#quickfire questions

[clairedelune-13]

“How do you take your coffee?”

Catherine Tate: A coffee milkshake!

David Tennant: BLACK!

[monstersandmaw]

Top 3 favourite Monster species?

It’s like a quick fire round. I love it!

Werewolves

Orcs

Dryads/spooky looking forest guardian types…

[skyriderwednesday]

Hmm, I like running daft little Holmes and Watson polls (though now you can actually edit posts with polls in them, maybe I should set them up on desktop so I can link the corresponding ones, rather than on my phone while I'm at work--)

What should I do next?

[celestialulu]

this isnt funny anymore because even when im trying to revise or learn maths my brain connects it to nalu how is this happening

[robo-dino-puppies]

(quickfire questions with david tennant and catherine tate)

[hungriestheidi]

60 Seconds Quickfire Lifestyle Questions

[izzy-hands]

Quickfire Questions With The Witcher: Blood Origin Cast [x]

[freeuselandonorris]

I wish you’d write a fic where lando tries different antics to get oscar to lose his cool a bit (both in the bedroom and out ig)!

HELLO ANON thank you for this delicious prompt! i actually ended up going off in a slightly different direction to what you asked for because it sort of ran away with me, so i hope you still enjoy it ❤️

The first time he does it, it’s an accident, although Oscar doesn’t seem to think so. 

It’s a couple of minutes before the start of FP2 and the garage is a hive of activity. Ted Kravitz is stood about ten feet away, pointing energetically at something from the mouth of the garage. There are at least three cameras within shooting distance. So Lando doesn’t think much of it when he squeezes past Oscar, shifting him out of the way by the hips to get to his cubbyhole, because there’s no thought behind it other than Oscar is standing in the way and it’s too loud to say excuse me. When Lando’s hands make contact with his racesuit, Oscar jumps. Lando laughs, pats his back and carries on, thinking nothing more of it.

“Did you do that on purpose?” Oscar asks accusingly, after the session when they’re waiting to leave.

Lando squints, mystified. Racks his brains to figure out whether he’d accidentally cut Oscar up on track or blocked him on a fast lap. “Do what?”

“In the garage,” Oscar says. He’s watching Lando with a funny expression, eyes locked on his face. He wets his lips. “When you—” He stops, eyes snapping to his feet. 

“What?” Lando says. It’s funny — for all Oscar looks supremely unbothered by basically everything, reacting to stress and joy alike with little more than an eyebrow raise, he does have one tell. He blushes more easily than almost anyone Lando’s ever met, except maybe Morgan, who’s got the excuse of being ginger.

“Never mind,” Oscar says. He’s so red. “I just thought — when you came past me. I thought you were too close on purpose.”

Huh. Lando tilts his head, studying Oscar. “Nope. Sorry, mate. Won’t happen again.”

“No,” Oscar says hastily, before Lando’s even finished speaking. “It’s fine. It wasn’t — It’s fine.”

His face is scarlet now, the flush spreading right across his nose and cheeks. Even his ears are pink. 

Interesting. 

The second time he does it, they’re alone. In a lift, to be exact, which means Lando only has about fifteen seconds. By virtue of being in the executive suites, they’re both posted to the top floor, and the lift that had been full of various team personnel empties out suddenly on floor seven, leaving them leaning against the back handrail, alone. 

Lando leans over, tips his head onto Oscar’s shoulder and yawns exaggeratedly. “Wow,” he says airily. “I’m beat.”

Their heights don’t match up properly for this at all. Lando’s ear is squashed against Oscar’s shoulder. He feels Oscar go still for a few seconds, and then, abruptly, his shoulder drops. Like he’s listing deliberately to one side, lowering his shoulder for Lando’s head to fit.

Lando bites back a smile, nestles into the curve of Oscar’s throat. Twists his head so his breath gusts out against the soft skin. Breathes in deep. “Wow, Osc, you smell good. New cologne?” 

His head jiggles as Oscar swallows hard. “No. Nope. Same one as always.”

“Hmm,” Lando says, and presses his nose into Oscar’s shoulder, revelling in Oscar’s shuddery inhale. “Maybe I’ve just not been close enough to notice before.”

The third time, they’re being filmed. They’re in a conference room downstairs at the hotel, sun streaming through the windows, backing out onto some tennis courts Lando quite fancies getting onto later, if he gets chance. They’ve been positioned next to each other on an uncomfortable sofa, answering quickfire questions for some YouTube channel Lando’s never heard of. His back is killing him, or at least that’s the excuse he’ll use if anyone asks why he he swings his feet up off the floor and drops them into Oscar’s lap. 

Oscar stops halfway through a sentence, stammering to a halt. His hands hover in midair, awkward. 

Lando wriggles his feet, feeling the muscles in Oscar’s thighs. They’re so firm, even through the rubber of his soles.

“Sorry,” Oscar says to the interviewer, who’s looking at them bemusedly. He turns to Lando. “Really, mate?”

