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[theyanderespecialist]

Memberships Are HERE!!! (JOIN THE MUFFIN ARMY, OR NOM) #muffinarmy 

[kitty-mactabbysh]

I mentioned this once so have a thee

Flight pilot and co-pilot GhostSoap AU.

Ghost's messing around and saying the stupidest things while they wait for the appointed time to take off and Soap just won't stop laughing.

Ghost: Alright, all passengers with destination to Wankerville please fasten your seatbelts and hold tight because this will be a long trip. In case of a turbulence you've got no need to worry about a fucking thing, because I'm pretty sure my co-pilot still remembers how to fly this thing.

Soap, who's laughing his ass off suddenly stops: ...Simon?

Ghost: Yeah?

Soap: I think this thing was on.

Ghost: ...The whole time?

Soap: *slowly nods*

The passengers who have been listening to this stupidity for the past half an hour:

[talesfrommedinastation]

To the stupid cow who mocked my dead veteran uncle's picture

He, along with a massive amount of his family's medals, diaries, and personal photographs from the Pacific Theater, are going to be on display in a new exhibit in The National World War II Museum in New Orleans.

(source National WWII Museum website)

The rest of the pictures we donated from his immediate family are curated and kept as a permanent part of the museum's collections.

INCLUDING THE PICTURE YOU MADE FUN OF.

Eat every dick invented.

[frombookstoretobookstore]

Call Sign: Half Caff : Part One

(Alright I’m new to writing please don’t judge me. I HAD to start writing because of The Pitt. Mild spoilers if you haven’t finished the show)

TW: reader is attacked at the end. I had to make it dramatic sorry.

Part Two : Masterlist

She’s putting almost all of her focus into refilling her coffee mug, she hardly notices him entering the small cafe. It isn’t until he plops his travel mug onto the counter before her that she looks up from staring at the precious coffee falling into her mug. She raises an eyebrow at him as she sets her mug down and holds her hand out for his.

“Evening Half Caff.” He smirks, using his call sign for her. Her short stature and reliance on caffeine had only caused him to double down on the nickname. When she had first protested it.

She only grunts as she fills his mug from the coffee pot sitting on the edge of the counter. She hands it off to him as she grabs a tray of various baked goods sitting on top of the espresso machine and he follows her as she moves to set them up at the folding table that’s dragged out for these meetings.

Every Thursday night the local coffee shop closes its doors to customers and opens it for the local Veteran’s Affair office. One a week, veterans of all ages and branches gather. Part of the night is devoted to mingling, friends old and new talking about their week. The second part of the night has a darker hue. Chairs are dragged to the middle of the shop and set up in a circle. It reminds y/n of an alcoholics anonymous meeting: everyone sharing the tragedies they’ve witnessed, the fellow comrades they’ve lost both overseas and at home, and the struggle of integrating back into civilian life after having been in some of the toughest conditions the world has to offer.

It’s how her and Jack met. Not that she’d ever seen combat or boot camp. Not in terms of military service at least. After struggling with her mental health, her therapist had recommended volunteer work, something routine and low stakes that wasn’t another job. She’d offered to donate her time to her local coffee shop, setting up and taking down for group activities twice a week. A book club on Tuesdays, and the veteran meetings on Thursdays. She’d often help set up and take down for special events the café held; like when the middle school’s theater club had asked to borrow the space for brainstorming set design.

Jack’s eyebrows furrow as he looks at her, noting her usual cheery appearance gone and replaced with sharp sarcasm and deflection.

“Not enough caffeine?” He asks her, noting her usual grace being replaced with something that resembles stomping.

“You’ve got another one tonight. Blue sweatshirt on your six.” She nods over to where a newcomer has caught one of the older vets in conversation.

“Oh no. That’ll be the third one this month.” Jack groans as he notices the cocky behavior of the kid who must only be twenty. His army buzz haircut still fresh. He leans against the wall next to the table. Trying to hide his smirk behind his cup as she continues to grumble while setting out more muffins and scones next to the containers of coffee.

They referred to these kind of people as “OMBs” or ‘one-month babies’. These individuals got the wrong idea of war from obsessing over army video games as young kids and teenagers. Often coming from heavy right leaning families, these individuals joined the numerous branches of armed service not to serve their country, but to fuel their ego. These meetings had been hosts to numerous individuals who were more upset that they hadn’t had the chance to shoot someone, than they were over the small stipend they received once back on US soil.

“How bad?” Jack said, turning to her as she braces her hands on the table. She winces and sighs.

“Three weeks on a German base as custodial. I think boot camp has been the hardest thing he’s been through.” She turns and crosses her arms, glaring at the back of the kid.

“So, nothing compared to the rest of these guys.” He smiles and raises his coffee mug as a familiar army buddy of his passes to grab a seat.

“Oh, my fucking god.” She hisses though gritted teeth. Jack winces as he watches the kid toss a muffin wrapper on the floor as he continues talking, the two vets he’s dragged into conversation raise their eyebrows and share a look.

“Damn, if I didn’t work, I’d take you to dinner tonight to make up for his bullshit.” She laughs at his joke. They’ve made this joke for months; often joking about getting dinner after the meetings despite Jack working the nightshift at the hospital just down the road. Y/n gives him a once over, secretly enjoying the way Jack’s black scrubs look, his white badge a stark contrast to the rest of his outfit.

“Hit him with the one two guilt trip.” She all but sneers, causing Jack to laugh into his mug. He holds it out and she refills it.

“That bad huh?” He turns to her with a smile, she smirks up at him.

“He called me ‘coffee girl’. If you don’t take it off, I’m ripping it off and throwing it at him after a fat knuckle sandwich.”

“Alright easy Half Caff, go read your book behind the register and I’ll see what I can do.” He bumps her with his shoulder as he shoots her a smile and makes his way to gather with everyone else in the middle of the dining area.

The meeting starts as they usually do. Jeremy, a navy veteran who did two tours, opens the conversation with his usual story. How he lost three of his friends overseas to violence, and one here in the states as they succumbed to their PTSD and trauma.

Jack shoots a look over to y/n behind the register as the new kid, Ben, immediately starts a rant about how more violence is needed. Jack starts to see red as Ben goes on about using violence to thwart foreign governments and the need for additional troops to bring down resistance to US soldiers. 

Jack leans forward in his chair, rubbing at his calf. He interrupts Ben, “What’s the worst thing you saw while over there in Germany?” He doesn’t look up to see Ben’s reaction as he rolls his pant leg up slowly.

When he’s met with silence he looks up and finds the new kid staring at his leg as Jack slowly removes his prosthetic. He massages the spot where his mid-calf and the prosthetic rub, an irritant he knows will never go away. The new kid only opens and closes his mouth like a fish.

“That bad huh?” Jeremy says, covering a small laugh with a cough as he catches on to what Jack is doing. Ben clears his throat and looks away as Jack replaces the prosthetic, offering the kid a small smile. Another vet launches into a story on his struggles reintegrating into civilian life, having only been back from Iraq for two weeks. 

Jack glances back to the register where y/n offers a small smirk and mouths ‘thank you’ to him, he nods. He’s thankful for her, not many civilians understand the struggles of coming back, of facing the music. She’s dealt with OMBs almost as much as he has, something he struggles to accept. He often brings these individuals up to his therapist. How can someone who got so lucky in their overseas assignment get so angry they didn’t see the true horrors of war?

The meeting wraps up and he stands to stretch his back. He makes his way back to y/n for one last top off on his coffee mug. She fills his mug over the register and smiles.

“Be safe Lance Corporal.” She says with a smirk, he smiles. She often throws out whatever army rank she can remember when referring to him. Something he’s sure is payback for her Half Caff nickname. Something he considers her callsign.

“Always am Half Caff. See you next Thursday.” He secures the lid on his travel mug and raises it in thanks. He leaves the café and turns right, making his way towards the hospital to relieve the day shift workers.

She chuckles and shakes her head as he leaves. She begins to busy herself with clean up, gladly accepting help from Jeremy as she and the café owner, GiGi, start to put everything back into its rightful place.

Sometime later, the café is back to normal, chairs and tables back to their places, dishes washed, and coffee mugs stacked neatly and ready for the following morning rush.

“Can you grab the trash? I’ll take out the recycling in a bit before I lock up.” GiGi says, sweeping her hair out of her face as she jots down notes for the morning crew.

“On it!” Y/n calls as she grabs one of the bags and swings the other over her shoulder, backing into the back room to toss the garbage out into the dumpsters of the back alley. 

She’s too busy making a to-do list in her head to see it coming. She tosses one bag into the open dumpster from the top of the small staircase and is about to throw the other when she’s grabbed from behind and wrenched into the guardrails.

She groans as she’s thrown down the rest of the stairs, a well-aimed punch lands on her jaw, and she sees white as the pain burns through her body. She’s so out of it she barely feels the two kicks bash her ribs in, her breath becoming ragged.

She gasps on the ground, gravel digging into her side and cutting her face. Her vision swims as she sees the quickly receding footsteps as whoever attacked her runs off. She wheezes, her mouth gaping as she tries to call for help.

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Idk, y'all want part two?

[devilish-cherry]

gojo relationship headcanons ♡

ᨳ♡₊➳ gojo x reader

ᨳ♡₊➳ crack, fluff

ᨳ♡₊➳ my other works

ᨳ♡₊➳ a/n: poll results are in and everyone's favorite menace won. i had the absolute best time writing these lmao i hope you all enjoy, and thank you to everyone who voted in the poll! also this is my 100th post which is wild. thank you all for sticking around while i post unhinged feelings about fictional men 🩵

₊⊹. gojo is the type to yell your name dramatically across crowded places just to wave enthusiastically and point at you like you're a celebrity. strangers stare. you die inside.

