#me yelling at the smoke alarm going off while i'm cooking

[theaceofarrows]

Me, a sex repulsed Ace: FUCK YOU!!

Me: But like, metaphorically speaking because otherwise gross

#asexual #asexuality #asexual humor #ace humor #lgbtqiia+ #ace memes #sex repulsed ace #story of my life #context: #me yelling at the smoke alarm going off while i'm cooking

[1whore1gang]

it's the little things🤍

This is part 5!!

Catch up on previous adventures HERE

Warnings: cussing, fluff, some sexual content but NOT smut

enjoy besties!! :)

This one feels so short compared to part 4 my bad but i have SO MUCH good plot coming SO PLEASE bear with me while i try to work through the inbetween chapters.

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@darkangel4121 I double tagged you just in case

Your alarm clock went off, waking you up. Quickly reacting, you turned it off as your eyes went to the playpen to make sure none of the littles had woken up.

Except, there were no babies in the playpen.

You sat up in a panic, searching the room for any evidence of where they could've gone when your heart skipped a beat. You saw John laying on his back, Gaz on his chest, Soap cuddling up to his right side, Ghost on the other side. Sighing in relief, you looked at the four sleepy boys. They were all sleeping silently as you blinked, almost like you were capturing the moment in your mind forever. You moved quietly as you stood, trying not to wake any of them.

Grabbing the sweater you kept by your bed, you wrapped it around yourself, the chill of the cold morning air on the compound leaving goosebumps on your skin. You took one last glance as you headed to the kitchen to begin making breakfast.

The sight you woke up to was burned in your memory. John was laying on his back, eyebrows scrunched as his slept. His chest heaving with breaths, the blankets low enough on the bed you snuck a peek at his happy trail that littered his abdomen. Your face flushed at the memory.

Gaz had been laying flat on his chest in a sprawled out starfish position while Soap was curled up in a ball on one of John's sides, Ghost clinging onto the other. You weren't sure on the story of how it came to be, but you knew you'd hear about it when John woke up and came to find you.

Working quietly, you began to bring pans out to cook waffles, it was one of John's favorites. He always slathered them in chocolate syrup and whipped cream like a little kid. It always made you giggle when his gruff voice would yell at Soap, who did most of the cooking, the throw him his chocolate.

You didn't cook much, let alone cook for the team. Soap was the chef here, and he always fed you all well. This was one of the four times you had came in the kitchen to cook. You were meticulously following directions, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

You weren't going to mess this up, or at least that's what you told yourself.

You were an hour into this and kept burning the waffles, no matter what you did, they never turned out. Some would stick to the pan, and other would be moments away from setting off the smoke detector. You leaned over the counter, putting your head in your hands in defeat.

You heard the sound of the waffle maker being moved, and when you looked up, John was there smiling at you. "Why don't we just go to the new breakfast place across town?" He said gently.

"I'm sorry. I wanted to do something nice for you and here we are." You couldn't help but laugh a little at yourself.

"You wanna do something nice? You can buy breakfast." You gave him a slack jawed look and he quickly moved out of the kitchen.

"John!" You ran after him back to your shared room but when you opened the door, he wasn't there. "John-JOHN!!" You called out his name in question, until he grabbed you from behind, picking you up and throwing you gently onto his bed.

You landed on your back, John hovering over you. "You're so beautiful, you know that right?" He kissed you gently before staring into your eyes.

"I love you." You said, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him in for another kiss. His lips were intoxicating, and you would kiss them all day if you could. "Put go put a shirt on so we can go eat." He moved off of you as you sat up. "Wait, are we bringing the boys?"

John stood for a moment to think, throwing a shirt on and discarding his pants. It was that moment you realized he doesn't wear underwear to bed. You quickly averted your eyes as you heard him chuckle. "Protecting my modesty, huh?"

"I don't need to see your junk or your ass." You laughed back.

"As for the boys, it's up to you. We do run a risk of being seen by someone we know. It'd be easier to explain us being out if we were alone." You looked at the three boys, all still asleep.

"Would we be bad people if we asked Laswell to watch them so we could have some alone time?"

You waited for an answer, but instead were met with, "She'll be here in 15 minutes." You snapped your head over to look at him, onlt to see he still hadn't put pants on.

"John!"

He laughed, "You can look, I'm proud of my physique."

You shook your head. "Whatever, I have nothing to be ashamed of." He chuckled back to you.

"I'm going to change in the bathroom." You said, grabbing some clothes you haphazardly grabbed from your room when you began staying in his.

You heard him hum in response as you began to change, closing the door. While you were doing your hair, you heard a knock at the door. "Can I come in?"

"Mhm." You hummed. John opened the door, sucking in a breath at the sight of you. "You need something?" You asked, looking at him in the mirror. He smiled at you, his voice coming out in a growl.

“You look delicious.” You’d have to be stupid to not see the way John looked at you sometimes, the way he’d make sly comments or small glances.

You knew he wanted you in his bed, he wanted to have you squirming underneath him, giving you what you craved from him. He wanted to rip those jeans you had on and absolutely go to town on any piece of skin you’d reveal to him.

But he knew you weren’t ready, and so he had to control himself. “Easy boy.” You teased, placing a hand on his chest. “I’m almost ready.”

You placed one last pin into your hair before turning to him, holding your arms out in a display of your finished look. He licked his lips as he grabbed your wrist to pull you closer to him. “Gorgeous, love.”

He brought you to his chest as he hugged you, kissing the top of your head.

Driving to breakfast, he had a hand on your thigh, the music playing softly on the car radio. You both were glad to be able to have some one on one time without one of the boys prying your attention away from one another.

Gaz was always whining for John to pick him up while anytime John made any sort of move on you, you’d hear Soap scream out of nowhere, his little eyebrows furrowed. John thought they were little cock blockers.

Ghost didn’t do much, he’d just hand John his letter blocks.

One night, you were catching up on some paperwork in your office and John took the boys and joined you. You watched him interact with them, playing with them to keep them occupied while you were supposed to be focusing on your reports.

You heard John laugh, a confused look on his face. “Is this the letter L?” You saw him speaking to Simon, and your mind lit up, remembering you hadn’t told him about your encounter with Simon and his blocks.

“John, wait-“ You rose from your desk.

“Good job-“ You heard a thud as Simon threw a block at John’s chest. Before he could scold Simon, you swooped him up.

“Are you trying to say something?” You coo to Simon, John giving you narrowed eyes and raised eyebrows. “Trust me.”

You set Simon back down as he grunted, grabbing at his blocks. He hands John the letter L again, grunting. “What’s this supposed to mean honey?” You said.

“He communicates?” John said after you began explaining the events of the other night where Simon had let you know he was somewhat aware.

You watched carefully as Simon searched for a specific letter, the handing the specific block to John. “It’s your initial?” John said.

“My initial and an L. Are you trying to say I’m a Lieutenant?” You asked, when Simon didn’t grunt, you searched your brain for answers. “Are you telling me you love me?”

Simon remained silent before aggressively setting down a ‘J’ in front of John. “J, L, and Y/I.” You muttered.

“We’re trying to figure it out honey.” You said. He grabbed at John’s toes, then grunted as he reached to grab yours too. “Us? It is us?”

“Are you asking me if I love her?” John said slowly. You watch as Simon plopped back down on his bottom and grunted.

You felt your breath catch as John spoke. “I do. I love her very much Simon, I plan to take good care of her for you. She’s safe with me.” Simon’s little mouth curved into a small smile before he snatched the blocks away and returned to playing.

“We need to find out what’s wrong with them, how do turn them back. I miss them.” You said, teary from the interaction with Simon.

“I do too. We’ll figure it out darling.” John placed a kiss on your forehead.

Since that night, you’d both been trying to get anything out of Simon, but he wasn’t as aware as you had originally thought.

As you and John pulled up to the restaurant, you couldn’t help but feel a bit saddened. Breakfast with the team was one of your favorite things.

Soap always ordered biscuits and gravy, Gaz was a pancake guy and Simon went with an omelet. You sighed as John grabbed your hand to walk to your table. “What’s on your mind doll?”

“I miss them. I want them back.” You said, opening your menu.

“I know, I do too. It’s getting tough to keep this hidden. Rumor has it a mission is coming up, we’ll have to find someone to watch them that isn’t Laswell.” You thought on John’s words, watching the look on his face.

“You already got the orders didn’t you?” You knew that tone of voice. “That’s why we’re out to breakfast isn’t it?”

