#baby BOIIIIIIII

[best-of-theworst]

My cat's name is Tofik.

But, as all pet parents know, you don't call your pets JUST by their name.

Here's a list of things I call my Cat:

(I don't know why you'd want to read this but it's funny at times so go for it lmfao)

- PomPom

- PumPum

- Fluffy man

- Bad boiiiiiiii

- Fat boiiiiiii

- Chunky

- Hoe

- Toffee

- Toff

- TunTun

- Tun tun tuuurururu ru tu tu

- Big boiiiii

- Answering machine

- Small paws man

- The piano man

- The weekly entertainment

- Fatass

- Dumb

- Colonizer

- Dinosaur

- Mini Cow

- Micro Cow

- Puma

- Sad excuse for a tiger

- Asthma boiiii

- Asthma man

- The large

- XXL

- BBL boiiiiiii

- Faggot

- The only known gay cat

- Mayonnaise

- "Get off that right now!!!!"

- "Stop scratching it!!!!"

- Soup boiiiii

- Blueberry

- Water drinker 2000

- Horse

- Bitch boiiii

- Slut man

- The fluffiest boy in the world

- Princes

- Tuna

- Permanently fat

- Couch occupier

- Cow Cat

- Pure Perfection

- Oreo Cat

- Choking hazard

- Owl

- Pretty boiiiii

- Hehehehehehehehehe

- Alarm clock

- Nervous system

- Rainbow

- My son/child/baby/boy/love

- The thickest slowest Doberman

- Emotional support idiot

- Michael Jackson

- Pearl

- Phantom of the Opera

- Thomas Jefferson

- Voyager 1

- Sunflower

- Witch

- Average LOL player

- Toblerone

- Muffin Man

- Clown hunter

- Spooky scary skeleton

- Dinner bell

- Thick

- Lord of the litter box

- The Great Fatsby

- MacDonald

- Erotica writer

- Music Man

- Freddy Fazbear

- The man behind the slather

- Squid Game survivor

- Pink pony cat

- Covid 19

- Antelope

- Mayor West

- Obesity mascot

- The lost city of Atlantis

- The only real problem with this country

- Maple syrup

- The fastest fluff boiiii

- Cabbage

- Gotta go fast

- Church goer

- Avenger

- Harry Potter

- SLAY

- Banana man

- Sleepy boy

- Michael Angelo

- The man after midnight

- Smooth criminal

- Gofer

- Bun

- Olé

- Penini

- Small elephant

- Eeeee macarena

- The lost boy

- Albert Einstein

- Tamtam

- Bebeee

- Blues and Jazz

- Rain

- Lovely

- My favorite thing

Yea... there's a lot more... those are just the ones I can remember of the top of my head.

[nutria--oscura]

Y'ALL HAVE ME SO SCARED FOR THIS (@cookies-over-yonder @officialgleamstar y'all's posts have slain me) HERE WE GO

like, i'm crting and i haven't even stareted the ep yet wtf-

~spoilers for S2 ep35 under the cut~

preface: I AM SCARED I AM CLUTCHING NICK JR (mouse/rat soft toy) ON THE VERGE OF TEARS

THE PASTA PUNS IN THE INTRO

the sound effects low-key make me wanna throw up-

update: the sound effects make me high-key wanna throw up-

the intro is the high before the storm right? oh dear~

yesss, link is a spouse to his best friends <3

gosh I missed their voices so much <333 <- literally have 100+ episodes it can listen to whenever they want

freddie correcting beth's fact is literally my best friend and i on a daily basis (whos who? we take turns)

i could listen to an entire podcast of just freddie saying facts. like genuinly

HERMIE FACT??? SCAM CONJURED HIM INTO EXISTENCE AS A HIGHSCHOOLER??? MY POOR BOI-

TJ SHOT NICK'S ARM OFF WHAAAAAAA-

TERRY :) WHAT:)?

"your time studying the blade has served you well" what is hapening?

whAT IS HAPPENING????

Terry Jr's back <333

"i did not think that's how this fight was gonna go" same will- same

hey imps? what the fu-

NORMAL'S BACK BOIIIIIIII

ROLL ROLL ROLL ROLL NAT 1 HAH

SCARY AND TERRY JR <3

MEMORY TIME OH DEARRR

"in going from enemies to lovers so to speak"

all the fanfics were right- (nicky's reasoning, him attempting to reason with the others)

ron and nicky are such a vibe together honestly

OH NO- NICKY WAS SO REASONABLE TOO AND YET-

LARK AND SPARROW WITH CROSSBOWS TERRY WITH A SHOTGUN WHERE'S GRANT???

