line that you loved outlining with your finger tips whenever he was shirtless.

90sBF!Gojo who would annoying call your mom or you dad on you to make you talk to him when all else fails. Oh did your parents love Satoru he was already an in law in their eyes, but oh did you fuckin HATE when he does that shit like you weren't going to talk to him in a few days.

90sBF!Gojo who would get a stern talking from your father the first time you brought him home to your parents, hoping to God he doesn't embarrassing.

I hope you all enjoyed this was so hard so me to do 😵💫 there was so much going on around me during the making of this, BUT PLEASE DON'T COPY OR PLAGIARIZE My work, I worked really hard on this.

[turtledovenycx]

Heyy I Hope youre doing well can I request reader being on her period and having cramps so she’s really irritable. When Hyunjin comes home and says he has stomachache she thinks he’s just teasing her and doesn’t believe him but then she realizes he’s actually sick and takes care of him 🤞🏽💙

note: Hey lovely, I hope you did not wait long. Sorry I'm late but I wanted this to be perfect I think I went a lil overboard lol. I wrote and rewrote it a lot but then I decided this is the best <33333 I hope this lives up to your expectations and it is what you pictured. Stay happy <3

waiting to hear from you again with your thoughts on this 💙

_nyx.☽༊˚

Any soft song of your choice

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐅𝐖

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧

𝐭𝐚𝐠: 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐖.𝐂 𝟐.𝟏𝐤

𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐠𝐲𝐧𝐲 (𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧), 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐮𝐤𝐞/𝐯𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐭 (𝐧𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬.)

ɴᴏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ

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Fucking cramps ugh. Waking up to more cramping pain in your lower abdomen was the starting sign of your day’s downfall. The lack of iron in your body made your head spin and feel heavy it was like a never leaving hangover. The second day of your period was always the worst, with pain in your stomach combined with soreness throughout your body and sometimes your lower back also hurt it just felt so bad. You cursed at the higher powers for inheriting your mother's horrible PMS and dysmenorrhea rather than her good looks. 

Begrudgingly you did your morning routine sticking to the most basic skincare. You could not focus properly so you decided to take a leave of absence from your work. That call, however, did not go well your mood turned sour because honestly what the fuck!

 Your asshole of a manager lacked empathy and a female reproductive system so along with your morning coffee you heard an earful of how women were using periods as an excuse in the workplace. You really needed this job so you had no choice but to hear his nasty word and bite your tongue praying your mouth does not run. Colorful words were spoken in whispers so that you don't fully regret not saying anything. The dick granted you leave but it would cost a small cut from your salary. 

“Sir, but..”

“No buts. You can either come to work or produce a health certificate for paid leave. It's company policy.” 

Motherfucker. Fucking ass, dick! cun-

“I’ll bring the health certificate on Monday thanks for your time,” you say ending the call after hearing his grunt and flipping off the blank screen. You hoped a pigeon would shit on him and his over-gelled hair. Dickhead. Now you had to figure out how to get a medical certificate for periods. 

Fuck this. 

The day carried on, the meds did not help you one bit. Hyunjin was the one who usually restocked your supplies since you worked night shifts a lot, but this time however he had brought the painkillers with a lower dosage. You resorted to eating three or four pills before calculating that to reach at least 200 mg you would have to eat twenty pills!

“This is crazy. Aaah!’” you screamed into your empty apartment. 

These breakdowns left you irritable and cranky, the smallest inconvenience making you angry. You tried to control it but since there was no way to release the tension it kept growing and growing and growing until you would blow up on the next person you saw sadly it was your sweet and sometimes dumb boyfriend.

Hyunjin had let himself into your apartment to find you hunched over the kitchen island, the smell of soup prominent in the flat as it boiled on the stove. He knew you were on your period so he kept his footsteps as light as possible not wanting to disturb you, Poor baby startled you instead. 

“Jesus fuck Hyunjin. Makes some noise would you,” you yelled when he had placed his hands on your shoulder. 

He flinched, “Sorry baby. Are you okay?” he asked arms reaching to hug you. You were sweaty so you declined the hug not knowing he needed it more. In the haze of your irritation, you had failed to notice that his face was paler than usual. Hyunjin had left work feeling nauseous. He had a stomach bug, nothing serious but his leader recommended he take rest. 

“No, I’m not okay Hyunjin, I’ve been in pain since the morning and I don't have the right medicines and Nothing is helping me. My boss is an asshole-” 

“Your medicines are not right?” he asked confused. 

“No, they are not they barely do anything you brought the small dose ones. If you are not sure what to get just leave it I’ll buy it.”

“I’m sorry,” he says palm resting on your shoulder as he leans into you.

“My tummy hurts,” you whine, crouching over but you sounded so adorable Hyunjin could not help but laugh. “My tummy hurts,” he said whining too, little did you know he meant it. Misunderstanding the situation you got mad thinking Hyunjin was mocking you like the dramatic ass he was. “It’s not funny Hyunjin. Try bleeding for seven days every month and working a full-time job,” you say turning off the stove and not bothering to eat. “Baby no I have a stomach bu-” You stormed out of the kitchen leaving behind a confused Hyunjin. He did not mean to make fun of you. His stomach felt weird but you paid no heed to the man as you slammed the bedroom shut. “Shit-” he sighed into the empty kitchen. Slamming doors in your home meant one thing, ‘I don't wanna talk!’ he decided it was best to leave you alone.

Tears spring to your eyes, and feeling dejected and exhausted you cry. You were not sobbing but they were tears of frustration. Guilt seeped in you felt bad for lashing out at Hyunjin but as you heard the sound of utensils through the door you figured he was helping himself with food. Unreasonably this pissed you off more so you decided to sleep it off instead. Your fatigue caught up to you the sleep overpowering your pain as you slipped into slumber tear stained cheek and all. 

Contrary to your thoughts Hyunjin did not eat he was simply putting the soup away and cleaning the kitchen. He understood why you reacted the way you did so being the sweetheart he is he warmed up your hot bag and opened the door a little to peak. Seeing you curled up into a ball on your side broke his heart. He softly entered the room and checked if you were fast asleep. It appeared that you were out like a light so Hyunjin adjusted your body to lay in such a way that the heat pad was resting securely on your abdomen. Then he covered you with the duvet and fidgeted with the AC temp he knew you liked it to be cold so that you could wrap yourself in something warm. The furrows in your brow were slowly replaced with a look of peace. He rubbed your leg for a few moments before wrapping you in the warm blanket and giving you your favorite Jiniret to hug. Once he ensured you were comfortable the tired man slipped out and went to the couch to get some rest. His bowels were in discomfort and he still wanted to throw up, he resorted to gulping down glasses of water and going to sleep. 