He sighed in defeat. “Yeah. I’m off to Bahrain for 3 weeks. You’re there for two months.” Your eyes widened.

“Why am I there longer? Why aren’t we there for the same time?”

“Well, there’s some good news. You leave before me, I come out there in the middle of your deployment, then I’m off. You’ll get to come home to me.” His words were heavy in your mind.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Because I’m there to ‘supervise’ per say.” He did air quotes with his fingers. “They want me to be there to do some check ins and make sure everything is going according to plan as well as training. You’re there to lead the assignment.” He reached across the table to hold your hand. “We both knew this would happen. We couldn’t push them off forever. We knew there’s come a day that Laswell couldn’t watch the boys.”

You nodded. You did know that. Deep down, you knew that a day would come where you couldn’t push back assignments and missions anymore. “Who’s gonna watch them then?”

“I can hire someone, that way they aren’t associated with us or the military and there will be no way of any rumors getting out.” The waitress came by, asking if you were ready to order.

“I’ll take the french toast.” You said after John had ordered a continental. The waitress smiled as she walked away. “I guess that could work. I’m just nervous about all this. How do we trust whoever it is?”

“I’ll put them through our security system. Background check. It’s simple really.” John said. It made you laugh a little.

“When do I leave?” You said quite bluntly.

John squeezed your hand. “Next week.”

That day came quicker than you had liked. You were squeezing the boys, emotional to go on a mission without them. “I don’t know what I’m gonna do without my backup.” You said as you set down Soap. They were all sniffly and on the verge of crying. Well, Soap and Gaz were. Simon was stoic as always, handing you a block with a smiley face on it.

You faced John, teary eyed. “I’ll see you in 2 weeks. Don’t even fret, I’ll be there before you know it. I love you.” He walked you to the tarmac where you boarded the flight with your team. “Be safe.”

He kissed you, and he kissed you HARD. You wrapped your hands around his neck. “Hurry and get there quick.” You said before turning around and getting into your seat. You saw John wave one last time as the ramp closed.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes to stop the tears. “You okay L.T.?” You heard a small voice next to you.

It was one of your new Privates. “I’m good Diaz. Just hard to leave my teammates behind. This is my first mission without them.”

“I will admit, it’s odd seeing you without the four guys. Us rookies joke that they’re your guard dogs.” She let out a small laugh, which resulted in a smile of your own.

“I guess they are, huh?” You thanked Diaz, and she just nudged you in return. “Try to get some sleep, it’s a long flight and we start as soon as we land.”

“Who’s the newbie?” You tried not to turn your head as you heard someone talking about you.

“She’s a transfer. She ain’t no newbie Gaz. That’s Sergeant L/N. She’s from the states.” You heard another man speak up. You felt a bit panicked, unknowing if they were going to begin to speak poorly about you.

You felt a hand on your shoulder and looked up to see a man with a mohawk. “Don’t let those bastards get to ye. They’re all bark no bite. I’m Johnny, but people call me Soap.” He reached his hand out, and you shook it. “I hear you’re a pretty big deal.” He spoke clearly, but his scottish accent smushed some of his words together.

“They transferred me here to train. I’m not here for long.” It was like you were reciting from a script. Soap cocked an eyebrow. “I’m from New York, joined the Marines at 18, trained as a combat medic. They wanted to send me on an assignment to train to be front lines.” Soap blinked emptily at you.

“Let me guess…that’s what they rehearsed you to say?”

“Uh- yeah.” You laughed a little.

Soap put his arm around your shoulders, shaking you a bit. “Learn to loosen up Sarge. No one is gonna want to hear that rehearsed crap. Just be yourself. Consider me your guide to the 141.”

Your eyes snapped open as Captain Snyder began yelling. He was from another unit, similar to the 141. He would be leading this mission from the sky. You were here to lead from the ground.

Immediately upon landing, you all ran out into the base, the team going into formation as you stood in front of them with Snyder. He nodded to let you know you could start speaking. “Alright. I appreciate all of you being here with us. This isn’t a long detail, but it’s an important one. We’re here to guard transport in and out of the embassy. Every single one of us needs to stay vigilant and if you suspect something, report it. Better safe than sorry. It’s going to be draining, long days and no sleep, but I believe in you guys and we are here if you need absolutely anything. At ease!”

You watched as they all relaxed. You looked to Snyder as he began briefing them on where they’d report to at the beginning of everyday and where they’d sleep when the time came. There was 2 teams. One led by you and one led by him. One would work the 12pm-12am and the other would work the 12am-12pm.

Unfortunately you were the night shift. The first few days were rough, your body getting used to the time zone and the off puting of your sleep schedule. Once you adjusted, you were fine.

Your team often came to you with reports of activity that turned out to be a misunderstanding, or saying they didn’t feel well. Most of these recruits were pretty tough, most of the complaints were earnest. A couple of your soldiers came down with fevers or stomach bugs, which you granted them time off to recover, running yourself ragged to keep up from the lack of hands.

When you’d return to your cot in the middle of the day, your body would ache, keeping you up more than you liked. You had lost some weight after the first couple of days from the poor food supply and the amount of running around you were doing.

What kept you going was counting down the days until John arrived with his unit.

9 days left.

9 days until you could get some reprieve.

#captain price x reader #modern warefare 2 x reader #soap mactavish smut #soap mactavish x reader #tf141 x reader #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #johnny mactavish #john price #kyle gaz garrick

[pablitogavii]

Hey i really need another story of gavi as a dad/about to be a dad (family masterlist)

It's the thought that counts, amor

Pablo was struggling so bad right now to make something for breakfast since never in his life has he had to cook for himself. There was always a cafeteria in La Masia and later, his mom always made linch she wanted the whole family to ear together.

When you and Pablo moved to your new apartment, you would always have a meal ready after his trainings and he really appreciated you for it secretly loving your cooking the most. When you got pregnant, he made sure you got your rest and his mom agreed to help with any home work that needs to be done including the cooking cause you can't stand long on your feet.

"Porque es tan complicado! Mierda!" he was cussing himself while trying to crack an egg for the past twenty minutes completely forgetting about the oil un the pan that started to smoke and cause a fire alarm to go off at seven in the morning.

You jumped at the loud sound looking around in fear when you couldn't find Pablo but luckily he was quickly rushing to your side and placing his hand on your stomach helping with the kicks.

"Amor! Shhh it's me..it's your Pablito..I'm right here preciosa. Everything is fine, I promise!" he was consulting you while the alarm was still basting all around you. When the smoke vanished through the window he opened, the sound stopped finally and you were both relieved.

"What happened!?" you said sitting up and drinking some water trying to calm yourself down while Pablo looked at you nervously while scratching the back of his head.

"You're doing it again Pablito..." you say after putting down the bottle of water on your nightstand.

"Doing what amor?" he asked acting dumb but you both knew what's up.

"Scratching your head when you do something bad. What happened out there???" you asked and he chuckled that you knew him that well already.

"I tried to surprise you...and..um well, why don't you come see it for yourself?" he said taking your hand as you both walked to the kitchen where was the biggest mess you ever saw. Untracked eggs on the counter, half burnt pan on the stove and cups of water all over as he tried to stop the flame.

"Amor..." you said shocked at what he menage to do in less that half an hour. You are definitely forbidding him from ever entering your kitchen again!

"I'm sorry! So sorry amor! I wanted to make you cute breakfast in bed...to surprise you cause you always cook for me..but I never knew it's so hard! Are you mad at me???" he asked pouting and you sighed walking up to him and holding his face while making him look at you instead of the mess.

"Tu eres tan mono Pablito!" you say with a smile and he blushed shyly leaning down to capture your lips glad you were not yelling angrily at him right now.

"But let's make a promise right now, bueno? I do the cooking and the next time you want to surprise me with a breakfast in bed, just order it from a bakery downstairs, vale amor??" you say starting to giggle and he nodded wishing he came up with that idea from the beginning. You were his smart girl always!!!

"I can try to make you coffee if you'd like princesa?" he said wanting to do at least something but you quickly pulled him back thinking it was probably a bad idea to leave him in the kitchen alone again.

"Just come back to bed and give me cuddles, vale?" you giggle and he nods grabbing you things and your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you back to bed.

"I'm sorry the surprise didn't turn out good amor..." Pablo spoke while cuddling with you and playing with your hair as you checked your phone.

"It's the thought that counts, amor" you answer looking up with a smile and he nodded also smiling before kissing your lips lovingly.