"and a badass fight ensues, but also sad"

oh there's grant

OH WE GOT THE WHOLE ASS SCENE OH SHIT-

TERRY SHOT NICKY, NICKY STABBED TERRY-

TERRY JR AND RON <33

terry's memory being ron forgiving him- (henry voice) oh gosh. oh geez-

"did you see what i did to like, my best friend" BEST F R I E N D

"you showed up, y'know?" what if i just combust?

Scary hugging Terry<333

THEY'RE ALL HUGGING

oh my heart

hey glenn, respectfully, fuck offffff

nicky having more emotional intelligence than glenn is so true-

OH HERE COMES THE GLENN AND NICKY AND TAYLOR SHIT-

"i have a memory that you weren't around for. which was the birth of your grandson" AHHHHHHH

"i always thought taylor came out real quiet. like a real stoic ninja." "nope. came out crying like a baby dude"

glenn... glENN. GLENN! NO. NOT INFRONT OF YOUR 3 DAY OLD GRANDSON

THE FANFICTIONS WERE SO RIGHT- (GLENN IN NICKY'S LIFE BEFORE THE FAITHFULL SOCCER TRIP)

brb cause im like actually crying cause of that scene-

ok... lets go... (screaming crying sobbing sliding down a wall)

JODIE VISITEDDDD

FUCKING TELL HIM NICKYYYY FUCKING TELL HIMMMM

"i remember when... was that you? yea, i remember when you were born." WHAT DO YOU MEAN WAS THAT YOU???? THAT WAS YOUR FUCKING SON

YES GLENN. REFLECT BITCH-

"i didn't see a lot of taylor's growing up, and that was- that was- we're cool now, right taylor?" "fuck yea dawgggg. well-" HERE IT COMES

I AM HEEDING THE WARNINGS

"if i'm gonna be honest dad, i've kinda been hoping and keeping an eye out for time travel magic so that we could go back in time and you could be there for me" imma go ahead an roll a d20 of psychic damage- ah, a nat20 damage, yea that seems about righ- HIS VOICE HOW IT WENT ALL SOFT AND QUIET AND SHY AND THE COMPLETE FUCKING OPPOSITE OF HOW HE IS USUALLY OH SHIT OH FUCK

NICKY ROLL PSYCHIC DAMAGE BOI-

"as a result i have developed a number of very bad habits, that i am told are very hard to break"

"it's too late"

"but you know if there is time travel magic, then y'know maybe- or if you find it, you can maybe, pick me up on the way back to the past" HIS VOICE, THE MAYBES-

"we're just 3 cool guys" "well-"

"i didn't even know where you were"

I'M SORRY- THREE (3) YEARS????

NICKY NO- DON'T-

more memories??? MORE MEMORIES??? OH NO-

OUCH OUCH OUCH O U C H-

HE'S DONE WITH KARATE- NO- NO NO NO N O

FUCKING HELL FUCK ME-

sorry, i have strong feeling w/ regards to parents not showing up to (sprots) stuff

~a pattern~

YES LINK, STARE DAGGERS INTO HIM, DEFEND YOUR QPR BESTIE

the- the fanfics were right (glenn keeping his distance not wanting to fuck nicky up but consequentially fucking nicky up)

"as you're saying this, without even wanting it to, tears are rolling down your cheeks. And in that moment, you and Taylor and Nick, all realise that there is no fixing this, that this is as good as it's going to get. That you are stuck with each other in the forms that you are now. You see daddymagic, that same daddymagic that exited Ron and Terry's body, emanate for their bodies like a fine mist coalesce into the air, and then zip into the jar and fill it up a little bit more, cause that's what your relationship is..." what if i- what if i lost it? right here right now?

gosh i DID NOT heed the warnings oh noooooooo

i'm sorry- the US MILITARY? oh fbi too

hahahahahahahah ha hah h a what? JODIE AND MORGAN ARE IN CUFFS-

GLENN LISTEN TO JODIE FFS

"i'd like to see you try" "hey is glenn immune to bullets?"

LINK KING OF HELLL HEYYYYYYYYYY-

NORMAL NO. BESTIE I LOVE YOU HECK I AM YOU BUT FUCK NO-

"dude- both of us look at each other - fear, fear in taylor's eyes. like, what the fuck are we getting into? why did i open my mouth?" FEAR IN TAYLOR'S EYES??? FEAR????

I'M SORRY? THE CAGE????