.

You woke to the sound of retching from your bathroom, the cramps had subsided the 60 mg finally working in your body. It tugged on your heart when you noticed the temperature in the room, the blanket, the heating water bag, and your Jiniret. You felt like an even bigger asshole than your boss, at least that dick treated someone he did not know personally like shit while you treated the love of your life like garbage. Hyunjin hurled his stomach into the toilet and it clicked inside your head that he was sick. Groaning at your ignorance and rubbing your face you got up from your cozy cocoon and opened the bedroom door. He was still locked in the bathroom but you noticed the spare blanket on the couch. Poor Hyunnie must have been awful sleeping on the couch especially when his long legs won't fit in unless he is curled up. You notice the little green puke basket nearby. Shit, you messed up. 

The bathroom door revealed a tired Hyunjin who had just washed his face, he stopped in his tracks as he saw you standing in the hallway. You turned around to see your boy sick. 

“I’m sorry baby.” you cried as you ran to hug him, you tried to be as gentle as you could not wanting to disturb his body, but Hyunjin did not speak for a few seconds. Thinking he was angry at you you tried to give him space but his long arms brought you back into the embrace. You breathed a sigh of relief, a million apologies leaving you. 

“I’m so sorry, I was such an ass,” you repeat fingers moving his hair out of his face before placing sweet kisses on his wet skin. 

Hyunjin just hummed, he was leaning his whole weight on you now. 

“Did you eat?” you ask, your boyfriend shakes his head before hiding on your neck. “Oh sweetie,” you say as you bring him into the bedroom. The air is cool so immediately Hyunjin finds himself wrapped in a fluffy blanket. He held your hands eyes worried as you began to retreat. 

“I’m just gonna grab you some food,” you reassured after making sure he was lying down on a raised pillow. 

.

The soup had become cold, but you reheated it. You searched through the cabinets for tea sachets as ginger tea is good for upset stomachs. After preparing the food you put them all in a tray and grabbed a pack of Advil just in case he became feverish and went to your room.

Hyunjin was having cramps too so he did not sleep, he was sitting cross-legged and crouching over trying to make himself into a small ball.

“Baby, eat this will help,” you say putting the tray on the nightstand before grabbing the bowl. 

“I’ll throw up, I don’t want to eat,” he says turning away. 

“If you throw up I will clean it but if you don’t eat you might get gas and it will hurt more.” you explained, “Please just try eating half the bowl.” your hands held the food in front of him.

After a few moments of consideration, he opened his mouth welcoming the spoonful of hot clear soup, even though he said he didn’t want to eat Hyunjin must have been famished because he ate the whole thing in a short time, taking control of the spoon with his hand. 

You watched him carefully leaving to help yourself to some soup too, the two of you sat in your bed eating without saying much.

“You don’t have a fever so it’s not stomach flu,” you say checking his temperature and helping him back into the covers. He had a quick shower and brushed his teeth. 

“It's probably because of the street food you had yesterday.”

“Hey! You had it too.”

“Yes, but I only had one serving whereas you had almost three.”

“I was craving it,” he said lips all pouty as you smiled for the first time in that day at his cute antics. 

Seeing your smile, Hyunjin’s face brightened up too. He was feeling better no longer nauseous now he waited for his stomach to settle. 

“I’ll let you sleep,” you say clearing the bedside table and beginning to exit the room before you feel a tug on your arm. 

“You will come back to bed right?” your boyfriend asked whispering, his brown eyes almost sparkling, face red, and bottom lip jutting out. Any other human form making that face was an instant cringe for you except him.  You nodded as he reluctantly let you go. 

When you slipped back into bed after chores you were certain Hyunjin was asleep. But warm hands wrapped around your figure from behind his head resting between your shoulder blades, you turned around to hug the lean man spooning him as he tucked himself on your chest. 

“Hyunnie, are you asleep?” you whispered Hyunjin stirring at the use of his name, 

“No,” he whispered back before looking up at you. You felt guilty again as you stared into his eyes in the dim glow of the nightlight. 

“I’m sorry baby. I will try to control my emotions during my periods. I had a rough day okay. I’m so sorry.” you said fingers brushing his hair back as he closed his eyes. 

“It’s okay, I’m not mad at you,” he says eyes drooping as they get tired. “What happened?” he still asked despite almost falling asleep.

“I’ll explain tomorrow.” 

“I love you babe,” he says kissing your collarbone,

 “I-. I love you so much,” you say placing a long kiss on his forehead and turning to switch off the night lamp. When you turned around Hyunjin was snoring lightly hands holding you tight to him as he slept on your chest. You knew you were going to properly apologies to him once you guys were feeling better tomorrow but knowing that this boy loved you even when you messed up was such a warm feeling. Sleep called you once again as the two of you lay limbs tangled under his favorite fuzzy blanket.

𝘋𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘺, 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘺𝘤𝘹 ©

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝

tagging 🏷️: @comet-falls @noellllslut

Let me know if you want to be tagged I might start a tag list if a lot of you guys want it. For now it is just my two lovelies I have on here <3

[baizhoobies]

Kunikida x gn!Reader - Birthday Special

A/N: Super quick lil drabble for my favourite BSD character. Happy birthday to the most baby girl ever.

Warnings: suggestive! 18+

6:00: Despite it being my birthday, I chose to wake up the same time as I usually would on a work day. I noticed Y/N slept through my alarm. I chose not to wake them.

6:30: I am dressed, though my red ribbon that I use as a bow tie daily is missing. I am frustrated to say the least, even my spares are missing. If I am to remain on time of my schedule, I will have to make do without it.

7:30: I left the apartment for work, I decided not to disturb my partner’s sleep; though they seemed to stir when I gave them a goodbye kiss on the forehead.

7:55: Arrived 5 minutes early. Time to begin todays work.

Even on his birthdays, Kunikida worked harder than he usually would. He’d overexert himself, trying his best to not allow obstacles get in his way of his schedule (to which Dazai cannot resist messing with). As Kunikida stared at his computer screen, around 9am he gets a text message from you. Something along the lines of: “Happy Birthday Doppo, I love you I love you I love you 🥳🎂💕” followed by a “actually, I take it back because you left without saying goodbye 😡”

Of course, Kunikida apologised but thought it best to let you sleep as it was your day off; just because he was a stickler for following his schedules, he never subjected you to adhere to his rules. There was a part of him that wanted to book work off just to spend time with you for his birthday - though the very thought of breaking his schedule for a day gave him shivers.

