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ox1-lovesick · 2 years

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ᥫ᭡ 투바투 ── reaction to you baking them cookies!

⌕ . . . pairing. txt x gn!reader genre. fluff ☁️ warnings. mentions of food, swearing (?) wc. 100-200 each

⌕ . . . synopsis. you bake tubatu cookies 🍪

⌕ . . . a/n: my first post on this smelly app i hope it doesn't eat ass 😻 also craving cookies really badly rn

── YEONJUN

we all know yeonjun is a BIG foodie,, he'd fall inlove all over again if you baked and cooked for him 💔

thinks it's so romantic.

you? took time out of your busy day? to buy ingredients? and bake cookies? for HIM??? my lordy lord he's so inlove with you

really doesn't matter how much you bake he'll finish them in an hour 💀 even if they don't taste that great, that doesn't matter. they were made by you, with your hands, your love and affection, he will absolutely eat every last crumb.

bonus points if you decorated them cutely, he'll take 15000 pictures from every angle and send them to everyone he knows. his mom, his dad, the members, his childhood friends, his choreographer, his manager, hitman bang, his teacher from the third grade, EVERYONE will know that you baked cookies for him and how delicious they are

── SOOBIN

he's a bit worried at first

traumatized from his own baking experiences (aswell as the members) he probably expects them to taste like charcoal

very hesitant to take a bite because he's worried he'll get salmonella but it surprisingly doesn't taste as bad as he thought it would???

what witchcraft if this???

suspiciously takes another bite and suddenly the entire batch has been polished

your cookies are his new guilty pleasure 😈

WILL NEVER EVER SHARE THEM WITH THE MEMBERS (even if you tell him to) they're his and his only 💔

will hide them up his ass if he has too, they must never know how good your baking is

── BEOMGYU

suspicious #2

beom is a picky eater.

he loves you, don't get me wrong but you'll have to try extra hard if you want him to even nibble on one of your cookies 💀

would probably pick a crumb off the bottom of the plate and say they're delicious 💀

eventually he does give in because as mentioned before, he's whipped ^_^

takes the smallest nibble tho

he literally can't taste anything cause of how little he ate but he'll call you y/n ramsay

you'll have to shovel one down his esophagus for him to taste it 💀

would probably pretend to throw up

but once he's done teasing you he'll compliment your baking ofc <3

as much as he doesn't want to admit it he's now hooked on your cookies

needs them like he needs air

"if i hypothetically asked you to bake your gross cookies again would you hypothetically bake them for me 👉👈"

── TAEHYUN

"🤨🤨🤨🤨"

he prides himself on the fact that he can cook a decent meal and the others can't, so if you were able to do any better than him it'd bruise his ego 💔

he's not gonna throw your tin of cookies on the floor and call them disgusting ofc he'd just feel a little bit threatened 🤨

would probably say shit like "tell your mom her cookies are delicious"

if you call him out on it he'll start getting whiny and defensive 💀

although he'll admit defeat eventually and ask you to bake them again

stingy #2 the members must never know.

will hide your tin in his underwear draw or something maniacal like that

although yeonjun will probably be doing laundry or something and find them 😭

and when yeonjun asks him about it he'll come up with the lamest excuse too please

"who put cookies in the sewing kit?" 😟

── HUENINGKAI

does a backflip the second they touch his lips

you know that Talk X Today episode where soobin baked tarts and kai tasted one and started doing roly polys on the couch?

that's him.

bro levels up when he takes a whiff of your baking

unlike the rest of his greedy members he'll encourage them to try your baking and give feedback (although if it's negative feedback he'll rub onions on their pillows (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

will ask to bake them with you next time and to teach him the recipe so he can bake them for you some time as well

he'll get flour up his nose and sneeze white for the next few weeks but he has good intentions !!

will brag about it to his family and friends

"you're just mad y/n doesn't bake YOU cookies leah 🤨"

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yourkimjaejin · 2 months

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Dizzying Thoughts

In Osaka

“Unnie-yah, You ate right? I didn’t see you grab anything.” Juno sat down with her full plate in catering. The younger barely missed the leader's wince. Moxy’s face snapped back into a neutral position when Juno looked up.

“Yeah I had some food earlier.”

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In Madrid

“Migyeong-ah, I didn’t see you eat today. You’ve had something right?” Soonjae asked her charge while Moxy adjusted her mic.

“I ate a granola bar Unnie. You know how my stomach is before a show. I promise to eat after.” Before Soonjae could respond, The stage director started rehearsal.

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In Paris

“What did you order last night, Gyeongie?” Hannah luckily was lounging on one of the beds in Moxy’s room while the aforementioned leader was finishing up her skincare in the bathroom. It’s lucky cause Hannah missed the flash of panic that racked thru older’s body while she thought of an answer.

“Uhh…..I got a……burger?”

“Really?” Hannah sat up, “I got one too but Kenji-oppa never mentioned getting you one too.”

“He must have gotten mine earlier than you.” Moxy walked out the bathroom, praying her face didn’t betray her.

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The members of AG and their tour crew were crowded around two long tables with piles of food lining each one. The group was celebrating ending the European leg of AG’s tour with a final show in London tonight. While her members and staff sat around talking jovially and devouring the food laid out for them, Moxy sat hunched over. Moving the food around on her plate, illuding that she was eating. But Moxy had been doing quite the opposite for a while now.

See, our precious leader has an anxious stomach. Sometimes things get so severe that the sight of food nauseates her. Leading to the rapper going on stage with nothing for her body to feed off of for three hours of vigorous dancing and exhausting singing. Nervousness mostly affects her before big moments in her career. Her first stage of Limitless. The first time she sang You Don’t Know Me. Her first recording session for Something Like A Party. You get the point.

It was never something she couldn’t manage. Once her worries were disproven, she’d take the time to eat and everything would be right with the world. Noone would be none the wiser. The first time it got real bad was during 127’s tour, Neo City - The Origin. Moxy was so nervous. Anxious over how each crowd would receive her. Everytime the boys offered her food she shrugged it off, promising to eat later at the hotel. Then she’d there and a whole new batch of fearful thoughts crept into her brain, taking her appetite with them.

This went on for a weeks. Regretfully, all of 127 were just starting to get along. So the boys weren’t tuned into Moxy behavior until it was too late. After the group's show in Phoenix, Moxy collapsed as soon as she made it backstage. Nobody had a clue what was wrong so Soonjae made the decision to call an ambulance. She was diagnosed with low blood sugar and was forced to spend the night for observation. The managers knew they had to get to Houston. They all could tell getting them to leave would be like pulling teeth so they rebooked flights. Migyeong got the scolding of her life from Johnny when she came to. She proceeded to get smothered within an inch of her life between the arms of Doyoung and Taeyong.

127 had a serious talk about what Moxy had been going through after the next show. Jaehyun and Doyoung paired up on ways to help the rapper get past her nerves before they got on stage and it worked. As the tour went forward, with her members help, Moxy was able to stomach small meals and snacks before performing. Anytime another attack came, she knew her members would be right there to help even when Moxy had to fly back to Korea for AG’s debut.

Before AG left for their tour, Johnny talked to her about keeping up with meals.

“I’m seriously Migyeong-ah. I do not want to hear about you fainting while I’m here and you’re across the country.” Moxy grabbed Johnny’s hand. She felt the same concerns but she was better now.

“It won’t get to that point and if it does I’ll tell Hannah. You know she doesn’t play with any of our health.” Moxy continued to pack. She missed her oppa’s concerned gaze.

Now almost a month later and it was worse. Moxy was lucky to fly under Hannah's radar while the second oldest fretted over Aurora and her healing burn. As she looked around at the others happily shoveling food into their mouths, it nauseated her even further. Moxy pushed her plate away, ready to escape the stuffy restaurant into the sweet silence of her hotel room. But her actions caught the attention of her dongsaeng.

“Unnie have you even eaten anything? Your plate still looks full.” Juno stole a piece of the elders chicken. The leader had to fight off the look of disgust. Then the question registered in her brain. If Moxy was in an anime, that one sweat drop would be right next to her forehead.

“Oh! That's just because….. I grabbed more food than I can handle. Don’t wanna be too bloated before tomorrow.” She rubbed her stomach to sell the lie.

“Are you girls excited?” Soonjae interrupted, “The crowd last night was crazy. I swear they’re the loudest we’ve heard so far.”

Hannah snorted, “Yeah lets hope we don’t get another crying session courtesy of Aurora.” Aurora reached out to smack Hannah’s shoulder but the elder ducked out of the way. “YAH! I told you that was because my nanan was in the crowd.” Happy to have the attention off of her, Moxy slumped down in her chair.. The nauseous feeling dulling down. Maybe once she gets to the hotel, she’d be up to eating something.

Yeah, she could do that. Just make it to the hotel.

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That hotel meal didn’t happen. After dinner finished, Moxy had every intention of ordering something small but the girls were called to the venue to do some testing and last minute rehearsals. They didn’t finish until 3am. By that time, food was the furthest thing from the leader’s mind. She crashed as soon as her body hit the bed.

Breakfast and lunch didn’t cross Moxy’s mind either. Even after a flawless show yesterday, Moxy woke up worried. She didn’t want to underperform especially when their fans had paid money to see them at their best. The leader went through the motions all day. Time passing in a daze of anxiety. She blinked and the group were being ushered to their places. During the entire opening, Moxy fought off several bouts of blurriness. The rapper was lucky her spots were drilled into her brain. She could find a formation blindfolded.

Nobody questioned if something was wrong……at least until the dizzy spells started.

Come on….not now… Moxy thought as another wave of dizziness washed over her after the girl group cover section. The results of her mistake had been growing and growing all night. Honestly, the stories of adrenaline doing crazy things to the human body was a fact to her now. Moxy had no idea how she made it through this much of the concert with passing out.

She couldn’t wait until the show was over so she could finally eat.

In the middle of the cordi noona’s helping her change for the next stage, Moxy felt her legs give out for a moment before she caught herself. The noona’s around her shared a look but Moxy waved them off. “Just lost my balance.” reassuring everyone

Come on girl……two sets then you’re home free.

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Everything was moving in slow motion. Every step felt like it took minutes. Moxy barley felt the hands ripping clothes off and replacing them with the ones she needed for the encore.

The noise around her turned into sludge. The rapper was incapable of distinguishing what anyone was saying around her. She didn’t even notice when her members surrounded her.

“Noona?”

“Moxy..can…..you…..hear……”

“Is…..-thing…..on.”

The world around her felt far away. Like she was floating into a dark abyss. The arena’s backstage a small box as she lifted off.

Moxy didn’t even register when she hit the ground.

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Her eyes opened to the concerned eyes of Soonjae.

Moxy’s brain caught up before her body. The memories of the night coming like photos in her brain. Skipping meals. Feeling sluggish just as the concert started. The dark spots in her vision as she looked out at the thousands of fans. The dizziness giving way to exhaustion finally taking her out. Confusion, recognition then panic rattled through her. She sat up but another sudden wave of dizziness almost sent her back down. Soonjae tried to push her back but Moxy twisted away.

The director ran in, “I don’t know how much longer we can stall.”

Hannah’s eyes snapped over, anger blasing, “You better find time. Migyeong’s not awake yet but when she does there's no way she’s going on stage yet.”

“Actually look who's joined us.” At Soonjae’s voice, three faces snap to Moxy’s place on the couch. All wearing different expressions: one pissed, one of concern and another of relief. They crowded around the leader but instead of assuring them she was ok. Moxy went against Hannah’s words.

“Yes….I am.” Moxy was finally able to say after the dizziness faded. She tried getting up but Hannah pinned her with a dark look.

“Moxy you just passed out. No way are we performing the encore.” Hannah was ready to argue back but Moxy glared.

“Good thing you're not the leader.” Four pairs of arms reached out as Moxy stood up, wobbling a bit in place but quickly steadying herself, “I was only out for a couple minutes. We’re going out there and finishing this show.” Everyone tried to object but Moxy just held her hand up. “I’ll take it easy but we are going out there and that’s final.” Nobody said anything. Well nobody had the courage to.

Hannah, Juno and Aurora worried over the leader's condition but they all knew she wouldn’t change her mind. Slowly everyone resumed their tasks. Three women surrounded Moxy to fix her makeup and clothes. Practically erasing the past four minutes from reality.

The girls ran to reenter the stage while the music started up for Our Time Is Here. Several mangers followed behind the eldest, making sure she made it to the stage safely. Before Moxy walked out, Soonjae grabbed her hand.

“Answer me one thing? Have you been eating?” Moxy’s silence was answer enough. She couldn’t even look Soonjae in the eye.

If looks could kill, Moxy wouldn’t be walking into a stadium full of cheers from the crowd. She’d be in for an earful when they got back to the hotel.

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Moxy stayed back to get checked by the doctor while her other members left for the hotel. Maybe I won’t get chewed out tonight Moxy though as the car pulled into the hotel's parking lot. The dread built as she walked through the lobby to the elevators. The leader dragged her body down the hall, feet sliding on the carpeted floor. She swayed on her feet, fumbling with the key to unlock her door.

She could feel the embrace of her bed close by but instead of a blissfully cold bed, there sat Hannah with a full bag of food and holding a phone, Moxy sighed knowing what she was in for.

“Oppa’s on the phone for you.” Hannah held the phone out for the leader to take.

“Taeyong-oppa?” She said, hopeful.

“No…..Johnny-oppa.”

“Shit…” Hope’s shattered, Moxy plopped down on the chair across from Hannah. The dancer focused on taking out the food while Moxy braced herself for a pissed off Johnny.

“Yeobeoseyo?”

“........Thea Marie Thompson.”

“Oppa before you start—”

“Don’t even try it, Thea.” Moxy’s mouth snapped shut. She could feel Johnny's anger through the phone.

“I can’t believe I’m talking to you about this. You promised me we would not repeat what happened during Regular promotions. You promised me you’d eat, Thea. But now not only am I getting calls from Soonjae but from Hannah about you passing out and still going back on stage.” Hearing Johnny’s retelling of what happened tonight made Moxy feel worse than she already did. Maybe things had gotten bad and she just didn’t want to acknowledge it.

“I did and it wasn’t going that far. At least I didn’t think it was. I…I was only skipping food before the show. I tried to eat after..…but things got hectic. And that's on me. My nerves have been getting to me and I felt like I couldn’t stomach anything. So I kept going because I had to” Both sides of the line were quiet. “I’m sorry for not calling for help.”

“Tell me why I shouldn’t fly out to make sure you’re eating before every show.”

“Hannah’s already got food sitting in front me.” Moxy looked out at the impressive spread Hannah was able to put together between the ending of the show and the car ride to the hotel.

“You should have told Hannah beforehand.”

“I thought I could handle it okay! I’m not some little kid Johnny. I’m a young adult who made a mistake and went past her limits” She heard Johnny sigh on the other end.

“You’re right…..You’re right you are an adult. But can you blame me for being concerned? Last time this happened, you landed in hospital with no one knowing what was wrong. I never want any of us to go through that again.” Moxy didn’t like to think about her last stretch of not eating. All of her memories revolved around the worried looks of the 127 members as they surrounded her hospital bed.

“I’m sorry Johnny. I promise to keep a closer watch on my food intake.”

“And I promise to help her.” Hannah chimed in, making Johnny and Moxy laugh. “Don’t worry oppa, we’ll get our leader back on track.” Hannah placed a container of food in front of Moxy and a fork. Before he hung up, Johnny told Hannah to take photo evidence of Moxy eating and send it to him. To ease his worries.

Moxy finally dug into the delicious food Hannah had ordered. It’s not weird to cry over really good food, right?

“So what happens?” Hannah asked between bites.

“What do you mean?”

“When it feels like you can’t eat. What runs through your head.” Moxy blew a raspberry trying to think of how to answer that.

“I guess….I overthink about everything. The performance and my vocals. I want everything to be perfect for the fans. I don’t want to disappoint them. Those thoughts…..they run through my brain like a hamster wheel. I get overwhelmed then my stomach gets queasy. You know what happens next.” Moxy took another bite of her food.

The members of 127 set up a code word to help Moxy through these anxious moments. Code: Underwater. Anytime her emotions took over, Moxy could text one of the members at any time. They in turn would help calm her down and get a couple bites of food down in Moxy’s system. The more she thought about it. The more the truth behind her regression became apparent. She was AG’s leader. Calling her older members for help with her anxiety felt like she was being a baby. Someone that wasn’t fit to lead a team, especially when they were away from home.

“Now, you got me to help. And anytime you feel nervous like that I’ll remind you that you’re a beast and one of the best leaders around.” Hannah shook her shoulders, getting a smile on her face.

Luckily, she has the greatest members on the planet. Who would never think less of her for having anxieties.