FIGHT TO THE DEATH??? NOOOOOOOOOOO

In conclusion:

I am now obsessed with Taylor Swift (Freddie's version)

[waitimcomingtoo]

Are you From?

Maybe I sounds crazy 🤣. But I know that I follow someone who is also Brazilian like me.

I remember that person is from Tom Holland fandom. But I can't remember what Tumblr is

I’m from New York baby boiiiiiiii

[whisperingexecutioner]

Yaaaaasss, more art of my baby boiiiiiiii -S t i t c h- X'D <3<3<3

CW sketches 1/2

[ichayalovesyou]

The cognitive dissonance of knowing as a fact TOS Chekov is a 22 year old man (slightly older than me), and KNOWING he’s got training and life experience and stuff and that he is not in fact a 12 year old goblin child. But the my SOUL going “💕bæby 💕” every time he’s on screen is slowly killing me.

[thetootster]

😭😭👌❤️😭👌❤️😭❤️👌❤️💖💖❤️💖✨👌✨❤️💖👌✨✨💖✨👌❤️💖✨👌❤️💖✨👌✨❤️💖✨

[sweetnsaltie-8]

the tots on the 4th page all doing their own lil thing ahhhhhhh my heart and mama's boi leo my babyyyyyy and protective donnie baby boiiiiiiii

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[ryusxnka]

[nylwnder]

i’m smiling cause i got travis back in the lineup 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

[huesofmoon]

Hozier, a gigantic 6'5" man who's 10 inches taller than I am : **exists**

Me : aweee, he is baby, I want to put him inside my pocket and protect him from all evil, he is best baby and I shall shower him with lots of love

[shuuunin]

[yunhogf]

Well, when life gives you lemons BUM BAH BUM BADUM BUM B U M

why must you hurt me this way

[bisharp-that-likes-chips]

I saw request with a reader who talks in spanish but how about main 4 with reader who talks in german (and is from germany)

Sorry if my english is a bit sussy

YEAAAA BOIIIIIIII

Hank:

When you said something in German, he tilted his head in confusion

You told him you were speaking another language, which sadly, he didnt know there were any other kinds of language, (he didnt even know what the word language even meant.

Hank wanted to learn some words in German cuz he was interested in ur unique way of talking

He likes to use German words he learned from you to insult Deimos like “vollidiot” (dumbass)

Sanford:

He’s extremely interested in the way you speak.

It makes him want…no ITCH to learn German, cuz he wants to be like you.

He sometimes takes notes when you teach him German just so that he doesn't forget anything.

He’ll use German words to make fun of Deimos (e.g. dummkopf which means idiot, or feigling which means coward)

Or he’ll compliment you in German like calling you “wunderschönen” (beautiful) or “niedlich” (cute)

Deimos:

He is very confused, like he was wondering if you were speaking some secret language.

You had to tell him that you were speaking German which was the language used in a different country called Germany.

He’s very curious about it but instead of asking you to teach him, he’ll look up German words to say to you.

He wants you to be impressed with him when he surprises you by telling you something in German

Of course, with the things he’s learned, Deimos will flirt with you in German, like saying “Jo was ist Schätzchen?” (Yo what’s up baby?) or “Du siehst echt sexy aus” (You lookin real sexy)

When he learned that “bae” actually means “poop” he facepalmed and called himself an idiot for not learning.

2BDamned:

2B is very intelligent and fluent in many languages including German

He was quite surprised when he heard you speak German for the first time. It’s been a long time since he met anyone outside of Nevada, let alone the USA

You and him get into a great relationship, often having conversations in German, watching German dubbed movies, sometimes you’ll talk to him about more stuff about the culture of Germany and believe me, he never gets bored.

The two of you don’t care if you act so romantic towards each other that the others get annoyed and disgusted, since they don’t understand what the two of you are saying anyway.

2BDamned has dreamed about starting a new life with you in Germany, and perhaps make you his wife/husband/spouse

Sorry if it’s too identical to the Spanish post, I did whatever was in my mind.

[starqueensthings]

KIXXXXXXXX! Finally, he’s introduced! 🥹🥹 He actually plays an integral role in this story, so I love that he’s made his first appearance.

Croak, my boiiiiiiii. Gotta love those fresh off Kamino babies— they have so much to see and learn and understand and grow, and they will.