Hope you liked it! <333

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[blooming-violets]

HI KATIEEE HOW ARE YOU, MY LOVE, my Andrew hyper fixation came back so I'm going to try to interact again, ALSO I MISSED U AND YOUR WRITING KSBFWKNGLDNGSLFNSKNFNFSL

ALSO GUESS WHO'S BIRTHDAY IS TODAY (obviously mine but it already started in the worst way, my friends forgot my birthday)

-🌸

Your friends are trash and rude and undeserving of your amazingness. I think about you all the time and anytime you pop up in my inbox my heart does a happy dance. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LOVELY. I WILL SEND YOU ALL THE KISSES.

Here is a birthday present in the shape of a 2am tiny fluff piece of Peter Parker entitled:

The Birthday Girl

You had been ordered to sit alone in your bedroom with the door closed while Peter fiddled around with something on the other side. You could hear the sound of pots and pans clanging together followed by the occasional curse of anger. Judging from the smell, he was the process of cooking your breakfast and burning it. He couldn't hide the obvious smoke smell filling up your small apartment. You were pretty sure you also heard the fire alarm go off once for a brief second before he quickly silenced it.

You stood at the bedroom door and yelled through, "Can I come out yet? I'm bored! It's been almost an hour! You can't keep me prisoner forever!"

Another string of curses hit your ears and you chuckled quietly to yourself at his frustration.

"No!" Peter snapped back. "Shut up and stay put, dammit! I'm almost done!"

You rolled your eyes with a smile, not taking his annoyance seriously, and taking a seat back on the edge of the bed. Along with being told that you must stay locked in the bedroom, he also ordered you to stay in your pajamas. You were not allowed to get dressed under any circumstances. He wanted you to be comfy and cozy.

Finally the door knob jiggled and the door was kicked opened more violently than you would have appreciated. Peter stood in the hallway, his arms full of a large tray covered in various breakfast items, and balancing two full glasses of drinks on his finger tips. In his mouth he held a single red rose. Any ordinary person would not have been able to carry all that in trip but Peter was not ordinary. Your eyes widened at display in front of you.

"You were su'osed to stay in 'ed, dummy." He mumbled around the rose stem, trying to carefully avoid the thorns.

You knew there was one other rule you had forgotten, "Breakfast in bed, right, right. I get it." You giggled. "Let me help you."

You jumped up to grab the tray of food but he shooed you away with his foot. Instead, he placed the tray nicely on the foot of the bed and the glasses on the side table. He ushered you back into the bed but not before dropping the rose in your hand and pecking your lips with a smile.

Peter quickly straightened up and got into character as the dotting waiter.

"Good morning, miss. On today's menu we have the birthday girl's favorite chocolate chip pancakes topped with homemade whipped cream and rainbow sprinkles. On the side, I've got scrambled eggs. They were meant to be sunny side up but the chef struggled this morning and they turned into a lovely scramble instead. There's also some bacon. Charred to a crisp, once again, due to our chef's inability to multitask. Fresh fruit, cut up in perfectly bite sized pieces for that refreshing burst of fruity flavor in the morning. Unfortunately the toast is no longer on the menu as there was an incident where the toaster may have flew out the window in a fit of frustrated rage after burning the fifth piece of toast attempted to be made. But, alas, the meal was made with nothing but love and served to perfection. Please, enjoy."

Your mouth dropped, "Peter...you did not throw our toaster out the window, did you? Not again."

He cleared his throat and shot you a guilty smile, "Not me, miss. That would be something you should take up with the chef."

"Oh my god." You shook your head in disbelief. You'd never met someone who got into more fights with household appliances than Peter Parker did. You sighed, accepting your poor toasters fate. "Well, what made it out of the kitchen looks delicious. Will the waiter and/or chef be joining me this morning to eat?"

"Don't you have a handsome, sexy, beautiful, wonderful, amazing boyfriend who might care to join you instead?"

You pulled the tray of food closer to you and scooped up a big bite of pancakes, "Nope. Just me. And you. My sexy waiter chef man."

"Then I suppose I'll have to join you. I can't have the birthday girl sitting alone on her birthday!" Peter ran to other side of the bed and rolled on, causing some of the scrambled eggs to spill off the plate and onto the sheets. He quickly plucked them up and popped them in his mouth. "I'll wash the sheets later. Also, don't eat the eggs. These are terrible. And crunchy. Did I leave shells in the pan?" He made a face of disgust at the eggs he was chewing in his mouth.

You laughed, "The pancakes are wonderful. Have some of those instead. I can't eat six pancakes, Pete. I'm assuming most of these are actually meant for you?" You scooped some onto your fork and stuck them in Peter's mouth.

His eyes widened in happiness at the taste, "Oh yeah. These are the shit. I did good on those because I knew you liked them most. Then I just kept making them and couldn't stop. There's about twenty more still out in the kitchen."

"You're insane. And I'm sure your crunchy eggs and burned bacon aren't that bad either." You leaned over to kiss his cheek. "Thank you. This is wonderful. I love it. No one's ever made me breakfast in bed before."

"This is just the start of your birthday adventure. First it's breakfast in bed in your pajamas. There's also mimosas. I forget that part. I may have already tried a few glasses to make sure they were up to your standards. They're really good. I think you will approve. Then you get to take a shower with yours truly." He wiggled his eyebrows at you with a devilish smile as you rolled your eyes with a laugh. "Then we are going out. It's a surprise. I'm not telling you where. I'm not going to ruin it no matter how hard you try to interrogate me. These lips are sealed tight. I will surprise you this time."

"I'll get it out of you in the shower," you replied, having no doubt that Peter would spill the beans the second you got him naked. He was terrible at keep secrets from you.

"That's not playing fair," he whined, knowing you were right. He leaned over to attack your neck with kisses. "I'm going to spoil you all day long. You wait, it's going to be the best birthday you've ever had. You're going to be so impressed with me by the time the day is over. Best birthday ever, a Peter Parker promise."

#asks #tasm #tasm x reader #a lil birthday blurb for you my sweet baby #happy birthday!! #im sorry your friends suck #don't let their lameness dictate how wonderful you are #they are not a reflection of you

[loveneversleepss]

Part 1. Meeting the boys

Previous / next

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Earlier~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I wake up to the sound of our smoke alarm going off. I get up quickly and run over to the kitchen. I see Jennie putting out the fire on the stove. "Yah! Jennie!" I yell out and run over. I help put out the fire and see the rest of the girls run out of their rooms. "What happened in here?!" Ryujin yells out in shock. "I'M SO SORRY, I WAS TRYING TO COOK BREAKFAST FOR US AND I ACCIDENTALLY PUT TOO MUCH SALT AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED." Jennie explains. We all start to laugh and I go pat Jennie's back. "Well its the thought that counts." I smile at her. She looks at the ground and fidgets with her shirt. "Well I guess that means I'll order something from the cafe.." Solar says and takes out her phone. "I'll go pick it up." I say and start to get dressed.

I start to walk over to the Jyp Cafe and order for all of us. I sit down and go on my phone. I had noticed when we walked in that there was a girl who kept looking at me from her table. she must've recognized me because she started to walk over. "Um excuse me, I don't wanna bother you but can I take a photo with you? Your Love Luna of Lunaire right?" I look up at her and smile. I get up and stand next to her. She's kinda cute and tiny. "Of course I'll take a photo with you." I pose next to her and look at the camera. "Oh my god thank you so much. You have no idea how long I've been a fan of yours. I'm a predebut fan and I love your work. It's amazing how much you are like Bangchan and creating a group on your own. I could never." I smile at her while she's rambling and look at the badge she has on. Official Jype trainee, how odd. I analyze her clothes and looks like she just came from practicing. So early in the morning too. I hear my name get called from the barista. "It's been really nice meeting you and honestly I don't think I've ever heard someone compare me with Bangchan. I'mma tell you a secret." I lean in close and whisper in her ear," I've never met Stray kids before." I pull away and walk to get our food.

"Hey y'all I'm back with the food!!" I yell out and set the food on the counter. The girls are in living room and slowly turn to me. They all have blank expressions. "What's wrong." I say and notice our manager. "They are saying that our group is gonna be broken up. They are terminating out contract and we will be assigned to go to different groups." Soyeon states her voice breaking a little. "What?! This can't be true." I look up at our manager and she reaches her hand out with a paper. I grab the paper and read it. "I'm so sorry girls." Our manager says and walks out the door. No way. I've sacrificed everything for this. This can't happen. "I don't accept this." I yell out and all the girls look at me. "It's already been decided. We can't do anything." Solar tells me. "No it can't end like this. I won't accept this." I yell out in anger. "Calm down. We will think of something." Soyeon says and side hugs me. "As long as we promise not to leave each other we will figure it out." We all nod our heads and hug each other.