“Even if you made a mistake you could never disappoint anyone. Not us and much less the fans, okay?” Moxy nodded. It would be difficult reaching out at first. But she never wanted to worry her members again. Not when it can be stopped beforehand. Taking Hannah’s words to heart, The oldest began to eat with earnest, savoring every bite.

As they ate, Aurora and Juno joined them with their own food. The four of them crowded around the small table, sharing what they had between them. Moxy knew the younger two wanted to be close after she scared them today.

The members decided to screw bedtime and just stay up. They scrolled through instagram, played music, danced and even caught up with some of the members. They all needed a night like this. After all, the tour just started. AG had a long way to go.

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Next up for tour angst.....Hannah ~ Author Izzy

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schermit · 1 year

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@churromancermasterofchurros @dyinggoosenoises

Thanks for introducing me to this!

Name: You can call me Justin!

Pronouns and gender: I'm a man! He/him is fine.

Sexuality: Honestly, not sure. At this point I'd probably say bisexual. Is that a dumb answer?

Country: US

Top 5 fandoms: Hard question. Probably:

I love the Arcane Ascension novels recently.

Avatar-TLA is an obvious choice!

The SCP Foundation has taken up hours of my time.

The TTRPG community.

I'm throwing in the tumblr wizards here because that shit jives with me for some reason

What is your Most forbidden snack:

Sometimes I smell the cat treats and I get the urge to shove fistfulls into my mouth.

Would you pet a bug: I have pet bugs before.

Share a weird fact/story about yourself with the class:

I have like three eyebrow hairs that will seemingly grow infinitely long if I don't fucken handle them. Also I eat the tails of shrimp too.

What does the color blue taste like: The blue ICEE/Slurpees.

What is the most beautiful thing you've ever seen:

I love when the sunset hits the mountains and you can see rainclouds in the distance. It's one of my favorite vibes. Look at my blog's banner for reference.

What is the stupidest thing you've ever done:

I locked my keys in the car like twice in one week once. I know there are stupider things but my brain must be repressing them now.

Stupidest thing you've seen/heard someone else do/say:

I don't even know what to pick seeing as I worked in retail for most of my life. Probably any time a parent would let their kid try to pet the large birds at the pet store I worked at. Those things can amputate fingers.

Hyperfixation song: Currently it is Love's Not Enough by Lane and the Chain

Is there any meaning behind your profile picture and/or username:

Username is a portmanteau of a portion of my name and the word 'hermit.' My profile picture is of the plague doctor costume I made!

Dream career as a child: Veterinarian. Turns out you have to cut and stab things.

Dream career as an adult: Probably like successful Twitch Streamer or something. They make bank.

Thoughts on cilantro: I don't even know anymore. I thought I liked it but the last few times I ate it it tasted bitter. So yes I guess? Maybe I got a bad batch.

Have you ever been banned from a location and if so, why: Uh, not in real life but I was banned by the gamefaqs Pokemon Mystery Dungeon forum because I posted I was 12 like an idiot.

What is your cursed food combination:

I used to put mayo in a slice of bologna and roll it up like some sort of fucked up taquito.

Trans rights? Um, duh! Live your life, people. It has no bearing on mine. I wish I could give everyone struggling a hug. I have a few trans friends/relatives and seeing what they go through breaks my heart sometimes.

And instead of tagging people, if you follow me and you see this, feel free to reblog with your answers. I'd love to read them. :)

#long post #196 #questions

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notgonnaedit · 2 months

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Healer's Hands

Chapter 6: The Loss

Master list

"We're coming up on Coruscant." Tech dropped the ship out of hyperspace, revealing the city of a planet.

Hunter nodded. "The Commander wants us to deliver the intel personally."

Wrecker rolled his eyes and muttered something that sounded like "regs". Hunter shook his head. He didn't mind working with the regs, but it was probably because he wasn't all that different from them. As a cadet, Hunter was often mistaken for one if he wasn't with the rest of the Bad Batch. He hated it so much. It's one of the reasons he grew out his hair, he wanted to be different from the regs, just like his brothers.

Hunter figured he should tell Althea they were about to land. She had never seen Coruscant before, and maybe it would cheer her up. It had been a week since Ackron and she still wouldn't speak. She hadn't eaten or even cried since, just taken off her armor. She just sat there in the crash seats staring at the floor. Tech called it disconnected grief, but Hunter just wanted to get her to eat something.

He took a ration bar and walked over to her. "Hey, kid. You hungry?"

Althea stared at the floor, either ignoring him or couldn't hear him. Hunter sat next to her. "Listen, Althea, me and the boys are going to the base on Coruscant to drop off the intel. You can stay if you want, but I want you to eat something."

Still no response. Hunter sighed before slipping the ration bar into her hand. He closed it gently and stood up, giving her shoulder a light squeeze. Crosshair stood in the doorway to the cockpit. He seemed worried for Althea, but made no attempts to talk to her.

The ramp opened, signaling it was time to leave. Hunter took one last look at Althea, silently hoping she would eat while they were gone.

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Numb. That's all Althea felt. She didn't hear the Bad Batch leave, and she didn't care. Her family was gone. She had failed to save her brother. She clenched her fists and realized she was holding something.

A ration bar. She frowned at it. One of the squad must have given it to her. Waste. She thought. They were wasting their limited food supply on her as she just sat their. They were wasting their food on her anyways.

Althea stared at her armor against the wall. From the way Hunter talked about it, it was no easy task to get it for her. She was an inconvenience to them, a waste of space.

She threw the ration bar against the wall. It cluttered to the floor. Althea didn't belong here. Or anywhere for that matter. Without a second thought, she stood from her seat and walked down the ramp.

All around her were ships, clones, and weapons. Althea just wanted to disappear. She started walking toward a crowd, hoping to disappear into it.

She walked with the crowd for a long time, not even knowing where they were going, but wanted to get away. Before she knew it she was alone, and the bright top of Coruscant had disappeared into a dank underworld.

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Hunter led the squad back to the ship. Dropping the Intel off was a quick task, but it seemed Wrecker detested the fact he couldn't blow anything up.

"Why does Cody get to decide that?" He grumbled.

"Because he is the Commander of the 212th legion, therefore outranking all of is." Tech explained.

Wrecker grumbled some more, but Hunter just tuned it out. He wanted to see how Althea was doing. Hopefully she ate the ration bar.

They approached the ship and entered. But Althea was nowhere in sight. Hunter took off his helmet and looked around. "Where is she?"

Wrecker pushed up his helmet and ran to the gunner's mount. "Kid?"

"She's not in here." Said Tech from the cockpit. Crosshair furrowed his brow.

"Did she leave?"

Hunter already knew the answer. He found Althea's scent leaving the ship. He turned to go find her, but something caught his eye. A crumpled ration bar on the floor, clearly thrown. Hunter forced down the bile rising in his throat. If anything happened to Althea...

"Crosshair, Tech, with me. We're going to find the kid."

Wrecker frowned. "What about me?"

Hunter looked at him. "Stay here in case she comes back. You'll draw too much attention to us."

Wrecker scowled, but he knew Hunter was right. He nodded and went into the cockpit. Hunter turned to the rest of his squad and nodded at them to move out.

Hunter took the lead, using his enhancements to find his way to Althea. It wasn't hard, but not far from the ship her scent faded. It blended with several others. Hunter figured she must have walked into a crowd.

He continued to track her, hoping he could get to he before someone else did.

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Althea looked around and realized she didn't know where she was. It wouldn't have been hard for her to get lost since this was a new planet. Every where she looked there were people of every kind, but they all looked rough. Several of them bumped into her, muttering things like, "Watch it, kid!".

Althea was alone. Alone on a strange world and no family to go back to. She backed into one of the wall lining the street. Air seemed to escape her lungs. She was alone.

The true gravity of the situation fell on her heavily, and Althea sunk to the ground. What had she done? She couldn't save her brother and now she couldn't find her way back to the Marauder. She couldn't do anything right. Did the Bad Batch even care?

She shook those thoughts away. No, she ran away. The only reason they took her along was because their mission aligned with hers. They had no reason to wait for her, or even care if she was gone. Sitting on the cold metal of Coruscant made Althea long for the warm grass of her home, but she was long gone.

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Hunter, Tech, and Crosshair wove through the crowd of people shuffling through the street. Some gave them curious looks, but most ignored them. Hunter clenched his fists, digging his nails into his palm. All the smells, sounds, and the feeling of people brush against him was almost too much. He focused on the pain in his hand to keep him from going into a sensory overload.

With all of the other smells, Althea's was slowly dissapearing. Hunter tried to single it out, but it was too late. It was gone.

Hunter closed his eyes under his helmet. They had no way to find her. Crosshair, their situation, looked around the area. His sharp vision could spot mouse two hundred meters away in a crowd like this. He scanned over until he found a fleck of yellow. "Hunter," He said.

Hunter looked to where he was. He saw her too. He walked over, ignoring the crowd.

There sat Althea, shoulders hunched and her face tear stained. Compared to the people around her, she looked even worse than she did before.

Hunter walked over to her. "Kid!"

Althea's head shot up, her eyes widening when she saw him. Hunter took of his helmet as she stood. "What were you thinking?! You could've been killed, or worse."

Althea looked up at him, then Tech and Crosshair. Their body language said that while they agreed with Hunter, they were going to let him take this one. "I-I didn't know." She said in a small voice.

"Didn't know what?" Hunter was still angry.

Althea stared at her boots. "That you would come for me." She said it so quietly, even Hunter had a hard time hearing it.

Hunter's gaze softened. Did she really think they didn't care? After she'd been with them for two weeks? They never did figure out what would happen after they found her brother. But since he was gone, and her village was too, where else could Althea go?

Hunter rested his hand on her shoulder. What made you leave, kid?"

Althea sniffled. "I don't know. It's... I just started walking and when I looked up, I didn't know where I was. Is something wrong with me?"

Tech looked over at her from behind Hunter. "You have nothing to worry about, Althea. It's honestly quite normal for people to do such things when they're grieving. It's not an uncommon sight during this war." His eyes betrayed he'd seen much more than he was letting on.

"Let's get back to the ship." Crosshair suggested. All of them, Althea especially, were tired from a long day. He walked behind Althea as Tech led them out of there. This time, the girl didn't feel so much like a prisoner surrounded by guards. Rather, she felt protected, like they would have her back no matter what.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

Back at the ship, Wrecker was nowhere to be found. Crosshair sighed. "I'm not going after him."

But luckily, he didn't have to. Wrecker showed up a few minutes later, a large carton in his hands. Hunter stared at him. "I told you to stay with the ship." It was days like this one that made the sergeant wonder if he had any control over his squad.

"Yeah," Wrecker started. "But then I thought the kid might be hungry when she came back." He turned to her. "You're gonna like this!"

Althea had to admit she was hungry. She looked at what Wrecker had in the carton. It was brownish white, puffy, and small. She took a piece of it and ate it. It was sweet, but also slightly salty.

"Mantel mix." Wrecker explained. "You usually can only get it on Ord Mantel, but sometimes they sell it in big cities."

Tech looked up from his datapad. "That...is correct." He almost sounded surprised.

Wrecker looked at him. "Yeah, I know! That's why I said it." He popped a few pieces in his mouth.

Crosshair rolled his eyes at his brothers' antics. Hunter smiled as Althea grabbed another handful of mix and pressed it into her mouth. He rested his hand on her shoulder. "You have a place with us, Althea."

Althea looked up at him, examining his eyes for any trace of lying. There was none. She wrapped her arms around him, pressing her head against his chest.

Hunter froze, not sure what to do. He patted her back lightly, but a he couldn't help but smile.

Althea was part of their squad, and not one of them would let her think otherwise.

•°•°•°Six Months Later°•°•°•

Althea stood in Kamino, her armor on and her blaster at her hip. The Bad Batch was behind her, and the regs in perfect uniform. Jedi General Shaak Ti stood before her.

"I present volunteer trooper, Private Althea Aaun, with this Medal of Valor for her courage displayed during war." She pinned the medal to Althea's chest plate and gave her a soft smile. "May the Force be with you."

Althea saluted her, and the regs around did as they were trained to, but not the Bad Batch. They grinned and cheered for her, ignoring the regs dirty looks. Wrecker punched her shoulder. "Nice going, kid!"

Althea grinned and shoved him back.

"You keep getting medals like that, we'll have to give you to the regs." Crosshair said, but a small smile was on his face.

Althea smirked. "Why is that? Because I'm only 16 and I just bagged my first medal, or is it the fact that you're not even 16?"

Crosshair chuckled, but Tech began spitting facts. "It is quite extraordinary that someone of your age is even in the Grand Army of the Republic, let alone–"

"Is that your way of saying I'm amazing?" Althea asked teasingly.

"Yes." Tech smiling slightly.

Hunter chuckled at them. "You did good, kid. I'm proud to serve with you." He ruffled her hair, giving her the respect of a soldier, but the affection of a little sister.

Althea smiled up at him. "Thank you, Hunter. That means a lot." They began to walk back to the Marauder.

"It'll be nice to have an official medic." Tech said. "I was getting tired of explaining why Wrecker should stay away from blasts."

Wrecker let out a loud laugh. "I won't listen to you either, kid."

Althea shrugged. "I wasn't gonna tell you to stay away from blasts."

Crosshair rolled his eyes so hard if he rolled them any more, they would go into the back of his head. "Great, now there's two of them."

Hunter turned to him. "Hey, didn't you hear? She's got a Medal of Valor. She's doing something right." He flashed her a grin.

Wrecker nodded. "Looks good with her armor too."

Althea smiled at their words. Her armor was custom, just like theirs. But instead of black and red, hers was grey and yellow. One pauldron was bright yellow with the black 99. The other was grey and bad the Bad Batch skull with a flower growing through it. She had a vibro blade, bigger than Hunter's but smaller than Wrecker's, strapped to her thigh. The armor was painted by Hunter, but the designs were thought of by Wrecker. He thought the flower fit her well, since she's a healer.

Althea loved it, but she loved the fact she was part of their squad even more.

She was Althea Aaun, medic of the Bad Batch and healer of the sick.

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theforumcat · 1 year

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Hello! Please teach me the ways of the salmon bacon!

Salmon bacon is easy. It DOES require a certain level of access to materials, though; namely, an Asian grocery.

It’s one ingredient:

Smoked salmon. It has to be smoked salmon for sushi, though; hot smoked salmon won’t work, and nova lox will… yeah, no, just no.

A salmon is basically wholly made of pork belly of the sea. Someone goes to brine it a bit and smoke it a bit and suddenly it’s raw bacon of the sea. Since it IS fish, you have to be gentler with it than the pork.

Lightly grease a pan - since I have made salmon bacon before, I usually use leftover salmon bacon oil, but I did also once use avocado oil and that was good. My first time I didn’t pre-grease and that was a mistake. Use the pour a little oil in and then wipe around with a paper towel method, because there is LOTS of oil in the fish that you just need to give a sec to start coming out without just getting totally stuck to the pan.

When you cut your fish (it will come in a big slab; I am going to the store to get more shortly and will show you) squish it a little first to see which direction the flesh more readily expands, and cut against that. Cut it around twice as thick as thick American bacon, or about the same as non-American bacon. Once you have it in strips, cut those strips down to be no more than just a little longer than whatever your flipping utensil is.

Put the pan over medium-low heat and let it get nice and hot. Have your tools ready - I use a spatula (make sure it has a nice, thinly bevelled edge), usually something to kinda brace against like a flat or forked wangjangler or a closed tongs, and two plates - one with the salmon, one to accept bacon as it finishes.

While cooking, you have to be more gentle than with terrestrial meat. Some pieces will fall apart. This is just how it is; don’t feel bad. As soon as you get the salmon into the pan, start moving it so it doesn’t sear to the pan. Letting it sear on will make your life harder, because it is less tightly bound to itself. You’re also going to flip it twice as much as regular bacon, cooking both sides twice rather than once.

Cooking salmon you normally take it to a level of peachy pink. If you take salmon bacon to peachy pink a) it will just fall apart and b) people will be amazed that you managed to take brined flesh already renowned for being full of liquid and made it dry. No, no, you are taking the salmon right past peach and into tan or golden. The end stage of peach, when it’s simply looking like overcooked salmon, is the point at which you handle the first flips.

The second flips are kind of whenever. The only thing that isn’t more delicate in the process is how much to cook it. Pork belly bacon is good whether floppy or crispy, but salmon bacon absolutely must be crispy. So far I haven’t found an upper limit to crispiness, but I also have only been working on this since like Sunday, I think.