Lando shrugs, doesn’t move his feet. Smiles the smile that let him get away with being a little shit at school. After a moment, Oscar’s hands settle on top of his trainers, curled tentatively around his feet.

“Okay,” the interviewer says. “Let’s go again.”

Afterwards, Oscar stands up quickly, dislodging Lando’s feet so fast his trainers squeak on the polished floor when they land. He yanks his hoodie down over his hips, but not before Lando sees it. Hard not to, really, given that he’s still sat down at crotch height. The front of Oscar’s jeans, stretched out, just a bit. 

“Oh,” Lando says stupidly. 

“Shut up,” Oscar says tightly, out of the corner of his mouth. “Swear to God.”

Lando nods and struggles to his feet. Prays he hasn’t taken it too far. He’s half-expecting Oscar to make his excuses and disappear, but he sticks around to exchange pleasantries with the team. Makes jokes like nothing’s up, beckons Lando when they’re dismissed and strolls out alongside him, whistling between his teeth. Lando’s just starting to think that maybe he’d imagined the whole thing, when Oscar turns to him.

“Come to my room,” he says. Just like that, no preamble, no beating around the bush. 

Lando nods, falls into step alongside him.

Lando’s barely got the door shut before Oscar’s shoving him up against it. Pinning Lando back with his hands bracketed around Lando’s biceps, staring down at him. And then he stops. Uncertainty flickers across his face.

“What is this?” he says, quiet and tense. 

Lando blinks. “What do you—”

“No,” Oscar cuts him off. “Don’t bullshit me.”

He doesn’t look angry. His gaze flicks between Lando’s eyes and mouth. His lips part. Goosebumps break out all down Lando’s arms, starting at the point where Oscar’s warm hands wrap around him. 

“Do you like it?” Lando says, squirming against the doorway. Looking up into Oscar’s dark eyes. 

Oscar kisses him. Same way he’d asked: no fucking about. His teeth click against Lando’s with the force of it, tongue dipping inside Lando’s mouth and retreating, a maddening tease. 

Lando’s gasping for breath by the time they break apart. His skin burns, prickly like he’s starting with flu, only good. He grabs Oscar’s wrist, wrenches it away from his arm and shoves it under his hoodie. They both gasp when Oscar’s hand touches skin, Lando sucking in his belly involuntarily. 

“You’ve been driving me fucking mental,” Oscar says, a low growl. Lando shudders and lets his head thud back against the door. Oscar’s fingers curl into the soft space below his ribs. “You know that? Can barely think straight, sitting there wondering when you’re gonna do it again.”

“Hardly even done anything,” Lando mutters. 

Oscar scoffs, but his eyes are soft. He grips the bottom of Lando’s hoodie and the shirt underneath, pulling them up far enough to expose his stomach, and looks at the skin on display. Lando arches his back, squirming under the scrutiny.

Holding the fabric up, Oscar scrapes the nails of his other hand in one long line down Lando’s stomach, letting them snag in the waistband of his joggers at the end of the trail. His nails leave streaks of fire down Lando’s skin. He can’t help but imagine it, even though he can’t see past his clothes: pink lines, marks on his skin, put there by Oscar. 

Oscar ducks in again, kisses him for a few destabilising seconds. This time, when they separate, he stays close enough that Lando can see the tiny, distorted reflections of himself in Oscar’s dark eyes. He brings one hand up, cupping the back of Oscar’s neck, where the hair is short and soft. 

“Yeah,” Oscar breathes. Abruptly, Lando realises he’s trembling, his entire body shivering with desire. He might have wanted this for a lot longer than he’s let himself think about. “Yeah, I like it.”

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Anon Asks: Mr. & Mrs. Ward

Since Baxter’s DLC has launched there’s been various questions about Baxter’s terrible parents. I don’t want to single out the asks specifically since the answers are highly negative and no one should feel bad simply for wondering.

So, some quickfire factoids about the Wards are that they’re bigots about very many things, they won’t ever appear in OL1 or OL2, Baxter will always keep them out of his life once he’s grown, I’m not gonna answer lighthearted questions about their personalities/interests, and your MC would have to disown their own mothers to even have a hope of gaining their approval (and it likely still wouldn’t work). They’re not worth your time, haha.

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[ffsg0jo]

I loved your Ramadan works with the JJK characters. It's so nice to see another muslimah who writes for JJK :)). I am not sure if you are still actively posting, but would you consider writing a piece with the cast's reaction to the hijab and abaya? JazakAllah!

jjk characters with a muslim/hijabi reader [gojo edition]

gojo x reader [platonic or romantic it's open to interpretation]

w/c: 955 words

a/n: i got so carried away writing gojo's i realised if i added more characters, it'd be an incredibly long post. so i took them out and i'm gonna post them over the next couple weeks <33 so far i have megumi, nanami, itadori and nobara lmk if you want anymore characters :)) also guys pls feel free to send requests/suggestions :))

also anon you're the sweetest person every thank you so so much you've single handedly given me motivation to keep writing and ive got more works coming out. i hope you're having an amazing day inshaAllah bestie 💗

Gojo definitely thinks you’re doing a cosplay of some sort. It’s not uncommon in certain parts of Tokyo, so it’s safe to assume so most of the time. Even he’s been mistaken for Kakashi cosplays a lot of the time, with his black get-up and blindfold.

