#predator one shot

[looseratinthegarage]

S/o who takes full advantage of being in a relationship with the Slashers

Tw: I’m too lazy, read at your own risk

Michael Rz

•You were walking home from work, it was a pretty easy day, but that was about to change. Some douchebag started cat calling you, you ignored him to the best of your ability.

• “Come on, baby, I could show you a good time.”

•You started walking faster but he followed.

• “Not interested.”

•He started getting irritated by your unwillingness. He caught up to you, he grabbed your arm and spun you around. He was surprised to see you smiling.

• “You’ve done fucked up,”

•A noise from the alleyway to your right caught his attention, his grip on you loosened subconsciously. Michael emerged from the shadows, the mans eyes widened with fear.

• “I was just playin’ around, man- holy shit that's the boogieman! Wait-”

•Michael grabs the man by his throat and throws him to the ground. The man gasps and tries to crawl away. Michael kicks him onto his side, the creep begins coughing agonizingly and rolls back on his stomach. Michael pulls out his knife and turns it in his hand playfully. He kneels down and grabs a fist full of the mans hair, lifting his face off the cold concrete. He slammed his head back down and stabbed him repeatedly.

•Once he’s satisfied, he’d return to you. You stand on your tippy toes and pull him down for a kiss. He wraps his bloody arms around you and pulled you close to his chest.

• “...Mine…”

Yautja

•You and your mate were currently on a trade planet, aka a space mall. He had to restock on some supplies, and you just wandered around looking at all the cool things. While you were distracted with something shiny you accidentally bumped into someone. You went to apologize but before you even had the chance the alien turned around with an angry look. He leaned down and got in your face.

• “Your kind has no place amongst us, you are vermin!”

•You press your hidden distress signal, it sends out your location to him. Once the round object vibrated on his hip he quickly looked at the location.

•The man grabbed you roughly and shook you a bit. You heard angered clicking behind you and had a shiteating grin.

• “oh did I not mention my mate is Yautja? Whoops…”

•The alien's heart dropped and he went pale. He set you own and dusted you off.

• “M-my apologizes, hunter!”

•Your mate grabbed the man’s shirt and pushed him to the ground. No one batted an eye at this, it’s not unusual for the Yautja to pick fights. He pressed his claws to the man’s throat.

• “If I see you even look in my mates direction again, I’ll skin you alive, am I being clear?”

• “y-yes, sir!! It won’t happen again!!”

•Your mate nonshalontly lets him go. He is very lucky to be alive and scampers off with his tail in between his legs.

•You walk up to him with a loving smile and he puffs out his chest pridefully. He wraps his arms around you and you paw at his chest. He leans down and wraps his mandibles around your face, it’s his version of a kiss. You happily kiss him back <3

I have a pt 2 in the works >:3

[yautjaamongmen]

Hey, I love your writing! I’m super sick (not Covid) right now and was wondering if you could write how y/n’s mate would react to them throwing up? And how they would help them? I’m not sure if you’ve done that prompt before or not, so my apologies if you have. If you find that gross I am right there with you and feel zero pressure to write it. Thanks for being awesome <3

Sorry it's so late! Writers block is killer-

Yautja With Sick S/O

Now, Yautja have stomachs of steel. If they're throwing up, it's real bad. Your mate is well aware that you are different, but the instinctive panic was there. So when they came back to the smell of sickness filling your home, and found you bent over the toilet losing everything you've eaten, they rushed to care for you. Feeling their warm hand on your back and their worried clicks brought you immense comfort.

That was until it finally stopped, and suddenly you were picked up with words of "Doctor" and "Ship". Your exhaustion and dehydration kept you from fully understanding, but with enough quiet arguments they finally stopped to listen.

With quiet and difficult explanations that no, you aren't dying, and no, you don't particularly want to be taken off the planet because of a bug, they would finally relax and place you down. Now they will take the utmost care of you. Getting you anything and everything you want, holding your hair back if needed, and hold you as much as you need. Granted they're walking heaters, so cuddling may be way too hot, but it's the thought that counts.

When you're better you have a much larger talk about human sickness, and what ACTUALLY constitutes as an emergency. They'll understand, but that doesn't mean they'll stop worrying.

[noirscript]

Descent Into Madness

warning/s: YANDERE. implied noncon. unwilling darling. failed escape attempt.

You should’ve known better.

You should’ve listened to your instinct the moment your met his crazed gaze. The way he acted after seeing your shaking figure while standing behind his mother was anything but normal.

You should’ve ignored your friend’s plea as they begged for your help. You weren’t their only friend, and you rarely even spoke to each other before. You should’ve known that something was odd.

“I must say, you’re getting better at hiding now.” You could hear the snapping of branches along with the horrifying sound of the detector he was holding.

You should’ve tried to run a couple of meters more instead of cowering in fear while hiding under an enormous tree root. But nobody, not even yourself, can blame you for doing so.

For the last six months, your job as personal assistant has been forgotten by your employer's son—Nicholas.

At first, he was docile. He acted as if he wouldn’t hurt any living being on Earth; not even a bug. He barely even paid attention to you and you can do your tasks smoothly.

However, as time went by, his health improved.

He no longer stares outside his window while sitting on his cushioned wooden chair for hours. He started to spend more time sitting in the living room while watching the television.

Perhaps that was when it all began.

You’ve felt his prickling gaze behind your back whenever he's in the living room. But the head maid dismissed your claims and even scolded you for getting ideas in your head.

They kept on repeating the same lines on and on until they decided to move him in a more isolated area.

You were the only person assigned to look after him. Not even a maid, nor a driver who could offer you a ride to the nearest village was assigned to help you out.

“Yoo~hoo~ Y/N!”

You were immediately dragged back in reality when you heard his voice.

Your body began to tremble as soon as you hear the rustling of dried leaves and snapping of the branches nearby.

“I'm not sure whether I should reward you for doing so well in hide and seek or punish you for making me look so hard for you.”

The beeping sound began to speed up as he gets closer to your position. That thing was the bane of your existence.

“Y/N!” he yelled, the tone of his voice sounded more agitated than it was earlier. “I swear to every fucking god, I will teach you a lesson.”

Tears began to roll down your cheeks. You tried to keep yourself from sobbing, but it was already too late.

You could already see his soiled boots few feet away from where you were. The agonizing sound of sharp and rapid beeping echoed your head.

It was only a matter of time before he would lean towards your position.

He pointed a flashlight close to your face, almost blinding you in the process. Followed by a horrifying cackle.

“Found you.”

tbc.

[yautjalover]

Dhare lounging in bed: “What are you doing?”