Anyway, when you pull the pieces out of the pan, they’ll have the consistency of good bacon - a little chewy and crispy, firm to touch. It’ll be pretty colours and taste good; set aside ones that fall apart for things you’d use crumbled bacon for if you like. I let the pan cool and then pour the salmon oil straight back into the container holding the rest of my uncooked salmon (I’m the only one eating it, so a slab of salmon lasts a few meals and I cook it at-need, because it is not nearly as good cold)

Here’s mine from this morning:

I ate it with a mashed avocado and some spinach. This is the crispiest batch I’ve made, and also the best and best-shaped. I had to hurry to class after, but tomorrow or maybe Monday I’ll likely experiment a little to see if I can get something like timing decided.

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rainydaydream-gal18 · 3 years

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(Bad Batch) Hunter x Reader: Off the Grid - Part 4

(Author’s Note: I’d like to credit @kamino-mermaid for information and tips on surviving off-the-grid!!!!

Hunter lives a secluded cabin life in the wilderness. Sometimes he catches the rest of the Batch on the radio waves or visits every now and then. He likes his life, but sometimes he can’t help but wonder what it’d be like to have a family.

But the harsh, secluded life he lives with his squad is no place for a wife and kids… Until one day Reader and Omega stumble onto his land. They’re on the run, and their past is shrouded in mystery, but he offers them shelter and protection. The Batch comes to their aid, and Hunter gets a taste of the family life he’s been dreaming of.

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Breakfast was a relaxed affair. The three of you ate and made small talk. Afterwards, Hunter took your plates and deposited them in a larger container for washing later. You once again offered assistance as a gesture of gratitude for his hospitality, but this time he accepted. You helped him take down the hanging laundry and fold it while Omega volunteered to do dishes. Hunter filled a basin with water from a pump outside and set it down on the counter.

“Here, use this..”

You noted the dish soap’s packaging. It wasn’t a typical plastic container. It was a glass bottle that had a label scribbled on by hand. Fabric was tied around the bottleneck with twine to seal it. “Do you make everything around here?” you asked in amazement.

He smirked. “Actually, I bought this from some friends of mine in town who sell homemade products. It’s less garbage I need to worry about disposing of.”

You folded another shirt carefully and set it down on the pile. “How often do you go into town?”

Hunter added another log to the stove and closed it back up. “Once every few weeks or so because it’s far to walk.”

“Sounds like a refreshing walk,” you said.

“It’s not bad in the warmer weather. In the winter, I don’t go nearly as often. I try to stock up on things I’ll need before the cold hits.”

“I can imagine.” You finished the last of the folding and carried the piles to his bed so he could put them away. It was difficult not to linger and get another look at the cozy bedroom. With the soft glow of the lantern and assorted animal furs, he must get good sleep there, you thought. When you emerged, you saw Omega motioning for you to stand beside her as Hunter pulled up a stool in the kitchen.

There was static and a faint voice speaking on the radio device that you’d seen sitting on the counter. He adjusted a dial, and the voice got louder.

“...I repeat, this is Tech.”

“I read you, Tech. This is Hunter checking in. What’s up?”

“Yeah, what’s up?” another man’s hearty voice joined in.

“Hello, Wrecker. Crosshair, Echo, do you read me as well?”

There was a sigh. “Yes.”

And another responded with, “yes, sir.”

The one who called himself “Tech” over the radio continued his message. “I am alerting you all of an incoming storm. Be prepared to be snowed in for the next few days.”

Hunter adjusted another dial when the static became unbearable and spoke into the mic. “When’s this supposed to start?”

“Within a couple of hours.”

“Copy that,” he said with a serious nod. “Thanks for the warning.”

“Also, on the subject of news, the missing person alert has changed,” Tech said. “The case of the missing woman and child has been reclassified as a kidnapping. It says that the child is in considerable danger.”

Your blood ran cold at his words. Your hand instinctively went to take Omega’s, and she looked at you with wide eyes and a frown on her face. Both of you held your breaths. Hunter stole a glance over his shoulder before responding to the update casually.

“I’ll keep an eye out.”

“As we all will,” the coiled voice added.

“Alright, that is all. As always, if there is anything you need, do not hesitate to contact me before the weather gets too severe. Tech, over and out.”

Silence fell over the cabin. Hunter dialed down the radio and shifted on the stool to face you and Omega. Those intense eyes found yours, both sending a chill down your spine and making your chest tighten at the same time. What would he do? Did he really believe the alert? Would he contact the authorities?

“You wanna’ tell me what’s going on?” he asked. He didn’t sound harsh or even irritated. Hunter glanced between the two of you as he patiently waited for an explanation.

“I promise, I’m here of my own will,” Omega spoke up, squeezing your hand.

“That, I can tell,” he said with a nod. “So, why is there an alert?”

Several seconds passed in tense silence as his question hung in the air. Omega lowered her head, unable to think of a response. In the meantime, you were searching your brain for something to say.

“Custody,” you blurted finally. “I mean...It’s a complicated custody situation. With my ex. That’s why we can’t go to the police. That’s why we’re on the run.”

See, this story made sense. It better explained why the two of you were in the situation that you were. Something clicked then in Hunter’s eyes, and you realized that he accepted this answer much quicker than the first. Guilt rose in your chest at deceiving him, but it would only be a short while… Soon, you and Omega could continue on your way and leave the poor man out of any further involvement.

“As a matter of fact, we’ve been here too long as it is,” you continued, and tears nearly pricked your eyes at the utterly heartbroken look on Omega’s face at your words. “We really should be going.”

“Didn’t you hear?” Hunter nodded in the direction of the radio. “There’s a blizzard coming. You won’t get very far, even if you leave this second.”

Omega looked hopeful as you considered this.

“Look, I know I should call the authorities,” Hunter said. “It just so happens that I don’t get any decent phone service out here.” He cracked a smile, and you couldn’t help but mirror it as he slid off the stool and headed for the front door. “It’s your choice, of course, if you want to leave. Just know that you’re both safe here and welcome to stay.”

Omega’s pleading gaze was locked on you, and you felt your shoulders sag as a defeated sigh escaped your lips. “Alright. If it isn’t an inconvenience, Omega and I will stay until the storm lets up.”

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chubbology · 3 years

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The Munchies

prompt: a stoner feedee's girlfriend uses him to test out new edibles and deals with his munchies

Remmy returned home from visiting relatives on the last day of December, and he was very glad to be back. They’d fed him well and his pants were tight, but all the small talk and bad vibes had been as much of a drag as usual.

He opened the door to his apartment and breathed in a familiar, potent scent.

“Baby!” Brianna ran from the kitchen and tackled him.

“Happy almost New Year! Wanna hear my resolution? Baking and getting baked. Check it out.”

She brought him over to the counter, where she was almost done filling up three containers of what Remmy had no doubt were various edibles. He ignored the kitchen mess.

“I’m liking what I see,” Remmy laughed.

She preened and then pinched his love handle. “I bet you do."

"These aren’t your typical brownies, though," she said. "This is gourmet.” She kissed her fingertips in a muah.

The first container was full of moist shortbread, the second with a kind of apple crumble dish that looked divine. Last but not least, the third had a jumble of what like peanut butter cups.

“Try something!” Brianna gushed. She seemed to be a little floaty already. “You’re gonna be my new taste tester. I think I could really be good at this. Make some cash, too.”

So Remmy tried one of the peanut butter cups. His eyes widened, and he smiled. “Bri, these are incredible.” He ate another.

“Take it easy. Two should get you stoned. So says the recipe anyway.” Brianna rubbed his pudgy forearm as he eyed the rest in the container, biting the inside of his lip. “Hey. If you’re just hungry, I can fix that. You wanna eat?”

“I’m starving,” Remmy said. A lie, since he’d had a big lunch before driving back. But he could eat.

“Okay, I’ll get you something! Pay day was Monday. Let’s splurge. What do you want?”

McDonalds, Remmy’s mind supplied easily, in an almost salacious tone. His relatives thought they were too good for McDonalds, and now his body thrummed with the desire to just get a truckload of those greasy combos and revel in the guilt and satisfaction of eating every last unhealthy bite.

Then again. Brianna probably wasn’t okay to drive right now, he didn’t feel like getting back in the car, and the scale told him he’d hit 240 recently, “Let’s just order in.”

“Sounds good to me.”

That night, as they ignored the idiots on television bringing in the New Year, the two of them picked at the apple crumble - which tasted as brilliant as Remmy had suspected - and lounged around, enjoying their high. Brianna barely touched her Chinese takeout, and Remmy ate all of his. Then hers. Then he started grazing the kitchen for more food.

Over the course of the next week, the two of them finished off the rest of what she made, plus some more recipes that turned out delicious. Brianna got a pleasant high every time, and Remmy enjoyed the edibles, too, although his experience was slightly different. It was just—

He just—

He got hungry. Munchies but on unholy overdrive. Cranked to eleven and a half. With every high, Remmy became a little more overwhelmed by the sheer amount of food he felt compelled to pack away, savory and sweet. Takeout and fast food and quarts of ice cream. Nuts and fruits, too. Jar of peanut butter here. Tub of icing there. He’d never been very active, so it came as no surprise when his clothes began stretching over his chest and belly and thighs and ass. He popped a button getting dressed one morning and couldn’t stop thinking about it the rest of the day. He hadn’t realized it would happen so quickly, his body converting all the calories into flab. Flab that padded him out chubbier than he already was, and then more on top of that. In the mirror, he started to look big.

Brianna seemed unfazed by her boyfriend’s growing girth. She took to her baking resolution with as much gusto as she did anything that interested her, and even into March, April, and May, she was selling the edibles well and raked in money that almost made her day job obsolete. Remmy was constantly praised for being “the bestest taste tester ever” and enjoyed a steady stream of free highs to balance out the lows of spending most of his time working his IT job from home.

Working, gaming, watching old movies. Remmy already stayed sitting most of the day, but as he gained weight, gained a lot, filling out his desk chair to its limits, crumbs becoming his constant companion, he felt even less like standing up. His weight climbed to 280, 290, 300.

June, July, and August passed uneventfully, and pretty happily, too. Brianna stopped asking him what food he wanted from the grocery store and just bought him things. Bought him things she knew he’d eat when he got high, things that made his ass spread wider on the couch, his arms round out like sausages, his pudgy chest start to really droop. The scale said 320, 330, 340.

Remmy gave up trying to gain control of the new appetite Brianna’s heavenly edibles seemed to install in him irrevocably. When he craved, he ate, and he ate. And like a dam breaking, his body surged with so much excess fat he began spilling out of even his newest clothes.

He was a little ashamed, sure. But quite a few of his relatives were fat, so they couldn't talk, and it felt like sweet revenge to embarrass his irritating parents by becoming so overweight. As for everyday life, well, he just moved around from room to room slower, wore the same stretchy clothes a lot, and that was it. Remmy did mention his weight in passing sometimes to gauge Brianna’s feelings about it, but Brianna only ever giggled, called him cute, and passed him her venti sugary monstrosity of a coffee concoction, which he thoughtlessly sucked down to the dregs, ingesting a thousand-plus calories just like that. This made her eyes sparkle, huge and utterly endeared.

“Like a piggy,” she said, thumbing his fat cheek. “Always willing to eat.”

In bed, she made it clear she liked him the way he was, and was becoming. And it wasn’t long before Remmy realized he was into how big he was becoming, too.

They continued like this. Getting high together and watching movies and making out and snacking. Well, Brianna snacked. Remmy feasted. Gorged himself, to put it precisely, with Brianna’s enthusiastic help. “You look good soft,” she’d tell him, playing with belly fat that his stretchiest t-shirts couldn’t cover anymore.

Remmy would swallow another bite of a snickers and spread his huge thighs a little, with effort. “You call it soft, but I’m the one who gets tired moving from the office to the kitchen.” I’m so heavy, he wanted to say. God, I’m so heavy.

“Just move your computer to the kitchen then,” she said. “Duh.”

It was a seed planted that came to fruition a month later - when Remmy’s food cravings became unmanageable and his weight climbed past 360 - that he felt he would simply be more productive during his day job if his breaks to get food from the kitchen were shorter.

By November, whether he was high or not, Remmy was grazing all day, everyday. What Brianna got from the store became insufficient, and he started a habit of ordering take out most days. In big portions. His scale creaked at 375. When Brianna wasn’t home, he sometimes ate takeout on the scale to see if the number would rise.

On Remmy’s birthday in early December, Brianna made a fresh batch of his favorites again: the peanut butter cup edibles. After ordering pizza for delivery, she got in the shower, and Remmy scarfed down three of the big cups as soon as they cooled. Then he waited, leaning against the counter, scrolling on his phone, belly hanging, feet hurting. He didn’t want to go to the effort of sitting on the couch and getting back up again when he could just stay in the kitchen, where he knew he’d end up anyway.

He scratched his supple underbelly. Found a pack of Twizzlers and started eating those.

Soon enough, his breathing slowed as he felt the high slowly come over him. And, as expected, his whole body immediately began to tingle for satiation. Fattening food sung to him from the pantry and fridge and freezer all at once, and it was all going to make him so huge and heavy he wouldn’t be able to stand on his own wide feet, but he wanted it anyway.

He didn’t care if he was pushing 390 now. He’d blown up, yeah. Inflated from a thick guy to obese and waddling. At this point, he was so pumped so big with blubber that he couldn’t twitch without jiggling, but so what? He was hungry. Being high made him want to consume, and so he did. He couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to.

Remmy opened the fridge and took out his birthday cake, which Brianna must have stuck in there after getting home from work. He couldn’t wait to eat it properly. There was no way he could wait until after the pizza came. Besides, it was his birthday. Remmy took off the plastic lid of the round, triple chocolate cake and felt his nerves light up with anticipation. He was going to eat it all, and there was no stopping him.

He found a knife and cut himself a slice three times the size any reasonable person would take. Desperate to get the goodness into his mouth without delay, he skipped a fork and bit right into the gooey, dense cake and mouse and fudge. God, Brianna was so perfect for getting him the unhealthiest cake imaginable. She knew he didn’t care if he was ten pounds heavier tomorrow, if his fat ass ripped his sweatpants open, if he ate so much he couldn’t haul himself to bed—she knew he needed this.

He ate slice after slice, and it was mostly gone when Brianna got out of the shower, looking sexier than usual in her matching purple lingerie. She’d gotten chubbier with so much junk food in the apartment, and fat clung to her in all the right places. But her pudge was a far cry from his angry-red stretch marks and neck rolls. Hell, his moobs had grown bigger than her tits.

She found him in the kitchen, eating and holding his drooping belly, and she rubbed his back, cooing at him when he apologized.

“It’s okay. I figured you wouldn’t be able to wait all night. How are you feeling?”

“Good,” Remmy said, but all he could think about was getting his next bite. As she watched him, he tried to hold out. Tried to prove he could stop eating for two seconds. Three seconds, four - his resolve broke and he crammed the rest of a slice into his mouth and chewed, choking back a moan.

“You get the munchies so bad, don’t you?” Brianna grinned and leaned against his belly, patting and cupping his weighty breasts in the way she knew pleased him. “Let’s get you sat down. I’ll bring you what you need. Just sit and relax and watch whatever you want.” They moved to the couch and Remmy sat, the cushions wheezing, his thighs and belly quivering. Brianna tucked the remainder of the cake into his pudgy hands. “Don’t worry about a mess. It’s your birthday. And there’s more where that came from.” She winked. “I just needed to keep this cake refrigerated because it’s fancy. There’s a whole sheet cake on top of the fridge that’s cheap and huge. Covered in icing. Perfect for munchies.”

Remmy could only feel a wave of relief at this news. There would be more cake. And after that, there’d still be more junk in the cabinets. There was pizza coming. His high was just right. Brianna turned on the television to his favorite show and he settled further back into the cushions, feeling his second chin swell out and engulf his first. Everything was just right. He was lucky to have Brianna and food. So much food.

A year later, around the same time, Remmy skipped his usual trip to see his relatives for the holidays. At 520 pounds, it was simply too much effort to move.

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thisisthefanfic · 3 years

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Hi! I was wondering if you could maybe write a nsfw fic for dom!Hunter with female reader

👉🏻👈🏻

Sorry this took so long! Hope you enjoy!

Senses

Pairing: Hunter x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, piv sex, oral fem receiving

“What the—?! It smells like lemons in here!”

Shaking your head, you couldn’t help but snicker as you turned to see the bewildered clone standing in the doorway, gasping as he looked inside. “Yes Wrecker, because I’ve been cleaning.”

“Why?” Scoffed Crosshair, pushing past Wrecker to give you a questioning look.

“Because it’s my job?” You gave him a confused look. “Have you seen Wrecker and Tech’s bunks? They’re a little....messy.”

“I do hope you didn’t misplace my things.” Tech spoke up as he stepped in, followed by Echo.

“C’mon guys, she was helping us out here,” Echo said as he gave you a smile. “Your stuff is right there Tech. Everything is fine.”