But then he sees you wearing different colour hijabs and abayas, and sometimes even a cute lil jilbabs and it confuses him. Suddenly, the thought occurs to him that maybe you’re not in a 24/7 cosplay, like him, and actually just dress covered head to toe.

As soon as he reaches that epiphany you best believe he pesters you and badgers you for answers. “y/n are you cold? is that why you’re always dressed like that?”

At first, you think it’s funny to give him nonsensical answers because he keeps saying stupid things, but you realise he's being deadly serious. plus, he gets increasingly bothersome, so you eventually get annoyed from all his questioning and just tell him about how you’re a Muslim and observe hijab.

He actually takes it quite seriously and apologises for lowkey making fun of your shitty cosplay in his head. He’s ignorant, not prejudiced, so he defo takes it back and, for once, takes accountability and apologises for his actions. He’s personally not a believer, but he respects it.

Once, you complained about how expensive abayas were becoming and how you just wished someone would just buy you a whole wardrobe of them to all the students, and he happened to overhear.

Literally days later he’s at your door with multiple bags full of abayas and hijabs and all sorts of modest clothing. You’re completely shick shack shook and don’t know what to say. You defo cry and try to hide it with your headscarf.

He barges into your room (after making sure you’re fully covered, he's learnt from that mistake) and spends the next 5 or so hours showcasing each item and telling you where in the world he got it from, the materials and everything.

He has really good taste in colours and styles and knows what would look good on you. You’re literally set for life. Absolutely refuses to let you pay him back. Every single time you mention money, he shuts you down and changes the topic entirely.

In summer he’s shocked you look relatively calm and okay. He’s literally boiling his bum off with a tank top (I’m laughing at imagining Gojo in a white tank top like an immigrant dad lmaoo) and you’re looking as fresh as daisies with everything covered. He asks how you're not melting and you’re waffling to him about airflow and how it’s actually quite breezy, and you’re not wearing anything underneath, so it’s fine, and he stops breathing and short circuits.

He looks at you with his eyes wide, and his sun reddened face goes a shade darker. "You’re not wearing anything underneath?" He takes it the completely wrong way, and you realise what it sounds like, and you’re both a bumbling mess.

It's the first time anyone’s ever seen Gojo that flustered.

Also some quickfire headcanons:

He genuinely thought you slept and showered with your hijab on, so he burst into your room one day and you screamed and he immediately warped somewhere else when he saw you wearing pyjamas (he didn’t see anything above your clothed knees, he panicked and left so quickly plus he was scared to look).

Gets you cute little clips to put on your hijab. He thinks they’re pretty.

Is absolutely devasted you can’t have mochi and some other desserts because they have pork gelatine in them and he always tries to find vegan alternatives.

Purposefully steps on your abaya/dress when it's flowing and he's behind you to annoy you.

Has extra pins pinned onto his uniform for you just in case you need them.

This is a secret he’ll take to his grave, but he actually tried to make you one of his favourite desserts you couldn’t eat (he threatened the bakery for the recipe), but it went so disastrously wrong he gave up and didnt want to face the embarrassment.

I’m talking melted plastic in the oven, small kitchen fire, eyebrows singed, and potential carbon monoxide poisoning bad.

You wore this specific shade of light blue once with a cream khimar, and for some reason, he was absolutely obsessed with that outfit. It wasn't until Nobara pointed out that your outfit matched Gojo's colour scheme did he finally realise why <33

The abaya sizing really confused him and he was so baffled as to what the numbers meant. Wdym size 52 what does that even measure 😭😭

He was faffing about for 2 hours before he realised he could've just googled it, and he felt absolutely stupid about it.

Whenever he sees a bit of your hair accidentally peeking out he covers his eyes and screams at you to "cover yourself woman goddammit". He's so dramatic honestly.

Thinks it’s hilarious seeing you run in your abaya. He thinks its the funniest thing in the world.

Once (he's lying defo more than once) he was zoned out while watching you and his heart started beating faster when he realised how beautiful you are with your long dress blowing in the breeze and your hijab lightly fluttering. You looked ethereal. He didn't know what to think, and he pushed his feelings back down. Deep deep down.

He doesn't need unnecessary feelings complicating things, but for some reason, his heart still yearns for you.

He also makes terrorist jokes about you to you. I will not explain that one, but he 100% does.

© ffsg0jo 2024 — do not plagiarise, repost, modify, or translate any of my work in any way, shape, or form; i will piss in your cereal if you do. all work belongs to me and me only.

[spoilmesweetieforficssake]

Hii, just want to say your work is incredible. I’m particularly in love with this one: https://www.tumblr.com/spoilmesweetieforficssake/720596884449869824/hiii-i-have-to-say-that-i-love-your-work-i-was

Can you make a part 2? I’d love to see Mel with the baby!