He opens his eyes to see Ashaki seated between his thighs with a ruler.

“The average human male measures 5-5.5 inches. I want to see how you compare,” She smirks as she palms his hardening length in one hand while measuring it with the other.

Dhare purrs, “You will find that I am bigger than the—”

“9.5 inches…which is 24 centimeters! You were right, baby.”

The male growls cockily.

“Of course I am! From the first time I rutted your tight pu—” he cuts his words off with a surprised yelp when Ashaki rakes her manicured nails down his cock.

“You naughty alien man,” Ashaki snickers.

[yautja-lover]

Yautja//Predator 💀One - Shots Master List ✔ Completed

These one-shots are inspired by the Predator franchise films with alternative versions in a way each one-shot connects to each other, some may contain smut. Enjoy😘

Prey or Mate? - Angst/Fluff Feral! Predator x Dahlia!Human

City of Angels - Angst/Fluff Scout! Predator x Female!Reader

This I Vow - Angst/Smut Scar! Predator x Female!Reader

The Distress Call - Angst/Smut/Fluff Wolf!Predator x Female!Reader

Inseparable - Angst/Fluff Fugitive! Predator x Female!Reader

Dachande's Chiva Sequel to Inseparable - Angst/Fluff Chopper! Predator x Dachande!Hybrid Reader Fugitive!Predator x Dachande!Hybrid Reader

Sankuchuari The Finale to Inseparable - Angst/Fluff/Smut Fugitive!Predator x Dachande!Hybrid Reader x Chopper!Predator

Survivors - Angst/Fluff/Smut Crucified! Predator x Female! Reader

[theidiotabides]

My own hawk eyes returned, so superior to the Hork-Bajir vision. I turned my gaze on Visser Four. The head moved. He was still alive. Then I saw a smaller movement. I fluttered my wings and hopped over. I darted my beak down and snapped up the gray slug that was crawling down the doomed man’s cheek. <The Yeerk,> I said. The others came over. Cassie was human. Rachel mostly so. Marco as well. Just kids now, in a ditch, behind a burning tank, surrounded by bodies. <What should I do with him?> I asked. Marco held out his hand. He took the Yeerk. “We can’t let him get a new host. Can’t take him back to our own time. He knows now that we’re humans. We leave him here, he dies slowly of Kandrona starvation.” “They say it’s a horrible way to die,” Cassie said. Marco held the Yeerk out to Ax. <No,> the Andalite said. <I have enough to answer for.> Ax looked at Rachel, then looked away. “No,” Rachel said as Marco offered the Yeerk to her. <Not me, either,> I said. “I see,” Marco said, nodding slightly. “No one’s anxious to add another stain on their conscience? Everyone’s had enough?” He flipped the Yeerk almost casually through the air. Threw it into the flaming hulk of the tank. “Starve or burn,” Marco said, trying in vain to sound tough and indifferent. “His only choices. This is quicker.” -Megamorphs 3: Elfangor's Secret

Crying, screaming, throwing up, etc.

[jagawriterr]

...When he brutally pinned you to a tree, you were engulfed in an unusual fire that lit your bowels in the very center, you did not feel like this since you came here, lonely, abandoned, not knowing their culture and language, you were deprived of everything that could help you communicate with them, and yet you understood each other without words. He spread his eyes over you, he came closer to you, you could feel his hot and sweaty body against yours, his wet reptile skin rubbing against yours, creating a soft pleasant sensation that made you shiver. He reached down to your tousled hair with leaves sticking out here and there, pulled it out and looked you deeply in the eyes. You felt an irresistible urge to kiss him, but you couldn't move, you couldn't take that first step you were already making in your imagination. You embraced his head, creating a smaller border between you, you wanted to kiss him, but you were afraid of how he would react, despite the fact that you were acting so strongly on each other, the desire was in the air. He clung to you even more, causing you to lose your breath for a moment. You liked when Ya'ktur was dominant, you loved it, you felt his hands sliding down towards your hips, grabbing your ass and lifting it, it was so quick of him that you didn't feel when you were above the ground, you grabbed his neck, your legs were wrapped around his hips and he was taking off your T-shirt, working hard to your breasts. He pinched the cool and soft skin on his chest as you shuddered making your body tremble, you pinned him even more with your legs against you, feeling his manhood slowly harden, now you focused on his gentle tweaks with the mandibles as he stuck his reptilian tongue out and began greedily lick the nipples of your full breasts. You couldn't help feeling that your body's reactions were taking over you and creating a kind of bubble that would burst under the right pressure. You tried to hold back, but it was stronger than you, he licked your breasts so greedily you couldn't stop moaning...

[raelthebrave]

I think I will start writing some yautja (sfw) fics here some day I just need some good ideas

[daffenger]

Thinking about the cages/caged motif in amc's iwtv u_u Louis trying to feed Claudia with broken-winged birds in ep. 5, and Claudia bringing him birds and rats in cages in ep. 6 (and a goat kid). The way they say they dressed Lestat in costumes that made him look confined (and the billowy black shirt he wears when he reveals his monstrosity). When Lestat looks out through a window to Antoinette, and when Louis chases her out of her own home and she stands outside by the window. The scene where the newly-transformed Louis tries to leave the Rue Royale street ("this is your home now, Louis") and the sun burns him through a fenced gate in ep. 2. The tall windows in the present-day penthouse that look like the bars of Louis' cage. The way Lestat surrounds Louis with the circle of his arms the first time he drinks from him in ep.1 (and the way he struggles to free a hand from Louis' grasp). The way Lestat tries to scare Louis from leaving with what could happen to Claudia in ep.5, and the way he justifies dragging Claudia back home with the fear of what could happen to Louis without her in ep.6. The way he breaks open the lock to the dog's cage and then sends it back inside when it's done licking his hand clean. The way Lestat says "I send my love to you, and you send it back round to me," as in a closed circuit, a circulatory system... "His love is a small box he keeps you in" you're so right Claudia...

[isles-queen]

Hiatus return?

Disappeared for a long-while from the Tumblr hockey world. I'm debating if I should return to doing one-shots.

Do people still want them? Who's worth making one-shots of?

I feel like I'm behind in the times with the hotties from like 2015-16! (College then adulting has really pulled me away from my roots, even though I've been getting back into hockey this past season.)

[yautjaamongmen]

wolf x fem! yaujta during a xenomorph hunting? or just any kind of hunting ?plis

Sure can! Doing it in bullet point form, trying it out, <3 ))

Female yautja are larger than the average male, so he expects much from you as his mate, and with your power.

