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blu-joons · 2 years

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When He Takes Your Child To The Studio ~ Big Bang Reaction

T.O.P:

The smile on his face was wide as Jiyong pointed out to Seunghyun, your son in the corner of the studio, trying his best to copy the four boys.

It quickly got the attention of all four of the boys as your son got lost in his own little world. “He’s having a right boogie.”

“He takes after his daddy,” Seunghyun proudly told them all, “he constantly wants to watch our videos back at home and tries to copy the dances.”

“You want him to be a dancer in the future?” Daesung asked him.

Seunghyun shrugged as he didn’t tear his eyes away from your son, “it would be pretty cool if he was a dancer, I mean look at him, he’s a natural, right?”

“He’s already a better dancer than you,” Jiyong teased, “how does it feel to be shown up by your four year old son at the studio, at your own place of work?”

“He’s not showing me up,” Seunghyun tried to dismiss, “hopefully one day this will be his place of work too.”

“Dancing his heart out,” Youngbae chuckled, “and being the best dancer in the Choi household.”

“Hey, the second best Choi, thank you.”

Taeyang:

A shrug of the shoulders came from Youngbae as Daesung voiced his concerns about the fun activities that he had prepared for your daughter.

Daesung looked questionably as he met Youngbae’s eyes, “you know that Y/N doesn’t like her eating sweets during the day.”

“I’m doing Y/N a favour,” Youngbae reminded him, “if sweets are needed to keep Y/D/N under control then she’ll just have to deal with the consequences.”

“Are the sweets needed?” Seunghyun asked as he watched on.

A hum came from Youngbae as he watched your daughter closely, “probably not, but I’ve got a reputation as the fun uncle that I need to try and keep.”

“I’m so glad you’re taking Y/D/N home to your sister tonight and not us,” Jiyong jokingly told him, “I can already imagine her going crazy knowing what you’ve done.”

“Y/D/N knows what happens with Uncle Younbae stays with Uncle Youngbae,” he assured them, “it’s our little promise.”

“One day Y/N will find out,” Seunghyun warned him, “and you won’t be doing this anymore.”

“Y/N needs me to take care of Y/D/N.”

G-Dragon:

A weak smile formed on Jiyong’s face as he walked into the studio with your son in tow, feeling the eyes of all three of the boys watching him closely.

Your son quickly ran off to greet the three boys as Jiyong dropped his bag. “Y/N isn’t feeling well, so daddy duties today it is.”

“And we have to babysit too?” Youngbae asked him, throwing his arms up into the air. “We signed up to sing and dance and not take care of Y/S/N.”

“It’s just for one day,” Jiyong quickly assured them all.

Seunghyun nodded as he walked over with your son in his arms, “I’m sure we won’t lose too much time if we spend the day dancing and messing with Y/S/N.”

“You won’t even know that I’m here,” your son jokingly told them all, copying what Jiyong had prepared him to say in the car, “it’ll be like I’m at home.”

“We know your daddy bud, we know that you’ll be here,” Daesung replied to him, “you make as much noise as he does.”

“I guess one day wouldn’t hurt,” Youngbae eventually decided, “but you owe us for babysitting.”

“He’s your nephew, don't you forget.”

Daesung:

A sigh came from Daesung as he watched your daughter do another lap of the studio, full of energy, and not looking ready to tire any time soon.

His hand rested over his head as Jiyong chased after her, “Y/N’s going to go crazy if I take her home with this much energy.”

“We’re having fun!” Jiyong called out to him, picking your daughter up and throwing her in the air, “daddy’s being boring, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, don’t be boring,” your daughter noted with Jiyong.

A roll of the eyes followed from Daesung as Seunghyun appeared beside him, “if she doesn’t sleep tonight, I’ll throw you guys under the bus with Y/N.”

“You can’t do that,” Seunghyun groaned, hitting against his arm, “Y/N’s scary, especially when it comes to Y/D/N, she’ll go crazy if you tell her this is our fault.”