Couple days later..

Our manager had told us that we would need to start packing soon to move with our new groups. We haven't been told where we are going and we are resisting as much as we can. "Luna. Come over here for a sec." My manager asks and I follow her. "What is it?" I state blankly. "It seems that my boss wants to have a meeting with you. It seems its about your group contract." I look down at the floor and fidgets with my shirt. "Ok." I say and she starts to walk away. "Oh right, and wear something appropriate. Nun of your gansta crap. I know you will just wear it to spite him but this is big. Not something to mess around with." What the hell does that mean. I turn around and roll my eyes. Whatever. I'll see what to wear. Just something simple and cute.

~~~~~~~~~~~~ The present ~~~~~~~~~~~

I turn the knob slowly and walk in. I see a group of 8 sitting down on a large couch and my boss sitting in his desk. I bow to everyone and put an annoyed face on. "Please don't be angry, Luna. We need to talk. Please sit." I look at the small chair and sit down reluctantly. I look over to the 8 guys sitting across from me. Wow they mad attractive. Wait isn't this Stray kids. Holy crap.

Maybe I should've dressed a little nicer. I notice one guy staring directly at me. I think his name is Felix. He looks me up and down then makes direct eye contact with me. Holy shi- "So Luna I've heard you're not happy with the group breaking up. May I hear why?" Jyp stupidly states.

"Well for one I've sacrificed a lot for the group and you just take it away just like that is not ok. Now you're gonna put us in different groups and for what? Aren't we popular enough to keep going?" I argue while trying to be still as respectful as possible. I mean he is my boss. He tilts his head to the side and leans back in his chair. He lets a out a laugh and straightens up. "Well you do know what a temporary group is right? You were never gonna stay as a group forever. That is basic knowledge." He says and makes me sound stupid. I fidget with my purse and look down at my shoes. "I just kinda of thought that if we got big enough. You would let us stay as a permanent group.." I start to speak quietly now. Losing all my confidence.

It stays silent for a while until I think of something. If he just wanted to talk to me about it he could've done it privately. Not in front of one the of the biggest 4th gen boy group. I look up slowly and analyze the boys again. All of them looking right at me. Crap. Wait why are they here. No way. Is he gonna partner me with them. Ha isn't that great. I start to gain my confidence back. I lean back in my chair and let out a laugh. I smirk and look at Jyp. "So why am I really here. I know it's not just to listen to me complain that I don't want it group to break up. I'm amusing that you want to talk about me moving to another group. Like this lovely group right here, Stray kids." I say with full confidence. Jyp looks at me with a frown and sucks on his teeth.

"Correct. You've got it right. I do want you to move into their group. And by want I mean you are. No questions asked." He says trying to dominate me. "Yeah no. So here's what's gonna happen. I'm not gonna do that and you're gonna make my group permanent. Because I have something you don't want to get out." I say grabbing my bag and tossing over a paper. His eyes widen as he looks at the paper. "I knew that you were gonna do this and so I came prepared. I have pretty good acting skills don't I?" He freezes in the spot and I stand up and walk over to his desk. "So sure I'll join your little boy group but on some conditions. You might wanna write it down." I say and look at his secretary hiding in the other room hiding behind the door. "Come on out and do what you're told." I say and she comes out.

"Alright so the number 1 condition. You will make Lunaire a permanent group and don't move anyone. I of course will not have time to be the leader so Soyeon will take my place. Number 2 I will join this group only if Bangchan has full rights of the group. You don't do anything for them and take credit for what isn't yours. So you will do everything in your power to promote us. Number 3 you will not force anything on us. That includes diets, clothes, forced interactions, overworking and performing while injured. Last but not least I want rights to my group. I decide what's good for them and what happens." I lean against the desk making eye contact with him. "Got that? All is good then." I say brightly smiling and grabbing my bag. I look over to the boys. "Does that sound alright with you?" I say looking at Chan. He nods his head and looks blankly at me. I smile and bow. I grab the paper that the secretary was writing on and write an agreement on the bottom. "Sign" I say and hand the pen over to Jyp. He signs it and looks at me in horror. "Well that's all. Bye bye" I bow and walk out.

"Now that is one hell of a girl." Lee know says out loud and looks at his members.

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#stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids stay #stray kids series #stray kids smut #straykids hard hours #straykids smut

[lacelynpage]

Hi!! I love your Sherlock preferences! Please could I request one based around waking up with them, morning cuddles, etc? Thanks!!❣️

A/N: Boo! Did I scare you by actually posting?? I know its takin me a vary long time to answer this and for that I am so sorry, Darling. I hope you like it though! I'm trying darling, I promise I haven't forgotten about you or your requests. See you all later <3

Waking up together ~ Sherlock Preferences

Sherlock: 

Waking up with Sherlock isn't really waking up WITH Sherlock. It's more waking up to the sounds of yelling from the kitchen. Once you've run down stairs to see what he's yelling about, finding him trying to make you breakfast. Sherlock is a terrible cook and doesn't know where anything is in the kitchen so it's a complete disaster. The pan he had the eggs in is smoking. The kettle for the tea is whistling loudly and with no signs of stopping. And Sherlock has caught his dressing gown's sleeve on fire. Though once you helped him put out the multiple fires he had started, you sat down together and just had some tea. Every morning with Sherlock is something new, that's one of the many things that make him so special. 

John:

Your favorite part of the day is always waking up with John. the two of you wake up together and just talk. You talk about your dreams the previous night or something you saw on your phone while you were waiting on the other to wake up. On your days off the two of you don't leave your bed till late afternoon because you are preoccupied enjoying eachothers company to actually do anything. It's just so peaceful to curl up with him and talk. 

Mycroft:

There is a routine with Mycroft. He gets up at six o’clock on the dot every morning to run on his treadmill and so on and so forth. He always makes you breakfast. He will come into your room at exactly seven and give you a quick kiss and tell you to get up. Most days you don't want to get up but he always finds a way of getting you up, dressed, and eating your food by seven forty five. Mycroft is simultaneously his happiest and his most irritated in the morning. He loves cooking for you and waking you up, however he is also thinking about what the day has in store. Over breakfast he usually gives you the rundown of his schedule and you do the same. Then it's off to Downing street. Mycroft isn't one for extravagant expressions of love, but every morning you get to see the look in his eyes when he wakes you up and you know he loves you.

Greg:

Every morning Greg makes it impossible to get out of bed. Mainly because he snoozes every alarm about five times, but also because he is so warm and soft. He always pulls you into him and says good morning in the sleepiest and gruffest voice on the planet. It melts your heart every time. He is anything but a morning person so he usually grumbles when you finally make him get up. He is all cuddles and slow kisses in the morning and you love it. 

Moriarty:

In order to wake up with Jim he would have had to actually gone to bed. His brain is constantly moving, running impossible scenarios through a million times until he makes them possible. On the rare occasions that he does actually lay down with you and go to sleep, he normally ends up waking you up at two am to walk through something he might have missed. Jim is a fucking Roller coaster ride of emotions and sleeping patterns. Though, when he wakes you up in the morning, after a long night of his Insomnia keeping him up. He will sit there and read to you a list of all of the things he wanted to talk to you about but couldn't because you were sleeping. He always wishes you were awake with him because he never wants to stop talking to you. 

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[bishopbelovamarvelohmy]

"The Warrior Destroyer" | Valkyrie x Reader | Chapter I: "The Man in the Red Robe"

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Hi everyone! I figured that my blog was getting a little boring lately since I haven't been posting any fics recently, so I'm starting a new series for you all! I hope you enjoy!

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Pairing:Valkyrie (MCU) x Reader Canon: No Requested: No Universe: MCU Word Count: 1,205 Summary: The God Butcher has been destroyed, but as with any villain, there’s always copycats. All seems peaceful in New Asguard until a new, more powerful villain shows up to eliminate the last surviving Valkyrie.

Warnings: Thor: Love and Thunder Spoilers Potentially, PG-13 Violence, Blood, Injury

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Something is off. Or at least, that's what you keep telling yourself.