Wolf rarely leaves for normal hunts, more so for those that have a possibility of getting out of control.

He informed you he had to leave, a xenomorph population had begun to grow out of control. You jumped at the chance to hunt with him and, while a little nervous due to the importance of the mission, he agreed.

So out you went, to strong yautja warriors to stop this infection from spreading any further then it already had.

He's not the "Go in guns blazing" type, so you to try to take it out as quiet as possible. Working closely, planning, tracking. You stick together, barely needing to speak to understand each others; a small move, a tilt of the head, and it's like a full discussion.

The embodiment of a power couple as you wipe out one xenomorph after another, although never underestimating them. You both know much better than that. You search, trying to find the beginning of a queen, to kill it before it can begin to lay it's eggs; who knows what you must do then.

Eventually you succeed, as always; sweat beading off your body, it having taken several hours to completely end everything, doing a thorough search of the land to ensure of no escapees, and returning to the ship.

As you set course back for yautja prime, you two collapse into bed together, pulled into each others arms to enjoy the relaxations after another hunt. When you wake you will clean off your trophies and tell tales to those of what you've done, but for now, it's just you.

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: HALO: A MasterChief Collection: Apex Predators {4}

Master Chief “Pablo” x Sergeant Reader

Warning: Cursing, Lite Angst, Plenty of Words, Non-Canon

Words: 6.6k

Summary: You are part of the mighty SPARTANS as sergeant and a pretty badass addition to the team at that. Everyone always wonders if they have what it takes to best master chief. Many have tried, none have taken his throne. He remains the baddest, and most brutal SPARTAN. He is said to be humankind’s best defense. You are the next competitor, but you’re not eying his throne. You just want to beat him.

Note: Guess who needs more fics? Master Chief!!! I’ve decided to make a Master Chief collection of standalone one shots. They all can be read separately to understand, but can also be read in sequence. I will put a number on them so anyone who is interested in reading in sequence can, but again not necessary. This might be an acquired taste, but it’s Pablo as Master Chief forever and always around these parts.  Thank you for reading! Enjoy!

Note II: Imagine this Spartan Games course similar to what the Marines go through for their endurance course and a bit of mixture from the Spartan race obstacles. I was going to add pictures for reference to the obstacles, but I changed my mind.

 If you enjoyed this please LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG!!!

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 The Spartan Games. It was a once yearly event that many came to, soldiers, rookies, military personnel and everyone in between. This was the time they could evaluate how all their billions were being spent and make suggestions on what they wanted improved. Basically, it was a time to marvel in the power of the troops and most of all the SPARTANs. Every year the training course got more and more detailed as well as difficult. This year’s was whispered to be impossible.

 For the weeks before this course was all anyone could talk about. Many of the lower soldiers all joked how they could beat it no problem. They boasted of their stamina, skill and toughness claiming they had what it took. With one look, you knew most of them would make it past maybe six of the obstacles then vomit before quitting. They were tough soldiers, but you knew which ones were all talk and which held true potential. Riz came beside you as quiet as always. It was how all of you move. Stealth was one of the most important skills you learned through training.

 “None of them can take master chief.”

 You nearly scoffed before you remembered yourself—your façade. You were supposed to be as robotic as her.

 “One of these days someone should be able to.”

 Riz looked at you but you didn’t look at her. Kai came up on the other side of you.

 “You’ve never challenged him.”

 She was right. You never had. It wasn’t that you worried you couldn’t take him. You worried that you’d show too much emotion when going through the course. Sighing you nodded.

 “You have and lost,” you replied to Kai who smirked.

 You did a double take. You didn’t remember her ever smirking before. Her eyes met yours but only for a few seconds before she was looking away. She then walked off to the side where Vannick was leaning against a wall looking as uninterested as Riz did.

 “They shouldn’t even try.”

 With that she walked off to join Kai and Vannick. You took a deep breath and looked over the course. To where your eyes could see you took in the terrain and knew there was more well past that mark of sight. From the corner of your eye, you saw him appear. He was dressed in his black leotard that you all wore under your armors. His eyes were glued to the course assessing it. He was focused.

 “Who thinks they have what it takes?”

 Captain Keyes’ voice boomed above everyone else's. All the soldiers stood to attention like perfect weapons waiting for an order. The personnel who’d come to watch and be amazed looked around waiting for a brave soul to volunteer. None spoke.

 “You know we only take the best of the best but we only keep the exceptional. Look to your left, those are our exceptional.”

 All eyes looked to where you, Riz, Kai, Vannick and master chief stood. Every solider dreamed of becoming a Spartan. Every solider thought becoming a Spartan would be the pinacol of their military careers. You marveled at how many of them wanted to be the ones sent into impossible missions, the ones with the least survival expected. You marveled at how many of them wanted to sign more of their life over to Halsey and co.

 “Till now none of you can take master chief. Till now he is the only one who has demonstrates absolute dominance of the impossible courses we set up for these Spartan games. Many of you have tried.”

 “Not Sergeant (chosen nickname),” one of the soldiers piped up.

 The murmur of whispers and chatter amongst themselves went around like a bush fire. Soon, everyone was chattering about that prospect.

 “He’s right.”

 You turned and saw Halsey walking toward everyone with her trusted leader of her fan club of one--Adun beside her. Oh great you thought.

 “Sergeant (chosen nickname) has never gone up against master chief on  any of the courses and I think it’s time we change that.”

 You tried to keep your face void of emotion while you wondered what she was up to.

 “Do you think you have what it takes Sergeant (chosen nickname)?”

 She was calling you out in front of everyone even the higher ups. Even if you still had that damn pellet in your back this would be an occasion you’d still have to rise to. With the pellet, it would have been taken as somewhat of an order. Without it, you knew this was a test. Her suspicions had been piqued because of those scans from your last screening and though she’d dropped it then, she hadn’t forgotten. This was her way of seeing if her multi billion dollar weapon still was functional.

 “Of course, Dr. Halsey.”

 Master chief glanced at you. It was the first glance he’d afforded you since the night at the club with Miranda where he went slightly haywire. From his behavior then and the act of coupling you’d done together weeks prior, you now suspected something was off with him. You’d even gone as far as to wonder if he’d already taken out his pellet as well.

 Dr. Halsey observed you for a few short moments then nodded curtly before she looked to Captain Keyes who now had Miranda on his other side. The way she looked at you spoke of caution. She too knew this was a Halsey production. Giving her a small reassuring nod you looked back to the course. Today she sun was bright and something in you told you it was probably one of the brutal sun days, one of the days that many cadets did training outdoors because the higher ups wanted them training in brutal conditions so they were prepared.