“Stop chasing her around the studio then,” Daesung told the three of them, “or you can come home and do bedtime.”

“Are they coming home with us?” Your daughter excitedly asked, “are uncles coming for tea?”

“I think that’s up to mummy, sweetheart.”

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Masterlist

#big bang #big bang imagine #big bang reaction #big bang scenario #big bang reactions #big bang scenarios #t.o.p imagine #taeyang imagine #g-dragon imagine #daesung imagine #t.o.p #taeyang #g-dragon #daesung #big bang drabble #big bang one shot #big bang fluff #kpop #kpop imagine

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tennessoui · 22 days

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what about some sort of buddy cop, same age, enemies to lovers au where obi-wan is a jedi and anakin is a coruscanti detective and they literally hate each other and have no respect for the other (obi-wan thinks anakin is a waste of the coruscant budget and a jedi wannabe; anakin thinks obi-wan is a pretentious space monk asshole)

(anakin has personally arrested obi-wan for speeding three times, drinking in public spaces 4 times -- the public space was a bar btw -- and indecent public exposure once. that last one was, tbh, fair cause obi-wan had his dick out in an alley way lol)

(obi-wan has literally stalked this asshole coruscanti cop off planet before and arrested him in his capacity as Jedi Knight for not using his turn signal when changing hyperspace lanes (once), for podracing betting (3 times), and for possession of a galacticly banned substance (twice))

it's not that they're obsessed with each other, it's just that something keeps forcing them together in the wildest, most unpredictable situations, and it's annoying as hell because they're completely fed up with each other

then the senate moves to have a new task force stood up to solve a series of Force-related crimes in the Coruscanti underworld. the task force would include a representative from the Jedi Temple and one from the Coruscanti guards, obviously. and really, obi-wan and anakin are the perfect choices! they're both highly intelligent, dedicated, trustworthy, and incorruptible.

if only they'd stop trying to push each other off the 51st story of coruscant and actually put their heads together to solve the crime

#kit's silly lil aus #obikin #buddy cop au #lol i hesitated posting this for like five minutes cause i was like this could be my big bang fic #but no i cant do that to my 1k outline i typed out this weekend #ANYWAY anakin was brought to coruscant by qui-gon a la phantom menace #but was not accepted into the temple #because obi-wan was already qui-gon's padawan and was only 14 and absolutely not ready for the trials #so i guess not same age same age cause obi-wan is roughly 5 years older #but i wanted them way closer in age for this one just because i think the pettiness is much more believable #pov: youre a hot shot jedi knight space monk and this hot shot coruscanti dog #keeps using YOUR Force to find you dick out in alley ways to arrest you #its unFAIR #also i love the image of fastidiously dressed jedi obi-wan faced with wearing civilian clothes off the clock black leather and holey shirt #anakin skywalker #the true question is when do they fuck and why is it like. immediately after they get their new office #like oh we have to have a working relationship? not if i fuck you first

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christakisbang · 8 months

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Ah~ My Little Brother. Thanks for always being there for me! Promise to always be by your side too! I'll never leave ya~

#sigh #stray kids #chanlix #bang chan #lee felix #stray kids gifs #skz #skz gifs #my gifs #cbbc2023 #regretted picking the most recent 2kr messages as captions the moment i remembered what this one was. but its fine he made up for it+#after the opening sentence. idk if the callback to im not gonna leave u behind was purposeful but people died either way.#anw i think abt the 5th gif every single day he wanted to Eat him......lil bro big bro things #actually whenever i wanna get drunk im gonna open the notes on my chanlix sets and take a shot for every brother mention #long sip for dad/son

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strawwritesfic · 2 years

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Rajesh Koothrappali x Female!Reader: Swallow

Summary: There’s a chance you won’t end up with as many cats as Sarah expects after all.