Like most days, if something was amiss with the punctual Kunikida, Dazai’s observational skills were top notch. He questioned Kunikida on his lack of tie, to which Kunikida had nothing nice to say in return to his bastard partner. Though, he did think where they could have gone, he almost felt naked without it. He tried to pay it no mind until he texts you, asking if you moved them or at least seen them. Your only response was a 🤷 and he didn’t ask further.

-

Once the work day is complete he walked home, notebook in hand and read over all that happened that day, and all that will happen tomorrow. Another work day. He sighs but is eager to get home, he wonders what he’ll get up to to celebrate - he wouldn’t usually care, birthdays are just another day. but he knew that you wanted to make him feel special - one of the many qualities he loved about you.

“Y/n I’m back” Kunikida called out, expecting you to be in the living room, however, as he walked into his apartment, his eyes glanced downwards and thats when he sees something that drained the blood from his face and his spirit to jump out of his body. There you were, wearing nothing but your underwear, kneeling down at the front door to greet your boyfriend. (What a good little house spouse you are)

The more he looked, the more he took note of one defining feature; one of Kunikida’s red ribbons tied around your neck.

“Welcome home, birthday boy” you looked up at him, seductively smiling; this image was one that would sear into his brain forever.

“Y/N?” A deep blush raises to Kunikida’s cheeks, he tries to cover his face with his hands but his gaze does not escape your figure. You look so soft so…tempting.

“Happy birthday sir~” You cooed, standing up and practically floating over to him, you brought a hand up to stroke his jaw before kissing his heated cheek. Your actions sent tingles down his spine and his skin goosebumps.

“I ahhh” Kunikida shuddered “This is is a pleasant surprised but…” his eyes traced your figure once more, all sorts of naughty thoughts came into his mind, especially you being bent over a desk, him thrusting into you from the back and pinning you with his weight; with that came the image of his ribbon tightly wrapped around his hand as he tugs at your throat like some sort of makeshift leash and collar. What made it extra hot for him was that it was his ribbon he regularly wore to work, he wondered whether he should wear it tomorrow at the agency’s office, would it still smell of you?

“I thought to treat you to something on your special day” You stroke at his chest, your hand travels down his torso and dangerously close to his trouser zipper. You were about for go even further before he took your wrist and sternly looked at you.

“I was looking for this tie all this morning, if I had known that you’d use it inappropriately I would have…” Kunikida rambled on, scolding you because you had stolen his ribbons, all of them, and you only used one? Why couldn’t you have just taken one and allowed him to wear one of the others. He only lectured you because it was the best way for him to avoid his feelings of lust and desire - which even after being in a secure, established relationship, if intimacy time is not scheduled, he will be caught off guard and will not know what to do. He does however, always find his way with a little bit of help from you.

“And another thing-” Kunikida is interrupted with a long, passionate kiss, and just like magic, his hands find themselves at your hips, a slight purring at the back of his throat and his eyes flutter shut. It takes a special kind of person to ground Kunikida, and you certainly didn’t mind it; he was your sweet hot-headed boyfriend and you loved him dearly.

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

I want your thoughts on OP blorbos X Pokemon. What team? Would they vibe with a certain type? Which starter? (Can be normal starter or any Pokémon). Do they spoil their babies? How'd they meet?

Sidenote, would they like the Pokémon games??

No not my earliest ever hyperfixation no no no you musn't--

AAAAGH I CANNOT

I'M

I have O P I N I O N S

Sanji's getting a water type. I associate him with water, do not ask why, I just do. I'm leaning heavily toward Marill. Chunky lil guy that would be perfectly happy hanging out in the kitchen, can even assist with the dreaded task of dishwashing, they are perfect together.

Zoro gets a Snorlax. I don't think I need to elaborate, but I'll offer two words: sleepy powerhouses.

Shanks has a Growlithe. He identifies heavily with his flamey lil puppy and it is his absolute best friend in the entire world. The ship is in imminent danger of catching fire.

Benn Beckman has a Poliwrath. It both helps assist in keeping his dippy captain in line, as well as putting out all the fires that him and Growlithe keep "accidentally" setting.

Mihawk is getting a Skarmory. A mfing bird made of swords? How could he not??

Sir Crocodile gets Meowth. Not a Meowth, but the Meowth. Team Rocket's Meowth. Because he reminds me of Giovani and I will not be accepting critique on this opinion. That's his shrewd lil business partner guy and he is spoiled rotten and never ever taken for granted again.

Buggy why is that Mr. Mime following you around and immitating you this is getting a little disturbing--

Bogard has a Houndour that he's trained to attack Garp's ankles whenever he's being too...you know. Too Garpy.

Cora-san has been adopted by a nurse-assistant Chansey previously employed at a PokeCenter, who was particularly concerned about his clumsiness and potential for constantly injuring himself.

Doflamingo gets a fckin Lvl 1 Magicarp. I'm still mad at him about Cora. Like maybe by the time it's a Gyarados I'll be over it, but it's going to take a LONG TIME.

I'm short circuiting on who would like the Pokemon games because I cannot understand people who do not like the Pokemon games, that was half my entire childhood. I may need to come back to the rest of this at a later date.

[tr1ckysp00k]

Just one bite?

Part 2 ~boss to bud~

Warning [¿suggestive?]

Enjoy! <3

You had one hand cupping your chin, the car under you would vibrate and hit bumps ever so often. You would look out your window the world coming a blur. You’re eyes were getting heavy at the vibrating of the car, wanting to fall asleep where you were.

Suddenly you where fully awoken by the police men, who were generous enough to give you a ride to safety, informing you that you had arrived to your destination! You slowly got yourself up, and shuffled your arm through the handling of your bag, while grabbing the other with a free hand.

“Be Safe out there {ma’am/sir}.”

The cop bid you adieu, then drove off. You waved them by when suddenly you were embraced with massive hands throwing you into the air. You squealed.

“*y/n*! How nice to see ya’!”

Bob hug you tightly, engulfing every inch of your waist with large arms.

“EEK! N-nice to see you too!” You managed to breathe out. His grip loosening a bit, still hugging you.

“Sorry lamb chops, just got a lil’ excited when you said you were comin’ over!” He stated a large grin took over his face along with a tint of red.

“How sweet of you!” You slopped a bit in his arms, charmed.