₊⊹. whenever you call him 'satoru' in a serious tone, he immediately gets suspicious. "who died? are we fighting? did i leave the stove on? wait. did nanami finally snap?"

₊⊹. you once jokingly said you could never date a guy who doesn't cry at movies. gojo, offended by the insinuation, forces himself to cry watching finding nemo. he's sobbing. ugly sobbing. "he misplaced his son..." he croaks, wiping a tear with a stray kit kat wrapper.

₊⊹. gojo's love language is physical touch. if you're not touching, he will fix that immediately. sits on your lap. leans over your shoulder. once nuzzled into your side and muttered, "i have to recharge. you're my emotional powerbank."

₊⊹. he once got jealous of your dog. your dog. "he gets cuddles all day and i get, what? a single forehead kiss? this is rigged."

₊⊹. gojo is physically incapable of passing an arcade without trying to win you a stuffed animal. you now have an army of plushies he insists are your "children" complete with backstories and family drama.

₊⊹. if you leave your phone unattended, you'll return to find dozens of extremely zoomed-in selfies of him making dumb faces saved on your phone. "you're welcome for the new wallpaper."

₊⊹. if he notices you're tired, he immediately insists on carrying you bridal style. doesn't matter if you're in public, grocery shopping, or in the middle of crossing the street.

₊⊹. he routinely calls you ridiculous pet names just to embarrass you in public. expect gems like "my precious cinnamon bun," "divine snuggle muffin," or simply "sweetest bean of my life." when strangers stare, he just winks at you and whispers loudly, "they just wish they had what we have."

₊⊹. gojo insists on celebrating absurd anniversaries, like "three months since we first shared a spoon."

₊⊹. you forgot to text him good morning one time. one time. that day, he texted you, "Feeling ugly and unblessed. Might perish. Hope you're well."

₊⊹. he leaves sticky notes everywhere, from your fridge to your bathroom mirror, filled with overly flattering comments and crude doodles of himself crowned king.

₊⊹. gojo genuinely believes every single minor inconvenience you experience is an attack on his person. the coffee machine breaks? obviously the work of a cursed spirit. traffic jam? definitely a conspiracy by the higher-ups.

₊⊹. he sends you photos from random places captioned "Thinking of you. <3" you'll open your phone to see a zoomed-in pic of a traffic cone. or a pigeon. or nanami with a blurry rage face in the background.

₊⊹. gojo is touchy. like, casually-throws-an-arm-around-your-shoulders-and-slowly-morphs-into-a-koala levels of clingy. you've had full conversations while he was literally hanging off your back like a six-foot toddler.

₊⊹. he genuinely sulks if you laugh harder at someone else's joke, muttering dramatically, "guess i'll just retire now. comedy career over."

₊⊹. he casually gives you extravagant gifts with absurd reasoning. "here's a diamond-encrusted pen. because you scribbled a heart on a napkin once."

₊⊹. when you compliment him in public, he always loudly gasps like a scandalized debutante. "oh my god, stop! you're going to make me blush. you're embarrassing me in front of my adoring fans!" the fans in question are confused bystanders and one traumatized child.

₊⊹. when you're sad, he gets oddly quiet. he sits beside you and lets you lean into him. no jokes. just warm silence and the occasional thumb stroke over your hand. he doesn't need to say much. you know he's there. always.

₊⊹. he will purposely steal your spot on the couch then dramatically offer it back as a grand romantic gesture.

₊⊹. one time, gojo accidentally sent a ridiculous lovey-dovey text intended for you to nanami. he still hasn't recovered from nanami's deadpan, "Wrong person. And seek help."

₊⊹. whenever he cooks, it's either a michelin star worthy masterpiece or a fire hazard waiting to happen. he proudly calls it "experimental cooking."

₊⊹. if you're walking together and someone hits on you, gojo will not play it cool. he'll put both arms around you like a scarf and start loudly talking about your shared bank account and imaginary child.

₊⊹. once, gojo woke you up at 3 a.m. because he had a dream you cheated on him. "it wasn't even real, and i'm still emotionally wounded. comfort me. pet my hair."

₊⊹. he claims he can "feel when you're sad" from miles away. you once tested this by sighing loudly into your tea, and approximately 4.3 seconds later, he burst through the window like a disney prince on crack.

₊⊹. you caught him talking to himself in the mirror. not just talking. arguing. "no, you're too powerful and sexy. stop it. no you stop—" you walk in. you both freeze. "...this is a private moment," he says. you never speak of it again.

₊⊹. he thinks you're the funniest person alive. you told one mildly decent joke at a party. he laughed for five minutes. cackling. wheezing. nearly crying. everyone else was confused. "i'm dating a comedian," he gasped, holding his stomach. he references the joke in random conversations like it's a cultural landmark.

₊⊹. despite his eccentric behavior, gojo quietly cherishes every moment with you. behind closed doors, away from prying eyes, he softly whispers, "you might just be the best thing that's ever happened to me."

[razorblade180]

Actor AU6

Ruby:You know what’s funny about filming a movie where you’re aged up? *steps aside*

Summer:*in DC costume* Sup.

Ruby:I wonder how many people are going to notice the difference.

Summer:They’ll know it’s me when the acting improves.

Ruby:Wow!

xxxxxxx

Blake:Excuse me ma’am. Where’s the bathroom?

Yang:Oh it’s just…*flexes bicep* That way to the left.

Blake:Haha, why thank you.

Yang:There’s also one to the…*flexes tricep* right over here.

Nora:Stop it before you pull something you dork.

xxxxxx

Interviewer: So, Yang Xiao Long, fans have noticed you got a few gains for this movie.

Yang:Yep! Never again haha!

Interviewer:What? Why not.

Weiss:She was such a baby off set.

Yang:Mad respect for personal trainers and gym enthusiasts. I like to feel a burn but I missed my arms not being sore. Adam would literally be nice enough to make me oatmeal and I’d just look at sadly because I don’t want to lift the spoon.

Interviewer:Was it as painful for the rest of you?

Blake:I actually think I like protein shakes now and that’s deeply upsetting.

Weiss:I’ve always lived the gym life. They wanted more squats so I gave them more squats.

xxxxxx

Ruby:*sitting sadly*

Superman:*sits beside her* It seems you have a lot on your mind?

Ruby:A lot has changed since we last met; big changes. Atlas fell, my sister and I got into a fight, now we’re here and…Jessica keeps asking about Jaune.

Superman:*tucks lips in* Mmhmm..

Ruby:Like…damn bitch, it was adventure. Let it go.

Crew laughing in the background

Ruby:I got dozens with this guy. Get in line!

xxxxxx

Ozpin:*swinging cane*

Ruby:*getting beaten*

Jessica:*off screen*…I’m actually the director on this episode.

Ruby:*having a panic attack*

Jessica:I wish I was joking. I needed the experience.

xxxxxx

Blake:Guys, I think I know where we are.

Beautiful wide panning shot

Blake:…I think we’re in Candy Land~

Weiss:Fuck ooooffff. *covers face* That was so random! Ahaha!

Yang:Honestly falling from your world into Candy Land sounds more terrifying than a place like Wonderland.

Bloop!

Blake:I think we’re in Wonderland.

Director Roman:Ever After…

Blake:*nods*…I said that so confidently to. Holy hell…

xxxxxx

Jaune:Today I met a little girl who was a RWBY fan. She asked me if there was any way to come back stage to pet Juniper. *bites muffin* I couldn’t tell her that Juniper was a prop.

Neo:So what did you say?

Jaune:I told her I actually don’t get to see him either. Now both of our days are ruined. This job is cruel.

xxxxxx

Pyrrha:Sup guys. It’s me, here to traumatize you again. *flips camera*

Penny:I’m here for the kill assist.

Pyrrha:You think we’ll be in final episode somehow?

Penny:Oh absolutely. I signed up for the role of “Ruby’s friend” and somehow landed “ghost of the narrative” by mistake.

Pyrrha:Saaame! Funny how that works out.

xxxxxx

Weiss:Where are Blake and Yang?

Jaune:Must’ve had bigger things to work out.

Meanwhile on storming bridge

Yang:Bl- what the!?

Adam:*draws sword* THIS ONE IS FOR ALL THE MARBLES!!

Blake:Sorry! The more I tried to not of the worst situation, the harder it got!

Yang:…*looks at camera* Can we keep this?

Roman:No.

Yang:But I want another cool fight!

xxxxxx

Oscar:*getting makeup done*

Penny:Ready to die on screen?

Oscar:Yeah. I took notes from the best.

Penny:So you’ve been looking at me?

Oscar:Whenever I can.

Penny:*giggles*

Coco:Hold still and stop flirting!

xxxxxx

Jabberwok:*crumbles into Neo*

Neo:*finger guns*…..*makes Adam*

Blake:Oh my gooood!

Yang:*grinning* THIS ONE IS FOR ALL THE MARBLES!

Adam:JUST WHAT I WANTED TO HEAR! FACE MEEEEE!

Ruby:At this point you should just put him at the tea party.

Nora:You don’t even canonically know him!

Ruby:But it would be hilarious!