If this story does absolutely nothing except help share my fkn weird ass love for words, then I will still consider it a success!! 😂😂 we’re 5 chapters in and I don’t think I’ve once used the dialogue tag: “she said”. If I have to salt bae in four weird terms and do a sentence-cartwheel to get around it, I will! I have problems! But it’s fine! send help

Thank you for sticking with this story, Free ❤️ your commitment means so much to me! I promise our man will make a reappearance soon (don’t quote me on this, but I think in the next chapter)

Summary: June and Challa venture to the combat base for their first lecture. A pretty low-key chapter if I’m being honest, so I kept it pretty short (“short” used lightly lol) There’s a surprise, albeit brief, inclusion of one of our faves toward the end.

Rating/WC: all chapters are 16+ for subject matter unless otherwise noted | 3400ish words.

WARNINGS: none really… ellusions to past trauma but even that’s a stretch.

A/N: many of the named Clones in this chapter were borrowed from friends. Pals— thank you for letting me include your blorbos! “Friendly” is the creation of @multi-fan-dom-madness, “Siren” is the creation of @523rdrebel, and “Stretcher” is the creation of @a-single-tulip.

PLEASE ENSURE YOU’VE READ THE FOREWORD LINKED ABOVE FOR AN IN-DEPTH DESCRIPTION OF WHAT DEGREE OF CONTENT YOU CAN EXPECT THROUGHOUT THIS STORY BEFORE PROCEEDING.

FOREWORD | MASTER | PREV | NEXT

The following fortnight turned out to be reasonably uneventful… at least, as uneventful as one could wish for that ever-chaotic ward, and the return to that sense of frenzied normalcy was wholly embraced by the tired 23 year old who’d near-instantly regretted the covenant made with her boss, yet the addition of a salient spring in every step he took as he wove around that hyperactive department quickly affirmed he shared in none of her rue.

Hardly two rotations after recruiting her assistance, Challa had bounced into her office with an unnerving grin contorting his typically prosaic features, his hands rubbing together amid a gesture of unadulterated glee of which he hadn’t exuded in some time. Upon the realization that his sauntering gait wouldn’t be immediately followed by his notorious squeaky-chair vituperations, Jacoba had offered her boss an insouciant “good morning”, casting her best friend a knowing glance before returning her attention to the medical chart in front of her.

Despite having largely expected his visitation to their office in those succeeding days, the unrestrained joy beneath that impish smile had June damn-near frightened, and she hastened to nudge her rolling chair away from the desk as he threw himself into the seat opposite her with a euphoric sigh.

“Y’alright?” she’d asked him cautiously.

“Contract’s done,” he had answered whilst tossing a wad of white flimsi onto her desk, that cog embossment on the front page identical to the one that had adorned the previous edition.

But the uncharacteristic nature of that soft-eyed, toothy grin had rendered June near-paralyzed in her seat, blue eyes darting toward her companion at the neighbouring desk for any semblance of support or assistance, though Jacoba’s unprovoked postural shift in toward the other direction immediately laid bare that she was doing everything in her power to choke back the laughter rumbling in her chest.

Momentarily oblivious to the nonverbal communication of which the girls had mastered amid their decade together, Challa had continued to watch June with a degree of a pressing expectation, and he’d permitted only a handful of seconds to pass in her failure to retrieve it before simply nudging it further toward her.

“Go on!” he’d requested, rapping his knuckles atop the cover page. “Give it a look. The degree of your inclusion is elaborated on pages 64 to 89. And I think you’ll be quite pleased with the generous salary increase the President has allotted you on page 137–”

“Salary increase?!” Jacoba repeated, amusement melting from her features as she turned an aghast face toward them. “You gave the job to the girl who’s saved every credit she’s ever earned, while I’m over here trying to plan the most expensive wedding of the last century?!”

“Oh give it a rest, Bridezilla,” June snorted, collecting the contract from the desk and flicking thoughtlessly through its copious pages. “Your fiancé is the most sought after mechanic on Coruscant, and you’re a doctor— neither of you are hurting for credits. Besides, we both know that ridiculous red gown you’re making me buy for said wedding is going to completely empty my bank accou—”

“It’s not ‘ridiculous’! And red is your colour. You should be grateful I’m not putting your pasty white ass into Alda’s powder blue gown—”

“Hey, leave my pale ass out of this! It’s barely spring! Everyone is still pasty!”

”I’m not.”

“Yeah, well not all of us were lucky enough to be graced with the gift of melanin. Quit rubbing it in befo—”

“We have a meeting,” Challa interjected, smile slipping from his lips as that characteristic impatience reemerged in the wake of their incessant antics. “The civilian relations officer on base is giving us a tour at 1600 today. Meet me in my office at quarter-to and we’ll head over together.”