“Thank you Echo, I—“ your sigh of relief was cut off when you noticed the last member of the batch walk in, Sergeant Hunter. He visibly tensed and winced as he took a breath, coughing a bit as he regained his composure.

“Ah...the smell is a bit strong,” He finally spoke, his brow still furrowed as looked over to you. “But it’ll settle in a bit.”

“I’m so sorry Hunter I forgot about the whole...enhanced senses thing. I should have used unscented cleaner.” You sighed, rubbing your temple as you mentally slapped yourself for the mistake. How could you have forgotten his enhanced senses? It must be ridiculously strong for him, and of course you had to mess up in front of him of all people. He was only the most attractive and loyal men you knew, and you were head over heels for him.

“Nah it’s alright,” he gave a reassuring smile, coming to put his hand on your shoulder as he passed by to his bunk. Leaning a little closer he added. “Thanks for your help (y/n), you did a good job. I’m just glad it doesn’t smell like dirty socks in here anymore.”

You tried desperately not to tense up at his proximity, and the way his voice rumbled, making your toes curl. Hell he was too much, he hadn’t even said much but you were putty in his hands.

“Well...I’ll let you all get settled. Um, Goodnight!” You gave them a timid smile before dragging your cart out the door, looking anywhere but at Hunter.

You spent the rest of the day cleaning out barracks’s for the other clone squadrons, making small talk with some of the ones you were closer with, but your mind was still on Hunter. Clone Force 99 was your favorite and least favorite squad that you were assigned to. Whenever the other cleaners complained about their assigned squads, you just chuckled at the knowledge that they’d never have to try to clean out Wrecker’s bunk. Despite their messiness, they were the most fun to hang out with in the cafeteria, and they were all nice to you, with the exception of Crosshair being standoffish and Tech being constantly busy, but you didn’t mind.

“Finally! We’re done for the day!” Your friend sighed with relief as she clocked out, removing her apron with a grin. “You gonna go see your sergeant boyfriend?”

“Hey! The only thing I’m going to be seeing is the showers,” you responded, rolling your eyes at your friend. “I think I deserve it after the long day I had.”

“Well maybe your boyfriend will join you.” You tossed your apron back at your companion after her last remark, rolling your eyes again as you headed to the fresher.

Knowing the more private showers were in a more secluded area, you walked there to avoid being met by dozens of troopers, but there was still one problem. You had to pass by Clone Force 99’s room on the way, which meant you might see Hunter and end up embarrassing yourself again. Luckily for you, nobody came out, which gave you enough time to slip into the fresher.

You took a quick shower, not wanting to take up too much time in case some of the Bad Batch was planning on using it, and to avoid giving into temptation and touching yourself. You quickly dried your hair and threw on your sweat shirt and pants, eager to get back to your room.

Stepping out back into the hall, you were abruptly stopped when you ran into something solid. “Woah, sorry I didn’t see you there (y/n),” came the voice of the one man you didn’t want to encounter like this. “You ok?”

Hopping to the side, you tried not to blush at the sight of Hunter standing there, only clad in his blacks as he looked at you questioningly. “Yeah! I’m ok.” You rubbed the back of your neck, avoiding his gaze.

“Sorry I should have been looking more carefully,” he responded, a small smile forming on his face. “I hear you’ve been working hard today, you gonna get some rest?”

“I hope so.” You chuckled, fidgeting as you waited for him to pass you.

“Well you deserve it, you’ve been doing real good mesh’la.” He practically purred as he passed you, his eyes boring into yours for a brief moment, and then he was closing the fresher door.

You rushed down the hall to your room, looking for the door just past the sergeant’s barracks, slamming the door when you were finally in the privacy of your room. Your cheeks were burning and your hands shaking as you yanked your top off, feeling far too hot far too fast. You didn’t know if he meant to rile you up or not, but his rough voice talking to you like that...you couldn’t handle it.

Wiggling out of your sweat pants, you took a few deep breaths before sitting down on your bed, trying to process everything. You wanted to feel him, have his hands on you and in you. Before you even knew what you were doing, one of your hands was reaching down your panties to touch yourself, gasping at how wet you were.

“Fuck it.” You groaned as you slid under the covers, laying on your back as you moved to touch yourself again, your nipples hardening as you shivered. “Fucking...stupid man...” you groaned in frustration, letting out a sharp gasp as you found your clit, pressing on it as you arched your back. “Damn you.....Hunter.”

You dipped a finger down further towards your entrance, whining as you slid a finger in, another weak curse passing through your lips as you squirmed. “Hunter....”

The knot in your stomach was starting to unravel, your whines getting higher and louder as you chased your orgasm, when suddenly you heard a thud. Jolting, your free hand went up to clutch the blanket to your chest, your eyes wide as you waited to hear what was going on.

“(y/n)?” A strained voice called from outside your door. “Can I come in?”

Fuck it was Hunter. You started to panic as you called back. “Hunter! I um, I’m not decent right now. Sorry!”

“(y/n)....I heard you say my name,” he said, making your heart sink. “Please let me in.”

“Ok...come in.” You sighed, dread filling you as anticipated his disappointment. Already feeling tears gather in your eyes as the door slid open, but as it closed you were met with an interesting sight.

Standing in only a low slung towel, Hunter was leaning against the door, his eyes dark and focused on you as his chest rose and fell. He stepped closer and inhaled, his pupils blowing wide as he looked back at you. “Fucking hell.....I can smell you,” he groaned, taking a step closer, his fists clenched at his side. “I was just going back to bed, but...fuck I could hear you, and then I started smelling you.”

A whine slipped out of you as you watched him come closer. “Hunter...please.”

“What do you want mesh’la?” He hummed, “If you want me to do something, I have to hear you say it.”

“Please...touch me,” you moaned. “Fuck me.”

In an instant he ripped the blanket off of you, making you gasp as the cold air hit your heated skin. A rumbling groan came from him as he leaned over and spread your legs, his hands reaching up to tear your panties from your body. A gasp had barely left you before he was spreading your legs further, running his rough fingers over your folds before he lifted your legs onto his shoulders.

“Gonna make you feel real good mesh’la.”he grunted before spreading your folds apart with his thumbs, leaning in to run his tongue through your slickness. You let out a loud moan as he lapped into you further, his tongue dipping into your entrance as he ate you out like a starved man.

“Fuck! Hunter!” You cried out as he moaned in pleasure, his fingers digging into your hips as you shook.

“Mmm you taste so fucking good,” he groaned. “So wet for me.”

You felt yourself approaching your high, gasping as you were about to tell him so, but then his nose bumped into your clit and you came with a cry, your juices coating his mouth and chin as he held you through your orgasm. You didn’t know how long you were shaking from it, your vision slowly unblurring as he set you back down.

You looked down to see Hunter tossing his towel off, your eyes widening as he wiped your juices off his mouth with his hand before licking the hand clean. You barely got a good look at what he was packing before he was crawling up your body with a feral growl, pinning you down to the bed as he hovered over you.

His lips soon crashed into yours, making you both moan into the kiss as you tasted yourself on him, his tongue slipping into your mouth as he rutted into you. The kiss was deep and desperate, both of you shaking from intensity as you gripped onto him.

He finally pulled back, taking deep breaths as he looked at you. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he groaned. “You ready to take me?”

“Please.” You breathed out.

“Please what? What do you want?” He teased, rubbing his hard cock against your swollen folds.

“Please Hunter! Fuck me...I want your cock.” You whined, watching his eyes darken again as he repositioned himself. He leaned forward and pressed his forehead to yours as he slowly rocked his hips into yours, stopping once he was fully sheathed.

You could barely stay still as he tried to steady himself, his eyelids fluttering as he let out a small gasp. “You’re so tight...gonna...gonna fuck you real good.”

He kept his forehead to yours as he pulled out and slammed back in, his hands gripping your sides as he rocked back and forth. Your mouth opened in a silent cry as you felt him hit your sweet spot, your hands moving to dig your nails into his back as he moved faster.

“Hunter....oh fuck...” you whimpered as you leaned up to kiss him again, his thrusts getting sloppy as kissed you back.

“Cyar’ika...I’m not gonna last long,” He rasped as he reached a hand down to circle your clit. “Come with me. Please.”

A raw cry was ripped from your throat as your second orgasm crashed over you, your body arching off the bed as you shook. Hunter cursed as he felt you clench around him, letting out a choked moan before he spilled inside you. Your pussy felt absolutely stuffed and sore when he was done, and you let out a small whine when he pulled out, feeling your mixes spent drip out of you.

“You ok?” He gasped, reaching down for his discarded towel to wipe you both off.

“Yeah, more than ok.” You replied breathlessly, giving him a shy smile.

“I’m uh sorry if I wasn’t very gentle,” he murmured with a blush. “You drive me wild and I couldn’t stand it. I hope I didn’t hurt you....”

“No, not at all Hunter,” you reassured him. “I liked it...and you.”

“Yeah?” He chuckled as he laid down next to you, looking over your face. “Well I’m glad you do. If I’m being honest...I’ve loved you for awhile.”

“I love you too.” You grinned, joy flooding through you as you looked back at him.

“You better get to sleep now (y/n),” he hummed as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “But can you promise me one thing?”

“What is it?”

“In the future, try to remember I have enhanced senses yeah? I get a feeling it would help you to remember.”

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I’m Truly Sorry, please Forgive Me…

Rengoku Kyojuro x reader angst

Warnings: slight manga warning aka mainly akaza just slightly though, cursing, concerned for weight, angst

word count: 4279

AU: modern

(Y/N) woke up to an empty side of the bed, She wondered if he’s at work again, she sighed, she got up, she actually kind of disappointed that he's not here , ‘Kyojuro…’ she thought, she still felt tired, but kind of relieved in the same time, because she was on break, it was only for a week, but she’s glad that she doesn’t have to go to work today, ‘I should make dinner for him, because he usually comes back late at night’, when she got up, the floor was cold, ‘well crap now I’m awake’, she got dressed and went to the kitchen, she made Kyojuro’s dinner and made her breakfast, she put his plate in the fridge, and ate her breakfast alone while watching some shows.

After she finished her food, she was wondering if she should call him, to see if he was alright. But before she could even try, Genya was calling her, ‘weird timing’, and she answered “hi Genya, what’s up?” “O- oh hi (Y/N), I was wondering if Rengoku-San is doing ok, because he’s been working on a lot of paperwork, he usually be finish with it, and head to your home, but- but he been like this yesterday morning and I don’t- don’t think he left school?” ‘Now that you think about it, Kyojuro left early yesterday in the morning, I thought it would be like a meeting, but who takes meetings that early in the DAMN morning’ “maybe he just has extra work, he needs to do Genya”, “ trueee, but he looks exhausted, so I wondering if you could check on him?”

‘Awwww, Genya, still acting like a little brother, it’s no wonder he’ll be worried, heck I'm worried too, but usually when these things happen like this, he comes the next day, sleeping soundly on our bed…’ “Genya, sweetheart, don’t worry about it, he’ll be back probably late at night, and be sound asleep in my bed, so don’t worry” “but- but (Y/N)” ‘this boy…’ “Genya I’ll tell you what, if he doesn’t come this midnight, and if morning happens and he’s still not there, can you ask Sanemi to go check on him, because I’ll be busy tomorrow, and you know, some errands for the house and grocery stopping, also I chose Sanemi, because you’ll be busy with school you know” “i- I know, and o- ok” … “OH, (Y/N), I’m celebrating my birthday today. Would you like to come, Tanjiro and his sister will be there, and Sanemi of course, “oh I would love to, I don’t really have anything to do today anyway so sure!” “YES- wait I mean thank you… for… coming…” ‘hehe poor boy, probably made his classmates scared’ “your welcome Genya, also happy birthday!” “Thank you, (Y/N), bye” “bye”.

‘Oh, before I do anything I should go buy him a gift’ so (Y/N) put on some casual clothes, instead of just wearing Pajamas, and went to the mail.

—-

All the classes has ended, and Rengoku just finished a big batch of paperwork, he yawn, and checked if he was finished, he looked on his schedule and saw more paperwork has been placed with a big sticky note that says ‘Teacher of history class: Rengoku Kyojuro; must be finished by tomorrow!’ “Fuck…” he just wanted to go home and sleep with his beautiful wife, on that soft bed, “guess this will be my 4th coffee for the day…” he got up and yawn again, and stretched, his back pop, but not in the good way, “ow, ow, ow, never doing that again…”, he walked over, and picked his stack of paper he had to do, he sat it in his desk, and walked to the teachers lounge’s door, and opened it to the hallway, before he stepped out, he saw Genya with Sanemi, most likely walking home, he guessed, but he heard Genya saying before they left, “(Y/N), is coming over, for the party, I’m so glad she’s free today!” And as they left, Kyojuro felt frustrated, ‘why didn't she tell me anything…’ he yawned again, “God, these yawns are getting on my nerves, I need my coffee…”

When he made it to the teachers lunch room, he started to make his coffee, when it finished, he drinks it, unusually fast, but unsatisfied, by the results, ‘ima have another’ so he made another, and drink it the exact speed as the last one, satisfied by the 2nd coffee, he was gonna go back to the teachers lounge, but saw a small box that had some sweet rolls, on the box it said, ‘you may only take one’, but Kyojuro had a craving to eat the whole damn box, all those coffees are really messing up his appetite, ‘who’s gonna notice these anyway, I eat most of the stuff here, so who gives a damn’ ‘but then again… I’ll gain some weight…’ he put one hand on his side, and felt some fat, it’s not noticeable, but it’s still pudge, ‘maybe I regret being a teacher, all this damn paperwork, and exhaustion, and drinking all this coffee really affecting my body…’ when he was thinking about all this stuff and he was about to ditch it and left, but hunger was just raging in his stomach so ‘ok, ok, maybe some won’t hurt’ and took the whole damn box and left for the teachers lounge.

—-

(Y/N) was at Sanemi’s house celebrating Genya’s birthday, everything was going great and to (Y/N), she was surprised that Sanemi was having a great time too. It was kind of sad that Kyojuro wasn’t there, he would be giving Genya tons of gifts, but sadly he’s still at work, it made (Y/N) a bit disappointed again, but she wanted to just hope, he’s doing ok, “(Y/N), what’s wrong?” “Oh, Sanemi, I’m just worried for my husband is all…” “don’t worry about it, like you said to Genya, if he doesn’t show up to your house tomorrow morning, I’ll go check on him, just relax and don’t worry about it” “ok…” “quick (Y/N), I’m blow the heck out of the candles!!” Genya said, (Y/N) laughed, “ok!!, come on Sanemi, get off that couch of yours, and stop being lazy” Sanemi smirk “ohhhh really, I’ll prove to you, that I’m not” he gets up, “I like to see you try!!” Sanemi and (Y/N) laughed after that, and went over to the kitchen to celebrate Sanemi’s little bro's birthday.

—-

After Genya’s birthday celebration was over, (Y/N) went straight home, to relax and just vibe at home, when she took her shower and other little chores and pajamas on, she was about to fell on her bed, but she heard a knock on her door, she immediately turned around and hope it was Kyojuro, when she opened it, her excitement immediately stopped, she saw akaza, “sorry to bother you Mrs. Rengoku, but I’m just here to drop some stuff off”, “who stuff is it?” “Just Rengoku-sans” “oh ok, thanks akaza, oh also is he still at work?” Akaza sighed “yeah… I kind of feel bad for the guy, been working his ass off over some stupid extra paperwork…”, ‘I’ll remind Sanemi tomorrow to go check on him’, “akaza, before you leave, thanks again I appreciate it”, “your welcome, and have a great night!” Akaza waved goodbye and walked away, ‘akaza, I hope that boy relationship is better then mine, because he needs it, he’s such a sweet boy…’ (Y/N) closed the door, and looked in the box, it had finished paperwork inside it.

‘Ren… you really need to take a break…’

—-

The next evening is even more tiring than before, Kyojuro looks more warned out; he looks like he's gonna faint any minute, but that coffee stops him from doing so. ‘Fuck me… my eyes hurt so much…’ Kyojuro yawned again. The teacher's office door opened, Kyojuro didn’t give a damn who it was, because he felt like passing out. “Rengoku”, … “Kyojuro”, … “HEY, I know you can hear me, don’t play du-“ “how about you shut your mouth Sanemi” “tch, hey I’m only here because your wife sent me here to check up on you, not for you to be a asshole to me” that annoyed Kyojuro “why the hell are you with my (Y/N)” “Ren, she’s like a sister to me, even though we’re not related, I still see her as family, so why the fuck you think, I be behind your back with that” Kyojuro sighed and stood from his chair “where is she” “she’s out doing errands, she wanted to come over here and check on you, but house chores and grocery shopping” Kyojuro sat back down and trying to finish what he was left off “ok, leave, I have work to do, so buzz off”.