After Thor, Jane, Korg, Valkyrie, and you had defeated the God Butcher, New Asguard has seemed off.

Sure, the fact that Jane isn't around anymore is definitely off-putting. Her funeral was difficult for everyone, but mostly Thor. He'd spent three weeks in his makeshift hut in the mountains alone, trying to compensate what needed to happen next.

However, even that became normal after a while. At the current moment, you're lost in thought. You're sitting on the couch in your shared house with your girlfriend, waiting for her to come home.

"Y/N! I'm back!" A sweet, melodic voice rings through the house and snaps you back into reality.

You stand up and walk to the door, greeting your girlfriend with open arms.

You and Valkyrie (also known as Brunnhilde) have been dating ever since the God Butcher was slain, which was about three months ago.

"Valkyrie!" You exclaim happily, outstretching your arms for a hug from your loving girlfriend.

However, she gives a playful pout and crosses her arms. "A hug? That's all that your wonderful, strong, independent, loving girlfriend gets after a long day at work?" she asks.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, my bad," you reply, going along with her antics. "So sorry, m'lady, please, come in and show me what you deserve."

Valkyrie smirks and steps inside, shutting the door behind her as she lunges forwards and grabs your waist. She pulls you close to her, so your body is flush against hers. "I'll show you what I want!" She exclaims.

You laugh as she kisses you repeatedly on the lips, finally managing to wiggle out of her grasp. "Valkyrie! VALKYRIE!" You giggle as she chases you through the house. "Stop, I have to start dinner!"

"Who cares about dinner, love," Valkyrie replies as she catches you and pins you against the wall, "when you look as beautiful as the sunrise each morning?"

Your wide smile softens at your girlfriend's words, soon turning into an passionate stare. She looks back at you with the same passion before leaning in.

You lean in as well, kissing her passionately as you use the time to get away from the wall. When you two finally separate, you head to the kitchen to start dinner.

As you cook, you suddenly start to think about how strangely quiet it is again; how it's too relaxing. You space out, and suddenly shouting from Valkyrie and the beeping of the smoke alarm snap you out of your daze.

"Y/N! Y/N! The steak, it's burning! Turn off the stove, turn it off!" Valkyrie shouts as you turn to see the steak smoking.

Before either of you can react the steak erupts into flames, the smell of burnt food quickly filling the house.

In a desperate attempt to stop a house fire from occurring, you outstretch your hand and shoot ice shards at the flames, quickly putting out the fire.

You've had ice powers since you can remember, and when you first met Valkyrie's (scary) friends you were grateful she didn't completely freak out when you accidentally froze one of them into an ice block.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" You cry out, terrified Valkyrie will yell at you or go into an enraged outburst. "I didn't mean to, I swear! I was spaced out, I swear, I didn't--"

You're cut off by your girlfriend pulling you into a kiss to quiet you down. "Shh," she coos, "it's okay. Come on over to the couch, let's talk, Y/N."

She helps you over to the couch and you sit down, your hands trembling. Oh no, not this again. Please, anything but this, and anytime but now...

"Y/N, are you alright? What's happening? You know you can talk to me," Valkyrie says, concern filling her eyes.

"Mmmm...." you groan, starting to sway. "I don't.... I don't think I can stay awake..."

"Y/N? What's happening?! No, no, come on, stay awake! Don't pass out!" Valkyrie cries out.

That's the last thing you hear before you black out, falling off the couch and onto the floor.

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"You are weak minded!"

You gasp, waking up on cold, hard pavement. You sit up from your lying down position immediately, looking around to see it's pouring the rain. Actually, it's storming.

A man with a blood red robe on is standing not too far away, a small red gemstone hovering above his right hand, which is outstretched.

In his left hand he holds Valkyrie in a headlock on her knees. You scream at the sight of your girlfriend: her nose is bloodied and her lip is split open. Multiple bleeding gashes and scratches litter her once-smooth skin, and a massive gash runs across her forehead.

"Valkyrie!" You yell, "Let her go you inhuman beast!" You scream at the man.

He only cackles maniacally, grasping the red stone and tossing it up in the air. While in the air, the stone turns into a dagger, and upon falling the man catches it perfectly.

"Say goodbye to your little lover girl!" He laughs before plunging the dagger into the center of Valkyrie's chest.

Valkyrie gasps and begins to spit blood out of her mouth. The man releases his grip on her and she falls to the side. The man recalls the dagger and it flies out of her chest and back into his hand, turning back into a stone.

"Valkyrie!" You run to her side, kneeling beside her. Tears fill your eyes as you gaze down at her. "No, no, stay with me! Please!"

"Oh, Y/N..." she rasps, "it's time for me to go."

"No, no!" you plead, "Please!"

She only smiles, "I love you, my little icicle...." her sentence trails off as she dies, the life fading from her once-lively eyes.

"NO!" you cry out before laying her down on the pavement gently. Wiping your tears away, you stand and turn to the man in the red robe. "YOU!" you roar. "YOU DID THIS! AND NOW YOU'RE GOING TO PAY!"

You charge towards him, but as you get closer he starts to fade as he laughs.

"You will always remember the day your girlfriend was killed by--" his speech is cut off by another, different voice.

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"Y/N! Y/N! Wake up!"

Your dream fades away as you open your eyes, grunting. "V-Valkyrie? You're not dead?"

"What? No, of course not! I thought YOU were the dead one, idiot!" she growls. "Don't scare me like that ever again, you hear?" She asks.

"No, no! It's not real!" You suddenly yell, shoving her away from you. "You-you died! The man--he-he killed you! You're not real! This is a vision!"

"Y-Y/N...?" Valkyrie whispers, "What happened to you?" She holds out her hand, tears filling her eyes. "I'm real, I swear. Please, come back to me..."

You try hard to distinguish reality from dream, staring into Valkyrie's eyes. Suddenly, something snaps. "You-you're real..." you mutter. "He didn't kill you?"

"Who?" she asks, stepping closer to you, relieved.

"The man," you say, your mind still a bit unclear on what's dream and what's reality.

"What man?" she asks.

"The man in the red robe."

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I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter of "The Warrior Destroyer"! I'll see you on another story, yeah?

Blade out.

#valkyrie x reader #valkyrie #angst #series #the warrior destroyer series #blade #bishopbelovamarvelohmy #thor odinson #thor #thor love and thunder #jane foster #jane foster thor #korg

[lovelytarou]

kiss me thru the phone — bakugo katsuki

— katsuki always calls you on the phone, making sure that it's his voice you hear when you wake and the one you'll listen to as you fall asleep.

pairing: bakugo katsuki x reader

tags: established relationship, swearing? cuz this is bakugo hehe. not proofread!!

genre: fluff, kinda angst

word count: 1.4k

a/n: 1/7 of the 200 follower event, i can just see him doing this lmao. sorry if the header doesn't look good, i tried my best (˘･_･˘) not at me saying i'll upload this yesterday night but it's already 2am here. it is what it is.

bakugo katsuki is a busy man. 

even when he was in his UA days, you always see him training by himself and excusing himself early to go study and then eventually, sleep. his friends often tease him for being a grandpa and not having time to go and have fun, but when he met you that's when he really started to let himself free and experience fun things with his friends albeit he's masking it as having “no choice but to join” under the guise of watching over his friends as to not make themselves look like idiots, but you know better. you know that when he says he doesn't care, you understand the meaning that he actually does. and deeply too.

he's just a big tsundere who cares a lot for the people he loves. 

now that he's a pro hero working his way up to the top, hectic times and cancelled dates cannot be helped. he has to always excuse himself and apologize over and over for not going to the date you both planned as promised and you always have to say that it's alright, that you understand over and over. and if anyone knew bakugo, it's that he would never settle for less. a simple ‘okay’ isn't enough for him. 

so when you woke up one morning to the ringing of your phone and the rare photo of your lover smiling instead of your cacophonous alarm, you knew it had to be one of those days where bakugo was feeling particularly soft for you.

rolling over on his side of the bed, you answered the call with a smile on your face despite him not seeing it. the warm streaks of sunlight coming through the windows illuminated your face, making you shut your eyes for a moment.

“hi, baby.” you croaked, voice scratchy and raspy upon waking.

you heard his chuckle on the other end before he greeted you as well.

“good morning, sleepyhead. it's 10am already, you should be getting your ass out of bed,” he scolded you. you rolled your eyes as you lied on your back, staring up at the ceiling while you twirled a piece of your hair like a lovestruck schoolgirl talking to your crush. 

“i know, i know. but the bed's still warm and i wanna stay in bed for a bit.” you whined, even pouting for effect that you knew he wouldn't resist. 