“I can’t,” June told him, tossing the contract unceremoniously to the side of her desk and stretching her arms above her head. “I have a bilateral clavicular fracture on the books for 1530 and the damn soldier is a red head, so I had to schedule an anesthesiologist to scrub in and monitor sedation.”

“Unfortunate.” With that ebullient elation now stripped of his lips, he stood and offered nothing more than a disappointed grimace before heading for the door. “No matter— I’ll brief you when I return.”

True to his word, Challa had appeared in Operating Room 4 some hours later, the urgency to enlighten her with a detailed recollection of that missed appointment were utterly apparent by the way his surgical loupes fogged amid every panting breath as he settled himself into place across the operating table between them. Though none of his previously-exuded determination had diminished since visiting the premises of their new tertiary home, much of the exuberance he’d previously failed to regulate had been supplanted by the reality of their shrinking timeline; he now spoke of little else outside of lesson planning, curriculum requirements, and examination frequencies with a tense frown top those once beaming lips.

The subsequent week and a half saw June’s nerves reach a peak of which she hadn’t suffered since her own foray into medical school. Assimilating as much of Challa’s OR schedule into her own had initially promised to both further distract her from the weight of her impulsive promise, and help lessen the burden his proliferating task load, but the near-instant inundation of responsibility had quickly rendered her more overstimulated than she could ever remember. Every rotation blurred into the next… and the next… and the next. The sun’s recurrent slumber below the horizon could no longer be relied upon as a gauge to differentiate one day from the next, as catching even a glimmer of that underappreciated daylight was proven impossible due to the gross extension of her schedule. And this menial, yet, pernicious deprivation only intensified during those dreaded 24-hour shifts of which the label of “on-call trauma” saw surgeons near-stripped of their human rights; ten minutes of respite in a dark, solitary call-room became little more than a privilege, particularly so when the clanging trauma alarm, alerting the ward of imminent intakes, refused to settle for hours on end; meals consisting of little more than a hurried handful of whatever food one could pull from that staff-room fridge, ahead of the equally exhausted nurse cornering them with the redundant reminder of a limitless list of patients waiting for attention.

But June was no stranger to deprivation. The nature of her childhood on a secluded planet had long imbued her with the ability to make-do with only what she had; a cup or two of caf could wake her enough to see a procedure to completion in the absence of true rest, a granola bar shoved quickly into her mouth and mashed urgently between molars would suffice in the void of a real meal; kriff, she had a chrono on the desk and a watch on her wrist to remind her the day and time if she ever sought it. What grated on her most intensely as their deadline drew nearer and nearer was Challa’s new-found urge to prattle… his seemingly uncontrollable need for consultation.

Accustomed to the premise of being entirely left to her own devices, her boss’s incessant need to hover at her elbow and chatter in her ear raised June’s ire near-instantly upon seeing that pointed face appear in the surgical gowning room. Despite her intact willingness to support him in this endeavor by whatever means she could, repeated instances of his unwanted company had her near-convinced that nothing short of cutting her own ears off and trapping them into the Cleanser Tube could promise a reprieve from his relentless badgering.

“I mean this with the utmost respect, Challa,” she’d warned one night as her boss had, once again, invited himself to scrub into a surgery she’d shifted out of his schedule and into hers, “But I am down here freezing my tushy off so that you don't need to be. Get out of my OR before I take this Sigmoid tube and jam it up yo—”

“Alright, alright!”

***

The Primeday morning of their first lecture began relatively smoothly. As previously agreed, June met Challa in his office right around the time that the Coruscanti sun’s rays teased their resplendent below the horizon… or, “the crack of stupid” as June had aptly named those harrowing hours between caf #1 and caf #2. After countless minutes of watching him pat every pocket in his labcoat several times over whilst reciting his mental list of crucial items to bring, he slung his bag over his shoulder and the duo clambered into Challa’s air speeder for the ride across town.

Despite having lived on Coruscant for nearly a decade, June had never ventured quite as far east as where the GAR’s headquarters sat tucked securely along the perimeter of the Parliamental sector. Its separation from the regality of the senate building and the relentless bustle of the hospital ensured its private nestle saw very little action in terms of residency and foot traffic; most of the industrial buildings gridlocked below that traffic-laden skyway were anchored by tall, smoking chimneys, each emitting endless puffs of dark emissions into the air above. Workers in fluorescent vests, while reduced in scale to nothing more than microscopic amid those colossal buildings, could be seen atop almost every roof, shifting construction vehicles from one place to the next, or collaborating to load heavy pieces of steel onto the cargo bed of an impossibly large transport speeder.