 You remembered the days of training on Rahnelo, the ice planet and nearly getting frostbite. Many thought the Spartan practices were too extreme, but no one ever spoke of decommissioning the program. The same as no spoke about decommissioning the genetic and body augmentations that all Spartans had gone through. They only improved upon them. Everyone liked to talk about the humaneness of soldiering but no one ever actually followed through. All that mattered was winning the war—all of them—no matter the cost.

 “Go prepare.”

 You walked over to the table that housed a multitude of gear—gloves, goggles, mouth guards, arm, knee or even leg shields and even finger grips. Many would have taken them all but you knew the more weight you added you’d regret it as it would ultimately just slow you down. John was fast, you’d seen him in action. He could run at almost forty miles per hour for longer than twenty minutes. He was in impressive shape. You needed every advantage.

 “Sure you want to do this?”

 You didn’t need to look to know it was him.

 “Like I have a choice. Look around we’re the animals on display in this zoo.”

 “You’re clever. You know how to get out of it. Since you’re complying it means you want to do this,” he assessed.

 Part of you did. You liked to win, liked to show that you were a force all on your own and that though he was thee master chief, you weren’t second fiddle or even third or fourth. You also wanted to stick it to him. Before removing the pellet, you saw his demeanor and prowess as authority but since removing it you saw a different side. It did speak of authority but he was also overconfident. You didn’t blame him. He knew he was a weapon and was confident in his abilities and power and his know how to complete any mission but he’d never been knocked on his ass by anyone let alone a woman and you desperately wanted to knock him on his ass.

 “Are you afraid master chief?”

 His cheek flicked on one side and it kind of looked like the instinct to smile had came out. However, as soon as it appeared it, it was gone.

 “I see nothing to fear.”

 A proper Spartan answer would have been I don’t feel fear because it was true. Until recently you’d never felt fear and you didn’t even know you were feeling it until Miranda explained human emotion to you and the classifications of them. He should have said he didn’t feel fear. So lost in your observation, you were tempted to probe him further, but Dr. Halsey’s voice interrupted you. The look he gave you said everything you’d always seen—overconfidence. You vowed to yourself to make him eat his words.

 You were the first to walk away and prep yourself to start. You knew the layout and the order of the courses thanks to you going over it once you’d arrived on base. It was lengthy, probably the longest you’d done and that knowledge did make you wonder what to expect.

 “You feel fear.”

 He said it as a statement but it wasn’t a brutal statement, there was a hint of concern in his voice.

 Straightening your back you spoke, “I don’t feel fear. I don’t feel anything.”

 You didn’t look at him but you could feel his eyes on you. Part of you wondered what he was thinking, if he was thinking back to your night together. You were full of shit. You’d felt plenty of things that night. Straightening your back, you kept the goal in mind.

 “I’ve estimated based of your training and abilities; the entire course should take twenty minutes tops. Let’s see if the two of you live up to expectations.”

 You felt like her words were geared to you. Taking a deep breath you waited for the signal, eyes on the lap track. By the looks of it, it was two miles. You centered yourself, and zeroed in your focus. Your eyes tunneled blocking everything else out thanks to one of the many enhancements that had been forced upon you as a Spartan. You counted down in your head and took your stance. The loud alarm sounded and you took off running onto the track. Forcing yourself to remain in tunnel you focused on your speed and keeping pace. Master chief fell in beside you not going faster or slower. He was taunting you. Annoyance filled you and you sped up pulling ahead of him a few inches. Every forty seconds or so you increased your speed getting closer and closer to your recorded top speed—twenty-eight mph.

 After about four minutes you’d already completed one mile and was well into your second, you couldn’t resist the urge to look beside you but there was no one there. Glancing back, master chief was a few paces behind you. He looked to be running leisurely. He even had the gall to be looking around at the scenery. He was allowing you to keep the lead.

 “Don’t let me win!”

 “Who says I am? Maybe you’re just faster 144.”

 He was toying with you.

 An emotion you weren’t familiar with crept up in you. “I guess. Maybe I should have stayed at the club that night to find someone who truly is meant to be my equal.”

 Satisfaction filled you and you couldn’t help but smile. Just then Miranda’s voice sounded in your ear.

 “I can see that smile from here. Remember she is watching. Your smile disappeared. You wanted to ask her how she’d managed this but you couldn’t.

 “It wasn’t hard to find a backdoor to you, I am after all half of her for better or worse.”

 Just then, master chief zoomed past you leaving you to watch him inch closer to the finish line.

 “Son of a--.”

 You picked up your speed maxing out and came up beside him. He didn’t look at you or speak, instead he had a stoic look plastered on his face and that was what irked you the most now. You both ran through the finish line at the same time and on to the next part—wall runs. Keeping your speed and momentum, you propelled onto the wall and proceeded to run up its steep incline keeping step with the monster beside you. When you flipped over it, you soared through the air then dropped onto your legs using one to brace the shock from the drop.

 About a hundred feet away was an impossibly low barb wire obstacle that you were meant to drop down to go under. Again, you and master chief did the action in unison. You slide through using your strength in your core and shoulders. He kept a steady pace which was the best option for him due to his size but because of the same size issue you had to speed up. He had well over a foot on you and it showed. He was the first to climb out, but it was only by a half of a second. Still, it mattered.

 The cheering and applause from those who were lined up along the path egged you on. You didn’t know if they were cheering for you or him. it didn’t matter at this point. You ran then leapt into the air grabbing hold of the hanging rope that was several feet off of the ground above a pit of thick black tar. Master chief beside you climbed the rope like a champion clearing each knotted rung easily as if the task was as easy as climbing steps. He barely made a sound except for the occasional grunt that threatened to break you out of concentration mode.

 The ten-foot climb up the rope finally ended, and you hoisted yourself onto a long beam barely wider than four inches. The test of balance and agility. With this, you held an advantage because of your size and you made lite work of it giving yourself a ten second lead. Hoping to capitalize on it, you ran the rest of the way and jumped onto the rope for the Tyrolean Traverse Rope Slide that would bring you across the remainder of the tar pit and onto even terrain. This was a test of strength and hand and body coordination. It was another thing your size would aid you in.

 As you were clearing the halfway point you saw master chief pass you again. The man was insufferable you thought to yourself with little annoyance. How could you be annoyed, he was after all the best. Your desire to beat him had you deciding on a stupid maneuver, one you would probably regret, you hugged the rope in the crook of your arm and wrapped your ankles firmly around it then allowed the decline of the rope to side you down the remainder pushing ahead of him once again. You ignored the burn you felt through the black leotard and kept your eyes on the prize.