you heard him click his tongue in annoyance at your statement. knowing him, he's probably shaking his head in disapproval at your lazy behavior. 

“get the fuck out of bed or else your breakfast will get cold. you don't want to eat cold food, do you?" 

“wait, you made me breakfast?” you felt your stomach do flips at the thought of bakugo waking up early and even having the time and effort to cook for you. 

you heard him scoff at that, “course i did. i know your dumbass will complain about how i didn't cook you anything before i left if i didn't. so eat up, okay? i know i'm not always at home to eat with you and this is the only thing i can do to make you feel that you're not alone. and i'm sorry about that. i promise one of these days, i'll take you out for dinner, alright?” 

he can only hear sniffles and soft sobs on the other end as you nodded. 

“oi, are you crying?!”

“yes! why the hell are you so sweet? and it's too early for me to be crying like this!” you wailed, tears streaming down your face like a waterfall, trying your best to wipe them away with your night shirt. 

“i'd like that very much. you're the best, katsuki. take care and good luck at work!” 

“i know i am, babe. take care as well, don't wait up for me tonight, i'll call you.” you both bid your goodbyes with words of love before he hung up to do his hero work and for you to get ready for the day. you ate your breakfast with a smile on your face and heart feeling much fuller than your stomach with the thought of katsuki.

some days, when he's away on a mission, he'd love to call you randomly and he wouldn't even care if you're doing something or if you're busy. what he knows is that he needs to hear your voice more than anything. 

on a particularly busy and dreadful day, bakugo had called you during work and you picked it up without second thoughts, worry already clouding your mind. 

“tsuki baby!” you greeted in a joyful tone. your smile evaporated when he didn't return the sentiment.

“katsuki? are you okay? what's up, baby?” you tried to make your voice as soothing as possible, knowing that any other unwelcoming approach might set him off.

he sighed on the other end, and you can only guess what happened.

“i'm fine...just...i missed your voice,” his own had a low timbre to it, sort of a deep vulnerable tone he only let you hear when he wanted you to see his true self without the facades and the mask. 

“i'm here now, katsuki. do you wanna talk?” being a pro hero can be stressful as much as he loves it. he's also human, and he can only handle as much when faced with a lot of obstacles in life.

“yeah, that'd be nice. tell me about your day, how are you?” he might be diverting the topic towards you instead but you indulged him in his request and started to tell him about your day – from the time you wake up to the time you arrived to work.

“oh! and um, i also bumped into my old friend a while ago. they asked me about you and i told them that we should meet up someday, you know, like a double date?” 

“sure, yeah. i'd love to meet them. they seem like a cool person.” 

“they are! anyway, what about you? anything happened in there on the mission?” you waited patiently for his response which he appreciated a whole lot than what you realize. 

“it was okay. the mission was going smoothly with everyone helping and then...i just, we rescued this man and his...wife got–” he faltered, you heard him choke a sob through the phone and you can only wish you can hold him right at that moment if you weren't only miles away from each other. 

“it's okay if you don't wanna continue, tsuki. i understand this is heavy for you. i'm sorry you have to suffer through that alone. i wish i can be there for you,” in your head, you're imagining that you're comforting him and kissing his worries away as he's nuzzling into your neck. and you'd tell him that everything will be alright and that you'll always be there for him.

“i'm sorry...thank you, for staying with me and being in my life. i wouldn't know what i'd do without you, honestly. maybe be the same asshole that i was before we met,” he joked, chuckling at the fond memory that felt like ages ago today. 

“no worries, babe. you know i'm always here if you want to talk. i'll listen and you can never talk my ear off because i love listening to you sexy voice.” you teased, knowing it would make him as red as a tomato. the both of you laughed and it felt like you're together, probably at home as you lounged in the living room without worrying about anything.

“whatever. i like hearing your voice too, i guess. anyway, i gotta go in a few minutes. i'm calling again later before you sleep, make sure you don't doze off on me!” you can practically imagine the smoke coming out of his ears as he yelled at his phone.

“yes, yes, i will. i already told you i'm sorry! go kick some villain ass in there, baby. i'll be waiting for you back home.” 

“good. goodbye, i miss you. stay safe and always lock your door and the windows! don't stay up too late or i'll swim there to make you sleep myself–”

before he went on a tangent about his usual scoldings you told him that you still had work to do and he can save them for later, but you felt warm inside knowing this is how he tells you he loves you without really saying them. time and distance may keep you away from each other, but your love can travel through great distances and defy all odds. 

Taglist: @chibishae34

#sorry for posting late! 🤧 #ugH what i wouldn't do to hear his voice through the phone <3 #tarou writes 🌹 #tarou at 200 🎉 #bnha #bnha fic #💫. bakugo katsuki #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo fluff #bnha imagines #bnha fanfiction #bnha x reader #bakugo katsuki

[xprojectrpg]

Moment of Awesome - Clint Barton/Hawkeye: X-Force are extracting a SWORD asset from a Sentinels lab. They weren't expecting Clint to be that asset.

“Secret Clones are so 2020 though, secret Asgardians are the new Black. Bet it’s one of the warriors three. The cute one with the sword.”

The rest of the journey was a long straight shot followed by an easily drilled out vent panel that Felicia caught just before it clanged to the ground below, twisting it around and pushing it to the side. "Please be Lady Sif, please be Lady Sif..." she chanted as she slipped through, with Jubilee on her literal heels.

Grabbing his gobag from beneath his desk, Clint glanced from the vent cover on the floor to the two women who'd dropped into the room and raised his eyebrows. "Ladies. Didn't expect to see you guys here." He'd already pulled his longer-than-usual hair back into a low ponytail, but there was nothing to be done with his beard and he hadn't gotten around to getting rid of the glasses he'd been wearing for show while undercover.

“Yes, I win! Clone!” Felicia yelled, raising a hand when they both opened their mouths to object. “Shh shh let me pretend, I’m trying to figure out if clones fit under the no coworker rule. Hey, babe. Ready to go?"

"I mean, I've never worked on your team, so we've never been coworkers, so even if I'm not a clone -- which I'm not -- I wouldn't fall under your 'no coworker' rule? Also, yes. Very ready to go. So ready," Clint said, grinning.

“Yeah, but your work wife is totally our teammate, so like, maybe but maybe not.” Jubilee quipped with a grin, being completely unhelpful as was her want. “And just because you say you’re not a clone…I mean, wouldn’t a clone totally say that?”

Jubilee would have added more to her theory but it was at that point the external alarm started it’s wail.

“Okay, that’s our signal to get out of Dodge.”

"Yeah, let's get on that," Clint agreed, nodding. "What's the extraction plan?"

“Isn’t he just the most optimistic fellow?” Jubilee teased in a good natured fashion. “We have protocols, which usually include such things as ‘in case of emergency, blow shit up’ but we shouldn’t need that here.”

She took a quick look around and then took off in the most likely direction based on the map she’d memorized before they’d arrived.

“We’re going to set off some internal alarms and then go through some doors that people don’t want us to go through. Then we get to pick up your work wife and her ‘it’s complicated, possibly by violent face stabbing’ and then! Then we get out of here. Any questions?”

"Would fire and smoke alarms help? Cause I've got a plan for that, just in case I ever needed to create some chaos. Also, I got bored," Clint offered, following along. He grabbed another burner phone from his gobag and held it up with a bit of a wiggle. "I can start 'em any time."

“It’s like you’ve worked with SHIELD as an operative or something.” Jubilee replied with a grin. “Punch it tall, blonde and ripped.”

"Or something," Clint agreed, grinning even as he punched in the code that would detonate the itty bitty whiz-bangers he'd cooked up in his spare time. They had a little more in the way of 'tiny fire starters' than 'tiny noise makers' and, considering he'd dropped a few in each of the paper shredders in the labs where he worked every week since he'd been here... well.

His anti-mutant 'colleagues' were in for a bit of fun.

#Moments of AWesome #moa #Hawkeye #xprpg #xproject

[moon-stars01]

Pregnant

Joshua x Reader

Author:YeontanIsMyPresident

Summary:Your boyfriend notices you’re pregnant before you.

Pairing:Joshua(Svt) x Reader

Gene:Fluff,Pregnancy,cute

Rating:General Audiences

Word Count:1360

-Pregnant-

It was a Saturday, a day off for the boys, when you woke up at nine in the morning. You were cuddled up next to Joshua in his bed at the dorms, staring at his sleeping face. He looked so peaceful and at ease that you didn't want to wake him up, but your stomach had other ideas.Not even half an hour had passed when you started feeling nauseous You ran to the bathroom, emptying your stomach's contents. Joshua had heard you from the bed and sat up.