“Are you listening to yourself right now, your just gonna go back on your work instead of paying attention to (Y/N)” “no, I need to finish it, for my job, someone needs to pay the bills in the house” Sanemi got pissed off by that, then he chuckled “tch, no wonder (Y/N) comes to my house, when she’s all tearing up, because someone needs to give her attention and that someone is not you” Kyojuro stood up and put his hands by Sanemi’s shirt, Sanemi can see that flame in his eyes, the rage… “Sanemi if you lay a finger on-“ “maybe I should, I can treat her better than you…” Kyojuro was about to punch him, but the door opened again, and Genya was there, poor boy was shocked, “let go, Rengoku” Sanemi made Kyojuro let go, Sanemi walked over to Genya, and reassured him, Kyojuro just stared back and a overflowing guilt fell on him, Sanemi looked back with rage and discuss in his eyes, “Ren, you need to get your act together, if you can’t do that, she’s gonna move on, and divorce you…” then slammed the door.

Sanemi walked out with Genya and head home, but before he touched the door knob, his phone rings, he got his phone out of his pocket and saw (Y/N) on the screen, he answers, “hey what’s up” “hey can I come spend the night at your house” Sanemi was surprised, “oh… why-“ “Genya texted me, that the talk you had with Ren, didn’t go so well…” ‘she sounds depressed’ “hey… is everything ok…” ‘wait, why would I ask such a dumb question’ ��kinda… I'm just sick of being alone at home…” “yeah, want me to come pick you up” “yes…” “ok, I’ll come pick you up in 10 minutes from now” “thanks Sem Sem, I appreciate it” Sanemi chuckled, “your welcome, (Y/N)…”

—-

It was late at night again, and Kyojuro was still at work doing paperwork, he felt like knocking out, his eyes were drooping and his back hurts, ‘me, an jerk, fuck off Sanemi…’ ‘maybe I should call her…’ Kyojuro stop doing his work and picked up his phone off the desk and started to call her, it rings and rings and rings, until a voicemail happens, “hi this is (Y/N), I might be busy with my husband, so please understand, leave a message after the beep”, *bee-* He canceled it before it even tried to go to voicemail, ‘why should I even try again, it’s midnight’ he put his phone down and he wanted to rest his eyes ‘maybe, I am a jerk’ then he denied it ‘no, I need to finish this work…’ yawned again, ‘actually maybe a small nap won’t hurt, right?’ He laid on his arms, and wondered ‘am I really a bad husband, mom if you were here, what would you say about this…’ Kyojuro slowly fell asleep on his desk.

—-

It was midnight and (Y/N) didn’t want to call back Kyojuro, she saw the missed call from him, but she was shocked to think he would call her, she sighed and tried to go to sleep but couldn’t, maybe she’s overreacting about Kyojuro, she knows his job can be overwhelming, but… but… she’s tearing up, she’s sobbing, she’s quivering, she lift herself up, and put her arms around her legs.

Sanemi was fast asleep in the living room couch, Genya couldn’t really sleep because what happened in the teachers lounge, what Sanemi said and what Rengoku said, he felt guilt swelling up in his heart, then he hear (Y/N) sobbing in Sanemi’s master bedroom, he sit up, and opened his door, and quietly walked to his brother’s room, slowly opened the door, and saw (Y/N), he felt horrible, he closed the door behind him, and slowly touched her back and slowly rubs her back, “hey, (Y/N)… everything will be ok…” (Y/N) let go of her arms and slowly hugged Genya, she was sobbing on his shoulder, he hugged her back, and give light rubs on her back, and whispered “everything is going to be fine”, it slowly calmed her down, and she looked up at Genya, her puffy eyes made him felt terrible, “I’m sorry I woke you up Genya, it’s just so much is happening…” “no, no, no, it’s fine, your stressed out because what’s all happening and I completely understand that'', “thanks Genya…” “do you need anything else, (Y/N)” she paused and still looked gloomy, “can you sleep with me, It’s hard for me to sleep”, Genya spaced out and it was a little out of the blue for him, “sur- sure, if it- it helps you sleep- I com- completely understand” his cheeks were slightly pink, (Y/N) laughed because he looks so cute, when’s he’s blushy, “thanks Genya'' she made a small smile, that made Genya stop blushing, he smiled back, he stood up, and started to fix his side of the bed, and he walked out and walked back in for his phone, (Y/N) layed down on her side of the bed, and Genya rested on the left side, “thanks again Gen Gen…” “your welcome (Y/N)…” and they both fell asleep.

—-

Sanemi woke up first, because he needs to get Genya ready for school and everything, like make his breakfast and stuff, he left his main clothes in the living room because he didn’t want to wake up (Y/N), he got dressed and he head to Genya’s room, to wake him up, when he got there and opened the door, he wasn’t there, ‘where you go?’ Then he look at his room, and slowly walked to his room and opened it, and saw Genya sleeping on the left side and (Y/N) on the right, ‘she must’ve had a hard time sleeping, so she asked Genya…’ he still felt frustrated from yesterday, ‘maybe I should call for a day off today, because of (Y/N)�� so he slowly closed the door and called his boss, he said Genya’s not feeling well and that Genya has to stay home, and he had to stay home and take care of him, he ended the call and started to make breakfast for the both of them, he made there plates first, then he made his, his room door opened and Sanemi’s head looked at the direction, and saw Genya walked out then (Y/N), they both yawn, “I smelled pancakes, so I woke up first” (Y/N) said, Genya just shook up, “wait!, ima be late for school!”, then Sanemi quickly said “you dork, I told them we have a day off!, so calm down…``''oh…”, (Y/N) laughed on the two brothers, “why did you call a day off Sanemi?” “Because of you, I saw Genya slept on the other side of the bed, so I thought, you had a hard time sleeping” “I did and Genya helped, isn’t that little dude” “HEY, I’m not around the same age, but I am like twice your size!”, (Y/N) laughed, it made the brothers smile, because it’s better to see their friend happy instead of so sorrowful, “hey, Sanemi… later from today, can you drop me at the school, I need to talk to Rengoku'' Sanemi was a bit surprised to hear her say his last name, “sure, I can, but if anything happens I’ll be in the hallway, and if anyone ask why I’m there, I’ll just say, I’m waiting on someone” “thanks Sanemi” she smiled softly “your welcome (Y/N), if anything happens I’ll rush in there”

“Thanks and I appreciate it”

—-

It was the afternoon and Kyojuro woke up from his nap, he felt all horrible, his back still hurts, his eyes has deep bags under them, and his body has a trill to drink more coffee, he tried stretching again, but the aches on his back felt like needles piercing through his skin “well that just fucking hurts” he touched his sides and his back, because they were hurting like hell, ‘hope this day, won’t get any worse as it is’, the teacher’s lounge door opened and right when he looked up, he saw his beautiful (Y/N), she looked dreadful, “hi…” she spoke, he felt guilt in his heart because how sad she sounds, “hi…” “can we talk, Rengoku…”, Kyojuro felt even more guilt, why is she calling me that, like we’re strangers all over again he thought, “baby, why are you not calling me by my-“ “Ren, why aren’t you coming home” that guilt slowly turns into frustration, “because I have a job, and I need to pay the bills for us to survive…” “yes, but doesn’t mean you stay up and at your job for three days straight”, “so-“, now (Y/N) slightly raising her voice “what do you mean so!, look at yourself, you been sitting in your desk, drinking coffee, have horrible bags under your eyes, you look like your gonna knock out, Rengo-“ “STOP CALLING ME BY MY LAST NAME” that terrified her, but she still stood her ground, “why should I!! I have been ignored for the past three days! You don’t even give me a text that ‘I’ll be still at work!’ Or at least something comforting!” “Oh (Y/N)!, why don’t you stop being a sensitive little bitch!, and just grow up!”

Kyojuro eyes went wide, shocked to why he even said that, (Y/N) was trembling, her tears were streaming down her cheeks, Kyojuro wanted to help her calm down, but when he tried to reach for her, she backed up, Kyojuro felt horrible, he felt like he wanted to get punched, his voice was shaky, “(Y/N)…” he tried to touch her shoulder again, but she back up again, “don’t touch me…” his heart shattered when he heard her and how scared she is, “(Y/N), I’m sorry…”, it was silent, until she said “Kyojuro…, no wonder your just like your father…”, and she ran out just like that, Kyojuro was speechless, he wanted to run after her, but couldn’t, because she was right, Kyojuro started tearing up and quavering.

“Am I really…”

——

(Y/N) was running away from the school, the students that were leaving school saw her with sad looks on there faces, Sanemi was behind yelling her name, She just wanted to go far, far, far away from this horrible school, Sanemi chack up, and grabbed her by the arm, “LET GO!!” And Sanemi turned her around, “hey, it’s me, it's me…”, she hugged Sanemi and he hugged back, he picked her up, “it’s going to be ok… shhh.. everything going to be ok… I’ll take you back to my house…”

When they got there, Genya looked worried for (Y/N), she was crying silently, Sanemi wanted to put her down, but she didn’t let go, “(Y/N)?”, “can- can, you and Genya, stay up with me…, be- because I don’t think I can sleep…” Sanemi felt horrible, he should’ve just stepped in, but he wanted to give them space and respect their personal conversation, “sure, (Y/N), anything to make you positive and not stressed, I can do that” ‘hearing that from Sanemi was strange, because usually he’s always stern or blatantly aggressive, but he always would hide his anger on me’ “tha- thanks, Sem Sem…” Sanemi made a small pleasant smile that also made her smile, “hey, (Y/N), how about we watch a movie for the night?”

“Sure, I would love that…”

——

When Kyojuro got home, he was not surprised that she wasn’t here, his fist clenched, and he slammed the door behind him, he was starving, because he felt like if he ate, he’ll just throw up, but he had to eat something, so he walked over to the kitchen and opened the fridge, and saw some dinner, wrapped in foil, and a sticky note on top, he picked up the note, and it read, ‘hi, love, I’m glad your home, finished this amazing dinner I made, I worked really hard on it, so I hope you like it!’ Also ps. When you finish come cuddle with me! <3’, a teardrop fell on the note, and his hand was shaking, it started to become hard to read, because the tears kept flowing, he closed the fridge, and decided to not eat it, the note was now on the floor but he didn’t care, he just wanted to go to sleep, and just hope this is all a nightmare…

After he took his shower and got ready for bed, he wanted to call her again, so he did, but right when he clicked the call button, it went straight to voicemail, he hung up, before her cute voice can say anything, he tossed his phone on her side of the bed, and sat down on his side of the bed, his quivering got worriedly worst, his breathing was uneven, “(Y/N)… please come… back… I’m… nothing like my father…”

“Please… I’m sorry… please come back…”

—-

The following morning, Sanemi woke up first, he got up quietly, stretched his back and popped his joints. He was gonna start breakfast for everyone, but he heard a knock on the door, “who the hell can that be?”, he opened the door and saw Kyojuro, he looked exhausted as usual, but he was well dressed, his hair looks kind of messy, “can I see her, I need to talk to her…” his voice sounds raspy, “no, also please leave, she doesn’t want company at the moment” Sanemi was about to close the door but Kyojuro put his foot on the side, so it won’t close, “please… I must talk to her…” Sanemi hated being in the middle of this, but he can’t just do nothing, (Y/N) was upset about and to see her not happy, makes him wants to punch the hell out of whoever made her unhappy, “listen Rengoku, I don’t want to beat the living pulp out of you, so if you mind, just fucking leave” “I’m not leaving until I talk to her!” He can see those flames in his eyes again. “Why you-“

“Sanemi, who is that?”, (Y/N) woke up, then Genya woke up after, Sanemi turned around with a sad look, “it’s no one” “that’s a lie, (Y/N) please… come out and open the door so we can talk… please…” (Y/N) was shocked to hear Kyojuro at the other side of the door, Sanemi turn back “dude, I told you-“ “Sanemi, let me go talk to him” she stood and walked over to the door, Sanemi turned back, with sternness, but he couldn’t say no, so he opened the door fully and walked to his room and told Genya to follow, but before the two boys went to Sanemi’s room, Sanemi said this, “if you hurt her, your dead you hear”, and both the both the boys were out of sight, it was just (Y/N) and Kyojuro.

“What is it, Rengoku…”

“Look I know you hate me, but please hear me out…” he stepped in and got a little closer.

(Y/N) sighed and nodded in response.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry, that I ignored your text, your calls, and most of all, I’m sorry that I ignored you, it breaks my heart to see you so sad and stressed out, to see you so scared and frightened of me, I don’t want you to see me as my father, I'm truly sorry, please forgive me… I’ll never treat you like this ever again…” his voice was cracking while he talked, but it truly hurt to see him like this, “I’ll prov- prove to you that I’m a worthy husband to you…” he was quivering, “I- I- love you- you, (Y/N)… please don’t leave me… I’m sorry…” “please… I’ll do better-“

(Y/N) hugged him back she was sobbing, but at least she didn’t walk away from him, he hugged her back, and kept saying sweet sorrys, in her ears, giving her kisses, and making her feel loved…

“I’m sorry… my love…”

“Kyojuro… I forgive you…”

“You do!” he sounded like a lost puppy and that make her laughed

“Yes, Koy” she smiled

Kyojuro had the brightest smile, and it made her even more happy.

She hugged him again and he hugged back, “hey koy~”

Hm~”

“Love the new you~” she hugged around his waist.

He blushed, “(Y/N)…” he said shyly he covered his face on her shoulder.

She giggled, “I love you, koy~”

“I love you too, sweetheart~”

#rengoku kyojuro #rengoku kyojuro x you #rengoku kyojuro x reader #rengoku kyojuro x reader angst #demon slayer fanfic #demon slayer anime #fanfiction #angst #angst fanfic #KNY #Kimetsu no Yaiba #rengoku kyojurou #rengoku kyojurou x reader #rengoku kyojurou x reader angst

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doublebladedbitch · 3 years

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Savior - Captain Howzer x reader

Paring: Captain Howzer (bad batch) x fem reader

Warnings: SMUT (as promised)

Chapter 8

Besides our awkward encounter at the start of our conversation, Eleni and I went along very well and she told me more about her planet. She spoke about the political situation and also about the clone wars. Unlike Howzer and Rampart had told me, she seemed to be thankful and respectful towards clones, so I couldn’t stop myself from talking about my issue I have had with Howzer not being a guest.

„I’ve told the admiral this before, but I really think clones, like my captain for example, should have been invited…as guests“ I told her in a soft tone, making it clear that I didn’t wanted to attack her in any way.

„I totally agree with you!“ She stated in her accent and leaned in closer. „But I fear that we’re probably the only ones thinking that they deserve this…most people here are not happy with the return of the clones to Ryloth…“ she paused and looked around „they don’t care if its for their safety or if its troops of the republic or the empire…all they see are the guns they bring and get intimidated…“

„You are not a big fan of us being here either, aren’t you?“ I asked her curiously.

She paused for a moment before she answered. „Not really. Ryloth needs a leader that represents the people. They deserve their complete freedom after everything we went through…They put Taa in power, but thats not what the masses wanted and now the situation is gonna tense up, especially with armed troops running around. But Ryloth needs help…i am just not sure if it’s the empire that can bring it“

I nodded slowly. I understood her position, but since it was against the empire I didn’t want to disagree with her.

„So…“ she began curiously, wanting to change the topic.“What is going on between you and your captain?“ She asked with a smirk and I blushed immediately.

„I don’t know what you mean…“ I said but couldn’t hide my red cheeks, causing her to chuckle.

„Seven, don’t act like you don’t know what-“ Eleni wanted to say, but stopped when we heard Rampart’s cough behind my back.

„I see you found a friend“ he said looking with dispose at Eleni.

„Yes I did, Admiral.“ I answered protectively, as turned towards him to form a wall between them.

„What did I tell you about speaking to others?“ He whispered angrily at me.

„You were busy, Sir and I was just making conversation“ I told him and he sighed annoyed, but eased up.

„Anyways I’m gonna go to the bar with the leader“ he stated in a louder voice and glared at Eleni with his last word. „I’m going to order Howzer to keep an eye on you.“

I crossed my arms in front of my chest. I didn’t like how controlling he was, to whom I was talking to really was none of his business and especially since he didn’t interacted with me. He stood up and Orn Free Taa already made his way towards the bar, when Rampart walked over to Howzer.

„Take care of her“ Rampart ordered and Howzer glanced towards me and Eleni.

„Looks like she is doing fine, Sir“ Howzer stated a bit confused about Rampart’s annoyance with me.

„I don’t want her to talk to the other guests, Howzer. Entertain her if you must, just don’t let her get us into even more trouble“ he ended and left after Taa. Eleni and I have listened to their conversation and I looked at her with sadness.