Rating/Tags: T (drinking; drinking in excess; designated driver; texting; meet-cute; bars; set when Raj couldn’t talk to girls; set before Penny and Bernadette getting married to their canonical spouses; Penny & Bernadette; Penny & Bernadette & Raj; reader & original characters; mild language)

Challenge: “160 Collective Drabbles” challenge by BobaPop on Lunaescence Archives.

Tag List: @imaginesfire

Notes: Yeah, I used to watch this show with my parents. I stopped way before them, but I got requests for some of the characters, so...Anyway, please keep in mind any references to Raj being foreign and all were my attempts to reflect the show itself, not actually my own personal views. Same with the dismissive references to nerd culture.

Swallow

“Ready? On the count of three. One…two…three!”

With a chorus of clinking and several shudders, three shot glasses hit the hard tabletop. The sound had barely faded when one of the surrounding girls started giggling. Five stops into this barhopping experience and someone was sure to snap sooner or later. Sure enough, the next words spoken were, “Shut up!”

The giggling stopped.

“Wow, guys,” you said, as you gathered up the empty cups. “Much more of this and I’ll be peeling you all off the floor.”

“Shut up,” Sarah snapped again, which only caused Cassie to break out in another fit of giggles.

You lifted a single eyebrow, and she quieted quickly enough. Then again, that might have had more to do with the death glare that Sarah shoot her. Angry Sarah, silly Cassie…you were starting to get a bad feeling about this entire venture.

“Seriously. I think you’ve had enough. All of you,” you added at Jess’s blank fidgeting right across from you.

The entire adventure was for her benefit, but she looked the least enthusiastic of the bunch. Letting her drink herself into oblivion sounded kind on paper, sure. Forcing her to get up for work the following morning with a raging headache? Not so much. You took her silence for agreement; unfortunately, your attempt to take pity on poor Jess went absolutely nowhere.

Cassie shook her head frantically. “Whaaaaat? You mean we have to go home? But that’s not fair, [Name]! That’s just not fair!”

“Calm down, Cass.” Sarah patted the distraught woman clumsily on the back. “[Name] can’t make us go anywhere.”

“She can’t?”

“I can’t?” you asked.

Sarah downed another shot, then threw you a wide grin that you liked the look of not at all. “Just because you’re the designated driver–”

“Because I have to be.”

“Shut up. You’re the last person to have a breakup before Jess, so it’s your turn. That’s how it works.”

“And when’s it gonna be your turn?”

“When I break up with Dan. Which I won’t. So shut up.”

“This is a load of malarkey," you muttered

“Maybe we should ask Jess,” Cassie suggested, turning to the blonde still staring morosely at the table. “You ready to go home, Jess?”

“I thought Jake was my Dan,” was Jess's mumbled reply.

“Not enough booze!” Cassie cried with barely concealed delight. She reached for another tiny glass. “Sorreeee, [Name].”

“What do you mean, not enough booze? She's practically crying already,” you said, as Jess’s eyes filled with tears. ”

“She has to drink until she forgets Jake or until the bars close,” said Sarah.

“Are you kidding me? You three are already drunk off your asses!”

“Them’s the rules,” Sarah’s smirk swiftly transformed into her typical drunken scowl. “Until you get yourself paired off with some guy, you’re the driver on these things. Consider it an incentive to not wind up the crazy cat lady of the group.”

“I only have one cat,” you pointed out.

“Oh! Oh! Didn’t you say you were thinking about adopting another?” Cassie asked.

You shot her a death glare of your own this time, though its effect was not as great as Sarah’s.

“Oopsie.”

Sarah was too far gone to find any amusement in this revelation. She rolled her eyes and slid her empty cup toward your growing collection. “You don’t want to sit here watching us drink, fine. Why don’t you make yourself useful and go get us another round?”

“Oooor you could work the room,” Cassie said as she handed her glass over to you as well. “There’s loooots of boys here, and I’m sure you could find at least one smart enough to tempt even yoooou, [Name]!”

“Oh, you’re sure are you?” Sarah said.