No sooner had the oversized chimneys of their menacing destination come into focus amid the burgeoning daylight, did a venator-class star destroyer descend through the blanket of cloud above them. Though it remained at an altitude of which an uncovered air speeder like theirs could never safely venture, Challa hurried to press the brake, both of their mouths falling open as the sheer majesty of that renowned engineering commandeered their attention. June knotted her arms atop her chest, a growl of frustration escaping her lips as Challa simply refused to accede her perfervid plea to watch that gargantuan vehicle lower itself into the shipyard only blocks away.

The imminent arrival to their destination threw into sharp relief the fragmented nature of that formidable building, and the sheer degree of construction of which that property remained afflicted was nearly as astonishing as the unexpected appearance of that starship. The west quadrant of the expansive compound seemed near-entirely gated off, its interior activities blocked from prying eyes by a series of purple tarps so monstrous in size that any one of them held the potential to swaddle June’s entire apartment several times over. Towering fences nearly two stories high encircled much of the south entrance immediately adjacent, and the indignance still lingering in her chest at Challa’s refusal to let her witness that aeronautical marvel in action was quickly supplanted by the increasingly realistic concern of not being able to find their way into this already high-security establishment.

“Seems as if construction this base wasn’t the senate’s top priority…” Challa’s mused.

Security troopers in armour of white and royal purple flanked every access point the duo came across, gloved hands draped in tandem around lethal-looking rifles, both their motives and their eyes hidden behind visors of complete opacity. As time vanished beneath them, and the probability of merely happening across some semblance of a visitor’s entrance diminished with that dwindling darkness, Challa slowed to a stop beside a pair of troopers and near-begged them for directions. After acceding the request of providing their clearance documents, the nearest trooper directed them to the staff speeder lot immediately abutting the construction zone they’d blindly circled thrice whilst attempting to find a way in.

Housing what appeared to be several dozen air speeders, each of which adorned an oversized republic cog emblem on their metallic purple hoods, that staff parking area seemed otherwise void of life, and the pair was able to dash across that gravel lot and scan their way into the door with barely a trio of minutes to spare before class was due to start.

“We can bypass the administration office,” Challa advised her breathlessly, near-jogging through that dark, industrial hall whilst June attempted to keep up. “Eagle advised me everything we’d need is in this envelope.”

His frantic cadence refused to lessen as he reached blindly into the depths of the messenger bag draped atop his shoulder and retrieved a large manila envelope. Unable to tear her eyes away from the foreign novelty of each passing doorway, Challa's elbow landed like a baseball bat against her chest, though he offered nothing but a, “pay attention, we’re short on time!” as she rebuked his negligent gesture.

“Who’s Eagle?” she asked him, rubbing that aching mark below her collarbone before extracting a small wad of flimsi and quickly thumbing through its assorted content.

“The civilian relations officer I met with a couple weeks ago,” Challa mumbled, lips barely meeting in his haste to answer as his brows furrowed in immutable concentration.

Attempting to ignore her frazzled companion currently counting the doorways as they continued down that daunting hall, June turned her attention to the bundle in her hand. The first page brought a glimmer of relief to June’s simmering anxiety; a detailed map of the entire combat base laid bare exactly why they’d struggled to find their way into that fortified compound, and she immediately moved to fold that holy document and stuff it into the pocket of her scrub pants.

“11th door on the right…” Challa continued under his breath. “That one be six— no, seven if you count the elevator, so eight… nine… ten… turn here, June. And then we’re the last room on the left before the stairwell.”

Challa granted himself only a moment to dwell in the liberation of finding the door to their allotted home before quickly tapping his ID card on the control panel and hurtling over the threshold. But the sudden activation of the overhead lights robbed June of what should have been that shared success… that relief. Countless fluorescent bulbs overhead had instantly exposed a significantly larger classroom than she’d anticipated, and the grandiosity of that room was instantly plagued with the harrowing potential of how crowded that space may soon be.

The steps she took in Challa’s path reflected none of his alacrity, her eyes cautiously observing every distant corner of that amphitheater style room as Challa hurried across the small stage at the front and began to unload the contents of his bag onto the teacher’s desk in the corner. A shiver rolled down her spine as her eyes found a small podium at center stage, a perfectly placed recipient of the countless sets of eyes soon to trickle through the doorway and perch themselves into the hundred or so seats lined up behind those curved desks. She swallowed and dropped her gaze to her toes, refusing to give the enormous projector screen on the left even a glance as she crossed that platform in her boss’s wake and tossed her bag to the floor beside his.