„Don’t worry we’ll meet again. Then I’ll leave the two of you alone“ she stated with a wink before she started talking to her husband. I blushed again and wanted to say something to her, but I noticed Howzer coming up beside me and closed my mouth again. I turned to him with a stupidly wide grin, which even grew wider when he returned the smile.

„Sit down“ I said to him patting on Rampart’s seat, which was now thankfully free.

„I don’t think I should-“ he began but I took his hand in mine and lead him onto the seat.

„He’s gone and didn’t he tell you to entertain me?“ I quoted Rampart with a chuckle. „I bet you’re hungry“ I added, tilting my head slight to the side.

Howzer still was unsure and nervous about what to do, but I waited for his answer. He finally nodded slowly and we both let our eyes wander over the food.

He eased up quickly and we both ate some of the things. A lot of it, either of us had tried before and we had a lot of fun taste testing all the different kinds of foods. We talked about different topics and he also told me funny stories about his battalion, back in the days of the republic. I laughed a lot and found myself drowning in his eyes as he was passionately speaking about his men. I realized how much I had started to feel for him and I couldn’t deny it any longer, I had fallen for him completely…

Suddenly I felt Howzer slowly placing his gloved hand on my cheek and he rubbed his thumb over the corner of my lip. „You have something there…“ he almost whispered, but he didn’t took his hand away. He let his thumb continue to run over my lower lip. For a moment, it felt like time had stopped and it was just the two of us. We looked deep into each others eyes and I noticed his eyes where flickering down to my lips. I felt my cheeks heat up at the upbuilding tension.

Laughter from a very loud Twilek man coming up behind Howzer brought us back to reality and Howzer took his hand away. I nervously looked down and tread to hide my flushed cheeks.

„Hey, Clone“ the twilek spit out at Howzer, who was facing him with his back. „You are not allowed to sit here“ He continued and I could hear that he was drunk. Before Howzer could say anything I stood up.

„He can sit wherever he wants“ I told the Twilek, he rose to his feel too, but almost stumbled. His eyes wandered over my body and I saw lust appearing in his eyes.

„Hello there…“ He stated, just bluntly staring at my cleavage. Howzer stood up and protectively stepped in front of me, shielding his view at me.

I didn’t needed to see Howzer’s face to realize that his expression alone, was intimidating enough for the Twilek to just stare at him in shock. Next thing I knew, Howzer had turned around and took my hand. I followed him through the crowded rooms towards the elevator. He let go of my hand and we waited for the elevator to arrive.

We didn’t have to wait long for the ding of the arriving elevator and he placed his hand on my back, before he gently pushed me inside. He wanted to say something, when the door began to close, but stopped when other guests entered the elevator too. The elevator wasn’t big, so it quickly filled up and I found myself being pressed into a corner. I was shielded by Howzer and he had placed his hands next to my head to stop himself from being pressed against me, so he wouldn’t crush me with his body, as the other guest tumbled around.

When our eyes met, I couldn’t help but blush again. Being so close to him, with our bodies almost pressed against each other, I felt my middle heating up.

The elevator stopped abruptly and caused on of the other passengers behind Howzer to stumble into him, causing him to press me against the wall. I gasped surprised when our bodies met, only a few centimeters parted our faces now and I couldn’t help but bite my lip. What I would give to kiss him now…

His eyes were darted at my lips and he glanced up into my eyes again, before he stepped back, took my hand and lead me out of the elevator. The door closed behind us and when I quickly looked around myself, I recognized what floor we were on.

„This is my floor…“ I spoke out loud. We walked down the hallway towards my room, he stopped in front of it and looked at me. I fished out the card to the room out of my cleavage, causing him to chuckle. „What?“ I responded, but chuckled too. „There was no other place to put it…“ I mumbled, as he opened the door. I followed Howzer inside and turned the dimmed warm lights on.

„What now, captain?“ I asked him playfully and curious about his plan. Howzer quickly closed the door behind me and within one motion he rushed me against it. He had placed his hand on my back to not hurt me when he pushed me against the metal. I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped my lips, caused by his touch and his rushed actions.

He smirked down at me and leaned in with his face. „I’m going to entertain you“ Howzer said before our lips met. He kissed me softly at first, but when I kissed him back, hungry for more, the kissing got more and more passionate and rougher. He had placed his hands on my waist, so he pulled my hips closer towards him. I let my hands wander over his chest armor up to his neck and wrapped my arms around him to pull him closer. In the small breaks we took to catch our breaths, he smirked down at me and let his eyes wander over my body.

„You have no idea how long I wanted to do that…“ I said, still breathless, before I pulled him in for another passionate kiss and started to take off his armor. I started with his arm pieces, then his chest piece, until his upper body was left in his blacks. Howzer pulled, torturously slow, the straps of my dress over my shoulders and the dress slit down. I stepped out of it and closer to him, to press my body against his.

His blacks had a zipper in the back and I opened it, more eagerly than he had been, causing him to chuckle into the kiss. I pulled it down and freed his arms and chest, so that his complete upper body was bare now. His chuckle turned into a soft groan, when I started kissing and sucking on his neck. I kissed my way down his chest, stopped at his nipple and when I started sucking, he let out another groan and drowned his hand in my hair. Continuing my journey down his body, I found myself on my knees in front of him. I stopped planting kisses on his skin and started to take of his leg armor, when I wanted to take off his belt and cod piece he grabbed my wrist to stop me. I looked up at him and felt my stomach turn at the sight of him smirking down at me.

„Not so fast, darling“ he said in a raspy voice and placed his fingers under my chin and stroke over my lip with his thumb. I wanted to suck on his finger, but he stopped me again and lifted my chin up further, so that my hair fell back completely. „So eager, huh?“ Howzer asked and I couldn’t help but blush. „We’ll get to that later, but tonight it’s my turn“ he stated and the tone in his voice had turned more dominant, which didn’t left me with another choice to just nod. I knew that he would take the upper hand from now on and I already really enjoyed it.

With a nod he signaled me to stand up and I did as I was told and looked at him with big eyes, just waiting for his next move. I didn’t have to wait long, as soon as I was on my feet he kissed me passionately and I immediately returned it. My arms were wrapped around his neck, as he let his hands discover my body, sending shivers and leaving my skin tingling, where his fingers were. Without breaking the heavy kissing he lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He used this opportunity to rest his hands on my ass as he carried me over to the bed.

Leaning over me as he carefully laid me down onto the soft mattress, he never broke the kiss and I hold onto his body. I placed my feet onto the bed and let my hands wander over his shoulders and his muscular back, while he sank down his hips between my legs.

When Howzer started planting kisses along my neck and traced my throat softly with his fingers, I couldn’t stop the soft moans that escaped my lips. Intentionally I opened my legs to let his hips dive down further, but he didn’t. With a gentle movement of his strong hand he slid down under my body and opened my bra, followed by a quick motion and next thing I knew, the bra was flying across the room. Howzer kissed down my body, without his hand leaving my throat. The grip wasn’t tight, but still enough to hold me in place and tense up my whole body.

Impatiently wanting more I moved my hips up a little, but he defiantly enjoyed teasing me way too much to already give me what I want. He stopped kissing down my body right before he reached my nipple and I looked down at him to see why he stopped. Before I could even catch a glimpse into his beautiful eyes, I threw my head back in pleasure, when I felt his thigh being pressed against my already wet clit. The pressure alone made me moan and I started to slightly move my hips over his still dressed thigh, while Howzer started sucking my nipples.

I could swear that I felt him smiling against my skin at my reaction and I arched my back slightly. Every movement he did with his thigh, his grip slightly tightening around my throat or his hot breath on my hard nipples, made me shiver and even though he had barely started I was already a mess, thanks to all the teasing and the torturing slow process.

Howzer started kissing down my body further and removed his thigh from between my legs. When I felt his hot breath on my inner thighs I shivered and tried my best to stop my hips from moving and waited for him. I gladly didn’t have to wait long before he pulled down my panties and threw them somewhere in the room. I couldn’t help but move my hips slightly towards him when I felt the cold air hitting my wet pussy.

„So wet already?“ He teasingly asked me and I felt his eyes on me, but all I wanted in this moment was his tongue touching me, so I arched my back a little. „Please…“ I begged and when he didn’t move an idea popped up in my head.

„Please Captain…“ I slowly said after I propped myself on my elbows to look deep into his beautiful eyes. A smirk appeared onto his face and his fingers digged deeper into my hips. Howzer lowered his head without breaking the eye contact for a second and I felt his warm tongue on my clit, causing my eyes to roll into the back of my head and I let out a moan.

I felt him smirking at my reaction and he didn’t wait long to give me everything he got. He started licking and softly sucking on my clit, working me quickly closer to my climax. His tongue and his soft lips felt incredible and he hit all the right spots, causing my whole body to shiver and I couldn’t stop any of the moans escaping my mouth, getting louder and louder.

I grabbed his hand tightly when I felt, that I was close to my climax. „Howzer-“ was the only thing I was able to breath out, to signal him that I was close. „Come for me“ he whispered against me and I did, I did come for him.

I breathed heavily and let my hand run through my hair. Howzer crawled up, so he was hovering over my body with his hands placed on both sides next to my head and leaned in to give me a passionate kiss. I tasted myself on his lips and drowned my hand in his dark hair to pull him closer, even though it wasn’t possible. When we broke our kiss to catch our breaths he looked deep into my eyes and I licked my lips.

„You ready?“ He asked in a raspy voice and I nodded. I wrapped my arm around his neck and hold onto him as I opened my legs wider for him. He took his dick into his hand and lowered his hips. I intentionally bit my lip in pleasure as his tip met my clit. He looked at me when he dived in the first time. I clung onto him and let out a heavy breath. Howzer started with slow movements and went deeper by every time, working me more and more open.

My moans got louder, until I lost any control of my volume. Howzer wrapped one hand around my neck with his thumb being softly placed on my throat, sometimes running along my jawline. His other hand was placed right next to my waist to support himself and his controlled hips movements. His thrusts got harder and more firm, when he noticed that I liked his roughness.

I was able to moan out a „yes“ to signal him to go harder on me, causing him to smirk and with a quick movement he threw my leg over his shoulder to go even deeper. He hit a spot inside me, I have never felt before and it was extremely intense and every thrust send an electric feeling through my whole body, causing my moans to turn almost into screams. He slowed his pace and looked at me with a risen eyebrow, being unsure, if my screams were a good or a bad sign.

„No, please…continue“ I breathed out.

„You need to be quiet or else the whole city is gonna hear us…“ he said, but I noticed pride in his voice.

„ Please…Howzer“ I moaned out, causing him to let out a groan, at the way I made his name sounded in my mouth. He leaned down a bit and covered my mouth with his hand and looked into my eyes, before he started to continue with his deep and hard thrusts, hitting the spot inside me and my extremely sensitive clit.

I moaned loudly against his big hand as my eyes rolled into the back of my skull. With his pace and the way he was hitting all the right spots, it didn’t take long, before I was nearing my second orgasm. I dig my fingernails deeper into his back and arched my back, making him go even deeper. He removed his hand when I came.

„Oh…kriff! …Howzer“ I moaned out when I came and clenched my walls around him, bringing him to his edge. He let out a groan in pleasure and pulled out to come into his hand, as another groan escaped him through gritted teeth and clenched jaw. Before I even was able to catch my breath again I took his hand and looked into his eyes. We both were kneeling on the bed now and he was looking at me a little confused about what I would do next. I slowly leaned closer, before I started to lick his cum off of his fingers. When I was sucking on his middle finger and took it almost completely into my mouth, I looked back into his eyes. He looked at me with pure lust in his eyes, watching me closely as I cleaned his fingers.

When I had finished he gave me a kiss, after he said „good girl“ in a low raspy voice. I blushed at the praise from him, confused why these words made me feel so good and caused a shiver to run down my spine.

We both laid down next to each other and I cuddled myself onto his side wrapping my arm and leg around his body. I placed my chin on his chest and looked at him with pure admiration. He turned his head toward me and stroke a strand of hair behind my ear and smiled.

„You’re beautiful“ I said softly without any hesitation.

„I was just going to say the same thing to you“ he replied with a smile and I leaned in to give him a kiss, which he returned. I noticed that he was thinking about something and I tilted my head slightly.

„But how can you say that…you have met millions, that look exactly like me“ he wondered and slightly turned his head away to not look at me.

„Howzer, each and every one of you is individual and…and you are… different, then most clones I have met in my years as a stormtrooper“ I told him truthfully and let my fingers run over his chest. He turned his head back towards me and looked deep into my eyes as if he was searching for something. „When I say this, I mean you are beautiful on the outside and inside“ I added and needed to tilt my head away this time, when I realized how cheesy this sounded.

He sat himself up and took me with him, so I sat in his lap with my legs wrapped around his waist and softly placed his fingers under my chin to make me look at him.

„Thank you, Seven…“ he said and kissed me softly. „it means the world to me to hear that from you“

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xhanisai · 3 years

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My scattered heart and mind, Revolves around you tonight

AO3 / FFN

Summary:

"Ple-eeeeeease, Nino? Certainly, you must have some caffeine-fueled beverage hidden somewhere! You're the best drinks supplier I have! Anything with caffeine or sugar would do! Those super strong energy drinks you gave me were literally lifesavers and if you have anything that's even half as good as that, I will give you a hundred- no- two hundred salted caramel macarons! I'll even crush up some pecan nuts and mix it with the fillings, just the way you like it!" . Nino was fucking sold.

A.K.A

The fic where Marinette wants a super strong caffeine beverage, Adrien wants her to be healthier and Nino is just a slut for macarons.

And Alya is the powerhouse of the group.

RED MOON - KARD Pairing - Adrinette Prompt - 'Energy drinks'

~(x)~

"Nino. I need a stronger batch. ASAP." A wild, sleep-deprived Marinette slammed her hands against the boys' desk, not even twitching a brow when the duo flinched from the sudden impact. The blonde of the two composed himself promptly, a flash of concern quick to plaster on his face as he took in her dishevelled appearance whilst the other boy simply gaped as if she's grown two heads. Or that might have been so much tamer compared to what he just concluded. "What the hell!? Marinette, that brand is the most strongest out there and even I barely managed to get my hands on them- and jeez dude, it hasn't even been a week and you're already immune to it!??" He leaned in closer, eyes quickly glancing around to see if anyone else was paying attention save for his cautious seatmate and then lowered his voice to a whisper. "Not to mention it's not exactly legal in France!" The betrayed, heated warning look he received from his appalled best friend on the side caused him to shift away from him by a tad, whistling innocently whilst Marinette scrutinised them both with glazed eyes. "Quoi!? Nino! I thought Alya managed to stop you from giving her any more of that crap! That stuff isn't good for your health at all!" Adrien then swivelled around to face Marinette, not knowing what to do with his hands other than wildly gesturing them around. "And you! You were supposed to start easing yourself off those energy drinks and get more rest." He decided to grab her hands with his, squeezing them with good measures as his brows remained furrowed, hoping to get his point across if his words weren't enough for the sweet girl. "Look at you, you can barely stand."