I can indeed make part 2 (although this is technically part 3? Part two was here) This has actually been a long time coming, but seeing your lovely message prompted me to push this one out (terrible pun intended).

Sorry this has taken so long (and that I've been a bit MIA) but life, injury and feeling sucky rather got in the way.

Anyway, enough boring real life. I hope you enjoy!

*~*

“Ava, you know how when I went on leave I was gonna have to call you one day and say I need you to arrange cover for Melissa?  Well, today is that day.”

“It’s happening?”

You hold the phone away from your ear at her shriek.  “Yeah,” you breathe, taking a deep breath.  “It’s happening.”

*

One call down, your next call is to Barb.

“Hey, Barb,” you say, trying to sound as light and airy as you can.  “How’s things?”

If Barb hears your sharp intake of breath as another contraction hits she’s tactful enough not to mention it.

“Could you do me a huge favour?  I need you to go and be with Melissa.  There’s something I need to tell her.”

You can practically hear the smile in her voice as she replies.  “Can you give me a few minutes to get to her?”

You try to breathe your way through the contraction, the guidance your midwife had given you and all you’d read all but forgotten in the moment.  “Yeah, I can do that.”

“Do you want me to stay on the phone with you while I find her?  Or would you prefer I not hear you curse your way through this contraction?”

*

Melissa answers her phone on the first ring.  You had promised not to call unless it was important.  You knew from how quickfire her responses to your messages, however, that her phone was always to hand.  Barb may have also let slip that since you had gone on maternity leave the device barely left her hand while she was apart from you.

“Hey.  Hi.  What’s wrong?  Are you okay?”

You can’t help but smile at the quickfire questions.  At the care in her voice.  “Mel, I need you to come home.  It’s time.”

“It’s time?” she repeats, and you can hear her voice waver.  “It’s happening?  It’s really happening?”

You grip the edge of the work surface as another contraction hits with one hand, holding the phone away from your mouth with the other so Melissa can’t hear the change in your breathing as you push down the urge to scream.  “Feels that way!” you manage, letting out a long, slow breath as the moment passes.  “Barb is going to drive so you can stay on the phone.”

The red head looks up to see the kindergarten teacher in the doorway to her classroom. 

“Ready to be a mom?”

*

Melissa was out the car before Barb even had the chance to stop, barrelling out into the driveway and bursting into the house. 

You yelped at the sound of the front door bursting open, even though you’d stayed on the phone with Melissa as she fretted in the passenger seat while her friend drove.  The red head comes to a halt in in front of you, her eyes darting over your face. 

Grabbing her hands as another contraction hits, you try your best to breathe through it. 

“How long in between, sweetheart?” asks Barb with a gentle hand on your back. 

Letting out a long, slow breath, you open your eyes and force a smile at Melissa, who looks terrified as she stands before you.  “Five or six minutes,” you manage. 

“Okay,” breathes the Kindergarten teacher.  “Do you have a bag packed?”

You nod.  “Mel’s had one packed in both cards for weeks.”

“Well you weren’t packing one!” shouts the red head. 

You smile at the outburst.  “And she’s taken them out and washed and repacked them every week,” you add.  You’d told her it was entirely unnecessary, but she’d done it anyway, always making sure to keep a sweater of hers at the top of the bags for you. 

“Wait, every five or six minutes?” asks Melissa, your words finally registering.  “How long has this been happening?”

Ducking your head, you admit you’d felt a but of movement that morning.  “I didn’t want to call and panic you until I knew it was time?”

“You’ve been here all day dealing with this and you didn’t say anything?” hisses Melissa, glaring at you. 

Barb reached over to cover Melissa hand with her own where she gripped you tightly.  “And she’s been dealing with it very well.  Now, are we ready to go?”

Just as she had driven Melissa from the school, it’s Barb who drives you both to the hospital.  The red head sits with you in the back.  You grip her hands, trying not to squeeze too tightly as your contractions continue, seemingly increasing in severity.  You try your best to keep your reactions to a minimum so as not to panic Melissa, earning you a look of sympathy from Barb in the rearview mirror.

At the hospital the red head rushes off to grab a wheelchair.  You can walk, but you don’t make any moves to stop her.  Barb takes your hand as she sees another contraction coming, and with the red head out of earshot you allow yourself a muted scream.  Unfortunately, however, Melissa was quicker than you anticipated and hears the end of it.

“What happened?” she asks, her eyes flitting over your face. 

“Contractions hurt like a bitch,” Barb informs her. 

*

There’s a little bit of confusion when you turn up on the maternity ward, the staff struggling to figure out the dynamic between the three of you.  When the midwife who was at your last check-up appears, however, she’s quick to make a beeline for you. 

“Ah, the three musketeers!” she grins.  “It’s time then?”

You offer her the best smile you can as you grit your teeth through another contraction.

“Contractions are around five minutes apart” offers Barb.

“Time indeed!” chuckles the midwife.  “Come on then, let’s find you a room and introduce this little one to the world.”