Weiss:What kills me is an army of Adams would probably be more effective than the Jabberwoks.

xxxxx

Ruby:*in a bat suit* This is the secret life option the blacksmith didn’t want to reveal.

Weiss:Ruby calls on quits and chooses Gotham over Remnant.

Blake:Willingly going to Gotham City is crazy. Life is not that bad.

Ruby:I don’t wanna take this off.

[disneytva]

JUNE 2025 PROGRAMMING HIGHLIGHTS

Wednesday, June 4 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Jr. and Disney Channel Pupstruction “A Present for PawPaw/Petsburg Falls” (2-11) (7:00-7:30 a.m. EDT on Disney Jr./7:30-8:00 a.m. EDT on Disney Channel) “A Present for PawPaw” – Harry wants to help Pupstruction build PawPaw a great Father’s Day gift. *Craig T. Nelson (“The Incredibles”) guest stars as PawPaw.

“Petsburg Falls” – Bailey and her classmates are excited for their first class trip, but a broken road stands in their way. TV-Y

Thursday, June 5 Original Series – Season Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Phineas and Ferb “Summer Block Buster/Cloud With a Chance of Mom” (5-01) (8:00-8:30 p.m. EDT) “Summer Block Buster” – The boys decide to ramp up their local summer block party with supersized attractions.

“Cloud With a Chance of Mom” – The kids work to save Mom after she is hit by Doof’s inator. TV-G

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Phineas and Ferb “Submarine Sandwich Submarine/License to Bust” (5-02) (8:30-9:00 p.m. EDT) “Submarine Sandwich Submarine” – The kids build a giant submarine sandwich submarine while Doof steals food.

“License to Bust” – Candace tries to bust the boys while taking her driving test, and Doof causes chaos in traffic. TV-G

Friday, June 6 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Jr. and Disney Channel RoboGobo “No Platypus Like Home/Roller Rink Rumble” (1-19) (8:00-8:30 a.m. EDT on Disney Jr./9:00-9:30 a.m. EDT on Disney Channel) “No Platypus Like Home” – RoboGobo and Park Ranger Pep help a platypus find a home.

“Roller Rink Rumble” – When Mönkey Wrënch causes trouble at the roller rink, team RoboGobo must rescue a hamster in a runaway hamster ball. TV-Y

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Jr. and Disney Channel Disney Jr.’s Ariel “Picture Perfect Father’s Day/Tantie’s Day” (1-25) (9:00-9:30 a.m. EDT on Disney Jr./10:00-10:30 a.m. EDT on Disney Channel) “Picture Perfect Father’s Day” – Ariel struggles with a Father’s Day gift idea for Triton.

“Tantie’s Day” – Ariel and her sisters want to celebrate a very special Tantie’s Day by doing nice things for Ursula. TV-Y

Saturday, June 7 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Big City Greens “Chip’s Revenge” (4-21) (8:00-8:30 a.m. EDT) Chip enacts his ultimate revenge plan by framing the Green family for ruining Big City and turning everyone against them. TV-Y7

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Kiff “Spoiled Again/Much Ado About Muffin” (2-11) (10:00-10:30 a.m. EDT) “Spoiled Again” – Kiff attempts to avoid spoilers while she finishes a popular book series.

“Much Ado About Muffin” – Kiff and Barry help Helen with her new healthy muffin business. TV-Y7

Saturday, June 14 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Big City Greens “Charity Case/Like Father” (4-22) (8:00-8:30 a.m. EDT) “Charity Case” – When Tilly sees a manipulative ad, she goes to extremes to save all moths.

“Like Father” – After spending a week with Bill, Cricket fears he’s infected with “Billness.” TV-Y7

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Phineas and Ferb “Dry Another Day/Deconstructing Doof” (5-03) (9:00-9:30 p.m. EDT) “Dry Another Day” – The boys build an endless ice luge to beat the heat while Doof brings oil to a waterpark.

“Deconstructing Doof” – Candace and Doof see the same psychologist, who thinks their experiences may be connected. TV-G

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Phineas and Ferb “Tropey McTropeFace/Biblio-Blast!” (5-04) (9:30-10:00 p.m. EDT) “Tropey McTropeFace” – The boys build a giant zoetrope that goes on an adventure of its own.

“Biblio-Blast!” – The kids build a massive bookcase that gets attacked by an army of Doof-plants. TV-G

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Kiff “Arrested Dehelenment/Here Comes The Wedding Episode” (2-12) (10:00-10:30 a.m. EDT) “Arrested Dehelenment” – Kiff and Barry try to help Helen when she loses her magic.

“Here Comes The Wedding Episode” – The Chatterleys get roped into planning a wedding for their annoying neighbor, The Pone. TV-Y7

Friday, June 20 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Jr. and Disney Channel SuperKitties “Purr N Go Rescue/Peanut Butter Problem” (2-20) (7:30-8:00 a.m. EDT on Disney Jr./8:00-8:30 a.m. EDT on Disney Channel) “Purr N Go Rescue” – The SuperKitties switch powers with each other.

“Peanut Butter Problem” – Ginny and Mr. Puppypaws get stuck in the peanut butter factory. TV-Y

Saturday, June 21 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Big City Greens “Locked In/City Wayne” (4-23) (8:00-8:30 a.m. EDT) “Locked In” – When Cricket and Tilly make a bad first impression, they forget who they truly are.

“City Wayne” – Cricket and Tilly take Wayne on a tour of Big City so he can experience true excitement. TV-Y7

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Phineas and Ferb “A Chip to the Vet/More Than an Intern” (5-05) (9:00-9:30 p.m. EDT) “A Chip to the Vet” – The boys bring Perry to the vet for a checkup and build a pet wash while they wait.

“More Than an Intern” – Carl tries to help Perry stop Doof while working three other part-time jobs. TV-G

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Phineas and Ferb “The Aurora Perry-Alis/Lord of the Firesides” (5-06) (9:30-10:00 p.m. EDT) “The Aurora Perry-Alis” – The Flynn-Fletchers take a cruise while Doof steals shrunken goods.

“Lord of the Firesides” – Isabella struggles to lead the Fireside Girls on her own while Doof renews his evil business license. TV-G

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Kiff “Rock Kick/The Macaroni Affair” (2-13) (10:00-10:30 a.m. EDT) “Rock Kick” – Kiff and Barry try to kick a rock all the way home.

“The Macaroni Affair” – Kiff and Barry go to school on a Saturday. TV-Y7

Saturday, June 28 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Big City Greens “Saxon Saxability/Remy Dillemy” (4-24) (8:00-8:30 a.m. EDT) “Saxon Saxability” – Tilly gets caught up in the world of make-believe when she sets out to help Saxon find true love.

“Remy Dillemy” – Remy’s parents try to build a stronger relationship with their son. TV-Y7

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Phineas and Ferb “The Candace Suit/Agent T (for Teen)” (5-07) (9:00-9:30 p.m. EDT) “The Candace Suit” – Candace puts Mom in a Candace costume in hopes that she’ll finally see the boys’ invention.

“Agent T (for Teen)” – Stacy takes on an agent role with OWCA to rescue Perry from some evil scientists. TV-G

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Phineas and Ferb “The Haberdasher/Out of Character” (5-08) (9:30-10:00 p.m. EDT) “The Haberdasher” – After Doof turns into a Mothman and eats Perry’s hat, they pay a visit to the OWCA Haberdasher.

“Out of Character” – The boys build a space adventure film set to help Baljeet learn to act. TV-G

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Kiff “Kiff and Barry Save Halfway There Day” (2-14) (10:00-10:30 a.m. EDT) Kiff and Barry go on a wild adventure outside of Table Town to save Halfway There Day! TV-Y7

[theyanderespecialist]

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[kaliforniahigh]

Starting to date Noah and sneakily avoiding any food related get togethers or saying you aren't hungry all the time. Redirecting date ideas to something unrelated to food. Texting with him and telling him that you aren't hungry even though he knows you only had a coffee and a muffin today. Thinking he doesn't notice because he's a guy after all. Little do you know that he's asked the guys if they have noticed how you never eat around them. Maybe he notices a calorie tracker on your phone. After he confronts you, he learns that you're extremely uncomfortable eating in front of people, in public especially, because ex's have made comments about your weight. Never being completely comfortable eating around people but he likes to leave you little premade snacks and seeing the empty container makes him feel better.

Honestly I'm terrible for having a single coffee a day, eating maybe 3 times a week. Mostly I'm just busy but there is always a little voice in my head saying that I haven't burned enough calories to be eating anything.

Thank you for trusting me with this request <3 Please seek help if you need to, we care about you and we want to see you happy and healthy!

Warnings: this story deals with eating disorder and a toxic relationship (not with Noah), hospitals and fat-shaming comments directed at reader.

Requests are closed for now.

WC: 2.3k

"You're not putting that in the cart", you heard a voice behind you.

You usually skipped the junk food isles whenever you went to the grocery store. You didn't know why you stopped this time, but you were hoping he wouldn't find you. It was just your luck that your boyfriend showed up right behind you as you grabbed a package of Oreos.

"I wasn't going to, was just looking at it", you put the Oreos back on the shelf.

"Those have around 471 calories, we don't need that going into your body", he told you as he grabbed a pack of KitKats and dropped in the cart. You wanted to tell him those have 518 calories, but you kept your mouth shut.

It was always like this, he could eat whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, but deprived you of the basic pleasures of life, like eating an Oreo for dessert.