"Y/n? Are you okay?" he called out to you as he came to hold your hair out of the way. He rubbed your back as you continued to lean over the toilet.

Getting up and flushing the toilet you turned towards your concerned boyfriend, "Yeah I'm fine, just got sick a little is all. Don't worry." You grabbed the toothbrush you leave here for when you stay and start to brush your teeth. You could brush all of the sickness off, but Joshua on the other hand was getting increasingly worried. He wasn't afraid to voice it either, "Baby this is the third day in a row that you've thrown up." He followed you as you walked to the living room, seeing only Wonwoo and Dino up.

The smell of bacon cooking made you feel sick to the stomach and you tried to hold the feeling in. Yet your attempt at acting like everything was fine failed when once again you were rushing towards the bathroom. Joshua sighed as he went to make sure you were okay. He hated seeing you like this and he felt even worse because he didn't know what to do.

Dino saw Wonwoo in deep thought and questioned what he was thinking so hard about, "Why do you have that look on your face? What's running through your head?" He didn't receive an answer causing him to shrug and turn back to the stove. He had more important things to do than wait for Wonwoo to speak: Making sure the bacon didn't burn.

It was only five minutes later when Wonwoo finally voiced his thoughts, "What if she's pregnant?" The question made Dino wiped around to stare at his older friend in confusion. They didn't notice the older standing in the doorway and before Dino could ask Joshua beat him to it, "What do you mean by that?" Even though his voice was faint, it still had the power to startle his two members.

"Fuck Joshua-hyung you can't do that!" Dino yelled at him as he held his hand over his chest where his heart was, "I could've had a heart attack!"

Joshua didn't pay him any mind, all of his attention on Wonwoo and wanting to know what made his friend say that. Right as Wonwoo was going to answer, Seungcheol came running in, "Why is there smoke filling the whole dorms!?" It was then the three younger boys had taken notice of the smoke billowing throughout the kitchen and into other parts of the apartment. "And why the hell isn't the smoke alarm working!?"

Seungcheol pulled the smoke alarm off the wall and checked the back, only to see no batteries in it. As he opened some windows and turned the fan on he kept muttering something along the lines of 'fucking vernon always forgetting to change the batteries'. They all became so caught up in trying to get rid of the smoke that they forgot all about their previous conversation.

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A week later and you were still getting sick. Joshua could only watch as you continued to throw up all of your dinner from the night before. A curious and concern glint could be seen in his eyes every time he watched you. Whenever he asked you to go to the doctor you would just reply with, 'It's just the flu. It'll go away soon.'

"Y/n please go to the doctor's. This has been going on for two weeks already!" Anyone could tell Joshua was getting worried about you by the way his voice betrayed his calm exterior.

You sat down on his bed and just rolled your eyes, "I already told you Joshua it's just the flu! It's going to go away soon!" For some reason you were starting to get all emotional. Frustration and sadness creeping up on you. For what reason you had no clue. Joshua, on the other hand, had a good idea as to why. He was getting so frustrated that you weren't even caring that he just blurted out, "Are you pregnant?"

"What?" you gave him a blank face and your voice was monotone as you spoke. He realized what he said and looked at you hesitantly. Seeing his mouth open as to speak, you beat him to it, "Did you just ask me if I'm pregnant?"

"Think about it baby. You're always getting sick in the morning, you're almost always hungry and craving weird things. Like who actually enjoys hot cheetos dipped in some strawberry yogurt?" he started to go off and rant, his voice picking up speed as well as going up an octave. You could tell he was getting anxious and nervous about how you would react, but you couldn't help but to question it. Were you pregnant?

As he was still going off on how you were still beautiful even if you were starting to eat a lot, you got up and walked out of his room. He stopped short and just stared at where you once sat. Quickly coming to the realization that you weren't in the room anymore, he ran out to see you putting your shoes on.

The rest of the boys watched on as Joshua grabbed your wrist lightly, "Where are you going?" You gently tugged your wrist out of his grasp, opening the front door, "I just need some time to think."

Joshua could only watch as you walked away from him, his heart dropping as he thought of everything he had said. Why did he have to blurt out that idea? Why couldn't he have kept his thoughts to himself? He grabbed at his hair and sank to his knees, not noticing his friend come over to him.

Seokmin pulled Joshua up and brought him over to the couch, "Are you okay Joshua-ah?" All Joshua could do was stare at the wall opposite of him making the rest of his band members stare at him with sympathy in their gaze.

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You couldn't believe you were actually doing this. The pregnancy test in your hand shook as your nerves started. Doing as the instructions told you, you waited five minutes and they felt like hours. When your timer went off you jumped, too lost in your thoughts on what would happen if it were positive. Oh god would Joshua leave you? Would he want you to have an abortion? Would you get an abortion just to stay with him? The answer was clear to you as you unconsciously held a hand on your abdomen. No matter what the outcome was, you were keeping the little angel that was growing inside of you.

Shakily picking up the test you clasped a hand over your mouth as tears streamed down your face. It was positive. Grabbing your phone you clicked on Joshua's contact and tried to hold in your sobs. When he answered the call you couldn't hold in the wails coming out of you.

"Y/n!? Are you okay!? What's wrong!?" his voice was frantic as he heard your crying on the other end of the phone. It took you a little while to calm down enough to talk, "Can you please come here? We need to talk." Getting an 'okay' from him, you hung up and continued to cry as you pulled your knees to your chest.

Joshua's heart was racing as he ran all the way to your place. Were you breaking up with him? Were you okay? All of these thoughts were still rushing around his head when he showed up at your door. He used the spare key you gave him and walked in, hearing your cries from the bathroom. He knocked on the door softly, "Y/n? Baby, can I come in?" A small and faint reply came from the other side of the door.

He pushed the door open slowly and saw you sat on the floor against the wall. He crouched in front of you and wiped your tears gently off with the ends of his hoodie.

"Please don't leave me," your voice was quiet and shaking with nerves.

He shook his head and pulled you into his warm embrace, "Never."

You pulled your head away from his chest and looked at the door behind him, "Joshua..I'm pregnant." You could hear as well as feel his breath hitch. You couldn't bear to see the judgement in his gaze, so you kept your eyes away from his.

"Hey, look at me baby girl," his fingers held your chin delicately, turning your head towards him, his eyes calm and loving, "I'd never leave you, especially not over this. We may be young, but I'm certain I want a family with you. You're the one I want to marry in the future." He saw your eyes swell up with even more tears, this time happy, and gave you a feather like kiss on your lips. Gaze falling onto your non existent bump he put a hand over it, "And this little bean in here is ours. Made from our love. I wouldn't want to have this child with anyone else."

You looked at him with so much love in your eyes that it made his heart beat faster, "I love you so much Joshi."

Happy tears filled his eyes as he gave you a passionate kiss,

"I love you too Y/n."

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Chapter 35

No. As much as I want to, this is not a Taylor Swift reference.

THE ROAD SO FAR

Red

John 'Soap' MacTavish

Site Hotel Bravo, Afghanistan

The plan was simple, infiltrate the area, locate for intel regarding Nero and leave. The darkness of the cave was at their advantage, but despite all that, the area they were situated in was far too crowded.

Green laser pointers scattered everywhere, they danced like party strobes inside the dimly lit tunnel on the way deeper into the base. Loud chatter could be heard as they discussed their tell tales on the different kinds of women they met.

France crouched by Soap's side and whispered.

"John, we lost Ghost. He said he was going to cover our six. Now he's gone." For a second, Soap looked worried but then again, Ghost was capable of handling his business on his own.

“We’ll just rendezvous with him later. For now, we need to focus on our main objective.” He muttered, advancing stealthily as the patrol passed through them. Francine took a while to check on her corners and she advanced farther than Soap, using her adept indoor combat skills into play.

Soap just watched her, marvelling at her swift movement. This was her forte, the initial thing that stunned him back on the O-course. He couldn't help but drop his jaw as her movements left him awestruck.

"Clear." She muttered, causing the Scotsman to shake back to reality as he took one last glance at their six and moved forward.