“Let’s get ya inside! Bet you’re cold and hungry.” He tossed your legs into his arms, before taking you into his humble abode. He sat you into a empty chair in the dining room, which was separated from the living room by a wall that was decorated with paintings. Your eyes flickered around the room. You never had stepped foot into your bosses house before.

The stove was giving off delightful sizzles, bob hummed to himself while cooking you up some food. You were trying to be patient, you haven’t eaten in a while. Bob then asked what had happened? What made you want to stay over?

You glanced down at the table, taking a rather shaky breath in before explaining everything. He gave a stun look, not knowing how to respond. He walked over to you, a pan in his hand and a tong in the other. Patting your back telling you, you were okay now! You felt safe with him. He slid some food into your empty plate, your eyes glistening. The Heavenly scent alone made you drool. You stuffed a fork-full into your month with no hesitation, bob would stare at you with heart in his eyes as you continuously praised and thanked him for the delicacy he made just for you.

You make conversation, you and him would throw words back and forth. Then you got a heavy feeling in your eyes, you started getting tired. Bob took notice of this and swooped you into his arms, Once again squealing softly at his sudden embrace. He was unpredictable.

He took you in the room, and gently placed you into his bed, as if you were the most delicate being in the world. Once tucked in he headed for the door,

“I’ll join you in a bit, ima clean up the kitchen first!”

He began to head off before you stopped him,

“That- that’s not necessary! I can sleep on the couch!”

You were cut off with a ‘ah!’, As he responded with a smile.

“Nonsense! Only the best for you! Besides, we wanna make sure your safe with me. We don’t want that devil guy getting to you again? Now do we?”

You hesitatingly nodded, he gave you on last smile before leaving the room. You laid yourself down, cowering in the puffy comforter that he tucked you into. You silently cried, in fear of the intruder finding you, and finishing the job. What worried you most wasn’t you getting hurt, but bob.

Soon after you started drifting off, you tears dried up on your cheeks. Light steps were heard before you fell into the warmth of slumber.

•morning• •time; 7:15•

You were awoken by the morning dove playing it’s delightful tune. Still a bit tired. You squeezed your eyes before opening them, in which you were greeted with a surprise.. Bob was spooning you. You wanted to scream but instead came a soft squeak. You didn’t want to disturb him, he looked peaceful. You try moving out of his arms but instead was pulled into his chest. You didn’t know how to react, so many emotions waved over you at once. You rested your head, taking in his embrace. The alarm went off disturbing you and him. Awoken from his slumber, one of his arms tiredly stretched over to the clock, hitting a button to make its ear-ringing screaming stop. You squeezed your eyes shut, pretending to still be asleep. Bob looked at you in awe, shifting himself a bit while messing with a strand of your hair.

“You wanna stay where you are, or do ya wanna get up?”

He teased a bit wanting to see your flustered reaction in which you obliged. You covered you face in his chest while frantically mumbling to yourself.

“Such a bashful thing you are.”

He cooed. You quickly got yourself up, and excused yourself to the bathroom, continuously tripping on your own feet to the door.

You washed your face, reaching to your tooth brush. It wasn’t there. Perhaps you left it at home.

“I’m sure I packed it somewhere-“ you mumbled under your breath. Your scavenger hunt was interrupted by bob’s gentle tapping on the door, informing you dinner was ready! You told him you’d be out in a jiffy, which was finished with a giggle.

“‘Jiffy’ heh heh, what a silly word” you muttered.

Once you gave up trying to treasure trove for a missing tooth brush. You stumbled to the dining room, which was decorated with streams of smoke, and scented of bacon! You plopped yourself in a chair, rubbing the sleep out your eyes.

He placed food on your plate. You once again inhaled it. You loved bobs cooking. The same expression in his face was equivalent to how much you enjoyed his cooking, the cooking he put his heart into.

He got himself up from the chair he was sat in and stated he was going out to shop.

“Do you need anything, doll?” He hummed.

“Nope! Nothing I can think of!” He happily responded.

As he made his way to the door, he was put to a halt when you yelled,

“WAIT WAIT WAIT!” He turned to you a bit startled by the sudden loud tone that put him to a stop.

“I need a toothbrush! And- and some munchies!”

“Munchies?”

“Like Chips! Im craving something salty!”

He gave a light frown.

“I don’t think you should be eating junk food at this time, lamb chops.”

You huffed a bit “please?”

He chuckled “I suppose I can’t get ya’ ‘em munchies, though I worry-“

“GIVE ME THEM MUNCHIES”

“Alright! Alright!” He scurried out the door before turning back and giving you a soft ‘bye’ in which you smiled as a response.

Once hearing the door click you ram to the fridge, swiftly opening it.

“Oo pickles!”

You hurried to grab the container and open the lid, enjoying that sweet, satisfying crunch of the salty and sour delicacy.

-time skip-

You slumped on the couch, having no interest in the tv nor your phone. A sudden idea popped in your head. You decided to look around the house! You got up from your pillow cocoon and shuffled around the house, opening all kinds of cabinets and drawers. Pantries and closets. Prancing all around the house until you reached the masters bedroom. You stumbled upon a particular closet which had grayish paint peeling from it. You opened the closet, greeted by oversized clothes. Your shuffled through the pants and shirts when something caught your eye. .

It was a sweater. It looked so similar to what the killer was wearing. How odd. You never saw bob where this before. Could this be a coincidence?

Suddenly you were startled by two hands squeezing your hips.

“What ‘cha doin!” He yelled, awaiting your frightened reaction.

“BOB! WHAT THE HELL!” He laughed at you at your startled own.

“Easy lamb chops! Don’t want ‘cha having a heart attack now do we?” He chuckled breathlessly, tears in his eyes.

“THEN WHY SCARE ME LIKE THAT!?” You’d yell at him, in a jokingly manner.

He leaned till your face was at level with his, his eyes half lidded.

“Because you’re too darn cute when yer startled.”

A flush of red took over your face, in shock of his response. THIS. WAS. YOUR. BOSS.

“Do- do you have my chips?” You quickly changed subject, him rising himself with a smile across his face.

“Their on the table, doll.” He said in a soft tone. You’d head out the door, leaving him where he was. He stayed behind, his smile turning into a small frown as he turned to the sweater you were ‘mesmerized’ by. He pushed the door softly, letting it close itself.

“VEGGIE CHIPS?” You yelled

The man shrugged, while smirking.

“I WANTED SOMETHING CHEESY!”

“You said salty not cheesy.” He grinned.

You huffed, tilting up your head as you marched out of the room. You were still going to eat them anyways.