“Not quite as spacious as I’d expected,” Challa chided amid another sigh, perching his hands on his hips as his violet eyes peered somewhat reprovingly around the room. “Eagle showed me only the doorway during our tour. I do hope there’s a seat for everyone.”

“A seat for—” June started, mouth falling open at the distressing implications of his complaint. “Challa, how many troopers are enrolled?”

“Didn’t you look at the attendance list?” he asked her with raised brows. “It was in that envelope I just gave you… a hundred clones this round. Maybe more in the next.”

“A hundred? The next?! You never said—”

Their heads spun simultaneously back toward that open door as chorus of raucous chatter erupted down the hall and echoed around the corners of their classroom, and it was barely seconds before the familiar face of a clone soldier appeared on the other side of that threshold, the boyish indifference fueling that zealous laughter vanishing instantly upon meeting the eyes of his new, civilian teachers.

Challa leapt into action, wrenching his hands from his hips and snatching the datapad off the desk top with a renewed sense of urgency. “Can you take attendance at the door while I set up the projector?” he hissed at her, failing to wait for her assent before his slender legs had him trotting to the podium and hurriedly plugging in his tablet.

The throng of broad-shouldered soldiers waiting beyond that threshold, each adorning a particularly itchy-looking blue uniform of which June had never seen the likes of, continued to rapidly enlarge with every uneasy breath that left her lips. With each new unblemished face attempting to peer into that mysterious room over the shoulder of the trooper in front of them, the opportunity to negotiate Challa’s delegation of tasks faded, and June begrudgingly reached to rifle through the myriad of papers she’d recently pulled from that envelope.

“Wait, what did you just say? There’s a girl?”

“A girl and a Twi’lek!”

“A girl?!”

“Yes, you di’kut. Do you need to hear it a third time?”

“Just move over and let me see!”

“Would you chill? You can both see her in four seconds when we get through the do—”

“Coming from someone that can already see her. Just shimmy over a little bit.”

“Here, just take my spot. I prefer blondes anyways.”

“Pfft— how would you know? You’ve never even met a blonde, you prat.”

‘You’re fine,’ she reminded herself amid a slow and controlled exhale, those poorly hushed comments triggering a renewed sense of discomfort and regret for freely consenting to partake in this mission of education. Yet refocusing her attention to locating that attendance list achieved nothing except luring a snort of derision from her nose, as it turned out to be nothing but a harrowingly long and unorganized spreadsheet of CT designation numbers, and as she stood and clamped that neglectful roster to a clipboard, she silently vowed to fill it to totality with every name the students would give her.

“Morning,” she greeted to the first trooper in line, the fleeting glance she’d sent his way upon reaching his position instantly exposing his own mild apprehension, as those olive-skinned fists clenched more securely around the straps of the medkit pack on his back. “Name and CT number?”

“CT-663— wait, name?” He caught himself near-instantly, upper lip lifting on one side in a motion of unbridled confusion, those brown eyes dancing across her features as if the nature of her question had been something particularly ludicrous, requesting to record the colour of his best sheets. “You… you want our names?”

“Sure do,” she answered simply, taking a careful step backward as the impatient line of soldiers waiting for their turn to pass through the door surged forward and sent the first in line stumbling over his dress boot.

“Get a move-on, Croak!” one of the crowd demanded from some distance behind him while his immediate neighbours erupted in a ringing chorus of arrogant guffaws and hardly-suppressed laughter. “You can chat her up later, this pack is kriffing heavy.”

“Would you stow it, Kix!” Croak barked back over his shoulder, though there was no ignoring the flush imbued in those unmarred cheeks as his eyes returned to her. “Croak… CT-6638.”

He hurried into the room with his head down, instantly replaced by the next tall soldier awaiting their turn to enter. CT-3880 “Stretcher” and CT-4558 “Friendly” were the next two through the door, readjusting the bulky kits on their backs as they offered their elected sobriquet before hurrying after their counterpart. When, finally, CT-6161 “Siren” was the last to find his seat in the second row from the back, June closed the door and dimmed the lights, half-heartedly returning Challa’s thumbs up before slinking along the back of the room to take her seat behind the teacher’s desk.

The subsequent three hours saw June near pleading with the stars to further expedite every looming minute, stomach heaving anew with every glance upward from her datapad that saw a set of brown eyes instantly dart away from her. Though she funnelled every effort into following along with Challa’s lecture, the implications of the whispers somehow persevering through his amplified drone only intensified her desperation to leave that stuffy room.