 Once you cleared the tar then flipped onto your feet, you ran across the rocky ground to the next course then easily leaped over the obstacle that was half your size. You could see there were eight more just like it with different exit points. The next you had to go through. Just as easily you jumped through it coming through in a roll. You could feel him beside you keeping up and mirroring your movements. From a bystanders perspective, it would look as if you were equally matched. On the last pass, an under maneuver, you hurried to the table that held three different weapons.

 Grabbing the blindfold off the rope, you pulled it over your head and began disassembling each weapon. The first took you just under eighteen seconds, the second ten and the last eight. You heard master chief slam the last part to the table seconds before you. The two of you ran neck and neck to the inclined wall. You were feeling the burn of tired limbs. Grabbing the rope on the first try you pulled yourself doing your best to keep in step with him. Glancing over to him, you caught his eyes already on you. He’d broken a sweat now, and his features betrayed the exertion he was going through.

 “Always a fighter,” he grunted out.

 “Don’t ever forget, master chief!”

 Making it over the top, you slid down the opposite side then ran across to the multi rings that were arranged in a maze. You quickly computed the path through it and proceeded. Once you made it to the fourth ring, master chief was there reaching for the same one, you glared at him but your were met with amusement behind his beautiful hazel eyes. You refused to concede. It was him who let it go and went a different direction. Seconds later, he was there again attempting to take your ring. Frustrated you let it go and braced your hands on his shoulder hoisting yourself onto him using him as a steppingstone. You then climbed on top of the contraption that held the rings and ran across it.

 “Gaah!”

 You’d caught him off guard and your confidence inflated. Flipping off the top, you easily landed on your feet and ran to the A-frame structure with a whole six second lead. When you began climbing the structure you felt master chief grab your ankle and pull you back. It was a long-standing tradition of these games that sabotage was not frowned upon—it was welcomed. Holding onto one of the rungs in the frame, you held on tightly refusing to let him bring you down. He used the pull on your ankle as leverage to leap onto the structure just above you. Glaring at him, you continued to climb up. When you were beside him you opened your mouth to chastise him, but the shaking distracted you.

 Looking up you saw a large skull crushing boulder falling and coming right to you. Master chief pulled you to him helping you escape injury. Your body was flush against his, he was the one holding you and himself up and against the frame. Your heart skipped a beat, but more shaking brought both your attention up where another stone was quickly coming for both of you. Pressing your foot onto his perched thigh, you propelled yourself into the air and on his left side. Before you could rest another rock came tumbling down, your rolled along the frame avoiding it and the other that fell beside you.

 You and master chief had your backs pressed against the wood waiting for the next move. The structure shook more forcefully than ever and you saw five boulders rolling down all along the frame. There was no dodging them. You peeped over to him and the strategizing look he gave you said he was thinking the same thing as you. Nodding in unison, you both leapt into action jumping into the air and using your strength to either kick the rocks away or crush them. Once you reduced one to rubble, you moved to the next and the next. With the last one, master chief held his hands out lacing the fingers giving you a stepping perch, you took it and leapt into the air. At the last moment, you grabbed the collar of his leotard and took him with you, propelling yourself over the A-frame and onto the ground past it.

 You exchanged complex looks. Both of you still clearly in competitive mode but also recognizing and acknowledging that though you were competitive one thing never changed. The ease of how you worked together. You always worked well together and no obstacle ever proved to be more than you could handle when you were on the same team. Both of you came to your senses at the same time and continued on.

 For the next several minutes, you maneuvered through the outlined obstacles that got more and more complex. The atlas stones must have weighed over forty pounds and carrying them for longer than a few minutes at this stage in the games was almost like torture. Still neither of you gave up. When you made it through the minefield swing neither of you dared to sabotage the other. You wanted him knocked down a peg or two but not dead or injured. He may be acting like an ass, but you couldn’t bear the thought of him in danger. His words echoed in your head from your night together.

 “Do you expect me to put you in the most dangerous of situations knowing the probability of you not making it out? Do you think I’m going to have you anywhere near a situation that can backfire?”

 “That’s the job, sir!”

 “The job. Yeah, it’s the job, but fuck, I can’t do it with you!”

 Anxiousness took over in your stomach and in the process of assembling one of your disassembled weapons you dropped a piece.

 “Fuck!”

 You felt his hesitation beside you, but it wasn’t a long one. He ran off gaining an eight second advantage. When you made it to the VR target practice, he was already immersed in the program. Slipping on the helmet you went through the targets, shooting the various enemines of the UNFC while avoiding civilians that posed no threat. The ones that posed a threat you opted to sedate and turn over for interrogation. It took about six minutes to go through the full simulation. You knew to get a perfect score you had to make the right calls as well as complete headshots.

 Advancing to the VR minefield you realized this one was a refreshed version, one you weren’t familiar with. You knew how to move through one but that didn’t mean you could move carelessly. All minefields held a puzzle within the puzzle. The goal was to avoid the mines but the puzzle was figuring out the pattern of it all. once you did that, the rest was simple.

 Figuring out that pattern took you a few minutes longer than normal, you knew many minds had collaborated on this one. As soon as you found the glitch and the clue, you ran with it and side stepped all of them. Only when you’d cleared the field did you remove your helmet. Looking up, you saw your score highlighted on the jumbotron. It was another tie with master chief. Only taking a few seconds to get your mind back in the game, you avoided his eyes.

 After another barbed wire crawl, and a turn on the battle chains, you made it to the civilian bags. Each of them weighed at least fifty pounds and all eight of them had to be carried to safety. Master chief managed to carry two at a time for the majority of his trips and you tried to follow his lead no matter how much your body was screaming at you and begging for rest. After dropping the last one, you staggered just as master chief did beside you. Not wanting him to take the lead again, you began running to the pool of water that was near the starting point you’d ran from almost eighteen minutes prior.

 After stripping off your black leotard you remained in your undergarments. Jumping into it, you sunk to the bottom and stood there holding your breath. The goal was four minutes. If this had been done before all the other exercises it would have been a piece of cake but now at the end it was like tempting death because not only was your entire body tired, your lungs were spent. This was meant to test the limits of your lung augmentations. It was a well know fact that the UNFC wanted to expand its reach to more planets and they didn’t want to skip one because of the amount of the discrepancy between the land and water ratio.