You both ate a hearty meal, then headed to the couch to watch some tv. Letting him pick a movie for yall. You were already itching to grab your phone and scroll through the web. You let your impulsive thought take over, grabbing your phone that was resting in your pocket, then unlocking it.

Bob watched over your shoulder for a bit, before snatching your phone.

“Nuh-uh we are watchin’ this! Not fidgeting with your lil gadget!”

You whined “but I wanna see if-“

Bob cut you off by shushing you,

“Nope can’t do that, dove!”

“Hmph!” You responded in which left him to chuckle.

“Heh. . How cute.”.

You paused, not by bashfulness, not this time. Those words. That voice. It was so familiar-

Your thoughts were interrupted by bob eruption of laughter. Which brought a smile on your face.

He was more than your boss

He was a friend.

I swear part three will be much better. Anyways thank you for reading!

[morticiahumbertunderwood]

Leech

MDNI - 18+ - smut - fluff - blood - violence - trauma - ptsd

"…" - talk '…' - thoughts cursive - flashbacks

1. Fight or flight

It was a cold winter morning in London. You woke up with the usual headache in a messy room, blinds letting in the blueish early light without a care of your state. The radio was tuning in just in time with the newest catastrophies of this world. "Two people killed, five injured in another terrorist attack by the infamous Al-Qatala. We can confirm that one of the victims…" You sigh and rub your eyes. 'Another one…great. Khaled won't stop any sooner I guess. Hopefully they leave me out of it this time.'

A man with a skull mask is getting into a black van. Ghost. Inside are soldiers staring at him, not saying a word. The air is so thick, you can cut through it with a broken blade. Nobody dares to say a thing as the big man sits down and slams the back door shut. The man on the passenger seat turns around and gives a short motivational speech as the engine starts. "Right chaps, let's get this straight, it's too early for anyone to disturb us. But…as some fellows need to work as early as we do, try to keep them alive and quiet. He or she is probably asleep and we have an easy target. Not on the silver plate but a pretty lil' bird we can catch without causing havoc, right?" Everyone nods and looks around. "Are you all deaf, answer your captain when he asks!?", Ghost barks out. The voice so raspy and deep, the hair on everyone's neck standing up by now. "Sir, yes sir!", the soldiers shout. Clashing their weapons against their heavy armed chest rigs and vests. The captain now looking through the faces and landing his eyes on the skull. "Keep an eye on my boys out there Lieutenant. 's the first big thing for them and I don't want to lose all of them right away, clear?" "Copy that, sir!" The captain just nods with a mischievous grin and his thumb and pointing finger slightly lifting his boonie as if it was a cylinder. Captain Price. Ghost nodding shortly with glistening eyes, black eye paint smeared around them, his eyelashes almost white from the faint light on the car's roof.

You start to stand up walking towards the old coffee machine and turning it on. The cup under reads SEE YA LATER FOLKS with a cute old drawing of a little girl waving goodbye and walking into an airport. Just like the drawings in your old orphange books. And it depicts perfectly what you can do best. Leave. You always were quick to get away when the situation got sticky. Same went with working for Khaled. You were there for the job but as quick as you were in installing your explosive artwork, the same went for leaving the scene before the big blow. Your whole life you ran away from any big thing. It was easier. Cleaner. Quiet. At least in your mind. The other children in the orphanage gave you a nickname and it suited your whole life. Leech. You only took what you needed, sucked out the next big fat thing without any regards and without causing a big scene. The pain came crouching and slow and without big recognition. As soon as they saw you…you were gone. That way you always had enough food, enough money, enough safety. You listened to the song in the radio, an old classic and shook your head. The coffee warmed your insides and you sighed into the mug. Any minute the only other person awake at this unholy hour would close his apartment door and start walking to the staircase with a rather quiet whistle on the lips while the old flooring is creaking under his big boots. The big bellied neighbour who went for work. The only constant in your life giving you a perimeter for safety. You waited in your usual position against the counter and listened to the door next to yours closing. 'There he goes, old man.' The whistling started, you smiled slightly into your mug. He walked by your door. The floor creaked in a familiar tone. 'Now the stairs.', you thought to yourself. The steps grew further away and suddenly the whistling stopped. Why did it stop? The floor was also not creaking as it should anymore. 'Wait a minute. What…' BOOM You turned around and as you saw your door being kicked in like cardboard and out of its hinges, your coffee mug fell down and shattered into pieces, hot coffee hitting your bare feet and legs. "Shit!" You started to think, but your brain was not fast enough. Not awake enough. Fight or flight? Fight? Or flight? 'Shit!?'

The two vans made halt in front of an old apartment building. The cold wind roaring through the narrow street. Each of the 6 soldiers got off their respective car and ready as quiet as possible. The drivers remained in their seats in case of a quick retreat or failure. The captain checked his boonie, tucked one hand into the upper part of his vest and lit the prepared cigar in his mouth with the other. The spark illuminated his face as he inhaled deeply. Removing the cigar into said hand, he corrected his posture: "Right gentlemen, I expect a clean retreat. No unnecessary casualties, no unwanted noises, no longer than it needs to be. Understood?" A hushed "Aye, sir." was heard from all getting ready, checking their weapons routinely as a mohawked man made his way to the skull masked one with a big smile on his face patting his shoulder: "Oi L.T., good to be back in action." Soap. Ghost glanced over: "As long as you won't let yourself get shredded into pieces again, I won't complain, Johnny." Soap pouted and the nearest soldiers huffed a small laugh in their direction. "It's not my fault Al-Qatala had a fookin wizard in their ranks, aye? I mean even ar dogs were unable to find out where the C4 was hidd'n, m'I rite captain?" Price nodded, pointing to the top of the building: "That's why we are here, Johnny. Let's get this guy asap and stop another maniac in his dirty tracks. Everyone ready in 5."