You rarely went out to eat, him telling you that restaurants didn't use good quality ingredients, therefore, the food wasn't healthy and there was too much grease. Instead, you stayed wholed up in your house, eating whatever bland food he made for you.

Even now, a year after ending this relationship, you still held on to some habits, like checking the calories on things before you bought them and avoid eating fried food. But eating in front of people was the habit that was the hardest to let go of. You knew they most likely didn't give a shit or didn't even pay attention to you, but you couldn't help but feel their eyes on you, judging how much you could eat.

You hated the person he made you become. You were never like this as a kid. Your parents always made you feel comfortable in your own skin. Family gatherings always consisted of a lot of food, made and assembled on the table with love and care by your family members. And you weren't shy about eating and tasting all of it.

Now, you couldn't fathom the though of eating a whole burger by yourself.

That's why when you met Noah and his friends, you felt such whiplash from the behavior patterns you were used to in your last relationship.

You soon noticed that when they ordered food, they ordered food for real. They were a big group of people, but still, it looked like the amount of food could feed an army. You could always get away without eating in these social gatherings, everyone was so focused on their own food and conversations that they didn't even notice you not eating.

When Noah asked you out on your fist date, you specifically told him to not take you out to eat at a restaurant. You made up a lie about you having a lot of food allergies. So he took you to the Santa Monica pier, that way, you could choose whatever you wanted to eat.

You popped a couple of popcorns in your mouth - it was the healthiest option you could find - and when he finished his hot dog and excused himself to the bathroom to wash his hands, you dumped the popcorn in the nearest trash can.

That was almost six months ago and you thought you were so unsuspecting with your eating habits, that is until you were strolling through the supermarket with Noah.

He noticed you grabbed a lot of things from the shelves, looked over the packaging and put it back. By the third time he saw you doing this, he couldn't help but ask.

"Baby, what are you doing?", he asked you and noticed you freezing a little at his question.

"What do you mean?" you tried to buy yourself some time to come up with an excuse as to why you were looking over the nutrition facts on everything you wanted to buy.

"If you want anything, you can just put it in the cart, no problem", he told you as he walked closely behind you through the isle.

"It's ok, I can't eat any any of these things anyway, the calories are out of this world", you kept walking, not even noticing what you just said and that Noah completely came to a halt behind you.

"Baby", he called out to you and you looked back at him, he walked the couple of steps to reach you, leaving the cart behind and standing in front of you. "Were you checking the calories on every food you picked up?", he grabbed your face in his hands as he asked you the question.

"N-no, it wasn't that", you answered, but stuttered and he could tell you were lying.

"You don't have to look at that shit, if you want to eat it, we can buy it, the damn calories don't make a difference"

His words were sweet and you could tell he was worried, but you wished it was that simple. Your mind just can't get past all the scoldings if you even dared to take a look at the foods he forbid you from eating, or the way he made you weigh yourself weekly to see if you gained any weight.

"Can we talk about this later?", you told him in a small voice, not wanting to discuss this in the middle of the supermarket isle, or ever, actually.

"We'll talk about it when you're ready", he gave you a peck on the lips and dropped the subject for the moment. You breathed a sigh of relief and held yourself back from grabbing anything from the shelves.

After this day, Noah kept a close eye on you, noticing how you kept to your water instead of eating anything with the guys when they were over having lunch or dinner, or how you left before or after luch or dinner time whenever it was just the two of you.

So he decided to talk to Nicholas about it.

"Have you noticed anything strange with Y/N lately?" he asked his best friend when they were sitting on the couch playing Mario Kart one night.

"No, dude. Should I have noticed something?", Nicholas asked back. Noah was sure he wasn't imagining things.

"We were buying stuff at the supermarket the other day and I noticed she was looking at the packages of everything she picked up from the shelves", he started to explain, and Nicholas paused the game so he could pay attention to what Noah was saying.

"So I questioned her about it and she said something about calories, and then I realized that she was checking the nutritional facts to decide if she would buy it or not. So I started to pay attention and noticed that she doesn't eat anything around us or me", he gave a big sigh of frustration. He wanted to confront you about it, but didn't want you to run for the hills.

"I offered her some chicken wings the other night but she refused them", Nicholas pointed out to him.

"Can you just keep an eye on her? Just to make sure I'm not making things up in my head?" Nicholas nodded and assured him he would say something if he noticed anything strange.

The days went by and you kept to the same pattern, until one day when Noah was sitting in the studio, working on new music and his phone rang beside him. Looking at the caller ID, he saw it was your mother giving him a call.

It wasn't unsual for them to talk, but they never called each other, choosing to stick to text messages intead. He picked up the phone as soon as he saw it was her.

"Hey, what's up?" he greeted, heart beating faster for no reason at all.

"Hey, Noah. I can't explain right now, but Y/N is in the hospital. She's fine, but I think she needs to see you", her voice was calm and that's what helped not alarm him too much. He got up from the chair and didn't bother putting his sneakers on, opting for the sliders already on his feet.

"I'll be there in a minute", he told her.

"I'll be waiting for you at the entrance", he gave a hum of acknowledgment and hung up the phone.

His head ran over a million possibilities of what could've happened to you, but he tried to keep himself from going crazy on the drive to the hospital. Your mom said you were fine, and he trusted her.

Sure enough, she was waiting for him at the entrance, wanting to talk to him before he went into your room. He approached her and they hugged as a greeting.

"Listen, I know you've probably noticed Y/N's eating habits by now", she told him and he nodded. "She is gonna tell you all you need to know, just please be patient with her. I know you're a good man and she's gonna need your support right now"

"I'll do anything she needs me to do" he reassured her.

"I know you are. She is in room 102" she told Noah and he got inside the hospital, stopping at the reception and then being led to your room.

He opened the door and saw you laying there on the bed. The sight broke his heart. You looked fragile and a little embarassed.

"Hi, baby" he said in a soft tone, not wanting to alarm you, as he took a seat on the chair, scooting over closer to your bed.

"Hey, there. I guess I owe you an explanation", you looked at him with a guilty look on your face.

"What happened, baby?", he took your hands in his and gave you his full attention.

"Apparently I'm very anemic", you let out a sarcastic laugh. "Before I met you, I had a boyfriend", you dived straight into it, not giving you the time to talk yourself out of this. "He was very controlling, specially with what I ate. He always told me he wasn't the kind of guy to date overweight girls", you felt his grip on your hand tighten at your words.

"He made me check the calories on everything I bought at the supermarket, hence why I was doing it that day. He would get very annoyed if I even looked at unhealthy foods in front of him. He made me weigh myself in front of him every week to make sure I didn't gain weight"

You closed your eyes, tears stinging them and threating to fall down your cheeks. But you kept going regardless.

"He was cruel because he ate everything I couldn't in front of me. To this day, I really do believe it was a form of psychological torture. I finally had the guts to break up with him after talking with my mom and my therapist", you looked at him and saw his brows were furrowed, you could tell he was angry about everything this man put you through.

"But old habits die hard and I guess I haven't fully realized I'm not in that place anymore. Everytime I reach for something at the supermarket or anytime you guys order food or we have a barbeque, his voice and his insults echo in my head all over again, and I can't help it but let it consume me"

"If I'm being honest with you, I just wanna bash this dude's head in right now", he said through gritted teeth. He couldn't fathom anyone putting their partner through this kind of thing.

"I heard he moved out of the country a few months back" you told him and he was actually glad, because he was already making plans in his head on how to find this guy and give him a piece of his mind.

"What can I do to help you?", he decided to change the topic of conversation to what you needed right now. He was going to focus on you.

"Going to therapy weekly again is a must. And try to get out of my comfort zone. In another words, I really have to start and try to eat more and more regularly" you told him and you could see the gears in his head turning.

"Here's what we're gonna do: you're gonna make a list of everything you're comfortable eating, and I'm gonna make you meals and snacks with those. You don't have to eat in front of me if you don't want to, I just need to know you're eating. And then the foods that trigger you, we can work on them together along with your therapist to make sure you're safe with eating them again" he had a whole game plan set out, and your eyes welled with tears for a different reason this time.

"It might take a while" you warned him.

"We have forever to work on it" he leaned over you to plant a kiss on your forehead.

The weeks following, he kept a close eye on you, but made sure to not crowd you. He had various snacks in different containers in the fridge for you to grab whenever you felt hungry, and you made an effort to put the empty containers on the countertop so he could see you were eating them.

Therapy felt good and soon you were finding yourself getting out of your shell more and more. You and Noah went on your first dinner date, and you finally got to taste Matt's amazing barbeque. Drinking beer again was amazing, and you would never forget the taste of having a sweet treat after a long day, or after a delicious meal.

You got to experience what a real relationship felt like, how it was to have supportive people around you. You no longer felt like you were being watched and judged, instead, they encouraged you to be yourself with no shame.

[angelbambisworld]

Gene Simmons with dogs PART 1

[witchlinggirlie]

Rowan Whitethorn X Aelin Galathynius X Reader

POV: You discover you’re pregnant with Rowan and Aelin as mates

Little bit of fluff with Rowaelin :) Warnings: Pregnancy, mentioning of feeling sick

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Rowan is the first to notice your scent change one morning when you're all laid in bed together. You are snoozing between him and Aelin, and he feels the slight change in you, usually, you smell of fresh strawberries with hints of lime and berries, but now there is a new scent intertwining with your own. It's soft and new, like fresh cotton. He thinks nothing of it as he shifts in bed, rising earlier than you and Aelin after agreeing to a morning run with Aedion and Fenrys. He notices there is a new glow to you, and you seem to be in a deeper slumber than usual, but with him being short on time, he gives you both a light kiss and is out the door. Something nudging at the back of his mind but not quite registering what this meant.