“I’m sure!”

“Yeah, well you were sure at the last bar, too. And the one before that. And the one before that.”

“So?”

“So your optimism is grating. Shut up.”

“I think you should shut up!”

“I don’t think so. Why don’t you…”

Sarah’s voice faded into the background as you moved away from your friends. By the time you got back, Cassie and Sarah were likely to be at each other’s throats with Jess in tears over it.

Barhopping always sounded a lot more fun when you were the one drinking away a breakup. Maybe Sarah was right. Maybe it was time for you to find someone else. You weren’t still hung up on your ex anymore–far from it, the jackass–but sometimes another cat seemed more appealing then another guy. You had yet to meet anyone that really made you want to work at a relationship. A few dates here and there. Nothing serious.

The bartender didn’t seem all that thrilled at you returning his dirty cups, though you were grateful that he didn’t send you away. The last thing you wanted was to be drawn into a fight that would be completely forgotten in the morning.

Turning on your stool, you made to face the indie band playing at the back of the bar. They weren’t very good, but they beat the tar out of whatever was going down back at your friends’ table. You figured you could give the lot of them twenty more minutes, and then they’d all be so annoyed with each other that they would agree to go home. Until then, crummy music and snatched bits of nearby conversation would have to do for entertainment.

“Come on, Raj. Go out and buy some girl a drink,” a shrill voice punctured the otherwise dull buzzing surrounding the bar.

You glanced in the direction it came from without thinking to see a tiny blonde woman–even tinier than Jess–gesturing at the wide selection before her and her two companions. The nearest to you was another blonde, taller than the other and with an air of practiced charm, who did not speak up until she had finished whatever was in her bottle:

“Yeah, you don’t gotta marry her or whatever. Just practice talking to a few. Otherwise you might as well have stayed back with the guys playing Call of War.”

The man they were speaking to simply looked pained. He clutched a beer so tightly in his hand that you were surprised it hadn’t shattered. Why he was even there, you didn’t know. He didn’t seem to be having a good time, and it was pretty obvious that he wasn’t the designated driver. He wasn’t even dressed to be at a bar–then again, neither were you.

“Come on, Raj,” said the tinier one again. “You can talk to us, can’t you?”

Raj shook his head.

“Not enough booze,” she said in a stage whisper.

The taller of the two women rolled her eyes heavenward, then mussed her hair up with her free hand before making to disappear into the crowd. “I’ve got an audition tomorrow. We wait much longer to do this, and there’ll be no one left here worth meeting. Let’s go.”

“Right. Our racks’ll probably do a better job than a pet scientist anyhow.” The other took a step to follow her friend. She didn’t get very far before she stopped and turned back to Raj. “If you drink enough that you can use that tongue of yours, feel free to join us.”

A nervous nod on his part, then she was off at a trot. The two girls passed by you closely enough that you distinctly heard her mutter:

“As if that’ll ever happen.”

Now it was you, this Raj fellow, and a few other mostly silent patrons at the bar. As bad as the band was, it was still live music, and most people seemed more interested in that than sitting around waiting for someone to buy them a drink. Not that you needed a drink, since you had three stops to make on your way home, and not that Raj needed another one before he finished the one he already had. You sighed and tried to concentrate on the music, though you were pretty sure it was giving you a headache. How much longer until Jess passed out?

A few minutes passed before you looked over at Raj again. He was still there, still looking downcast. Every so often he would sway to the music. You felt for him, poor guy. This didn’t look like his scene at all, and it must have sucked being ditched by his girlfriends like that. Perhaps you were two peas in a pod for the time being.

It might have taken you another five minutes, but finally you worked up the nerve to go over to him. His eyes darted to you and away not once, not twice, but three times as you walked toward him in the semi-darkness. Raj was kind of cute, in a dorky sort of way. Not the kind of guy you normally met at these sorts of venues. Perhaps not the kind of guy who wanted to meet you at these sorts of venues, since he looked outright terrified by the time you stopped in front of him.