"I know, I tried. But even after sleeping decently, I get stupidly tired and exhausted even just by staying awake for only two or three hours." The designer sighed, completely unfazed by the boy's touch as she was far too drained to comprehend anything properly- everything still hazy and dreamlike in her vision currently. Had Adrien not been so anxious over her state, he would have cooed at how adorable her pout was. "It will take time, I know. That's why Alya advised that you drink some water whenever you feel sleepy or at least eat something nutritious like some fruit or vegetable sticks. They will help." The model's tone softened, thumb rubbing comforting circles on the backs of her hands and eyes full of nothing but adoration and affection. "You have been doing that, right?" He was met with a shy, guilty look from her. "Marinette..." He tutted disappointedly, eyes narrowed further as she continued to avert eye contact, cheeks blossoming with her standard sakura hue that he spotted whenever she noticed he was nearby. Pushing that stray thought aside, he beckoned for her to sit down by him on the shared seating, practically sandwiching her between him and Nino as he ruffled through his bag for something. "I've got some vitamin water with me that's really good for you and also doesn't taste like rubbish- lemme find it-" "It's okay- you shouldn't waste it on me. Unless it's stronger than the drinks that Nino gave me, I'll probably pass out on my desk regardless," Marinette's protests were left unheard, her expression twisting from a genuine bashful look to one equivalent to an angry kitten the minute she made eye contact with the drink bottle Adrien fished out of his bag. "Oh no...not that..." "Yes, that, Marinette." Adrien pushed the healthy concoction into her hands and then clasped his fingers around hers anew with a determined gaze. "Just because it doesn't have any caffeine or added sugar in it, doesn't mean it's not good-" "Nino, please tell me you have a can of Monster on you? I'd even settle on a Red Bull. Anything but that lemon flavoured water thing he's trying to make me drink!" The bespectacled teen almost caved in to the bluebell puppy eyes. However, the sight of his best friend's warning death glare behind her was much more persuasive and he'd rather not deal with the crafty blonde's wrath should he give in Dupain-Cheng. The last time Nino triggered Adrien's wrath was when he ate the model's share of the Dupain-Cheng's freshly baked croissants by 'accident' at one of the class' many picnics; his delicious drinks were somehow swapped with vile tomato juice and his luxurious crisps and hearty sandwiches were magically replaced with tasteless prunes and bloody cabbages. And Nino fucking hates cabbages! "N-Nope. Sorry dude...I had the last can this morning...hehe..." He wasn't prepared for her crestfallen expression and almost scrambled to tell the truth instead because nothing is more monstrous than making Marinette Dupain-Cheng cry! Thankfully, Adrien grabbed her immediate attention, reattempting to get her to drink the healthy juice much to her dismay. 'I'll let you handle this one bro. It's the least you can do after almost scaring me shitless with that glare of yours.' "-You don't need to drink the whole thing. Have a few sips and you'll feel so much better-" "No." "Please?" "No." "Come on, don't be so stubborn-" "Oh, I'm stubborn? M. 'Drink the damn flavourless juice' guy???" Marinette finally pushed the bottle back into Adrien's hand, scoffing and facing Nino so that her back was towards the deadpanned model. Nino couldn't help but quietly snicker at the clear frustration that was plastered on the usually composed teen's face and how he clutched the bridge of his nose. The Moroccan boy admired the French-English's boy's persistence. "Mari...it's not flavourless. It has subtle flavours of lemon and orange and a hint of mint- something you should be able to taste unless those energy drinks have already destroyed your palette." Resorting to drastic measures, Adrien leaned his chin on her shoulder, fluttering his lashes and mustering the cutest, sweetest kitten eyes he could ever manage. "Just one sip? That way you won't pass out on your desk? I promise?" Had Marinette not been sleep-deprived, she would have faltered right away. Heck, she would have faltered the minute that Adrien offered her the drink, happily gulping down the whole bottle just to appease him despite her strong distaste against the flavour. Too bad for him, she's severely sleep-deprived. With a soft flick against Adrien's forehead, earning a surprised mewl from him, Marinette leaned back towards Nino, hands clapped in a praying motion and eyes glittering with unshed tears. "Ple-eeeeeease, Nino? Certainly, you must have some caffeine-fueled beverage hidden somewhere! You're the best drinks supplier I have! Anything with caffeine or sugar would do! Those super strong energy drinks you gave me were literally lifesavers and if you have anything that's even half as good as that, I will give you a hundred- no- two hundred salted caramel macarons! I'll even crush up some pecan nuts and mix it with the fillings, just the way you like it!" . Nino was fucking sold. His stomach rumbled delightfully at the idea of those delicious sweets, his hunger and greed for the goodies overtaking what little rationality he had left and even powered through the nightmare that was Adrien's death glare as the blonde repeatedly gestured to refuse the offer. The little dignity he had left was what stopped Nino from drooling on the spot as he clasped his hands over Marinette's. "Really!? Two hundred!?" All the teen could see was the Goddess that was the bone-weary Marinette, her presence like the sun and Adrien's pestering logical thinking like a shadow being whacked away. Nothing will get in between Nino and those macarons. "Yes! That's what I said!" "With extra, extra pecan nuts? And that cute drizzle of caramel on top? A-A-And whipped cream on the side?" "Absolutely~" Just as Lahiffe was about to agree to the deal, his vision was suddenly filled with red, courtesy to his disgruntled best friend pulling the tip of his cap forward as he leant over the girl. "Adrien!? Dude!? What was that for!?" Nino hastily fixed his hat back in place, his scowl nowhere near as effective as the fashion mogul's son's, the taller of the three placing his hands on Marinette's shoulders whilst still behind her. "What was that for? Oh, you deserved far worse. Look at the state she's in- ya think she'd be able to make two-hundred macarons like this!?" As if to emphasise his point, Marinette simply blinked back, almost nodding off to sleep. Nonchalantly, Adrien placed her on his lap, pressing her face into his chest and wrapped his arms around her, all the while glowering at Nino- which should have been a comical sight for the latter had he not known the consequences to evoke such annoyance. "Of course I don't expect her to make it right now. Just down the future..." "A future where she'd be so much more knackered and exhausted cos a certain someone won't stop giving her that heart-attack juice like an idiot-" "But Adrien! Macarons...MACARONS." "You can go buy them from her parents like the rest of us-" "B-B-But...handmade Marinette macarons, Adrien!" "THERE'S MORE TO LIFE THAN MACARONS-"

"Ehem."

All of a sudden, the blood that was flowing through the duo's veins was replaced with icy dread and incredible fear from the sound of a certain,

familiar

angry voice. Adrien couldn't help but gulp, holding Marinette tighter and leaning back, away from the person up at the front.

"What's this about Lahiffe supplying Marinette the bad juice behind our backs?"

One could describe that at that moment,

Alya's

figure was looming and filled one's soul with

horror

from the way that fire blazed in those hazel eyes and how her voluminous hair practically floated behind her out of rage.

Though, no one was more fucked than Nino Lahiffe.

"You reap what you sow, buddy..." Was the last thing that the pitiful teen heard from his best friend as he was mercilessly hauled away by his girlfriend, his wails of help and apologies falling on deaf ears...

~(x)~

A/N: Looks like someone's grounded from super penguino for a good while :D Lemme know what you think in the comments!

#my writing #my fanfiction #my fanfictions #ml fanfiction #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug and chat noir #ladybug #chat noir #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #nino lahiffe #alya cesaire #adrinette #adrienette #let nino have his macarons 2k21

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ladykatakuri · 3 years

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Musings of a Sargeant

A little One Shot about the sargeant of The Bad Batch, Hunter.

Pairing: None it is about Hunter and the Batch

Warnings: None really, it is the musings of Hunter after the seasons finale

Word Count: 1611

Summary: “Why did I let him stay behind? Why did I not stop our retreat and drag him on board the Marauder and take him back with us? Why could I not convince him of our just cause and his mistake? Why did he not trust me?” Each thought about his brother was another stab in his heart and another crack in his armor.

He had always felt the most responsible for pretty much everything they did. Each training session when they were mere younglings. Each session in the tanks that would either accelerate their growth or heal the injuries sustained during arduous training sessions, each time they would undergo some new treatment that changed something inside of them and have them adjust to yet a new enhancement of their already existing abilities, he would feel responsible for their safety and the comfort they so needed because of the cold and the pains that surged through their still growing bodies.

When they were fully grown, they finished their training and were finally sent out on actual missions. That did not stop him from feeling responsible for them , it actually increased the sensation, the feelings that he had about his small family.

The last mission they had been on together, well, to him it felt as the greatest failure in his career. He gained a sister, though more and more each day she felt like a daughter but he also lost his brother and his self confidence was in shambles.

“ Why did I let him stay behind? Why did I not stop our retreat and drag him on board the Marauder and take him back with us? Why could I not convince him of our just cause and his mistake? Why did he not trust me?” Each thought about his brother was another stab in his heart and another crack in his armor.

But, he had to be strong, he had to put up a front for his remaining family and lead them back to safety. The pain and insecurities would have to wait for another time, right now he would have to show them he was still the strong and reliable brother, the leader, their sargeant.

Hunter gently shook his head as he left the fresher and moved to the cockpit where he found Tech and Wrecker in the pilot seats. Echo sitting behind them checking something on a pad while Omega was half asleep next to him, a blanket drawn around her and Lula securely tugged against her chest.

“What is our current situation Tech?” All back to being the unshakeable sergeant of the group, Hunter patted Tech shortly on the shoulder and moved to sit in his chair.

“We are currently in hyperspace and well on our way back to Ord Mantell. AZI is recharging under the supervision of Gonky, though I doubt Gonky will be of any use for this, it seems it has taken a liking to AZI for some reason. Omega has been warmed up as soon as she came on board and Echo has been wrapping her up in a blanket, keeping an eye on any sign of a cold or worse. Crosshair seems to have not been in contact with the Imperial fleet, though I am uncertain on whether or not there are working stations left on Kamino after the bombardment. Perhaps he still has a comm somewhere on him, but it must have been well hidden since we……”

Hunter stops his brother from explaining anything further by lifting his hand. “I will take Omega to her bunk, she will need her rest after being soaked as she has been. Warn me when we approach Ord Mantell.”

Carefully he picks up Omega and carries her towards her own private bunk. Looking down at her relaxed face and hearing the little snores that come from her slowly falling into a deeper sleep, Hunter feels some relief. At least she is safe and was aware that their lost brother did not forsake or hate her. Crosshair did show some of his oldest self by rescuing her and if anything, that was what Hunter would hold on to for the time being. Gently he lays her down in her own bed, Lula still tightly clenched against her chest, she appears to mumble something in the lines of mix and Wrecker and Crossbrotherlove. “ The wondrous mind of the inexperienced young. ”

He only hopes that she will not be forced to grow up too fast and will still be able to live in some relative peace, or what goes for peace when you're a wanted clone in an Imperial Galaxy.

Instead of moving back to his brothers, he decides to leave for their shared bunk space. “ Just a few minutes, that is all I need.”

His brothers, well aware of the stress and the self blame he is suffering under soon realize he did not come back from taking Omega to her bunk and instinctively know that he must have fallen asleep while trying to gather himself. Without even a word, they decide to let the man rest, if he wants to scold them for that later so be it, though he knows them well enough to understand where it came from.

When Hunter wakes up, he soon sees that he has been away for longer than just a few minutes. All in all he has fallen asleep and been asleep for well over thirty minutes. He rubs the sleep out of his eyes and gets back up from his bunk to make his way back to the cockpit. As he steps into the hull, he takes a minute to gather his thoughts when he hears Techs voice over the comms. “We are approaching Ord Mantell.”

Stepping back into the cockpit he notices Echo busy typing something on a datapad while Tech is preparing to land the Marauder and Wrecker is already standing up to wake Omega, they always celebrate their return with a helping of Mantell Mix and he will make sure that Omega is ready to grab a carton of their shared passion of the sweet and savory snack.

Silently slipping back into his seat, Hunter watches as his brothers all do their respective jobs. Tech, ever diligent in all his piloting tasks, does the work of two since Wrecker has gone to fetch their sister. Echo, no longer busy with his datapad appears to be busy with one of Tech's side projects while simultaneously checking the com signals. The entrance of Omega and Wrecker into the cockpit means they are all together again. Omega rubs her neck as she sits down and beams a smile at Hunter. “You slept well Omega?”

The young girl nods as she pulls up her legs and hugs her knees. “I think I dreamed of Kamino……. But it was not a bad dream, it was with AZI and when we first ate together in the mess hall.” Her grin tells Hunter that despite her young appearance, this girl is far stronger then she seems to any random outsider, a mistake that has been made by strangers in the past and one that would not be repeated by those who survived that encounter.

As the Marauder finally lands on Ord Mantell, Hunter decides to speak to them before disembarking. “Before we all leave for Cid`s …. I know there is a lot to talk about, to figure out. But before we even begin to make a start with planning our next move, take some time to relax and gather your thoughts. Work through everything we experienced up until now and decide on what you want us to do next. If you need anything, and I mean anything , come to me and tell me. If you want to talk, just talk, no matter what it is about. Just, promise me not to do anything rash.” With the last part he glances at Wrecker and Omega, knowing full well that they are the two most likely to come up with an idea and immediately act upon it.

They all nod at the words spoken by their brother. Each of them knows that he speaks from his heart and that he is the one suffering the most. If anyone would need someone to talk to, it would be him. Knowing Hunter though, that would not happen anytime soon, instead he would most likely already be working out a plan to reunite with their lost brother and carve out a little corner in the galaxy for themselves where they could remain in relative safety.

After disembarking the Marauder, each of the group went their own way. Hunter went straight for Cid`s, ordering a drink and sitting in a booth where he would take his time to gather his thoughts.

Tech, after having something to eat together with Echo, went straight back to the Marauder to work on repairs while Echo left for the market to gather some much needed supplies.

Wrecker and Omega went straight for the Mantel Mix vendor trying to keep some form of normalcy. On their way back they did not speak of all that had happened on Kamino and the aftermath, instead they made plans on buying something for Hunter to cheer him up.

Cid, noticing the way Hunter was nursing his drink sat down opposite of him. “So, wanna tell me what happened Bandana? You're not your usual dark and broody self, so for one time only, I am here to listen.” Pouring herself a drink she raises her glass at Hunter and gulps the drink down.

That evening, after everyone returned back to the Marauder for the night, they noticed Hunter was in a better mood than when they were on their way back to Ord Mantell. Whatever it was that happened in the time between returning to the planet and returning to the Marauder, it worked and now Hunter seemed back to his old self, ready to lead them into the fray of the galaxy and planning the return of their brother.

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#Hunter and the Bad Batch #Hunters musings after season finale #Musings of a Sargeant #tbb #TBB Fan Fic

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the-dragons-knight · 3 years

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FFXIV Write 2021

Prompt #9 - Cookie Monster

Friable - ‘easily crumbled’

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Finally. It had taken her hours to get the recipe just right and to mix all of the flavors correctly, but now Katsum finally had a fresh batch of sweet cinnamon apple cookies. It had been so long since she’d tasted one of them, let alone made them. Not since the days of her youth when she and her mother snuck into the kitchen to make them between meals to not be in the way of the cooks. The miqo’te smiled at the memories of their laughter as she went about setting them out on a nice platter and starting on brewing a fresh pot of tea.

She and Aymeric had been talking about their younger days the night before, of the things they remember, good memories and bad ones. When they spoke of some of their favorite treats as children, she spoke of these ‘Dragon Snaps’ as she had always called them as a child mainly because they shaped the dough into dragons before baking them. Aymeric had been very intrigued by her description and asked if they could make some to try, and so she’d taken it upon herself to surprise him with a treat when it came home from the Congregation.

Her ears perked as she suddenly heard the front door open and a velvety voice call out, “I’m home, my Katsum! By the Fury, what is that wonderful scent?”

“Just a moment, stay right there!” She turned with the hot kettle to set it on its stand on the table and spied the little dragon form of Midgardsormr reaching out for one of the cookies, “Hey! No touching!”

The grandfather of dragons turned to look at her with a pout, “Mine intention was to eat it, not just to touch it.”

“I'm aware of that, but those aren’t for you. I’ll let you have one after I bring Aymeric in. I baked them for him first,”

The dragon groaned, “Must I wait?”

Katsum stared down at him, “You may be thousands of years old, but yes, you can stand to wait but a few minutes. I won’t be long as they get rather crumbly when they get cold so just wait, please.”

Midgardsormr growled and plopped down on the table with a scowl, staring at the cookies as Katsum rolled her eyes and stepped out into the foyer. Briefly wiping her hands on her Ishgardian style gown, she smiled warmly as she turned the corner to meet with the sight of her tall raven-haired noble husband pulling on his housecoat as he smiled down at her. She closed the gap between them and stood on her tiptoes as he leaned down to her to kiss his lips sweetly, “Welcome home, Aymeric~”

He hummed and kissed her again, “Tis good to be home. Now, what is that lovely sweet smell? What have you been up to?”

She grinned, “Do you remember what we spoke of last night?”

He thought for a moment until realization hit him, “Of the tarts right? From your childhood? What was it you called them?”

“Dragon Snaps.”

“Yes! Dragon Snaps! You made some?”

“I did! Took me a while to remember the recipe but after some trial and error, I’ve got it written down and a fresh batch waiting for you in the kitchen with a fresh pot of tea,” She stepped back a little, taking his hand to encourage him to follow her, “Care to join me?”

“Absolutely! Of course!” He followed her into the kitchen, laughing as she tugged him along.

“It’s been so long since I had one myself, I’m so excited to—” Katsum froze in her steps as her mouth fell open at the sight of the little Dravanian sitting in the now-empty platter with a rather round belly, little crumbs covering his scales as he stuffed the last piece in his claws into his mouth, “Midgardsormr!!”

The little dragon looked over rather bored, though she could see the slightest hint of shame in his gaze, but it was very small, “I was…unable to stop myself…after the first…”

Katsum closed her eyes and covered her face with her hands, rubbing her forehead to try and keep herself from exploding, “It took me…hours to make those…”

She felt Aymeric’s hand on her shoulder and she looked up to try and apologize without tearing up at her ruined surprise, but the smile in his eyes and on his lips stopped her, “It’s quite alright, why don’t we make another batch together?”

She blinked in surprise before she sighed, “I used all the ingredients in my attempts though.”

“Do you have a list?”

“I do.”

“Alright, the markets are still open for a few more hours, so let's get a list together and I shall go and fetch them for us to make some more.”