You and Aelin rise a little later, deciding on a slow breakfast with both your schedules being clear for once. You're in the dining hall, Lysandra having just arrived as you stare at all the food laid out so beautifully. Aelin has the biggest sweet tooth you've ever known so mounds of pancakes fill the table, with jugs of chocolate syrup, blueberry muffins stacked in dishes, whilst a selection of the freshest fruits sit to your side. Lysandra moans into her bites of a muffin, unashamedly dipping into the chocolate sauce.

"I swear I only come here for the breakfasts," she says between bites, as Aelin laughs. "How rude you are Lysandra, surely we have more to offer than our delicacies," you giggle as you stare at the table. Usually, your appetite in the morning is as large as Aelins but this morning you can't shake a nauseous feeling creeping up on you. You try to pass it off but the swirling motion Lynsandra makes with the chocolate makes you feel more than green.

"Are you okay my love, you look a little pale?" Aelin frets over you as you shake your head, passing off the feeling and reaching for a glass of water. "I'm okay, please-"

"Well, this truly is the only reason to come here isn't it?" Aedion shouts as he barges into the dining hall, Rowan and Fenrys following behind.

"I mean look at all this food, and what is everyone else having Aelin?" Aedion teases his cousin, eyeing Aelin's 8 pancake stack.

"Har har Aedion, ruling a kingdom is tiresome work and builds up an appetite," Aelin says as she pats at her belly. "You might know about it if you stop stealing my mate for runs and rule that army of yours" Aelin tutts, throwing a berry his way. Aedion catches the berry in his mouth and grins, taking a seat next to Lysandra whilst stacking his own plate full.

Rowan gives Aelin a kiss on the lips before coming to sit next to you, noticing your pale complexion he pulls his chair a little closer. "You look green sweetheart, what's wrong?" Rowan asks quietly to not disrupt the rest of the table as Fenrys also begins to throw berries Aedions way.

You sip on your water giving Rowan a smile that doesn't quite meet your eyes. The smell of the food now sitting heavy in your stomach, maybe you just need some fresh air. Your hands feel clammy and Rowan takes a hand to your forehead, staring intently, almost trying to read your body to find the problem so he can fix it at once.

"I'm okay Ro, really I just feel a bit queasy. I'll be fine in a second. " You say as you take his hand guiding it to rest on your waist, his chair pulled close to yours. Rowan's hand grazes your stomach, his thumb stroking slowly and then he feels a slight swell and it dawns on him, his entire body goes stiff at once as everyone at the table seems to notice the interaction. You shift into Rowan, not realising his stiffness until you look up to see all the eyes on you both, and Aelin looking very worried. Aelin and Rowan have a silent conversation in their head, with Aelins eyes turning watery. You pale even further not understanding what is happening.

Aelin then turns to the three guests and says "I need some alone time with my mates, I'll see you all in the gardens shortly." as her gaze never leaves you. "Faes and their needs.." Lysandra mutters as everyone starts to leave and Aedion makes a quip about finishing his breakfast this time. Having it not been the first time Aelin has announced everyone should leave to have alone time with you and Rowan. But this was for an entirely different reason..

The water now long forgotten, you look between Aelin and Rowan as feel yourself get warm. If Aelin wanted you right now, it was terrible timing as you felt you may just vomit all over the beautiful breakfast. Aelin grabbed your hand as Rowan pulled you closer his hand now resting fully on your belly. "My love, you have no idea do you?" Aelin smiled, a small laugh parting her lips as tears welled in her eyes.

"What is going on, please tell me," You begged, confusion setting upon your own face as you looked to Rowan. Rowan simply smiled and looked down to the hand over your belly, and it began to click within you. “I thought your breasts looked bigger, I was beginning to get jealous.” Aelin clicked as her gaze fell to Rowans.

Your hand moved to rest on top of Rowans, you wasn’t sure he’d even let out a breath in the last 5 minutes. “A babe..” he whispered, his lips grazing your shoulder. It dawned on you then, you were pregnant.. Tears welled in your own eyes now as you looked down, imagining the invisible bump that would soon grow.

“Are you okay?” Aelin asked Rowan, understanding how big this was for all three of you but another layer of emotion sat with Rowan after the loss of his unborn child.

Rowan nodded his head and cleared his throat, the wave of emotions catching the usually stoic fae off guard. He pulled you into his lap and grabbed Aelins hand as you all slowly grinned at each other.

A new stage of your lives was about to begin, and you all couldn't wait.

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This has been sat in my drafts for awhile as I've been unsure to post, so hope you like this. I'm working on a lil smut with these two as well for Rowans birthday hehe

[crazyk-imagine]

Mean

Pairing: Paul Lahote x Fem!reader

Characters: Fem!reader, Paul Lahote, Sam Uley, Emily Young, Jared Cameron, Embray Call, Tiny Tim (made up)

Warnings: Reader knows about the supernatural, implications of dead parent, ex's inspire people, Sam and Emily are adorable, am I making them my favorites bc of the way I write them lol, Paul and Reader are adorable, Paul is a little shit, so is Embry and Jared, no one can act normal around a sassy person

Word Count: 1,231

A/N: Was I listening to Mean by Taylor Swift? You can't prove anything

I've had this ready for a week, but shit kept happening at work man ughhhhhh

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It was meant to be, or so you thought.

You blink, staring at the ceiling not sure why your ex came to mind.

He was partial to the reason for your move the gloomy town (which you enjoyed more than the sunny state you were in) but not the entire reason.

If only your mom could see you now, working hard and still keeping true to who you are.

You push yourself out of bed, needing to get started on your day.

-

You finish up and jot down another line, knowing it's slowly turned into a "revenge" song.

You exit your place and hop in your truck, heading down to your favorite person's place.

"Emily, your other honey is home."

Sam lets out a dry laugh. "Funny as always."

"I know, it's one of the perks of being my friend."

"Are going to do..." You snatch a muffin from the tray. "Sam things?"

The couple glance at one another, curious if you know.

"Yeah, we won't be back till later-" He doesn't finish as the boys burst through the door. Almost all ignore you, not aware of your presence.

You mumble, "now I know why you're ready to feed an army."

The boys freeze, all conversations stopping. "Uh-"

"Who's the girl?" Jared asks, snaking a muffin.

You raise a brow, picking at the muffin, breaking it into bite size pieces. "What a question."

"Who's the sassy girl?" The same guy asks.

"How do you deal with idiots?"

Emily snickers, scanning over the pack for their expressions.

"Good thing Paul's not here or else he'd flip a lid," Embry mutters.

You push yourself off the stool and grab your bag. "Later, Em. Bye bye, Sammy."

You wave them off before glancing at the group. "Such an interesting... gang you have here."

You spin around, smirking to yourself, not wanting to let the cat (wolf) out of its bag. "I heard there's going to be a full moon tonight."

Or maybe you don't care if they know you know.

"Does she-"

The door slams shut.

You shake your head, smirking to yourself, proud of your teasing. You bump into a body, not entirely paying attention. "Sorry." You pass by the person and hop in your car, not realizing the electricity he felt in that simple touch.

You look up after putting your keys in the ignition, only to find a dark pair of eyes on yours.

The subtle feeling through your body alerts you.

"Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap." You have to force your gaze away from his. "Please don't be able to read lips. Oh, crap. They can hear." You start pulling out and make it back to your house.

-

Weeks go by and you screen another one of Emily's calls.

"I'll call her when this passes," you mutter, writing another line. You slam your pencil down, "who am I kidding? It's never going to stop."

You don't want to answer her and send another lie.

Boo Thang #2 &lt;;3

'Sorry, not feeling good. Will text later.' 2:59pm Sent Read

A knock on your door surprises you.

You carefully make your way to the door, scanning through the peephole. Your back's flat against the door. "Why the hell is he here?"

"We need to talk."

"I don't think so."

"You know more than you let on."

"So?"

"We need to talk."

"Can I just call you?"

"No, Emily's been trying for days, and it hasn't worked. Let me in."

You scoff, "not with that attitude."

He growls under his breath, "fine. Please let me in?"

"No."

"You're testing my patience."

"Go test it out with someone else."

"That's not what I meant, and you know it."

"You gotta be more specific bud."

"I don't like that name."

"Bud?"

"Stop it."

You smirk, "bud."

He knocks on your door with more force, trying to get one of your neighbors to come out so they can tell him to stop and make you let him in.

You snarl as the door swings open, "stop it you, idiot." You yank him in, earning a confident smirk from him.

"I don't like this look on you. You think you've won."

"Who says I haven't?"

"Me. I am the one who decides since this is my place."

"Living here alone? Really?"

You shrug, "parents died."

"Oh," he clears his throat, "sorry."

"It's fine. Not your fault."

"So, uh- what do you know?"

"I used to visit when I was a kid and heard the stories because of my cousin."

"You know?"

"That we happen to be united forever essentially, kind of hard not to, not gonna lie."

"Are you upset?"

You furrow your brows, "what do you mean?"

"Your imprints with the hothead. The one with "anger" issues. The list goes on." His brows furrow in annoyance, the pout on his lip making him look... cute.

"Who?"

He shocked you don't know who he is. "Lahote?"