“Hi,” you said awkwardly.

He took a gulp of beer.

“I’m [Name].”

Raj smiled. Your heart banged uncomfortably in your chest. Obviously this guy didn’t want to talk to you. Why not bail? But somehow the way the small woman had dismissed him earlier made you want to try harder.

“And you are?” you prompted him.

He opened his mouth.

You leaned forward eagerly to catch whatever came out, and…

He closed it again. Raj closed his mouth and swallowed and smiled and bobbed his head, and then went on to stare past you, as though you were nothing more than yet another license plate on the wall.

You were so disappointed that you couldn’t find it in yourself to move away for nearly thirty more seconds. Well, you thought as you walked off, at least you tried. Maybe now everyone would be ready to leave so that you could escape the site of your most recent embarrassment as quickly as possible. Your first time talking to a guy in months, and it had to turn out like that. Maybe Sarah was right. Maybe you were doomed to be the crazy cat lady.

“Don’t forget we have to pick up our pet scientist before we leave.”

“I won’t, I won’t. Would you quit worrying? He’s not even drunk. He can find his way home just fine. He’s not our child, Bernadette.”

You looked up at the familiar voices. The two women from before stood just a little bit in front of you, looking bored and a bit more pink around the edges.

Before you could stop it, your mouth was saying, “Um. Hey.”

They looked over at you in perfect unison.

“Hi,” said Bernadette hesitantly. “Can we help you?”

Probably not. Almost certainly not. Why you were bothering, you didn’t know, but you took a step closer and nodded your head in the direction of the bar. “About your friend back there.”

The taller one frowned. “Who? Raj? What about him?”

“Does he speak English?”

They stared at you so hard that you wished you had never spoken to either of them. Then they burst into laughter. Having no idea what you had said that was so funny, you could only watch on, bewildered. What? He looked foreign. No big deal. Him not speaking English would explain a lot–and perhaps bolster your. confidence a little.

No such luck. Bernadette recovered first: “Of course Raj can speak English,” she said, as though this were obvious.

“Oh, I just thought–he wouldn’t talk to me...”

“Oh, sweetie,” the larger woman said, leaning forward and patting your shoulder so hard that you nearly toppled over. “He can speak English. He just can’t speak to women.”

“What?”

But they were already moving past you. “Pity he can’t find enough alcohol here to get him to talk. That one was actually cute,” Bernadette said, just before they walked out of earshot.

Cute? You looked back over at the bar. Raj remained there, still intent on swaying to the music.

“Hey, [Name]! You gonna help or what?” Sarah shouted at you.

Startled, you twisted around to see her and Jess struggling to keep Cassie on her feet.

“Move your ass! We gotta get her home before she starts vomiting. It’s your car, remember?”

You remembered. Raj forgotten, you hurried over to take the brunt of Cassie’s weight. What with Jess and Sarah being so inebriated, they could only hinder the group’s slow and unsteady progress toward the door. What followed was another chunk of time dedicated to getting Cassie in the car and buckled in while the other two made jokes at her expense.

You had finally got everyone settled in and were about to open the car door to get inside yourself when you spotted the same trio from before leaving the building. Raj looked more upset than ever, but what did that matter to you? He didn’t speak to girls.

Wait. Speak?

“[Name]!” Sarah shouted after you as you raced away from the car and toward Raj and his two friends.

“H-Hey! Wait up!” you called.

They did, though you suspected this was because you looked like a madwoman, running up with your arms flailing above your head.

“Oh. It’s you,” said Bernadette. “Did you need something, or…”

“Raj!” you said, slightly out of breath after all the physical labor.

The look on his face made it obvious that you knowing his name was not something he’d expected. He didn’t talk this time either, but he didn’t have to.

You dove into your purse, resurfaced with a pen and paper, and quickly scrawled your name and number across the scrap. “Here.”

Looking confused, he took your bit of paper.

“Text me?”