Barb offers you a squeeze to your shoulder.  “You’ll do great,” she smiles, before turning to Melissa.  “And so will you.”

The red head is nervous as she’s ever been, worried for you and for the little life that’s about to entirely change hers.  She offers Barb a nod before following you as you’re wheeled into a side room. 

“Now, why don’t we get you a chair?”

“What?  Surely she gets a bed?” asks Melissa.  You were about to have a baby, surely a bed was the least they could give you? 

The midwife chuckles.  “I meant you.”

The red head’s cheeks flush a darker shade than her hair and she’s about to give a snarky reply when you reach for her hand.  She helps you up out of your wheelchair and onto the bed. 

“Last offer on that chair,” smirks the midwife, earning her a glare from the red head.  “Hey, it’s just a suggestion, because if you hit the deck you’re gonna be down there a while.  I’m gonna have my hands full here.”

You don’t have time to be amused before another contraction hits, causing you to grip Melissa’s hand tightly.  She leans into you, leaning her head against yours as you try to breathe through it. 

“You got this,” she says quietly.  “You’re doing so well.”

The small word of praise bring tears to your eyes, screwed tightly shut as they are. 

Melissa looks up at the midwife.  “She’s totally got this, but surely she gets drugs too?”

*

Barb looked up as the midwife approached.  Though technically not family, she was part of your Abbott family and had been allowed to wait in the family room. 

“Thought you might like to know there’s a new addition to the musketeers,” smiles the midwife. 

“Is everyone okay?”  She’d spent her time in the family room praying for you, the baby and for Melissa.  The red head had been as terrified as she’d ever seen her, not even trying to hide it.

“Why don’t you come see for yourself?”

Following the midwife, Barb was led to your room.  She stood quietly in the doorway for a moment, smiling at the sight before her.  You were reclining in the bed, a warm, gentle smile on your lips as you looked over to where Melissa cradled a precious bundle in her arms.  The red head, meanwhile, looked down at the child in her arms with so much love, her fingers gentle as she adjusted the tiny hat on the baby’s head. 

“She’s a she,” whispered Melissa as she caught sight of her friend hovering in the doorway, tears sparkling in her eyes.  The sex of the baby was something they had all been aware of, but somehow it was a fresh new miracle to see the tiny baby in the flesh, all pink skin and perfect features. 

Barb smiled at her friend, looking to you for permission before entering the room and moving to look over her friend’s shoulder at the delicately wrapped bundle.  “She’s perfect.”  She looks over at you, a wide smile on her lips.  “You did good.”

You continue to look lovingly at the red head holding your daughter, the whole scene better than any dream you could have come up with.  “Yeah, I did.”

*

“How’s everyone doing?”

You look up at the midwife’s words.  “Still struggling to believe this is all actually real.”

“Oh it’s real,” chuckles the woman.  “Just wait till the diapers and night feeds.  Then it’ll feel all too real.  Now I know it’s early, but technically it is visiting time.  If you’re up to it there’s a few people here who I think might like to meet this little lady?”

*

You hope you’ve not forever turned into someone who cries at everything and nothing, but no one seems to mind as tears gather in your eyes as the rest of your little Abbott family files in through the door, each bearing thoughtful little gifts.  Even Ava had been tactful, bringing a bottle of alcohol free bubbly to celebrate the occasion.

Not unexpectedly, everyone was desperate to hold your daughter.  You weren’t sure if it was the drugs or just sheer pride, but you were happy to let them, excited at their excitement over seeing your baby. 

Melissa, however, was rather more reserved.  She wasn’t keen to be handing over the precious little being in her arms over to just anyone.  A hand on her thigh where she sat in the chair by your bed, however, and a slightly raised eyebrow has her rolling her eyes and finally allowing someone else to hold the baby.

You watch with a fond smile as she follows your daughter as she is passed between the members of your little family, reminding each of them to be gentle and showing them how to hold her just right, the same way the nurse had shown her only hours before.  Everyone takes it in the nature it’s intended, even Barb, who accepts the red head’s instructions as though she hasn’t raised two of her own.  There’s also the not so gentle threat that if they drop her she’ll wheel them to the morgue herself that is so Melissa it makes your heart clench. 

*

As nice as it was to see everyone, you’re glad when Barb finally steps into teacher mode and rounds them all up and says it’s time to go.  They all make sure to make a final fuss of your daughter before leaving.

And then it’s just you, Melissa and your daughter.  Not just your Abbott family, but the little family you’ve built.  The woman you love and the unexpected baby you were terrified of having only months before.  That same baby who is sleeping soundly in your arms after her first successful feed. 

The red head is curled next to you on the small hospital bed, both of you just about fitting, her arm curled beneath yours where you cradle the little life you’ve brought into the world.

“You know,” you smile, looking up at her.  “I didn’t think I could love you more, but today, when I got to see Mama Bear Schemmenti?  It made me realise not just how lucky I am to have you, but how lucky she is to have you.”