"Paul?" You ask, not entirely sure if you got the right name or not.

"Oh, so you do know."

He sighs, "great."

"Barely, I just remember your guy's names from the elders at the meetings."

"How long has it been since you were in town?"

You shrug, "few years. I haven't been out of the house as much since my life went to crap," you offer a sarcastic smile.

"I feel like I've brought the mood down, do you- do you want to go out? I know this one place with uh- with decent music." He tells you the name and it takes all of you to not smile.

"Let's go, but we take my car."

He lets out a dramatic sigh, "fine."

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You two arrive half an hour before you have to go on stage.

You make up an excuse and say you're going to be right back, needing to use the little girl's room.

"Next up, is one of our favorites," the mc, Tiny Tim (your favorite guy there) announces.

You walk across stage, confusing Paul but not Emily and Sam (who told him to take you there if he got far enough). They cheer you on while listening to your song.

All you are is mean And a liar, and pathetic, and alone in life And mean, and mean, and mean, and mean

You make it back to your seat beside your wolf.

"Where'd you learn to do that?"

You shrug, not liking the attention on you.

"That was- that was amazing."

"It was nothing."

"No- no, that was really good." Emily sneaks up behind you. "And that's saying something, Paul doesn't like to use his words to express his emotions."

The man frowns. "We get it. We get it."

You roll your eyes, "stop it, you two."

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You two make it back your place. "I should at least drop you off."

He shakes his head, "I'm not that far from you."

"I don't know if I believe that."

"Then believe ne when I say I can run and not get tired."

You narrow your eyes before turning your head to hide your chuckle. "Get out of here, you idiot."

You hear him close the door and stare into the woods, hoping to catch a glimpse of him.

The only wolf standing between the path of trees sticks out and you know it's him.

You shake your head, going into your home. "Idiot."

You swear you hear him huff.

[iplayghoul]

wet pussy crybaby .ᐟ simon 'ghost' riley

a/n: 2.1k words.. gun play/gun kink, masterbation descriptions, nudes, use of food for sexual innuendos, simon is a bit mean & strict, use of "doll" "sir" "daddy." an excerpt of da roleplay fic which may remain unfinished sorry yall 🫶🏽

"Please, Simon, c'mon," You beg sweetly as the man mentioned cooks you dinner. You're bouncing on the balls of your feet, anklet jingling and glossy lips pouted. It was actually out of character for you to beg despite the kind and lovely person you were, but you really wanted this. Your strong, buff husband continued to make the creamy alfredo sauce, "Sweetheart, we spoke about this. Not gonna' happen." His rumbly accented voice tells you.

When Simon's not on deployment, you both like to spend your days wasting away in the comfort of your cozy home.

The shared space was like a pleasantly sized cottage, garden overun with an array of several differently coloured rose bushes, a gorgeous pond and vegetables planted out; many were gifted by Simon's co-workers who knew you loved gardening. The inside of the home reflects the softness and brightness of the outside too! Often you'd be baking sweet treats: cakes, double chocolate chip muffins, churros and rice crispy edibles (sometimes, even brownies!). Watching cartoons, old movies, decorating with soft pinks, greys and browns, to your delight. The entire home looked like an explosion of marshmallows and chocolate; evidently an outward reflection of you that Simon enjoyed.

But, when the big, strooong man comes home, he's often marching through your garden: rushed. He's clad in all black and dark army greens, balaclava snug above his nose, brows furrowed and eye-paint still darkening his complexion. You're quite sure he remains suited up because he knows you like it, considering that he could always change before! It's a sight to see surely, and you can't help but remember that this is the same man who watches the little videos you make and the photos you send.

You imagine him clad in his bulky gear, sitting behind his desk. Just back from a mission and receiving word that you'd supplied him with a letter. Among the words you take the time to write out each letter of a couple links, not too sure how else your man will access them. Simon's heart beats like the bass of an R&B song, with every click clack of his keyboard. Typically, on his screen will pop up a video of you: pretty puffy pussy spread wide and leaking. Your fingers achingly stuffing your cunt desperately, sloppily stroking in and out while seeping cries of his name. Your voice was thick and creamy, satisfying to his ears much like the endless stream pouring out your pussy like silk.

Ghost. It's what you've been calling him in the videos you send while he's away. And each time you say it, he can't help but stare at your clit, your cunt like a juicy chocolate covered strawberry dipped in whipped cream; each chant of 'Ghost, Ghost, Gh- ah Ghost!' was the quicker you played with the soft sensitive mound at the tippy top of your pussy.

Considering this, it was no surprise to Simon when you'd asked him to get all his gear on and fuck you with his fat dumb dick. But, he enjoys depriving you of what you'd like, waiting for you to become impatient like you are now. You'd deflated. "C'mon Si', pleaaase?" You drift from around the edge of the kitchen island to wrap your arms around his waist. He drags you like light weight behind him as he pours the pasta into the pan, finishing up dinner and continues to ignore your request. "Please, please, please," you beg once more, pushing your pout out as much as you could and batting your eyelashes up at the man as he turns to face you beneath your grip, leaving your chin propped against his pecs.

He draws a hand behind your head, slipping his hands into the roots of your braids and tugging lightly to keep your eyes on him. "You're such a doll, you know that?" He lets out a chuckle. You nodded but huffed. He was always so... mean n' proper n' teasing! "Simon Riley, answer me right the fuck now." You blinked up at him, and he only purses his lips with a soft smile before releasing your hair and removing your arms off him. "Why don't you be a patient little thing, hm?" He rubs his hands on your hips, moving to grab your plates to serve dinner. "Wait 'till you've stuffed your stomach full. Okay love?" You squint a little, "Know I'mma hold you to that, right?" And he nods.

Dinner goes by silently. And you're beginning to think you're going insane. The reason being, your clit is fattened and pulsing in your panties. Your relatively good mood is being slightly dampered and the pout returned to your lips due to the ache. Your panties uncomfortably stuck between the lips of your pussy! And with each bite of the ooey gooey pasta, you're attracted to the way it slithers and slides between your lips. You can only imagine it as Simon shooting sticky strings of his cum onto your pussy. It's soft n' mushy on your tongue and oh, you think you should suck Simon's cock good just for making this yummy meal. Does your pussy feel this warm n' sloppy n' slippery on Simon's cock? You ache. "You alright, gorgeous?" He queries, gathering up his dish along with yours and taking them to the sink for washing, you get up quick and follow him. "Lemme wash it up, baby. You done did all the cookin'."

Simon observes you curiously, noticing the way that, despite your busy body cleaning up his marvelous work: your thighs were pressed together tight. Folding his arms, he leans back on the counter behind you before his deep voice sparks you out of your dream world when you finished up the dishes. "Alright mama, how about you head upstairs and wait for me while I get changed, hm?" You stop and stare— Do you focus on his orders, or the way that familiar petname sounded in his accent? Then, shuffling towards him, hopeful. "Wait–? Don't play w'me right now. You're gonna do it?" Eyes blown wide like Bambi as you peered up at your husband who remained stoic. "Ass up. Face in the pillows, understood?" You swallowed the cherry-like lump in your throat, tummy tingling while you struggled to find the words to respond. Simon pushes himself off the counter, straightening his height above you, his hazy eyes hold a thousand words. "I said, is that understood?" What feels like sparkles prick about your body and you whisper out, "Yea- Yes, Sir." Then, quickly finding yourself where Simon wanted you.

With long, honey blonde braids splayed across the pillows, your eyes were closed on inhaling Simon's refreshing scent. You're not sure how to describe it really, it was a pleasant musk he just had on him, whenever he got out of the shower, perspired, or just didn't wear deodorant: the yummy scent of him stuck to his skin. Surrounding you and Simon's pillow however, were the several Sanrio plush cushions he'd purchased for you. You enjoyed the comfort they brought to the bed and they all smelt like you, so who was Simon to complain. The more you layed there, ass arched up into the air you began to realize you should've stripped down. "No fuckin' way, man," you mumble beneath your breath and make moves to get up and strip out of your white cropped tank top and black fuzzy shorts that rode up your thighs and into your ass. Much like your pretty patterned panties.

As quickly as you got up, you stuffed yourself back into the pillows, the sound of heavy weighted, steel tipped boots bouncing off the walls and gracing your ears. Eyes screw shut and you feel your clit throb, hard. Your mind follows his footsteps as the beat against the tile floor. You lick your lips, by now every glob of peachy lip gloss was gone. You feel some objects drop onto the bed and you flinch, gripping the pillows a little and peaking an eye open. Hard hands grip the fat of your thighs, squeezing 'em tight, moving up to your shorts, then gripping onto the soft material at your hips. Simon's fingers tickle you and you're holding your breath. He pinches at the material, slowly peeling the shorts off you and you notice his hands are gloved when they brush against you.

Cold air meets the roundness of your ass. You weren't wearing a thong, but your panties exposed the majority of you. They'd stuffed themselves between your ass and suctioned itself to your sticky cunt. There wasn't a doubt in your mind that Simon couldn't see the wet patch. A gloved hand massages the fat of your ass, slightly pulling on the hem of your panties. He'd rip them off you in a swift motion. Except, the only thing that was swift was the loud crack of his palm, stinging your ass. You whisper a squeal-ish 'oh my god' when you hear the smack split the silence in the room. Eyes wide, already springing tears but you choose to withhold your sounds as much as possible. Simon was finally giving you what you wanted, you weren't about to ruin this shit.