"This place has a lot of rooms. Should we split up and scan one by one?" Soap asked, looking at Francine. The interaction was serious but they could feel sparks in the air. It was inevitable, but they both dismissed these lingering feelings and proceeded to the mission.

"Okay… but stay on the line. I don't want to lose you again." France muttered shyly as she moved left.

"Aye. Will do." Soap chuckled and moved left.

"Sheesh. Get a room you two… Captain, can they move on a different line?" Gary interrupted over comms. Price just chuckled.

"Glad to hear you're nearby, Roach." Soap replied, entering one of the many rooms.

Leaning close to the wall, he carefully scanned the documents lying on the desk. They consisted of academic research regarding EMP effects on the battlefield and how to repel it's effects.

"No sign of Nero here but a lot about their big project." Soap muttered.

"Copy. I also have the same results. It's just aerodynamic manuals and books about flight." France said on the other line, her tone sounded curious and amused.

"Team, brace yourselves. I'm bringing the party in full swing. Gary! Hit the lever!" Price advised as the alarms started blaring, bringing the whole facility on high alert.

"Price! What was that for?!" Soap asked, covering behind the room.

"Sorry lad, desperate times call for desperate measures, we have to stop the nuke." Price stated and his line cut off, with gunfire being the last thing they heard on their end.

"Price? Alex? Roach? Ghost? Does anyone copy?!" Soap roared over comms. 

"Soap…" a faint British gasp from comms.

"Ghost is that you?! Where are you?!" Soap sounded panicked, lowering his voice after he heard footprints stomped outside his room.

"I'm on the lower floor. Shit… Alexandra… she's here…" Ghost groaned, Soap could hear the pained expression on his voice.

"We're on our way! Hang tight! Don't you dare die on us!" Soap said as he kicked the door open, shooting enemies that were already cornering France.

“I won’t, but make it fast. hehe… I should've just watched your six…” Ghost’s low tone continued over the comms as Soap and France hid by the doors and fired whenever they could. Enemy waves seemed to go on forever and the longer they got stuck there, the longer they got worried about Ghost.

Out of desperation, the duo began cooking grenades, tossing them on spots where enemies gathered, on corners where they hid and on every entryway where swarms would appear.

“Shit. That was my last one.” he muttered as he felt his body lighten. They've consumed most of their ammunition in a single room.

“I guess that was the last of them.” France sighed, wiping sweat off her forehead. 

“Let’s go get Ghost.” Soap ordered and they both made their way down the stairs. The two had no idea about the map layout, but the urgency of the situation led them to where Ghost was. The room was dimly lit, sparks of faulty electronics flew from the roof and the spinning red signal light was the only bright light illuminating the area.

Upon seeing his teammate, Soap quickly stepped forward but paused as soon as Ghost warned him.

“No! There are traps. One got me.” he heaved, slowly raising his head. Maxine immediately inspected the door and disarmed the set trip wire, as they quickly moved by Ghost’s side.

“Ghost, you're going to be okay.” Soap assured, assisting France in applying first aid on his wound. It was a huge burn by the stomach, the explosion deeply injured his skin causing him to bleed out. Crimson red blood glinted off the surface as the red signal momentarily illuminated the floor.

“I used to be careful you know… But as soon as I saw her, I lost all my senses. I had to break her free from that prison.” He breathed, almost struggling, grunting as France applied pressure to the wound.

Soap quickly got up and shot the lock with his pistol, kicking the door open and approached the unconscious redhead lying on the floor. She had a notable few bruises and scars here and there, signs of torture. Soap attempted to wake her up but she didn’t move, he quickly pressed his hands on her neck until he felt a faint pulse. 

“She’s alive.” Soap declared, turning to Ghost and Francine. 

“Haah- Thank God she’s fine.” he groaned as Francine shushed her as he attempted to get up.

“It’d be better if you don’t force yourself for a while.” She suggested.

“We’ll get you two out of here.” Francine said, Ghost just chuckled, coughing in the process.

“Don’t do that!” She scolded. The ground suddenly shuddered causing them to lose balance.

“This is bad. We can’t stay here any longer!” Soap yelled, carrying Alexandra on one shoulder while assisting France on Ghost on his other shoulder.

“Price! We got Alexandra and Ghost and they're injured! Where’s Nikolai?” Soap yelled over comms.

“He won’t be here until after two hours. Shepherd’s making his escape using the river.

Roach! Go grab that boat, we won’t let him get away!” Price’s final transmission was relayed to their ears as the connection turned blank.

He had no idea where Alex and Jack are, but as long as the Nuke hasn’t launched yet, they still have time.

Halfway through the prison cells, Soap and the rest of the team heard footsteps echo from nearby.

“You have got to be bloody kidding me!” he cursed as they picked up the pace and escaped the area.

They hid themselves in the room with the aviation books, barricaded the two unconscious allies while France continued to tend to Ghost’s wound.

“Haaah- You’re getting nowhere with me like this. Just leave us. Like Romeo and Juliet.” Ghost whispered, his tone was serious and both France and Soap didn’t like it.

“No.” France spat as he unslung her rifle and tossed it to Soap, along with her ammo.

“I’m not going to leave anyone behind. Not again.” She declared, eyeing at Soap, someone she once lost on a mission. This prompted Soap to move forward and take a peek outside.

“It’s clear.” he announced, the ground rumbled once more. He went back to assist France, Ghost tugged his rifle.

“I think I can still shoot.” he mutters as Soap gave him the gun without any arguments. And so they moved to the docks, it was going to be a long walk from their location, but they did it anyway. Their formation occupied the whole width of the hallway, meaning any bullet flying toward them would surely hit its mark.

Despite the huge flaw, Ghost managed to make it easier for the group to move forward, despite the room being dark and blinking red, and the fact that Ghost was still injured and continuously losing a lot of blood, he still could target and shoot down enemies.

"Nice shot." Soap praised as they carefully navigated to the outer part of the cave, the raging river coursing below them.

Soap could feel another tug on his rifle as Alexandra started to move.

"Gun. I'll cover your six." She whispered faintly as Soap did his best to give her his gun.

They became a human tank of sorts. With Soap and France as the tires, capable of carrying and navigating their descent to the river, while Alexandra and Ghost were the weapons, shooting incoming hostiles that dared to block their way.

From the distance, Soap and France could see speedboats coursing through the river, following a huge helicopter not too far ahead of them. The trail they left behind was utter chaos. The ground shook as they almost lost their balance, urging them to descend quickly.

Under normal circumstances, Soap would've felt pain, but his adrenaline rush compensated through, making him finish the last step and board on the remaining boat.

The engine hummed as Soap navigated through the river, they carefully followed the path of destruction caused by the two.

Broken speed boats were everywhere, unconscious or dead bodies floated by the water as the grand chase happened. Soap wondered if Price and Roach caught up with Shepherd.

"All these for info on Nero." France frowned, her hands tended to both Ghost and Alexandra.

"There's still a nuke out there. I wonder how Jack and Alex are holding up." Soap glanced at France and muttered. Her short hair blew as she assisted the two, Soap envisioned her as a nurse for a short while, then shook it off immediately after a bump on the river.

"John! Look ahead." France warned as John turned. The place was hugely filled with water and destruction was still everywhere. He coursed the safe path without all the debris and the wreckage.

"What happened here…" Alexandra groaned.

From a distance, the ground shook and smoke bellowed just by the horizon ahead.

"There's a…" Francine whispered.

"Shit! We're headed to a  waterfall!" Soap roared and gripped the controls to shore, luckily they saw it quickly as they settled on the dusty riverbank as the sand blew against the team.

"This is dangerous. Sand might infect their open wounds." Francine said, concerned about the situation of the two injured. 

"I'll help you seek shelter then I'll check on Price." He said, lifting Alexandra and assisting France on carrying Ghost.

They soon found a small cavern like structure that would provide shade from both sun and dust that masked the area. Soap took his rifle from Alexandra, slung it on his body and left.

"John. Be careful." Francine said, her eyes looked very concerned and Soap would do just about anything to protect that kind of look. He didn't want to disappoint.

"I always am." He smiled and turned back, his head hitting the roof of the cave.

"Ack!" he muttered and left, causing France to chuckle. 

A quick peek of the waterfall and Soap saw the plane crash which bellowed black smoke. The rest of the ground was unclear as the sandstorm covered most of the area. There were no signs of movement and Soap carefully crossed the mountain path downward to the crash site. Shepherd didn't make it out. This is the end of the line for him.

Next Chapter : The TEN Kilometer River

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