She smiles back at you, tears glittering in her eyes.  “When you called me today to say it was time…I’ve never been so scared.  Before we left the school, Barb asked if I was ready to be a mom.  I don’t think I’d realised before, but…”

You worry for a moment at the hesitation.

“I mean…is that…would you let…can I?”

You tilt your head, just managing to reach her lips and press a gentle kiss there.  “Melissa, there is no ‘letting’ you do anything.  To me, she’s ours.  I know we didn’t exactly do this the conventional way, but like you said before, it’s not perfect, but it’s real.”

“Oh, I’m not sure about that,” she smiles softly.  “Feels pretty perfect to me.”

[bluegiragi]

Some quickfire questions about Soap real quick,,, How large is soap's werewolf form? Can he talk or is he restricted to more animalistic sounds? Does he have wolf like behaviors while in his human form?

when soap is fully in wolf-form, he stands at well above 2 meters tall (from foot to raised hackle) but he does have a sort of middle ground between 'largely human' and 'full on wolf'. He can't speak while in full wolf mode and is largely more difficult to control while in that situation, but can during that mid-transformation stage.

As a human, he's got lingering traits, probably most prominent of which is his tail. That's...a permanent part of his body. But he also likes to cover things he feels possessive over with his scent, he gets extremely irritable if he's not allowed a lot of free space, and he's very tactile. Just a huge snuggle bug.

[russellius]

QUICKFIRE QUESTIONS WITH GEORGE: Adios, G Dog, crocodiles and big eyes.

[danimals666]

Vee and Hunter could SO pass off as half siblings to make it easier to explain the situation in the human realm. Like. I feel like Vee would be the one to quickfire responses that just ends up being their "story".

People see that Camila is fostering/adopted one child. But then here comes another boy that seems to come and go as he pleases but the entire family seems to refer to him as their brother/son so easily.

Im imagining like, a family gathering where Hunter's invited and someone asks about Hunter and theyre all kinda sweating at the questions being asked until Vee pulls out some shit like "Oh Hunter's actually my half brother. Yeah. Same mom different dad. We lived with our uh... not so great uncle for a WHILE.. after our... mom.. died.. and we got adopted by two different people but we're still siblings yknow? He comes around and we treat him like our own.. cuz he is our own.. yeah."

Then just like that, there's the easiest way to explain it!! Vee and Hunter def pass as half siblings to me.

[batnbreakfast]

Dr. Who 60th anniversary specials quickfire questions with Catherine Tate and David Tennant - bonus appearance of Jemma Redgrave and her laugh!

(Originally posted on TikTok, link in the comments.)

Thanks to @doctorjameswatson for sharing this!! ☺️

[aynavaano]

Say my name

Part one of the Crosshair x you Series

Wordcount: 2.5 k

Rating: Explicit

Summary:

You work alongside Rex‘s team on their base on Teth to help them locate Tantiss, when Clone Force 99 arrives you can‘t take your eyes off their sharpshooter Crosshair. And when Rex asks you to question Crosshair about Tantiss and you two are left alone things get spicy.

Notes:

This started as a quickfire one shot taking place in Episode 6/7 of the BB season 3 I had to write after watching. It‘s doesn’t deviate from canon besides you are there. Fingering, blowjob, unprotected sex, season 3 made me fall for Crosshair, send help

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The ancient stone walls of the monastery on Teth echo with the whispers of rebellion, a haven for those who dare to defy the grip of the Empire. In the heart of this bastion Rex has gather his allies and made a temporary commando central where you operate from. You got to know Howzer during the uprising on your home planet Ryloth and after he deserted you decided to join him and his brother in their fight for freedom. For the last weeks, you had stood by Captain Rex's side, aiding him in his quest to dismantle the Empire's grip on the galaxy and trying to locate Tantiss, an imperial base of which you knew little more than the name and that clones were held captive there. In the dimly lit commando room, you hunch over a datapad, the glow of the screen casting eerie shadows across your face. Your fingers fly across the keypad, deciphering the encrypted data from a device confiscated from an imperial assassin clone. The tension in the room is palpable as you wrestle with the complex encryption, each passing moment hopefully bringing you closer to unlocking the coordinates within.

Captain Rex's footsteps echo in the silence as he enters the room, his presence gentle yet commanding attention. "Any progress?" he asks, his voice betraying a hint of anxiety.

You look up from your work, exhaustion etched into your features. "I don’t know if we’re going to get anything out of it, Rex. But I haven’t given up hope yet" you reply, your voice tinged with determination.

Rex nods, his expression understanding. "Alright, I'll let you work. Just wanted to give you a heads up—Clone Force 99 will be here soon. One of their own was on the target list of that assassin. I figured you might want to talk to them. Two of them escaped Tantiss, maybe they have some bits of information that will help" he informs you, his words carrying a weighty significance.

Moments later, the distinct sound of a shuttle's engines fills the air, signaling the arrival of the legendary Bad Batch. As the door slides open, you can’t help but feel a surge of excitement mingled with trepidation. These were no ordinary clones; they were living legends, heroes of the republic turned renegades.