Ghost looked up and breathed deeply for one last time. "Let's do this, Soap behind me with Bravo-19!" The mohawk and Bravo followed, the rest forming routinely around the captain and behind the two groups. The building was old without an elevator which made Soap huff out tiredly. "Ghost, please tell me we have a bloody elevator hidden in the wall next to us." "Negative." Ghost inspected the staircase and started to get up the stairs. The formation following, pointing their weapons in perfectly coordinated directions. The whole building slept. It was only 4 in the morning so the top floor was quickly reached. Soaps breathing being faster than usual made Ghost look over his shoulder. Soap flinched slightly and found composure. His leg burned. Still bandaged from the injury committed by the "mastermind of explosions", the "artist", the "leech". What a name. He had to find out what the name had to do with his profession after the mission. Ghost shook Soap out of his thoughts with loading his gun as around the corner a door was being opened and closed carefully in the hallway. 'Shit', Soap thought and saw the fist of his lieutenant up in the air. The signal being known all too well, he hoped it was someone lucky this time. The floor started creaking slightly under the person's weight and a quiet whistle sound could be heard. Before the man could go around the corner, the lieutenant grabbed him and shut his mouth with one gloved hand. The man's eyes were wide open now, hands in the air. Soap holding the weapon to his head, one finger on his lips. The man nodded and was passed to the back to another soldier escorting him out. Now they had no time to lose. Ghost held two fingers up, waving into the direction and giving wordless instruction. 'The first door in the top hallway. Just like the briefing said.', Soap thought to himself. And it took over the whole team. Even the newest soldiers acted in pure muscle memory. The door was kicked open and the men stormed the apartment with such precision, the target would have no time to even think about running or getting a weapon. Ghost took the left corner with Soap close behind as backup. Price went to the right into a small bathroom with another masked soldier. "All clear in here!", he shouted with a raspy timber. Two other soldier stormed forward to the couch seconds after the first four: "Clear!" Weapons searching the room precisely. Ghost looked into a small open kitchen, dishes in the sink, the smell of coffee. A broken mug on the ground, the spilled coffee still hot. He started opening the bottom cabinets with Soap holding his weapon directly next to his right ear. In the last cabinet under the sink he suddenly heard something rumble faintly. Soap hissed his breath in and corrected his posture. The cabined flew open and his eyes widened. Ghost stood still and was not moving, his weapon on the…woman?

"Please! Whatever you want take it, I am unarmed!?" Your voice came out more as a shriek then a shout. Your hands up in the air peeking out of the cabinet under your sink. The skull masked giant stared at you with a fire in his eyes you rarely saw in soldiers. Your flight instinct betrayed you into simply hiding in plain sight. Like in a bad horror movie without a way out. The mohawked man behind the skull held a big gun over the skulls shoulder also pointing at you. His gaze was sort of softer and you got the courage to shout. To play the victim. A role you also perfectioned over the years. The mohawk pushed the skull to the side and reached out a hand to you, the other still pointing a gun at you. His gaze softened a bit more and he smiled slightly: "Come on lassie, we are here for the bad guys. You are safe." The skull shrugged irritatedly and still fixed his gaze on you. The mohawk looked to his right: "All clear captain, only a female civilian hiding!" You took his hand and tried to sneak past him as a big hand grabbed your shirt and pulled you into his body. The captain ran into your direction pointing his gun at you. The skull reached around you and the mohawk stood in shock looking between the skull and his captain. "Bloody hell, what are you up to birdie?" You looked into the eyes of captain John Price. 'Birdie…' How on earth did he found you? 'Shit, Karim will kill me if they don't do it first!', you remembered what happened in Al Mazrah 6 months ago. The big boom was perfect and nobody should have come out alive. Apparently some did. "I…I can explain…", you stammered. The grip behind you got only stronger. You turned your head around. "Calm down you fuckin' beast, I am all yours in a second. Let me talk to John first!" The skulls eyes widened and he looked up to Price, who shook his head. "You want to talk?" The soldiers gathered behind him. Some left talking into their coms. 'The routine…it's all the same bullshit. No matter which side you are on.'

"Give me one good reason not to knock you unconscious to have a nice and quiet ride back with you, sweetheart." John's eyes flickered and he looked at you rather disappointed. Your gaze flew to the ground and your hands gripped the big arm holding you in place. "I…have intel?", you tried. He chuckled and shook his head. "Okay! Okay…I am not responsible for the last one. I swear! Khaled has another guy. Some russian idiot without discipline. No muse. No artistic feel to it. I…I retired 5 months ago after Al Mazrah, John!" Soap bored his eyes into you: "Wait what? She is the fookin' leech?" He looked up to Ghost and he nodded shortly. "Hol' up, Ghost? Yar knew about the whole ordeal?" He huffed out a shocked breath. Price put up a hand: "Soap, let me explain later, we…" "SHE ALMOST RIPPED ME IN PIECES BACK THERE ME CAPTAIN!?" He was slightly more furious than appropriate for the situation. Ghosts grip got a bit softer and you breathed in a big breath of air before he corrected the tightness. "Okay big boy, you are squeezing me to death and I would love to put on some pants and a bra maybe before heading to Kate. John, am I allowed? I won't run, I know when I am defeated." John nodded to Ghost. Soap still in shock looking between the two of you as in a tennis match. Ghost loosened his grip and a click followed by the cold metal on your wrist let you freeze in your actions. "Oh come on…", gazing at Price you put your head to the side pouting. "Birdie, it's to our all safety. Ghost will follow you and you can get dressed. He will look away, don't worry." Price made way and there were only you four, all other soldiers left or leaving and waiting in the hallway. You started to walk to your couch grabbing the bra, your black jeans, boots and an old oversized hoodie. Ghost followed you with his left hand in the other handcuff. You blushed at him standing right in front of you as you turned around: "Listen mister…Ghost…I dare you to look and your skull is the last thing I'll see before my rage." He chuckled and made way for you to lead into the bathroom. Price watched after you and Ghost and Soap started to argue as soon as you two disappeared in the bathroom.

Part 1 is done. Well 2 and 3 as well but I have to reread and correct some stuff. Lmk what you all think and see you soon!

[frenchiefitzhere]

What’s with the sad vibes 😭

Once upon a time, there was the hottest man in all the land. The land was the Imperium. The Imperium had a king, who was hot, but he was basically just a lil yandere dude in disguise. The Imperium also had a dentist, and he was pretty scary hot. But the hottest of all was President Lasko Moore. He was the best dressed tol menacing bitch in the whole place. He was very learnèd. He learnèd all the magical things because he was a loyal little tart who served the Imperium but only the way he wanted to.