Before you could get a straight answer, you scuttled off. You had to get Cassie home, after all.

Bernadette’s said one last thing in her high voice before your car door shut behind you: “You better text that one, Raj! Before all that beer leaves your system!”

“What was all that about?” Sarah wanted to know.

“I’ll tell you in the morning,” you said as your vehicle left the bar parking lot. “Let’s be quiet for now. Wouldn’t want to wake up Cass and Jess.”

She made a scoffing noise, but did as you directed. The drive home was relatively quiet and uneventful–save, just as you came back from laying Cassie out on her couch, your phone buzzing in the cup holder. You allowed yourself a peek and grinned.

“Rajesh Koothrappali. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

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frog-in-a-cookiejar · 2 years

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My Inkling has an announcement to make

#splatoon #splatoon 3 #inkling #new agent 3 #neo agent 3 #splatoon art #splatsona #tenta missiles #digital art #art #flingza roller #this is loveletter/hatemail to all flinza roller users tbh #but also eat my ultra stamp bitch #out here getting trick shots with that thing #inspired my that one meme with the big bang theory guy

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fort-cozy-mcblanket · 11 months

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Uncommon Examples of Interpersonal Synchrony Chapter 9 - Cuddles

rating: T chapters: 9/? word count: 1.2k pairing: shamy tags: canon compliant, missing scene

[READ ON AO3] [READ ON FF.NET]

chapter summary: missing scene from the isolation permutation.

#amy farrah fowler #sheldon cooper #shamy #tbbt #the big bang theory #my fanfiction #fanfiction #updated the one shot collection y'all

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tommarvoloriddlesdiary · 1 year

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i have chapter one of a fic that i’ve shown a rough draft of ready to post, but i’m holding on to it because it’s my back up in case something terrible happens and i can’t get myself to finish my big bang in time 😂

#knights meeting #it feels like cheating but i have made so many edits to it and gave it a whole post chapter outro(?)#honestly part of me wants to post it now so i don't feel compelled to rely on it #but i haven't got a name for it yet and i'm really worried about the big bang idea #though maybe now that i have this done my big bang won't feel as 'important' and i'll stop being so hard on myself about it #i really do like my original big bang idea and it wouldn't be a chaptered fic only a one-shot #these are the things that keep me up at night

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ionfusionpunk · 1 year

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A Series of One Shots and Short Stories

@cloneshippingbigbang

Written by: Trillium_Orchid Art by: IonFusion [me]

Summary: A series of one shots, short stories and snippets off the cutting room floor of the other clone shipping big bang fics. Some are NSFW, some are Gen, angst, fluff, sex, love, death, life, and all sorts of other osik.

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Reconditioning, Reconditioned Dogma, Tup/Dogma, Domesticity, Brain Surgery, Order 66, Suicidal Thoughts, De-aging, Force Nonsense, Bad Batch Cuddle Pile, Crossdressing,Tooka Kittens, Songfic, Waxer/Boil, Wrecker/Echo, Clone Trooper Reconditioning, Clone Trooper Discrimination, Clone Troopers Deserve Better, Sheev Palpatine is His Own Warning, Cloneshipping 2022, Cloneshipping, Clonecest, NSFW, Male Lactation, Hanahaki Disease, Angst, Illness, Star Wars au, angst, hurt/comfort, pinning, Tup, Dogma, Fives, Echo, Hardcase, Jesse, Kix, Rex, Flower Meanings, poly 501st boys, Tup Suffers, Sorry, Clone Troopers Deserve Better, Tup Lives AU, Dogma Lives AU, Fives Lives AU, flower language usage very minimal though, Wooley, Comet, drinking, mentions of alcohol, dancing, club scene, mentions of jealousy, Boss, Jiang, Null Arc Trooper Jiang, Wooley/Tup/Comet, Hardcase/Dogma, Fives/Echo, Fives/Tup, Jesse/Kix, mentions of Cody/Rex/Baccara, mentions of Delta Squad, #CSBB22 #CloneShipping Big Bang 2022 #cloneshippingbigbang #CSBB

Snippets:

Tup had been so thrilled to have been given a gift of fruit- a form of space cherries from the locals- after the 501st had helped the planet fight off the Seppies and clankers. He had helped one of the local farms with clean up of the battle- and they had given him a basketful of cherries.