Soon comes another smack, smack, smack on your ass. And with each one you let out a strangled moan with a sniffle; tears kissed your pretty cheeks and your ass has the darkest shade of red imprinting itself on you. Simon moves slowly, giving your pained ass a pinch. He then hooks his fingers under the hem of your panties again, sliding them off you slow. You hear a low groan come out if him as you feel him peel it away from your pussy. The sound gracing your ears almost makes you yelp. Like a starved little thing, jumping at the slightest crumb he gives you.

With your pussy exposed, you feel him shuffle off the bed, walking around a few times. Like he was observing you, then pressing back onto the bed. Then a rough hand collects your braids off the pillows. His closeness almost got a whimper out of you but you didn't dare try to look at him. Holding your braids in hand, he ties them up to a loose bun, your head jerking roughly with the manhandling. As if at once he's pulling your body up by your hair, unclothed nipples below your tank top hardened and printing out perky. Your back is uncomfortably pressed up against his uniform or... whatever equipment he was wearing. "S– Simon," You breathe out raggedly, not sure what to do with your hands given your exposed position. "Is that my name?" You hear his voice rumble deeply right above your ear, it's slightly muffled too and you don't know what to think anymore, looking up at the ceiling that seemed interesting. "Ghost, please." You mutter out, and that's when you feel it.

"What is it? Do you want dick? Is that it?" There's a long, cold metal barrel dragging up the bottom of your thigh and pushing at the fat of your ass. "Y– Yea... yes daddy, that's what I want." You can only think it's his gun thats touching you.

You hear the gun click and shut your eyes, assuming that meant it was ready to be shot when the trigger was pulled. Your cunt was cold and lonely exposed to the air. Whatever slick had built up before was almost gone, but it only left you aching for more. Then you felt the tip of the gun press to your temple. And you could see more of Simon than you did before, because now his entire, huge arm was basically in your view as he held the gun up to your head. "G- Ghost?" You can only stutter out, feeling a sob begin to grow at the bottom of your throat, and it took everything in you to resist putting your hands up to hold his arm. His tattoos, peaked through the black uniform, but your eyes were trained on the hand holding the gun above your eyes. "Don't you think you have to work for it?" He grumbles. And he moves his hand from your braids, your body drops to the bed but he's already roughing you back into the position, holding you by your neck this time. Now you can fully see the gun and your tears continue running freely.

He brings the heavy metal weapon up to your face again, tapping it against your lips like it was the tip of his dick. "I asked you a question, didn't I? Aren't'cha gonna' work for this cock?" Suddenly you're all wet again. "Yes, Ghost." You speak out slowly. "Open your mouth then." And you do, plump lips drop open, eyes remaining trained on the gun.

annddd thats all i got 🤭 DONT BEAT MY ASS YALL LMFAOO

[callsign-rogueone]

faking it - s.h.

Sawyer Henrick x healer!reader  When Sawyer's friends hear that an infantry guy has been bothering you, they suggest an unconventional way to get him to leave you alone. words: 1.7k 🏷: Iron Flame spoilers in future chapters, feminine healer reader who was childhood friends with Sawyer (no pronouns used here, but future chapters will use she/her), mentions of needles (one immunization), mentions of harassment from an original character, Sawyer has a huge crush on you, and his entire squad ships it, fake-dating trope. here begins the story of Sawyer and Peach! I hope y’all like her 🥺

You fight the urge to yawn as you continue to restock the bandages and straighten things up for the day — you didn’t sleep well, and you’ve never been a fan of the early mornings that the war college requires. 

It could be worse, you tell yourself. You could still be working nights like you did your first year. That was even more exhausting.

There’s a soft knock on the doorframe. “Is Cadet Lowen working today?”

Your classmate bristles, drawing herself up to her full height, but it isn’t very intimidating— she’s even smaller than Violet. “Who’s asking?” 

You laugh, setting the box down and smoothing out the creases in your pale blue robes. “It’s okay, Sarah. He’s a friend.”

He gives her a disarming smile, but she still eyes him with suspicion for a few seconds before she disappears into the other room. 

You instantly start checking him over for injury, but it’s too hard to see anything under all that black fabric and leather.

He smiles. “I’m fine. I just came to give you this. I don’t know if they’re still your favorite, but…”

You take the small paper bag he’s holding, that cute little concerned frown quickly turning into a grin as you see the blueberry muffin inside — just like your mom used to make. “Thank you. What’s the occasion?”

“No occasion. Just making sure you’re taking care of yourself,” he answers, blushing. There’s a moment of silence before he starts to bail out. “I know you’ve been busy, let me get out of your hair-”

You don’t want him to leave.

“Did you get your flu shot yet?” you interrupt.

He laughs at your spontaneity. “I did not,” he answers truthfully.

You put the bag down, moving to go wash your hands. “Sit.”

“I brought you the perfect muffin, and you still want to stick me with a needle?” he asks.

You raise an eyebrow at him. “It’s for your own good, and the good of the quadrant. Unless you can’t take a little pinch…”

He straightens up a bit, scoffing. “Of course I can.”

You smile. You know exactly how to get these army boys in line. Pride is the biggest motivator they’ve got; they’re always eager to prove that they can handle whatever task at hand.

“Your full name and date of birth please, sir?” you ask, picking up a clipboard.

He knows you know it, but he humors you anyway — it’s cute seeing you in nurse mode. “Sawyer Henrick, July 15th, 612.”

You write it down as he unbuttons his shirt, pulling one arm out of its sleeve.

Your heart races at the glimpse of the rider’s relic spanning his back; a swath of bright red contrasting with his pale skin. You certainly don’t remember him being this strong, either — all that crazy shit they make riders do has paid off, you suppose.

You take a moment longer than appropriate to get the tension out of the muscle before making the injection and smoothing a bandage over the skin. “All done.”

“Do I get a sticker?” he asks, clearly joking.

You rip your eyes away as he does the buttons back up, turning to wash your hands again. “Fresh out, sorry. I’ll give you a rain check.”

You need to get him the hell out of here before your classmates start asking questions, and before he melts the rest of your brain. “Thank you for the muffin.”

“Thank you for the flu shot.”

You can’t help but smile at him. “I really missed you, you know. I’m glad our paths crossed again.”

“I missed you too, peach.” There’s a pause as he works up the courage. “Do you want to come to town with me and my squadmates on Saturday? They all really liked you.”

While the land-nav exercise hadn’t gone according to plan at all, you’d still enjoyed your time with them. “I’d like that.”

“Alright,” he says with that shy smile you’ve missed so much. “Meet you at the front gates around three?”

“Sounds like a plan. Now scoot,” you prod gently. “I’m sure everyone is wondering where you ran off to.”

He glances at the clock — he’s definitely going to be late for battle brief, but the scolding from Dain will be worth every minute.

He gives you one last soft smile before he leaves, one you’ll be thinking about all day.

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Sure enough, he finds you waiting outside at three o’clock sharp.

It’s been years since he’s seen you in civilian clothes. You look exactly how he remembers you, only somehow even more beautiful. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, he supposes.

You’ve swapped out the healers’ robes for something more fitted and more seasonally appropriate, a new pair of denim pants and a sleeveless light purple tunic. You’d even let your hair down for the occasion, leaving it out of the usual no-nonsense style you’re required to wear during your shifts.

Him and his friends are all dressed in their usual solid black. “I guess I didn’t get the memo,” you jest.

Violet smiles. “Don’t worry. It’s nice to see some color every now and then.”

You bring a hand up to swat away a fly, and Rhiannon’s eyes widen. “You guys are allowed to paint your nails?”

“There’s all kinds of rules about what colors and how long they can be, but yeah. I do them every Sunday afternoon. It makes me feel pretty, even with those terrible robes on,” you laugh.

Sawyer pushes down a remark about how you’re always pretty, clearing his throat instead. “Everyone ready?”

There’s a chorus of agreement from the squad. 

It isn’t long before you’re all sitting around a table at the tavern, laughing over stories from your years at the school. “And then I told her that if she wanted to act like that, she should-”

The door opens, the small bell hung on it jingling. Everyone watches you fall silent, pressing your lips together and shrinking yourself as small as you can until the group of infantry passes. They head off to the bartop, out of sight, and you finally let out the breath you’d been holding.

“Are you okay? You look like a sheep that just saw a riot of dragons walk by,” Ridoc says, but there’s no humor in his tone.

You shift in your seat for a moment, uncomfortable, but the way your new friends are all looking at you with genuine concern has you admitting the truth. 

“I stitched up the blond — James — a month ago, and now he thinks we’re soulmates or something. He keeps showing up at the infirmary with his friends, asking me on dates, and I keep turning him down, but he won’t take no for an answer. I’ve considered faking my own death just to get him to leave me alone,” you joke, but it’s obvious that you don’t find it funny. “It’s starting to freak me out.”

Violet frowns. “Have you talked to Nolon about it?”

“I have, but we can’t refuse care to anyone, so we’ve just been saying I’m busy and having the other girls deal with him, but they shouldn’t have to do that. I’ve tried everything. He just doesn’t seem to understand that I’m not interested.”

“Maybe not everything,” Rhiannon offers.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, those kind of guys won’t listen to you, but they will listen to another dude. They need to see another guy on your arm, because they don’t respect you as a person, but they will respect another man’s claim to you.”

Everyone looks at her, quizzical.

“I’m not saying it’s right,” she says, putting her hands up in defense, “I’m just saying it’s true. Get yourself a boyfriend, or a fake one, even, and he’ll back off, guaranteed.”