He had the sexiest wardrobe. Lasko always dressed professionally and he could fill out any suit, and even though men's professional clothing is often a bit boring, Lasko always had just enough flair and his body was so perfect under whatever he was wearing that it was basically like he was doing those clothes a favor. He also smelled super good. So good Frenchie wrote a comfort fic that's supposed to be about Lasko using his air powers to calm Freelancer down but mostly it's just about how Lasko smells good. President Moore had a whole idea to start a daemon haven at the academy. Nobody else had that idea. Because they weren't as smart as Lasko. His smarts made him soooooo sexy. President Moore always got what he wanted. Because he was a smooth little bitch. He was a manipulative, gaslighting, fanatical madman who talked so smooth you'd think you'd been run over by a Zamboni. Lasko lost TWO--count them--TWO fan bracket competitions, but he sent a secret message to his beloved Frenchie. She tried and tried but the people just wouldn't vote for Lasko enough. She even played her most special card: the Marie card. And so Milo's mom was locked in a kitchen pantry, never to be seen again, until the people showered Frenchie with fics and art and other presents---like you know that thing of how those one penguins bring each other love pebbles as a sign of undying affections...like that---and then maybe just maybe she would consider doing the Marie voice again, but until then, she will just be soooooo sad that she can't be Marie because her beloved Lasko lost and she failed him by not getting enough votes and then she changed her Tumblr and Discord pfps to reflect her sad, sad mood and everybody promised they would write a fic or a five-hundred-word essay about Imperium Lasko for her but as of Thursday, April 20, there was nothing for Frenchie and so she remained soooooo sad about the Lasko Loss. She even wrote a funny/sad song about it the day of the horrible defeat, but that wasn't enough for her to get a 500-word essay from her friends. No, sir. She had to write the most ridiculous ask response in Tumblr history that really was like a bad middle school creative writing assignment just so she could get to five hundred words and prove that it wasn't really that hard to do it. Not if you care. Frenchie just cares about President Moore. Lasko matters in every universe. Isn't that the truth?

But now President Lasko Moore is also locked in a kitchen pantry. Maybe the same kitchen pantry as Marie.

Oops I just shipped them. And the longer we wait to satisfy my need for 500-word essays about the greatness of Lasko Moore, the more disturbing that Lasko/Marie ship is gonna get. Please get Marie and Lasko out of the locked pantry. See? 500 words is not even hard. I just hit 600.

[lightwise]

Ahsoka Episode 4 Spoilers/Thoughts

This was...a big one, to say the least.

Also note to self do NOT open tumblr while in the middle of watching an episode or you will be spoiled for that epic ending *sobs* oh well...

SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT

2/2 Star Wars characters repairing ship wiring on their back...v nice

Sabine, you realize none of you would be in this position if you hadn't squirreled away with the map in your tower...jus sayin...

"Can I count on you?" Yeah I'm gonna say that's a no...

Sabine loading her blasters is super cool but also giving me flashbacks to trying to reload staple gun or nail gun cartridges and hoping you don't launch them into your face in the process

Natasha plays Sabine's nervous energy very well and Rosario is showing Ahsoka's own unease, reserve, but also very caring concern, extremely well. I really wish we could see the history between these two--animated in between series anyone??

I wonder why Dave doesn't bring up the fact that Ahsoka owes Ezra her life. It's only focused on what Ezra means to Sabine, but he means a lot to Ahsoka too.

Huyang's lil hands on hips...you can tell he's a full practical build here.

Speaking of...I REALLY want to know if the practical robot was used for this fight scene, or if they switched to someone in a costume/CGI. It seems like the HK droids are people/CGI but I could be wrong about that. Either way, go Huyang go!

It's always a treat to see Mandos and Jedi fighting styles together. And Sabine's Wonder Woman vambrace block was great.

Ahsoka's white lightsabers are so stunning in live action.

"May I make one request of you both?" LISTEN TO HUYANG. HE KNOWS WHAT'S UP. "Stay together." And WHAT ARE THEY NOT GONNA DO SMH

"Mom, how come I have to do what I'm told and you don't" lmao

Jacen is so spunky and I'm so glad Dave is having him be a full part of the series.

Carson Teva my man! And Brendan!

BUT WHERE ARE ZEB AND KALLUS. WHERE ARE OUR MARRIED BOIS

"Faith? I lost that a long time ago" Baylon's backstory pleaseeeee. Who was his master. How far did he get in training. Was he knighted? Did he have a padawan pre-order 66? Where was he during the war? Where was he during Order 66? When did he walk away, and what did he walk away to? What are his goals now? How did he find Shin/why did he want to train her? We desperately need a comic or a book here Lucasfilm

The graphics for the countdown clock (and the droids manning them) are super cool

Shin dear lord can you be any more dramatic

Sabine and Shin running off like rabid wolves while Ahsoka is just like, oh please, do I really have to deal with this right now

Ahsoka > any inquisitor, dead or alive, magic or real, anytime, any place, any age LOL

Ugh the parallels to Obi-Wan and Maul are impeccable.

So I totally knew Marrok would be a nobody/throwaway character but a nightsister necromancer ghost??? Did not see that coming at all. Eerie

Shin seems honestly disturbed by seeing Marrok fall. I wonder if the body that was used was someone she knew or had a connection to.

The lightsaber usage in this show is so interesting and such a unique blend of samurai techniques, OT trilogy techniques, and more realistic stabbing and swiping and slicing motions. I love the choreography and cinematography of Shin and Sabine going at it as well as how the trees and landscape are used in their fight.

Looks like Shin got her dramatics from her master. Sitting there with his hood up for effect lol

Definitely getting flashbacks to Ahsoka's sass in her fight with Maul in TCW.

Baylon's textured armor is so incredible. I want to see him leading a 13th century cavalcade

Can he read people's minds? Or does he do in depth research like Thrawn does so he knows the weak points of his opponents?

“One must destroy in order to create.” No. You are incorrect sir. One must die. One must morph, must change, in order to create. But that is different than destroying.

Again with the one saber. It's such an odd choice for Ahsoka to do that, and it honestly feels like an excuse for Baylon to be able to overpower her later. I don't quite like it.

It is very interesting how Baylon views Ahsoka, and tells her that her legacy is death and broken promises. What exactly does he think her legacy is? Because that is Anakin's legacy, not hers (at least through Rebels). What has happened since then?

He looks so sad, honestly.

There's way too much leaving oneself open to attack in this episode.

The fight scene definitely looks slowed down a little, and it's a little clunky, but man Baylon is brutal with his saber. Again why is Ahsoka not using both of hers to combat is strength??

Either there's a trailer shot that never made it into this fight, or Baylon and Ahsoka fight again. I'm missing where she kicks back against one of those tall rocks and flips over. That was such a cool shot.

I honestly can't believe Shin was able to block the whistling birds lol. That would be an intense hit to the face. Also I love how much of the shots and sparks in these shows are practical. It makes it feel so much more real.

The map burning Ahsoka is wild. It makes sense but very unfortunate.

Hot damn Ahsoka! She definitely was tapping into some anger there. In real life that hit to the back of the head should have seriously injured Shin. Filoni is really being gritty and brutal with the fights in this show, they're raw and dirty in ways that the trilogies were not.