 Looking beside you, master chief stood there a perfect statue in no distress in his undergarment as well. He didn’t look as if he’d just done a marathon of muscle depleting exercises. He looked like he could go for more. His stamina was astonishing. Your eyes roamed his body taking in the details that had first made your mouth water and fingertips itch to touch. He was the perfect frame, muscular and strong with wide shoulders and a stance that commanded respect and power. Even with his body being marred by a plethora of battle and augmentation scars he was still perfect to you. It was the first time you’d felt another feeling you’d never felt before but couldn’t identify. It was strong and made your chest tighten and expand.

 When he looked at you, he held your eyes. They were soft. He didn’t look like master chief under here. He looked like John—the man, not the weapon. You’d seen this man before. You continued trying to regulate your racing heart but the memories swirling through you would not cooperate. With each memory of his hand on some part of your body or his lips against your skin you could barely function. However when you remembered his words a few weeks ago, it felt like an ice bath.

 “None of it means anything, it never has. None of it will ever happen again.”

 Cutting your eyes at him you looked away and closed them. You could do this. Before you knew it, four agonizing minutes were up, and you still had a ten second lead on him. Climbing out of the pool, you panted as water dripped off of your exposed body. Your muscles ached, lungs burned and you were sure you were minutes from crashing. Ahead you saw the final part. A sea of tendrils hung down before the opening of the hanger. It looked like handing crystalized beads but you knew better, they were single strand tendrils of pure and raw electricity. There were tens of them and they all totaled just about ten thousand volts. You were supposed to run through it and take the charge.

 You’d been struck by electricity before—several times actually and each time almost put you on your ass. You were not looking forward to it. on shaky legs you approached the most pain you’d ever put yourself through willingly. Master chief’s animalistic groan brought your attention back to him. He was coming up behind you. Swallowing the fear, you ran to the tendrils and took a deep breath. Without any more thought you ran through them. Stifling your shouts, you held them in and picked up speed the best you could. Everywhere the tendrils touched you ached and thanks to the water on your skin the ache was ten times worse. This exercise was meant to cripple any man. It was meant to separate men from beasts. To your left John was going through the same pain as you but the only evidence of it was a grimace here or there and the tight clench of his fists. Seeing the clearing you made a mad dash to get out.

 Both you and master chief made it through at the same time and both of you dropped to your knees once you had needing some time to catch your breath.

 “Spartans—get in--,” master chief gritted out with much effort.

 Panting your body began to shake, “G—g—get the—job—d—done.”

 He groaned loudly again. “N—no--.” He made it to one foot.

 You began to stand as well. It took much longer than you liked but you managed it. your eyes landed on each other.

 “No matter what,” you both said together.

 “Equals,” John said.

 Tere was softness to his expression, softness that made your heart skip a beat.

 “Equals,” you repeated.

 As if on cue, both of you took off for the finish line at the same time. You both gave it everything you had left and after a minute or two, you both crossed the line at the same time, one minute ahead of Halsey’s estimated time for completion of the course.

 The cheers were deafening but it was all muffled. You could barely focus on anything besides your delirium.

 Everything else that transpired, went by in a blur of words and movement. Before being dismissed to clean up, you glanced at the screens to see your time. It was .20 seconds ahead of his. It was barely a victory but it was still a win you’d never let him live down.

 Sometime later after the commotion of the games settled and the thrill of the competition between many soldiers cooled down and the egos of those in power enlarged bigger than their being could hold night settled the crowds at the base dispersed. Many of the soldiers, were now shooting the breeze, relishing a rare night of down time where they could be themselves. There was no supervision because all of the higher ups were now rubbing elbows to discuss the games and their perceived accomplishments while Halsey most likely tried to milk billions more from them.

 The water beaming down and against your body from the multiple shower heads felt sublime. The heat from the water coupled with the low light therapy was working miracles against the aches that still hung around. Though you and all the Spartans were able to heal faster than the average human it didn’t mean you were completely healed. Placing your hands on your head you flinched feeling the tightness of overworked muscles and the burn from the rope. You knew the move was a mistake but seeing that .20 second difference made it worth it.

 You turned off the water then stepped out of your shower. Rather than pulling on a robe, you walked to the dryer mist and slowly rotated giving the device the chance to shoot out sterilized and heated mist that would suck up the water off of you. When you walked out of the bathroom, the only evidence of your shower was your wet hair. You walked to the full-length mirror and took in your body. All across your skin there were pea sized blotches from the electric tendrils. As you took in the damage you couldn’t help but slip back into detached mode. You’d gone so long with that pellet you knew how you should be acting. Often times, you found yourself doing things or saying things off of muscle memory and learned behavior.

 Ding, Ding, Ding. Ding, Ding, Ding.

 You felt like it was Miranda coming to check on your healing. You quickly grabbed the teal colored robe that was strewn across the foot of your bed and wrapped it around yourself. It reached to your ankles but thanks to the array of slits in the fabric much of your skin was still on display. At the door you pressed the button to open the thick glass. When it slide to the side, it wasn’t Miranda’s short frame you were met with. It was John’s massive one. He stood in your doorway, towering over you, with one hand behind his neck and the other at his side. When he realized you’d opened the door, he stood more rigidly before he went back to an at ease stance. Odd you thought.

 Something told you to wait and let him speak first, so you did. However, he didn’t look like he intended to speak. His eyes raked across your body in the slowest way. He looked like he was taking in every single detail. By the time his head dipped to your legs, your breathing was betraying the slew of emotions that were bubbling within you. Soon he’d be able to tell that he affected you and you in fact did feel. His eyes remained glued to your legs. Part of you regretted your clothing option but the other part felt bold—defiant. You wanted to give him more to look at.

 Pushing one of your legs out further, you perched on your tip-toes giving him an elongated view of your entire leg, up your thigh to where your pelvis met your thigh bone. Falling into the trap, his eyes went to that thigh bone and you watched him lick his lips. You were seconds away from throwing yourself into his arms, seconds from dropping the robe and pressing your flesh against him.

 “Can I help you with something master chief?”

 His eyes met yours but just his eyes. They were dark and hooded with a storm brewing within them. He took a step forward placing himself just under your door frame right in the way of the path the sliding door would have to travel to close.

 “What if I am here to help you with something?”

 “What could I possibly need help with, sir?”

 He took another step, now leaving a sliver of space between you. He reached for you, then took your arm holding it just below your elbow. He then slid the material up to reveal the violent looking rash and bruise that hadn’t gone away yet.

 “I’m fine.”

 To prove you wrong he touched the spot. With no gentleness to his touch you flinched, pulling your arm back.

 “I see that.”

 John walked past you into your quarters leaving you standing there. This was the first time he’d been inside. There was never a need.

 “You shouldn’t be here.”