"Hey, Rex!" greets Hunter, the leader of the Bad Batch, with a nod of acknowledgment. Wrecker, the tallest, follows behind him, their presence exuding an aura of strength and camaraderie. And then there was Crosshair, his piercing gaze scanning the room with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine. Beside him stands Omega with her hound, the young girl who had captured the hearts of the Bad Batch with her unwavering courage. You try to maintain your composure as you greet them, but the sight of Crosshair makes you tingle. He nods in acknowledgment, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary.

As the group settled in, you find yourself stealing glances at Crosshair, unable to tear your gaze away from the enigmatic sharpshooter. There is something magnetic about him, a silent allure that draws you in despite your best efforts to resist. Over a simple meal of spicy stew, the conversation flows freely, filled with tales of daring escapades and narrow escapes. You listen intently, hanging on every word as the Bad Batch regaled you with stories of their adventures. But amidst the laughter and camaraderie, there is an underlying tension, a sense of unease that hangs heavy in the air.

After the meal, Captain Rex suggest that you have a conversation with Crosshair to glean any additional information about the Empire's base on Tantiss while he takes the rest of the batch to the captured assassin. You feel a flush of heat rise to your cheeks at the suggestion, but you nod in agreement, your pulse quickening with anticipation.

You lead Crosshair to a secluded chamber in the upper floor, you usually come here if you need a quiet moment to think and you find solace in its simplicity and the view over the jungle surrounding the fortress. You sit cross-legged on the floor amidst a sea of scattered pillows and you motion for him to join you. His presence is a potent mix of strength and arrogance, a contradiction that both intrigues and unnerves you. "So, what do you know about Tantiss?" you ask, intimated by his presence, your voice barely above a whisper. Crosshair's gaze meets yours, his expression unreadable. "More than I care to remember," he replies, „but nothing that will help you I’m afraid“ ,his voice tinged with bitterness. "The experiments they conducted there...they were beyond anything I could have imagined."

As he continues to speak and tell you all he knew, you can’t help but notice the tremor in his right hand, a subtle reminder of the horrors he had endured. Without thinking, you reach out to touch his hand, offering a silent gesture of comfort. But you quickly draw your hand back and apologize, you clearly overstepped his boundaries.

The tension between you is palpable and for a moment, neither of you speak, lost in the tangled web of emotions that envelope you. And then, without warning, Crosshair leans in, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss. It is a collision of passion and longing, a desperate plea for solace amidst the chaos of war. As the kiss deepens, you feel a wave of desire washing over you, igniting a firestorm of longing within. In that moment, all thoughts of duty and honor fade away, leaving only the two of you, bound together by a shared desire for redemption and salvation.

Crosshair's lips collide with yours again, igniting a wildfire of desire as he draws you closer, closing the space between you completely. His kisses hungrily trail down your neck, each one sending sparks of ecstasy coursing through your veins. As his hands explore your body, you feel a surge of anticipation building within you. Before he removes your shirt, his eyes seek yours, silently asking for permission. You respond with a nod, your lip caught between your teeth in anticipation.

Your top vanishes under his touch, revealing your bare skin to his hungry gaze. Crosshair's lips find your breasts, kissing and biting gently, sending waves of pleasure rippling through you. You reach for his armor, but he gently pushes you back, a silent command for you to yield to his control. He bends down to kiss you, his hand slipping into your trousers, finding you already wet and ready for him. Surprised by your lack of panties, he slides into your folds, eliciting a moan of pleasure from your lips and with a hunger in his eyes, he pulls down your trousers, his gaze fixated hungrily on your exposed body. Seated against the wall, your back pressed against the cool surface, Crosshair hovers over you, his lips trailing kisses along your neck. His fingers find your clit, rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles as he slowly slides two fingers into you. You moan with pleasure as he explores your depths, his touch sending waves of ecstasy coursing through your body. "Tell me what you want me to say," you whisper, your voice dripping with desire. "Say my name," he commands, sliding another finger into you. And as you moan his name, your climax already looms dangerously close, the tension building with every passing moment. "Come for me, baby," he murmurs, his grip tightening as he drives you over the edge. With his permission, you tip over into ecstasy, crying out his name as pleasure washes over you. Crosshair watches you with a smirk of satisfaction, enjoying the sight of you unraveling before him. "Such a good girl," he says, slowly pulling his fingers out of your wetness and licking them clean, savoring your taste.