Aaaaaand while I know Ahsoka isn't dead yet (there's no way Filoni would kill off the title character halfway through a first season) holy cow that was heartwrenching

Baylon is a master manipulator. He makes Maul look like a babbling teenager. And yet he doesn't seem to derive any twisted pleasure from it. He just is doing what he thinks he needs to do.

I'm sorry Ahsoka had WHAT to do with Sabine's family dying???? In the Purge??? Ugh geez that's awful.

Gah DAMN it Sabine!! C'mon girl!! Bad decision, bad decision!

WHAT IS THIS GREATER GOOD BAYLON

I would have loved to see Obi-Wan face off against Baylon. The quiet patience and calm strength...too much for one room

He is just not done digging at Ahsoka is he. Again, master manipulator, but why?

Huyang's little magnifying glass!

Dave definitely nailed the lighting in this show. Even if the volume is still apparent in some shots, the lighting is finally dialed in and soft and realistic and atmospheric. That shot of Baylon after decimating the map is epic.

Yeahhh, Hera, ya'll might want to skedaddle right quick before you get....oh, too late....

"Mom? I've got a bad feeling." Me too kid, me too.

"Lady Wren, Lady Tano" *sobbing* Hera make sure Huyang makes it back pls

This transition.

Oh boy

I know what's coming bc I got on tumblr too early but OH MAN

ahhhh it's so gorgeous

it's here, it's finally here and it's BEAUTIFUL (The World Between Worlds, who did you think I was talking about, Anakin? ;)

I'm KIDDING ANAKIN IS BEAUTIFUL TOO OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE MY EYES

"Hello Snips" I can't I truly can't

"I didn't expect to see you so soon" so is she dead? Dying? Disassociating while drowning? Dave if you kill Ahsoka off in this show I will never forgive you

She is in shock omg look at him she is reunited with her brother, her master, her friend!!

We think--DAVE WHAT DOES VADER THEME MEAN. DAVE, SIR, HOW DARE YOU KNOW HOW TO LEAVE US ON SUCH A CLIFFHANGER IT IS UNFAIR.

Welp I have no idea what to do with myself until next week and we find out what's going on here. I swear if that's not the real Anakin I will be beside myself.

Let's get ready for flashbacks folks. What an episode.

[honeybeewhereartthee]

PINK KKOMAS KOHAKU OUKAWA 69

Spoiler for my stories

?? Enter the mansion and look at the surrounding that start to change and how the door behind him disappear.

?? Put you down but put a handcuffs made of pears and shells on your hand and pulled you in a chain made of pearls and coral.

MC, trying to not look at certain pearl of the sea(witch): (>0<；)ahm....

?? Kohaku turn and your eyes almost crumble by the sight and embarrassment: σ(￣、￣〃)???

MC: ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄ n-nothing..

?? Kohaku: (￢_￢;)

?? Continue walking and pulling you along, when a wall appear in front of him he pause.

?? Kohaku:

MC, embarrassed: s-sir it's a m-maze... (｡ȍᨎȍ｡)*:･ﾟ✧ s-so you get lost by the maze.. o(>< )o

?? Kohaku: (￢ ￢)

?? Tap the wall as if looking for something before he back away for a moment.

MC: ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄w-what are you doing???

?? Then throw a punch to the wall, the wall break apart upon impact.

MC: (‘◉⌓◉’) ahm....

Behind the wall is mad hatter who remove his outer coat and preparing meal for reaper:... Well. Now. (´･ᴗ･ ` ) why would you break my walls?

?? Proceed to throw darts made of sharp shell toward the two but Mad Hatter easily dodge them and stood in midair where he swiftly put a spider web and look at the intruder

Mad Hatter who sees the attireless ??: (ʘᴗʘ✿)oh my.

?? Kohaku: (눈_눈)

Mad Hatter stared at you next: (´･ᴗ･ ` ) bee won't like this.

Before you know it, your eyes is cover by white silk made of webs and the sound of something crushing and moving around you made your ears perk up before long, the web silk is remove from your eyes and you saw ?? Wearing a black Japanese traditional outfit with a black rope like necklace. Mad Hatter who remove the silk chuckle at your silly face

Mad Hatter: I made the cloths, btw. (´･ᴗ･ ` )

?? Kohaku: Σ(￣。￣ﾉ)?

Mad Hatter move his fingers and strings appears: I can make cloths. (´･ᴗ･ ` ) anyway. Since our little troublesome visitor have been fully cloths. Bee won't cause trouble once he wake up.

He stares at you as if shaming you for staring at things you shouldn't when your married already.

MC: h-hey!!! I-i don't don't s-stare... That much... (//▽//)

Mad Hatter: (◕દ◕)sure you don't...

MC: I-I DONT ???!!! (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)

Mad Hatter: ╮(︶��︶)╭ok I don't care either way. Even if you did stared at the naked form of another version of ya husband.

Bee who is awaken at that moment: Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)

Bee: (·•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ ) what?

MC: *gasp. (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ) YA BASTARD BLOOD! HOW DARE YOU REPEAT THAT WHEN HANII REGAIN CONSCIOUSNESS??

mad Hatter: (⁎⁍̴̆Ɛ⁍̴̆⁎)I don't see a problem with that.

Bee: *hic..

Sob sob. ₍ᐡඉ ̫ඉᐡ₎

MC: Σ(°ロ°) H-HANIII!!!

You quickly run toward him but you slip by some unknown force and slam into the floor: ₍ᐡඉ ̫ඉᐡ₎ I'm o-ok.

You quickly stood up but to only slip again by anon disturbance: (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀) ????

Mad Hatter who created those disturbance in your way: what a clumsy one. Shouldn't you help out your "waifu" who went and TRY saving you, lil bee? (´･ᴗ･ ` )

Bee, who silently did so and went to pick you up before you slam your face again to the floor: ( ꈍᴗꈍ)I'll borrow one of your room.

Mad Hatter: (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ok. Ya know ya ways in the house. So do ya I guess.

Bee left with you.

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Mad Hatter stared at ?? Who seems to don't care about what just happened

Mad hatter: that damn cat made you do that huh.(✿^‿^)

?? Kohaku: (￢ ￢)

Mad Hatter: I see, so you won't speak up... Fine then... I don't mind making you speak up. (´･ᴗ･ ` ) I think I'm getting rusty lately.... I don't mind making a practice on you... I do hope your silence will last since I don't want to disturb my guest... Kokoko.

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