Eleven o’clock came not a second too soon. Thankfully, one of the tasks June had been assigned when responsibilities were first divvied between that doctoral duo was to keep one eye on the chrono by the door. As the combat base had not been initially designed with traditional schooling in mind, there was no alarm to alert them of the conclusion of their allotted time, and Challa had been quick to advise her that overextending their hold on that group of soldiers had serious repercussions of which he hoped they’d never face. And though a handful of troopers, Kix included, offered her a congenial wave as they hiked the medkits back onto their shoulders and headed for the door, June remained stolid and unmoving behind the shield of that teacher’s desk.

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[astroid-wanderer]

My baby boiiiiiiii!!

Hello and welcome back!

Cuddles!!

I think that he would be a bit weirded out when you first introduce him to cuddles

Like ???

Poor baby is confused

“I don’t understand how this benefits the both of us…? Is there some sort of special connection that occurs during one’s time in this position?”

:|

He likes cuddling tho

He finds it cute to wake up after falling asleep while spooning and looks down at your cute little face.

“My dearest y/n… it’s mesmerizing how  adorable you look while you sleep… you make me feel… so happy…”

Man’s has heart eyes when he sees your sleepy face

“Tenya? What’s…going on…?”

“Go back to sleep my dearest, everything is taken care of.”

He likes to roam his hands on your body

Not in a sexual way tho

He just likes how you feel to him and wants to memorize all the nooks and crannies that your body has

If you have freckles scattered about he likes to count them and touch them with his fingers

*peaceful y/n sleeping* “…. 6 …*poke* … 7 …*poke*”

Please send me requests!!

[laxusthelightning]

 [ NSFW warning;; --- @freedthedark ]

     Surprise?      Oh and how he achieved it.

The dragon slayer eyed the lacrima with an unsure look, one eyebrow raised until he found the letter and read the text. Now, his curiosity won and he, of course, turned on the lacrima and followed the instructions, let the video play with help of his finger prints.

   And he nearly couldn’t believe what he just watched.

His eyes got wider with every second that passed and spellbound the blond followed the video, cheeks got redder and he even catched himself looking around as if he wanted to make sure that nobody was there. That nobody could see that and... Himself.

The stripping, the touching, those sweet words... And his shirt... Fuck, his body reacted and he felt the need to write Freed for a short time, ask him to come over or ask something like ‘what the fuck’ but that would sound negative and this was anything but negative. Swallowing harshly the slayer growled deeply, his body felt hotter and hotter until he realized... His pants were really, really tight. Looking around one more time and getting the affirmation that really nobody was here, not even his husband, Laxus unzipped his pants--- and suddenly he got an idea.

Smirking to himself and already breathing  faster, Laxus removed his pants, paused the video and went to their bedroom, just to return with a camera (which was probably used for this video) and he placed it in the correct ankle, pressing the ‘play button’ to record before he walked back to the couch, looked into the camera with a bright smirk (and still heated face) and touched himself to the video. Of course he would watch it carefully since he still wanted to enjoy it... But let’s be honest. this would only be the first time masturbating to that. Oh, there would follow more. Definetly.

His husband was an amazing man who had so much sexappeal, he could instantly get Laxus turned on and, oh boy, in this video he showed off all his skills. The dire need to touch Freed, to kiss him, lick him everywhere and his holes before he would fuck him... The need was so huge, Laxus clenched the fist that held his dick right now, caused himself a little pain to cool down, to just... Enjoy this video a little more.

Oh and the knowledge that he would give Freed THIS video... The reaction to the greenets one... That somehow turned him on as well, getting the idea that his man maybe would watch this too and get hard, the image of Freed jacking of to him was such a turn on, he couldn’t hold himself and gasped, his veins pumped as he shut his eyes and grinded his teeth---

The sperm was on his goddamn clothes now, his hand... And while he breathed heavily and slowly opened his eyes, Laxus turned his head to the camera, even though his mind was still at the video, he smirked and licked his lips, one hand catched a little of his own cum that he licked off seductively--- at least he tried. And then he growled into the camera.

       “Oh, fuck... Y’are the best.             Best gift... So, have a reaction... How sexy y’are...              How handsome... Amazin’.... Y’better look at what’ya did.”

Laxus maybe said that in a tone that was cheeky, sexy and... Confident. But honestly, he was as bright as a tomato and, FUCKING HELL, he would keep that video forever, that lacrima and... That was definetly NOT the last time he jacked off to that.

          Freed was the best.