Katsum thought for a moment before nodding, “Alright. It would be fun to spend some time with you in the kitchen too, but,” She glared at Midgardsormr, “You will be getting the ingredients. Fresh ones.”

“What makes thou believe I shall do as such, child?” He challenged as she rolled back onto his feet and struggled to get into the air again with his cookie-filled belly.

The woman’s tail swung around her dress skirt angrily as her ears flattened and Katsum stepped close to him and challenged him in return, “Because if you don’t, I won't make you any cookies at all again. Ever.”

That stunned the dragon into silence as they both glared at one another for a minute or two. The Lord Commander looked between the two of them silently until Midgardsormr sighed and nodded.

“Very well. I shall do as you ask.”

Katsum nodded and walked over to the counter and picked up her recipe she wrote down and took a scrap and wrote down the herbs, spices, and the specific types of apples she needed.

“I’ll work on getting the bowls ready to work with,” Aymeric said as he rolled up his sleeves with a smile and went about cleaning up the bowls she’d used before, “And it will be great fun baking these with you I think. And make them taste even more wonderful with the memory to go along with it.”

Katsum blushed at his words as she was caught off guard by them, shaking her head with a shy smile, “I probably should have waited to do it this way in the first place but I need to figure out the recipe. But thank you, Aymeric. I’m excited to bake them with you as well.”

He chuckled and nodded as she turned to Midgardsormr to hand him the list, “These can all be found in Dravania or the Mists as it's an old recipe from the colonies. They shouldn’t be hard to find.”

He took the piece of paper in his claws as he hovered in the air and looked it over, “Nay, not at all. I know where to find them all.” He bashfully huffed then, “And I am sorry I ate all of the cookies. They were…divine though.”

Katsum took a deep breath and shook her head, “It’s fine. We’ll call it even once you return with the herbs and apples.”

He shrugged as she turned to step back to the counter when he heard her whisper, “You are welcome also for getting you a baking date.”

The miqo’te hissed over her shoulder, “Don’t push it.”

The great Midgardsormr only chuckled deeply as his body was enveloped in a bright light and he disappeared, setting out on his gathering journey.

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rose-blooms-red · 3 years

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Significant Others/troopers under their command react to Edee's latest volley of obnoxious gifts :D

Did I start this 3 months ago? Yes. Did I also write over 2k of it Today? Also yes. Productivity is a Relative Term.

[read on ao3]

Fox twitches as he reads the clearly handmade voucher. Says, pleasant as anything, “I’m going to fucking murder him.”

Ponds hums, looking over Fox’s shoulder, “It’s sweet. Probably.”

Fox makes a noise in the back of his throat that isn’t entirely describable by any known language.

Does he still have that clock he found during that one shopping trip? The one with that awful fucking peach, mustard, and grey-blue combination that spat out an eeopie’s mating call every half hour? He’d been planning on saving it he remembers but—

“Telling you to take a break like that,” Ponds continues, like he can’t hear the way Fox’s higher reasoning is currently dying a slow painful death, “very considerate.”

Fox grits his teeth. Needs must, and Fox needs to crush the little fucker’s spirit thoroughly under heel. He’ll have to take it out of storage tomorrow.

“No.”

Ponds giggles, “I’m sure it’ll be entertaining at least.”

“Hondo,” Fox reiterates, digging his elbow back into Ponds’ stomach.

Ponds drapes himself over Fox’s back, knocks the side of his head against Fox’s, “As I said,” he simpers, “entertaining.”

Fox makes a disgusted sound, sneers down at the offending…. Gift.

‘All expense-paid cruise on the Hondo Ohkana ‘Sights of The Galaxy’ tour!!!!!!’ It proclaims in neon colours and excessive exclamation marks, ‘Very Romantic and Exciting!’

“When’s it say it’s good for?” Ponds asks, like he’s actually contemplating it.

“No.”

Ponds snatches the voucher out of his hands anyway, “Oh good! We aren’t busy that ten-day.”

Fox’s hand twitches, “I am not getting on a fucking ship with fucking Hondo Ohkana, Ponds.”

“Mhm, ‘course not Fox.” Ponds responds absentmindedly, pats his arm lightly in the way that means they are definitely getting on the fucking ship with fucking Hondo Ohkana, “We’ve got a ten-day to pack and get everything in order, that should be enough.” He nods to himself, breezes out of the room with a vague sense of purpose as he flits around the house, presumably for things to take on a ‘very romantic and exciting’ trip.

Fox is going to murder somebody, preferably Hondo, or Neyo.

He hears the sound of Ponds grabbing the DC-15A’s and he grimaces, ugh, time to find the fucking holdout blasters, those things haven’t been serviced in at least a ten-day, and he needs to check on the blaster packs for the DC-17’s. He can’t remember if he restocked the things after the last time he used them.

If they’re going on the fucking trip, they’re gonna be well fucking stocked.

(Fox manages not to murder Hondo, but it’s a very near fucking thing.

He does come back from the trip in a much better mood though, other than the twitch he’s developed from listening to Hondo all day. Ponds is annoyingly amused and smug about it. Fox ignores it, like he does every other fucking annoyance in his life.

He shuts down the talk of another trip like it happening any time in this fucking century before Ponds even opens his mouth to respond. Once was fucking enough thank you.)

__________

Colt closes his eyes, casts a net about his mind for a sliver of patience and finds his supply has dwindled something awful.

When he opens his eyes again both nuisance and potted plant are still there. Gree smiles winningly and Colt smells danger.

Or maybe he just smells the plant, because that is the thing overwhelming everything else right now. He glares down at it, it looks harmless, mostly, in it’s large pot but already Colt can hear the sounds of flies swarming around.

“That is not a houseplant,” Colt says, relatively tamely in his opinion, given that the overwhelming smell it emits is decay, “that is the type of plant one shoots and hopes doesn't survive the encounter.”

“It’s a very rare and endangered plant,” Gree lies, grin earnest and eyes bright with humour.

“It’s a pile of banthashit dressed up in vegitive form.”

“It’s an Amorphophallus titanum,” Gree corrects, “and it’s very rare, it’s one of the largest unbranched inflorescence in the galaxy that isn’t also carnivorous in any shape or form.”

Colt gives the plant a dubious look, “I’ll believe that when it doesn’t smell like it just ate and digested something.”

Gree shrugs, “It’s possible it’s a type of carrion flower…. but in the name of protecting it from extinction there’s no one I’d trust more than you.”

Colt twitches, he has no clue what a carrion flower is or how that accounts for the way it smells like Colt has a pile of corpses rotting away on his front step, but he does not like it at all.

The worst part is that he can’t actually tell whether this is Gree being serious or him pulling a shithead move. Because this is exactly the type of thing Gree would genuinely do and also the type of thing Gree would do just to fuck with him.

Behind him someone gags and Colt twitches.

“Fine,” he grits out, and Gree’s smile tries for sunshine and comes up partly cloudy and fully shiteating.

“Wonderful, thanks Colt.”

“Please leave.”

Gree laughs as he leaves and Colt closes the door with a sigh.

“It smells like someone died over there,” Blitz calls out and Colt groans.

“Really? I hadn’t noticed.”

Havoc sniggers, “It really does sir, we might have to keep the Little’s away for a few days, wouldn’t want one of ‘em puking.”

Colt winces, that image does enough to convince him of the necessity, the only thing that could be worse right now is over a dozen Little’s sicking up from the smell. “Might be for the best.”

Blitz hums, looking at the now closed door in interest, “How likely is it that he was pulling your leg?”

Colt slumps into his chair, “50/50” he admits and Blitz raises his eyebrows.

“That is almost more concerning. What the kriff did they put in your batch.”

“Mistakes,” Colt grumbles back. This is why he’s the oldest, he’s the only one in the entire batch who managed to wrangle any sense out of his tube and keep it all the way through.

Havoc laughs and Blitz snorts, then looks like he immediately regrets it, “Ugh, Colt your batch is full of sadists I’m not gonna get the smell out of my nose for weeks.”

“It’s probably seeped into the clothes at this point,” Havoc agrees and Colt groans.

(When Shaak comes home she takes one look at the plant and can’t seem to decide whether to grimace or smile.

“Apparently,” he drawls, “it’s a very endangered plant that’s been entrusted to my care.”

A burst of laughter ripples out into the room and Shaak smiles, hand covering her lips as her shoulders shake minutely, Colt forgets about the death plant for a second as he looks up at her, heart stopping for a moment in the split second it takes her to swallow her laughter back down and he wants nothing more than to pull that sound out from her again.

It takes him a minute to realize that at some point he’d started smiling. He can’t seem to stop it, but there are worse things to find himself unable to stop doing.

“It’s commonly known as a type of carrion flower,” she tells him finally, laughter lacing her tone, “otherwise known as a corpse flower for the smells they produce. It is not endangered, though there are those who agree that it might not be too much of a loss if it was.”

Colt groans. Shaak giggles and Colt finds himself forgetting for a second to plot his revenge.

Maybe Gree will get off a bit lighter this time, if only because Colt got to hear that bright laughter.

He hums, “Plant it far, far, far away from the house?” Shaak smiles, presses a kiss to his forehead.

“That, my dear Colt, sounds like a brilliant plan.”)

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Gree gives the box a look of suspicious distrust that makes Barriss giggle and Decker snicker.

It’s a big box, about the size of his torso and Gree has seen that bland, even smile too many times before to trust the contents of the box.

“Fox,” he warns and Fox’s grin goes sickeningly sweet.

“Gree, Baby Brother Dearest,” he drawls and Gree can hear the capital letters what the fuck, “I put my heart and soul into this you know, I’m hurt, really I am.”

That, Gree thinks sourly, is the worst load of banthashit he’s ever heard, and he’s had to listen to ‘scientific lectures’ given by people who read maybe one Edupad and then promptly forgot all of the information in the Edupad and decided whatever half-remembered thing left was Fact and Truth and refused to listen to Reason…. or sources and cited works.

Gree was very annoyed about that one, he’d put Effort into that paper thank you very much and he’d taken the class to learn things, not whatever that had been.

Fox wiggles the box in his hands around, expression pleasant and smile sharp.

Gree sighs. At least, he assures himself as he takes the box, it won’t be as bad as whatever happened after Fox and Ponds had come back from Neyo’s…… Gift.

Maybe.

The box is squishy. Boxes are not supposed to be squishy.

Gree has a Bad Feeling about this. He raises an eyebrow, Fox doesn’t even twitch.

Behind him Barriss is watching the exchange with wide, mirth filled eyes and a hand covering her mouth. Decker has long since lost the battle of keeping his snickering quiet and the rest of Gree’s so called loyal troopers of Green company watch with rapt attention.

He sighs again, loud and long-suffering, Fox’s smile never shrinks a shade less than serial killer pleased.

Gree unwraps the wrapping flimsi with ease, and then stares with distant horror at the plasti-cling underneath it. Not a box, no, plasti-cling.

It’s layered.

Gree twitches and reaches for one of his vibroblades.

“It’s very delicate,” Fox informs him, just as he gets the vibroblade out of it’s holder.

“Oh?” Gree asks, really quite pleasantly given the plasti-cling is so layered he can’t see a damn thing through it.

“Extremely,” Fox confirms, deadpan. Behind him Barriss giggles uncontrollably and Decker is flushed with laughter and gasping for air and the others aren’t much better.

“Do they always do this?” one of them whispers incredibly poorly, Gree twitches, Fox eyes him with that malicious amusement that cements his place as youngest forever in Gree’s head.

“Always,” Barriss whispers back, giggling still and Gree’s heart warms for a second before his impending humiliation via gift settles in again.

“I knew the Commander wasn’t only, you know, learny, but I always thought he was sane.”

“Oh he’s sane,” Cooker reassures, “far as we can tell their entire batch is just, Like That.”

“But this is Torrent lev—” Fox’s face gives an unpleasant twitch that Gree sympathizes with.

Torrent, ugh.

“Shhhh,” the rest of Green hisses and Barriss hides her head in her hands as she laughs.

“We don’t compare them to Torrent, makes them touchy,” Draa mutters, as if he isn't half the reason Gree goes into interactions with Torrent prepared to have engineering go on another crazed building spree. He has a hunch that they feed on each other, the engineers, and it's their own special kind of crazy that Gree is half fascinated by and half resigned to.

“My point stands.”

Gree grits his teeth, narrows his eyes at Green Company as a whole to no avail, turns a raised eyebrow to Barriss in a last attempt at gaining control of a situation he’d lost all hold over the moment Fox had walked up to him with a ‘gift from the bottom of my heart, Gree’.

His cold dead heart maybe. Gree is plotting his revenge already.

He puts the blade back with mechanical motions, feels around for the beginning of the despised plasti-cling, seriously who made it Gree has complaints for them, and begins the arduous task of unwrapping it all.

Who let Fox have this much plasti-cling.

(Over 10 hours of nonstop focus later the last of the plasti-cling has finally been ripped away and Gree stares at the new puzzle cube. Ugly and about the size of his palm. Much, much smaller than the wrapping he’d been given, nearly the size of his torso.

Gree makes a strangled sound that he will forever deny, Draa.

The plasti-cling sits around him tauntingly, viciously victorious in all it’s piled glory.

It takes 3 days for Green Company to stop laughing about it. It does not take 3 days for them to stop sharing the holopics and vids they took, that takes much longer.

Barriss is Gree’s favourite now, everyone else is awful and everything they say is lies, and Fox has been demoted to all the way to being the baby.)

__________

Neyo tilts his head, grin bordering manic, “That, is the ugliest piece of garbage I’ve ever seen.”

Colt smiles, “It’s high class art.”

“It looks like someone took cans of paint and dumped them on the nearest patch of dirt they found.”

“The texture adds value.”

“It’s chunks of dirt and grass.” Neyo hisses in delighted outrage.

Colt waves a hand, voice disinterested and all ‘above all this nonsense’ like, “Very classy. Made with only the best of intentions.”

Neyo giggles, “It looks like actual manure, I hate it.”

“I got it just for you,” Colt simpers, like the little shit no one ever believes he is, “I saw it and just knew you’d connect to it.”

Neyo cackles, “This is awful, you’re awful, I’m hanging it on the wall and telling everyone you painted it.”

Colt raises an eyebrow, “No one will believe you.”

He’s right, it’s awful. Neyo pouts, “I could convince them.”

No he can’t, but that’s besides the point.

Colt hums, “mhm, I’m sure you could kih’vod.”

Neyo flicks at Colt’s wrist and wilts, “This is harassment.”

“Whatever you say Ney’ika.”

“You’re a bully.”

“Mhm.”

“I can’t believe anyone thinks you’re responsible.”

“That is because I am.” Colt says, putting Neyo in a headlock, they both ignore the way Neyo tenses up for a fraction of a second before he relaxes, sulks, digging his elbow into Colt’s side.

It’s the first time Colt has given him such a blatantly awful gift. Neyo cackles and something shakes loose in his chest. His throat feels grossly tight and the stupid shitty canvas covered in dirt and paint sits leaning against the wall innocently.

Colt makes the same even face he uses on the Little’s when they’re being hilarious and he can’t afford to tell them or when he’s about to say something completely karking stupid because no matter how much he likes to tell everyone he’s the oldest he totally isn’t.

Neyo slips out of the headlock, giggles through the knot in his throat and rolls his eyes.

“You’re deluding yourself and everyone around you.” he tells Colt. Colt has only ever been responsible by necessity, and never once in all of Neyo’s memories of him, has he been anything less than an absolute shithead just like the rest of them when there was no necessity.

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

“I’m not arguing with you like a first-cycle.”

“Are too.”

“Neyo.”

“You’re the one who gave me the shitty painting.”

“It’s high class art you bastard.”

Neyo preens, “Thank you, still the worst thing I’ve ever seen though. Might hang it up in the front room, just to really bring it all together.”

Colt sighs, aggrieved. Neyo has no sympathy for him, really if you’re gonna play the game you gotta be in it to win it. It’s not Neyo’s fault that the trashy, awful, horrible dirt, grass, paint mixture splattered onto canvas happens to be horrifyingly tasteless. Neyo loves it. It’s gonna make Fox so mad.

(“Neyo,” Vaughn asks, staring at the wall, “why is there a, what even is that, dirt? On canvas?”

Neyo straightens up, grins wide, “Colt painted it. Out of the love in his heart and the limited talents he was decanted with.”

Vaughn raises an eyebrow, “That’s lovely and everything, why is it hanging in our front room.”

“It is horrifically awful and I love it and Fox and Ponds are coming over tomorrow.”

Vaughn laughs.

The next day, Ponds takes one look at it and giggles, “Fox, Fox come here, you’re gonna hate it.”

Fox takes one look at it and walks right back out of the house, Neyo cackles the entire time.)

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