 “I’m the master chief, I can be anywhere I want,” he replied.

 You scoffed. He really thought he owned the galaxy. You turned and saw him take a seat in front of the oversized couch.

 “Are you afraid of me being here, 144?”

 This was the fourth time he’d implied you felt fear. You had to know.

 “Are you?”

 He took a deep breath and looked away. “I’m not afraid of being here,” he said. “That’s not it.”

 The last part was under his breath and you almost missed it but thank you enhancements you picked it up. Pressing the button you closed your door and walked over to where he sat then sat in front of him on the couch. You didn’t bother to arrange the slits in the robe to cover your legs. It was pointless.

 “It was a stupid move.”

 “What?”

 He nudged his head to your arm. You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

 “Whatever. I still won.”

 “You didn’t win. A twentieth of a second isn’t a win,” he objected as he took your arm and rolled your sleeve up. In his right hand he revealed a small jar that you hadn’t noticed before.

 “A twentieth, a fifth, or even a fourth are all wins. Don’t’ be a sore loser.”

 Your taunting had no outward effect.

 “I won, but it doesn’t mean I’m better.”

 “Are you saying I’m better?”

 He stuck a chunky finger at the opening of the jaw and a gooey, opaque substance poured out onto it. You watched as he wiped the goo onto your injury with much more gentleness than you’d expected. It was cold but instantly any discomfort you’d been feeling went away.

 “What is this?”

 “Fugaka salve. Halsey is experimenting with the carcasses we bring back and their blood can be altered to make the stuff. It has impressive healing abilities,” he explained.

 “And she gave you some—her precious 117.”

 John paused then looked at you. “What is your problem with Halsey?”

 “I see through the illusion she makes you all see.”

 “I am under no illusions about Dr. Halsey. I see her for what she is,” he quickly rebuffed.

 You studied him.

 “And what do you see?”

 His eyes met yours. “An opportunist who is out for herself under the guise of saving the human race who will do anything moral or immoral to build in her image.”

 You were stunned. All of that sounded—authentic. Like it was a pellet free thought. A free thought. That couldn’t have been a glitch in Halsey’s programing. He couldn’t have been experiencing a malfunction. Biting your bottom lip, you chewed it. He held your gaze, but he didn’t speak again. The pain you’d felt in your arms was gone and all that remained was the feeling of his large, calloused hands on your skin. He was still rubbing the goo onto you. The slow circles he was swirling on your flesh became distracting. You wanted to know what was off.

 “Ask me.”

 Searching his eyes, you tried to find the right words.

 “If you aren’t afraid of being here…then what are you afraid of?”

 He didn’t answer right away, he took his time. When he closed his eyes and dropped his head you felt like he wasn’t going to answer. You softly sighed and began pulling your arms back. John gripped them, holding you right where you were. Steadily his grip tightened holding you more forcefully but not to hurt you.

 When he spoke, it was a whisper that you only caught the ending of. Ooh? What was that?

 “What?”

 John groaned, then released you dropping his balled fists onto his massive thighs.

 “If you see through Halsey why don’t you tread on the side of caution? Do you know what she does to those who don’t perform optimally? Those who are below her designs?”

 You didn’t answer. There was no need to. You knew how deadly she was. He looked up then and right into your eyes.

 “Why do you feel the need to put yourself in more danger?”

 The questions hung between the two of you as he searched your eyes with his pleading ones for an answer.

 “Do you wish to live—truly or merely exist?”

 Something in his eyes flickered just before he began to turn his head. Not wanting to lose the intimacy of the moment, you touched his cheek keeping his head there making him look at you. His eyes softened.

 “I—want to truly live. I want to live fully, freely, passionately, completely, openly. I don’t want to just exist. I need to live in every way possible, to experience everything imaginable from the joys, to the sorrows to—love. I don’t know what any of them truly are but I want to live it all.”

 You saw that your words registered and you saw that he understood them. He wasn’t confused of your meaning, or how you could have even said them. He looked like he understood and may have even wanted the same.

 “Don’t you want that—John?”

 You felt his jaw clench underneath your palm, and you smoothed his stubbled jaw. He turned his head slightly, so his bottom lip was against the heel of your palm but he didn’t move any further, instead he inhaled deeply, taking in your scent.

 “Want.”

 The way he said it, made your stomach flutter and your heart race.

 “Want,” you repeated.

 He searched your eyes again, this time erratically. You could feel you were losing him.

 “I want John—I really want,” you whispered sliding to the edge of the couch getting closer to his face.

 You continued to feel his jaw and cheek then brought your other hand to take one of his free ones. You slowly traced your fingers along the back of it taking in every detail. They were much larger than yours, and the veins protruded more prominently but his skin was surprisingly softer than expected. When you get got to his fingers you trailed your four down four of his until your fingertips touched. It was there you hesitated. You wondered if you continued would he pull away from you and tell you he felt nothing. You actually feared he would.

 “I—w—w—want,” John stuttered.

 “What do you want?”

 Long seconds passed and the silence  quickly became maddening. Something was holding him back. You saw his eyes change before he made a move. They were no longer clear and bright, they looked clouded. Without a word, he stood and walked back to the door he’d come through. He pressed the button and left.

 Just like that, he was gone.

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[tuberculosis-bot-9000]

Casual reminder that Kaleesh have thermal pits and heat vision. I feel like not enough people remember/care about this. Give Kaleesh thermal pit mustaches 2k22!

[felrend]

Valor Serge - part 4

[yautja-lover]

City of Angels - Angst/Fluff One Shot

Scout! Predator x Female! Reader

Summary:After running away from your crazed ex you decided to move out to Los Angeles for a new start, you weren't expecting to be taken-in by the Lost Predators.

Author's Note:Inspired by Predator 2 (1990 film) this one shot is set, several years after the Los Angeles hunting party back in 1997.

Warning:Mentioned of the reader being in abusive relationship and taking advantage of in the past.

Song Lyrics:Yes Girl written by Bea Miller

You've been driving on the road, non-stop turning on the radio to help pass the time "Up next is Bea Miller and her first single 'Yes Girl' following her debt album 'Not An Apology'." as the song played you get a whiplash of flashbacks.

Could tell you what you wanna hear

Cause the truth is always in the way

Images of your ex plagues your mind of him taking you from behind, short and quick before he pulled out coming on your ass and back leaving you unsated and unsatisfied.

I never wanna live in fear

I don't wanna hold back all the things I need to say

Say yay, Say yay

Then it escalated once you told your ex that wanting to breakup with him which made him furious and started beating you into submission to stay with him. "Listen to me you little shit. Your NOT leaving me, do you hear me? Your MINE to fuck. MINE!!"he shouted, as he takes you brutally by force.