They are a warm orange pink colors with stems being a purple-blue color. He had gone to Kix and had them tested for edibility for near-humans and vod'e alike. He had been told that they were safe to eat, and Kix had only taken a small handful of cherries in recompense for the use of his time and equipment.

Tup is smiling and has an almost bounce in his step as he heads to one of the rec rooms and takes a seat at in one of the comfy couches and settles in. He has a bowlful of cherries- and a data pad with a good book to read.

Tup pops the cherry in his mouth- stem and all as he chews on the cherry and happily reads the book- it's a fictional work, with romance, fighting, and all sorts of other things in it. He's quite enjoying the book.

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Kix and Dogma had agreed to get their karking chips out of their head- and Tup was scanned, he did not have his chip, that had been removed, thank the ka'ra and the force. It did not take long for them to recover from the minor brain surgery.

The three of them meet with the rest of the bad batch, and the former members of the 501st have a tearfully happy reunion with Echo who holds them all with a gentle sort of desperation. Having a fully trained medic helped with certain missions that went up osik shape.

Also- with Tup and Dogma at the helm of the Ship, Tech could go on missions with the rest of them more as they rotate who is flying and guarding the ship verses who is on mission. They are more able to have Omega stay with the ship, as they have more than one other vod'e and crewmate on the ship.

Which is in general, a much safer location for Omega to be, she is still trained, and by a wider variety of vod'e. Kix, she shadows in the medbay, learning more medical skills, and he calls her, "my excellent medic cadet assistant."

They had their arguments of course, but on the whole they tended to get along better than be too argumentative. They are dodging the collective efforts of The Marshall Commander Cody and Crosshair- and their group of likely a blend of Storm Troopers and vod'e.

Rex was trying to coordinate with some of the local rebel cells - if they can manage capture Crosshair or Cody, he is not laboring under a false delusion that they could capture both of them, that was likely not going to happen.

#one shots #sneak peek #cloneshipping big bang #clone shipping #cloneshippingbigbang #csbb22 #cloneshipping event #clone troopers #CloneShipping Big Bang 2022 #CSBB22

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theriverbeyond · 1 year

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i miss being able to write a oneshot in one sitting that just needs spelling checks before i can post it................ agony

#my 27536352 oneshots that needs OVERHAUL and REORDER and REWRITE and EXPAND UPON levels of editing #in order to be viewable..... where is my one pass one shot fevor ....#trb.txt #not to mentipn my big bang which is fighting me so much bc it is BASICALLY ALL WRITEN but is in fcat #so unreadable rn it needs all of the prev listed types of editing

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steelajeeg · 1 year

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S.H. Figuarts Vegeta

- from Dragon Ball Superhero

- by Bandai Spirits

One Day One Shot

The newest Vegeta, released for Dragon Ball Superhero - and it might be the single best Vegeta they've released yet.

The Superhero sub-line has featured a new level of detail on the face decos - outlines and highlights that help make the facial features pop. And it really shows with Vegeta here.

This - more so than the (somewhat lackluster) Majin Vegeta version - is the definitive late series Vegeta. Perfect proportions, and improved articulation. Some of the best in the line.