You chew your lip, pensive. “That might work. But I’ve been too focused on studying to go on any dates. I don’t know anyone who would be willing to…”

“Look to your left,” Ridoc offers dryly, taking a sip of his drink.

You glance over at Sawyer. Are they really suggesting…?

“It’s a logical choice,” Violet adds, shrugging. “You two already know everything about each other.”

You can’t quite read the look on his face, but it’s clear from his reddened cheeks that he’s uncomfortable. You shake your head quickly. “I couldn’t make you do that.”

“You wouldn’t be making me do anything. I’d be helping you, because I care about you, and because that guy’s a fucking creep.”

You’ve never heard him sound so firm before.

Your gaze drifts back to the bartop, where James is still sitting with his friends, several empty glasses in front of them. You’ve never seen him drunk before, but you know it can’t be pretty. 

He laughs, too loudly, likely at some crude joke his friend had made, clapping the other boy on the back. 

You wince, sinking deeper into the worn upholstery and praying they don’t see you, but you stick out in the crowd of riders and infantry — you’re the only person in the room who isn’t wearing all black, save for the bartenders.

“Breathe,” Sawyer coaxes, laying a hand on your knee beneath the table. It simultaneously soothes your anxiety and gives you butterflies, a feeling you can’t really describe.

You take a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “Sorry,” you manage, offering them a weak smile. “Didn’t mean to kill the mood.”

“Don’t apologize,” Ridoc says gently. “you’re one of us now, and we look out for our own.”

“He’s right,” Sawyer adds. “I promise I will do everything I can to get this guy gone, but I don’t want to cross any boundaries. We don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with. You’ll be one hundred percent in control here, okay?”

You nod, entranced by the softness in his eyes as he looks over at you. “Okay,” you agree quietly.

“Attagirl,” he praises, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.

You think your heart might give out.

“That’s actually really believable,” Violet comments with a soft smile, snapping you out of your train of thought and reminding you that you have an audience.

You tear your eyes away from Sawyers’, picking your drink back up. He moves his hand from your leg, resting his arm on the back of your chair as the conversation resumes, Ridoc bringing everyone back into a light mood again with another terrible joke.

This could work, you decide, but it could also go horribly, terribly wrong.

[eggwriting]

dms are set to following only so heres an ask! id love to hear ur bunny fic recs?

Omg sry, I always forget to put the right settings 😭

Here are all my favorites that i assure you, YOU'LL LOVE:

Young God (a little death) - has to be my favorite bunny fanfic EVER. Not only is the writing perfect and has so much flavor but the characterization is peak. It's one of those fics that are book quality, the type that leaves you shocked every chapter craving for more with the cliffhangers. If you like fics where you REALLY dive into the characters and romance/angst it's PERFECT. Also the writer has a bunch of style stories that are also SO SO SO GOOD.

Lemon muffins and Apricity- (also by the same author) this is a valentine one-shot. that's very fluffy, like MAX fluff. the nerrative is amazing, it will have you giggling and twirling your hair. I swear kenny and butters are so adoroble in this one.

Merry Bells & Sugar Cookies- (yes, its also by the same author-LOVE YOU DELEAH!!) this is a christmas one shot. its an even split between bunny and style- sooooooo fluffy and funny. it really gives the vibe of an actual sp future episode.

Cross your heart but not your Heart (but not your fingers)-YOU WILL SUFFER WHAT BUTTERS IS SUDFERING. YOU WILL END UP ON THE FLOOR CRYING FOR POOR BUTTERS.

All the years (i miss your warmth)-I feel like the character descriptions are VERY close to Canon and the story is so so so so cute. (You get young bunny getting 'married' and older bunny actually getting married)

Soulmates- Now THIS is a good mystchaos fic. Do not be scared of the first person pov- TRUST ITS WORTH IT. The plot is insane and I remember reading this in two days. It's so addictive.

Deny Me And Be Doomed-MY FOREVER FAVORITE MYSTCHAOS FIC. trust me on this, its the PERFECT mystchaos fic. everyone I've recommended this too has LOVED this fic. its hilarious, the plot is CRAZY, the dynamics are spot on and the writing is book worthy.

Professor Chaos Soulmate-the drama....this writer is just so good at writing drama. I feel like we have all read it but it will never make me stop recommending it. I remember the first time I read it and watching my jaw drop to the flow from the amazing plot

Caramel crimes- SO. MUCH. DRAMA. If you're looking for those types of fics that give you the same feeling as going to school but forgetting an important project (aka; anxiety and dread) THIS IS THE ONE!!! The way this fic has me biting my nails and pulling my hair- so delicious. The writing is also very flowy.

stars that can laugh- such a deep meaning, so beautifully presented and written. high key the whole 'put your love down (soft and sweet)' series is a must for any bunny lover.

plastic green hearts- you WILL cry. its not a meh, maybe or anything like that. YOU will. if you like unrequired love where butters does the pinning, THIS IS THE ONE!!!

Good, Neutral and Evil Walk Into a Tiki Bar- it does have a slighttttt bunnyman theme going on in the background but its veryyy small you'll probably notice it only in the first chapter. soooo addicting, the writer does such a good job at setting the mood and the characters. its silly, its such a vibe and the perfect read for the summer.

One Man Army- smutty but also so wholsome. the ending is so sweet that by the time you're going to close that tab there will be a smile in your face and warmth in your stomach. THEY'RE IN LOVE YOUR HONOR!!

Herbert Garrison's Night School for Unwed Fathers- okay...pls dont kill me, it is mpreg. HEAR ME OUT! HEAR ME OUT! yes, i also thought 'that's not my cup of tea' but this is soooooo great. it is a mainly style story with a bunch of background ships however i feel like it would be a crime for me not to include this because bunny's plot was INSANE. it was all so crazy, i couldn't stop reading just bc bunny kept ending up in crazier and crazier shit until without me knowing, it was morning again. (i swear to god i stayed up until 5 AM to finish it). when you get to chapter 16 you'll thank me.

[se-sissy-lina04]

Sissy’s masterlist

Zee’s First Day at “CT-Cassa”

Subtitle: "Why does my neighbor look like my other neighbor, who is actually someone completely different?"

Morning: Moving In

You show up to the building bleary-eyed, lugging boxes and caf. The building seems normal enough—maybe a little too clean. There’s a man in red armor standing outside. He nods. You wave awkwardly.

Inside, you notice the mailboxes—floor labels like “501,” “212,” and “104” with names like “Fives,” “Waxer,” and “Boost.” No last names. Weird.

→ Friendly, tall guy with a goatee wishes you "Have a nice day!" You say, "Thank you!" He winks. You: Nice. Good start.

Your floor is quiet, maybe newly renovated. You are relieved. The rent was suspiciously cheap, but you chalk it up to luck or something weird with the housing market. If you only knew the real reason…

Midday: Initial Encounters

You head to the lift, it’s stuck and you bump into someone in full armor with blue markings. He nods politely. So you head to the stairs. On your way up you pause on one floor to catch your breath. And then you hear it.

Voices. Many voices that all sound the same.

Laughter. Shouts. A loud "HARDCASE NO, YOU DON'T CARRY IT LIKE THAT!!"

You stop. Stare at the apartment door across from you. It's open.

Someone is carrying... a refrigerator through the living room?

A few hours later, you run into a guy who looks exactly like the one from the mailboxes —but with no goatee in casual clothes, humming a tune. Then another in orange. Then one who has a very skilled barber.

Your first reaction: “Huh. Must be a trend. Or… are they brothers?”

The same guy but with a bun and a small teardrop tattoo under his eye shows up, gives you a houseplant named "Greg," and just says: "Moving out alone is sad. Now you’re not anymore.”

You wanted to cry at how sweet it was.

Later you walk out on your balcony and notices another balcony a bit higher up full of plants. Like, an entire garden jungle. A guy in a bucket hat waves with a trowel in hand. “Nice weather for hydrating the soil, huh?”

One floor down, chaos. Music, shouting, something explodes. You slowly walk back inside. Someone yells, “KIX, HARDCASE IS ON FIRE AGAIN!”

The paranoia sets in.

You jot down things in your notebook about the different people you’ve met:

"Guy with eyebrow scar, red shirt"

"Same guy with forehead tattoo, hoodie"

"Same guy with a bun and a coffee cup." Am I crazy?

You're trying to take a photo. The photo shows someone waving at you. With a note in hand: "Please no stalker photos, neighbor ;) – F."

Afternoon: The Realization

You are taking out the trash and see the same guy in the lobby. Again. Only this time in red armor. “Didn’t you just—?” You start.

“Nope. You’re thinking of my brother.”

“You have a lot of brothers.”

“We all do.”

Later, you see five of them hanging out together. Same face. Different hair, scars, tattoos. One of them smirks. “You figuring it out yet, civvie?”

That’s when you ask, “Wait… are you all�� clones?” You know of the existence of clones. Everybody does, after all they are the great army of the Republic. But you have never met an actual clone nor see a holo of one. Dead silence. Then laughter. Then someone hands you a muffin from the 104th (Sinker is surprisingly good at baking). “Welcome to the building, neighbour.”

Evening: Settling In

You go to bed to the sound of the 104th running drills outside (“One, two, hydrate! One, two—Wolffe, you can’t threaten civvies!”).

A note is slid under your door: “Building Orientation, 0700, common room ground floor. Attendance mandatory. Bring caf.”