As the chorus of the song played in the background of your car, another image starts of you packing your things to leave him while your ex is at work. Taking a bus to your parents house.. unaware that your childhood is gone.

I got you figured out, you need to have control

You think that I don't know you, I know you, I know

Trying to tell you now, I've been doing what you want

But I won't be your yes girl, no, not anymore

Just let me go, Just let me go

Won't be your yes girl, no, not anymore

Just let me go (just let me go) Just let me go (just let me go)

Won't be your yes girl, no, not anymore

Knocking on your parents door, not at all expecting to find a new family living in your childhood home.. everything became a blur as the wife and mother of two kids explain that the past owners of their home, in which were your parents had died in a car accident.

You stopped at a local diner to get yourself something to eat, as you look for a place to stay and start a new life.. while you wait for your food you have another flashback of your ex when he used to be sweet.

You used to always let me in (you used always let me in)

Do you even know you changed? (do you even know you changed?)

And now you're my favorite sin, oh

'Cause I'm either on your side or you're a mile away, oh

Oh

Another flashback happens of you sitting in a comfy and familiar chair inside of an elderly woman's home, who was your parents neighbor and use to be your babysitter as a child.. she told you that she has something for you, that was given to her just before your parents died. You were just sitting there staring blankly at the cup of tea in your hand until she returned with an envelope full of money "Your boyfriend insisted on that you didn't need it.. but I held on to it, just in case.."she said handing it to you to- wait.. WHAT?? He knew?!.. and he didn't tell me?!.. you thought.

I got you figured out, you need to have control

You think that I don't know you, I know you, I know

Trying to tell you now, I've been doing what you want

But I won't be your yes girl, no, not anymore

Just let me go, Just let me go

Won't be your yes girl, no, not anymore

Just let me go (just let me go) Just let me go (just let me go)

Won't be your yes girl, no, not anymore

Staring at yourself in the mirror of the bathroom for what felt like hours before glancing down at the box of hair dye setting on the counter, then took one last look at your appearance. You've never died your hair before, you've wanted to.. but never got a chance to considering your ex told you not to, but not anymore.

Goodbye to the old you...

Woah, Woah, no

I won't do it anymore

I won't do it anymore

...and hello to the new you.

Staring into the new reflection of yourself in the mirror admiring your new hair color that's representing your new found freedom 'cheers to the new me.' you thought to yourself while taking a sip of your beverage.

That one question the elderly woman asked you before you left her home goes unanswered "Where will you go, dear?" that one unanswered question lingered your mind, as you drove in the car that you bought with cash in hand.. it lingered in your mind, as you sat at the local diner for food.. just like it lingered in your head, as you changed your hairstyle.

I got you figured out, you need to have control

You think that I don't know you, I know you, I know

Trying to tell you now, I've been doing what you want

But I won't be your yes girl, no, not anymore

Just let me go (just let me go) Just let me go (just let me go)

Won't be your yes girl, no, not anymore

Just let me go (just let me go) Just let me go (just let me go)

Won't be your yes girl, no, not anymore

As you drove into the next city and found a nice little place to live in, the lingered unanswered question has reached it's end...

"Where will you go, dear?", you hear yourself say "Los Angeles."

Not anymore

In less than a week, you've gotten settled in your new home and even found a job a few blocks down from where you live. You remained alert and cautioned yourself around any males, including turning down anyone's offer when they asked you out or even make an attempt to flirt with you.. you seemed unfazed by it and carried on not wanting to deal with any type of sexual relationship, with what happened with your ex. You kept yourself guarded or at least.. so you thought, you have just gotten done with your shift and found that all four of your tires were slashed "shit.." your blood ran cold when you also found a note attached to your car door that read...

I'm coming for you bitch!

From just the handwriting alone you knew EXACTLY, who it was from.. your ex.

So you ran from the parking lot of your job to your house but you somehow ended up in the woods by making a wrong turn in the dark.. in which your ex chases after you, unaware that was another predator lurking in the shadows above the trees. You came across to a dead end in the woods forcing you to turn around and face him "You really shouldn't have run away from me." he said in a pissed off voice. "I told you, I don't want to be with you anymore!!" you shouted at him, which only pissed him off even further "Well, then.."he said as the pupils of his eyes grew dark "..I guess, I'll just have to kill you." he added causally while pulling out a dagger.

A series of clicks and growls could be heard that didn't sound human causing your ex to pause "What the fuck-?!" he exclaimed in confusion, as he turned around to face his doom while you instinctively covered your eyes and drop to your knees shaking in fear. Hearing him cry out in both pain and agony, along with the sounds of flesh being sliced open before you heard your ex's limp body collapse to the ground with a thud. You didn't dare look, let alone move from your position... your gut instinct was telling you to not move and not look threatening, so you remain in your spot.

Until you heard heavy footsteps coming your way before coming to a hault peaking through your fingers you saw the things feet it looked to have some type of reptilian skin, it makes more clicking sounds that sounded soft and gentle as if it were coaxing you to look at them. In a way... it did as you slowly raise your head while lowering your hands to see, the reptilian creature stood at least seven feet tall wearing a silver bio-helmet covering it's face as long black dreadlocks with beads drapes from its head just above it's shoulders, dressed in armor-like shoulder pads, a wristblade and wrist gauntlet, along with a lioncloth and belt to cover him?

He then stood to the side and gestured out his hand for you to follow him, as you slowly rose to your feet a large alien spaceship appeared along with eight more of those reptilian creatures that stood infront of the ship only three of them wore a bio-helmet while the other five show-off their face, which is an arthropod-like with four mandibles and no visible nose making you freeze in your tracks at the sight. The one behind you pressed itself up against your backside and starts purring, putting you at ease as the one that has brown eyes with grey and black dreadlocks (which you assume is the leader) stretched out it's hand while the others tilts their head at you and clicks before you enter their ship.

[parasolids]

idk if ive ever met a starbucks barista who wasnt just the absolute sweetest person ive ever met like i remember the baristas next to my high school started remembering my order and one time i was just getting changed in the starbucks bathroom and the baristas were like yeah whatever man here's the code and the other day i spelled out my ethnic name to the barista and he was like "how do you pronounce that? just so i can remember next time you come thru here" and i dont even go to starbucks particularly often so idk why he had the idea but it was still really nice of him. shoutout to all the starbucks baristas out there for making nice drink and being friendly it is the highlight of my day sometimes i love u guys i hope yall unionize