As your orgasm subsides, you gently push him onto his back, whispering, "Please let me take care of you." and you begin to remove his armor, piece by piece, the sound of clanking metal echoing through the room. With each piece of armor that falls, his resistance weakens a little more, and as he finally gives in, his desire for you grows stronger with every passing moment. You want to give this man all the love and attention he deserves. Your arousal grows stronger with every piece you remove until he is down to his blacks and you can see the bulge that has already formed, his cock already so hard for you. When you finally remove the last piece of fabric you shiver. His cock already glancing with precum is so hard and so big, you already feel your pussy tingling again still sensitive from your first orgasm. You take a moment to admire him, his lean toned body is covered with scars but he is so beautiful and you feel proud that he lets you take care of him. With a tender touch, you trail kisses down his body, your fingertips tracing the scars that mark his skin, touching him with softness where he only experienced pain. With each caress, you feel him relax under your touch, his tension melting away in the warmth of your embrace. Leaning in close, you brush your lips teasingly against the tip of his cock, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Crosshair. With a satisfied grin, you swirl your tongue around the head, savoring the salty taste of his pre-cum. His fingers thread through your hair, urging you onward as you take him deeper into your mouth, your lips stretching to accommodate his impressive girth. You moan around him, the vibrations sending ripples of pleasure coursing through his body. With each bob of your head, you take him further into your mouth, your tongue dancing along his length in a sensual dance of passion. His grip on your hair tightens, his hips rocking rhythmically against your movements as he seeks release. Your tongue swirling around him as you tease him to the brink of ecstasy. You feel him growing harder beneath your touch, his desire for release building with every passing moment. A low growl escapes his lips, a primal sound of desire that sends a shiver down your spine. But you want to prolong his pleasure, to savor every moment of this intimate connection and with a sultry smile, you straddle him, rubbing your wet pussy against his cock, feeling him throb with anticipation. "Tell me what you want," you whisper, your voice husky with desire. "Fuck me," he groans, his voice thick with need. "Fuck me like there's no tomorrow." and with a slow, deliberate motion, you slide onto his cock, feeling him fill you completely. You moan his name as you begin to move, the pleasure building with every thrust. The sensation of being stretched around him is exquisite, every inch of him pushing you closer to the edge of ecstasy. You rock your hips against his, setting a rhythm that drives you both wild with desire. Crosshair's hands grip your hips tightly, guiding your movements as you ride him like there’s no tomorrow. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, igniting a fire deep within your core. You lean forward, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss as you grind against him, the heat between you building with every thrust. His tongue dances with yours, exploring every inch of your mouth as if he's trying to memorize the taste of you. With a loud groan, he finds release, his warm cum filling you as you cry out his name in ecstasy. This was all you needed to tip you over the edge again and your orgasm washes over you once again. You sink down onto him and nestle your head into his neck, whispering his name softly. "Crosshair," you murmur, your voice filled with tenderness, content that you could give him some moments of ease.

As you both slowly come down from your climax, your fingertips trace over Crosshair's body “Whenever you need some ease, you know where to find m..” you whisper but before you can finish your sentence, a loud boom echoes through the room, shattering the tranquility. An explosion rocks the forecourt, and in an instant, Crosshair springs to his feet, pulling you close to him protectively. "Stay behind me," he commands, urgency lacing his tone as you both hastily dress. His movements are swift and efficient, his hands deftly securing his armor with practiced precision. You reach out to help him, but he's already finished, his skilled hands working with lightning speed. The comm in his helmet crackles to life, and you hear Hunter's voice, frantic with worry, asking about your safety. "Where are you, Cross? Are you safe? Is... the girl still with you?" Hunter's voice crackles over the comm, and in the background, you can hear Rex calling out your name to Hunter. Crosshair's response is swift and assured. "Yes, she's here. We're okay," he assures Hunter, his voice steady despite the chaos unfolding around you. "Our location has been compromised. We need to get out. Meet us in the back room she can lead you there. Rex has another way out." "Understood," Crosshair answers over the comm, and then the line goes silent. He turns to you, his eyes a mixture of determination and concern. "Listen, you have to follow my command now," he demands, his voice firm. "Stay close to me, no arguments. I won’t let anything happen to you. I'll get you out safe if you show me the way" he adds, a hint of affection in his tone. You nod in agreement as he reaches for the door, his hand trembling slightly. With a deep breath, he pushes it open, ready to face whatever lies beyond.

You and Crosshair navigate through the chaos of the main hall, debris and panicked voices filling the air. Crosshair keeps a protective arm around you, his protective presence a comforting anchor amidst the turmoil. Together, you manage to slip into the back room, your heart pounding with every step. Crosshair's keen eyes scan the surroundings, ensuring your safety before allowing himself a moment's respite. "You did good," he murmurs, his voice low but filled with gratitude. His brothers, along with Rex and a few others, are already gathered in the room, their expressions a mix of tension and relief at your arrival. Rex wastes no time, swiftly pushing aside a stack of crates to reveal another exit, a contingency plan for situations exactly like this. As you begin to move toward the newly revealed exit, Crosshair remains steadfast at your side, his protective instincts kicking into overdrive. Wrecker, unable to resist the opportunity for a bit of levity amidst the chaos, can't help but interject with a teasing remark. "You seemed to have a good talk, CROSSHAIR, heh?" Wrecker jests to his brother, a mischievous tone in his voice. You blush but Crosshair's response is swift and sharp, his tone laced with a hint of annoyance. "Jealous?" he snarls, his words clipped as he protectively guides you towards the emergency shuttle stationed further down the stairs and as you make your way down you feel his warm cum oozing from your still sensitive pussy leaving a sticky trail in your trousers.