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beesinspades · 9 months

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okay so things I'm currently writing:

vashwood big bang modern au

next chapters of from the daylight

things I started but can't work on atm:

ace talk short fic (mainly fluff)

vashwood reincarnation au one-shot

things I really want to write:

delusional vashwood post-canon reunion

delusional vashwood post-canon fluff

some modern au where they're childhood friends and they've been through everything together so i don't have to agonize over how they get to know each other i can just make them pine like idiots for years and not worry about anything else

#this is just to keep track of my brain worms #i love working on my current projects but it kinda sucks because i have no time for other ideas whatsoever #originally the reincarnation one was going to be my first trigun one-shot but then I got distracted with shorter fics #and signed up for the big bang #but i didn't want to write that one for it #so it ended up on-hold #and now there are sooooo many reincarnation or resurrection fics #so i'm not really in any hurry to finish it anymore sdfjkln #but hopefully i'll get back to it eventually #i really like the introduction scene I wrote for it #bee writes #trigun spoilers

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blu-joons · 2 years

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Silent Treatment ~ Kwon Jiyong

You had put it off for as long as you could, walking slowly down the stairs and through the living room to finally get yourself a drink. You had waited, hoping that for some reason Jiyong would have left the room, but as soon as you came down, you spotted his figure.

“Hey, are you alright?” Jiyong asked you, turning your daughter around who was sat in his lap so that she could look across at you too. Your head only shook back at him moving heading into the kitchen, refusing to look at them on your way back through too.

It killed you knowing that ignoring Jiyong meant that you’d ignored your daughter too, but you felt as if you had no choice. Once you were out of sight, your daughter looked to Jiyong with a puzzled expression on her face.

“Why didn’t mummy say hello?” She asked him, unsure where things had gone wrong between you.

A sigh came from Jiyong, annoyed that your daughter had now been brought into your falling out from earlier in the day. “I think mummy is frustrated at daddy because he was a little bit rude to her earlier, she’s staying out of the way.”

Your daughter’s head nodded dejectedly, “will she stay there all night?”

Jiyong’s head shook, although he was far from convinced. “I think she just needs a little bit of time to calm herself down Y/D/N, nothing for you to worry about.”

The smile on her face that had dropped though let Jiyong know that it was something that your daughter was worrying about. Although she was young, she got a lot, especially the awkwardness that was between the two of you.

“What if mummy does stay up there all night long?” She pushed Jiyong, voicing the thoughts that were at the forefront of her mind, “what do the two of us do then?”

“If she does, then we’ll be alright.”

Straight away he could tell that that wasn’t what she wanted at all. As much as she loved Jiyong, she loved it so much more when the two of you were together, cuddling up to her and surrounding her with plenty of love and affection.

“Shall I go and say sorry? What do you reckon?” Jiyong asked her, desperate to fix the smile on her face. “Maybe if daddy goes and says sorry then mummy will come back down to us.”

Your daughter nodded immediately as Jiyong spoke, she wanted him to try anything that he could to make sure that you came back downstairs permanently.

“You can’t leave the room until mummy is back,” she quickly warned him, “I don’t want one of you down here with me, I want both of you down here.”

“I’ll try my best to get mummy to come back down.”

As Jiyong stood up, your daughter stood up with him. “You can’t just try your best daddy; you have to stay until she comes. Understood?”

“I understand, don’t you worry.”

Making his way towards the stairs, Jiyong could only chuckle at how sassy your daughter was. He knew exactly who was responsible for her being that way, but if he was honest, he wouldn’t have your daughter any other way.

It was all that he could think about until he got to the door of the bedroom, finding you sat in the middle of the bed, scrolling through your laptop. Jiyong’s footsteps got quieter and slower as he made his way into the room.

“Y/N, do you have a minute?” Jiyong asked you, “I was hoping that the two of us could try and clear the air a little bit.”

There was no reaction from you as you heard Jiyong’s voice in the doorway, pretending as if he wasn’t there. Although your argument happened some time ago, you were still annoyed, taken aback by what Jiyong had to say.

He knew that what he had said and done was wrong, deciding to take things out on you. He thought nothing of it though, not until he saw the implications that your falling out had on your daughter, then Jiyong knew that things needed to stop.

When you didn’t say anything, Jiyong knew he couldn’t just leave you alone, walking further into the room. Before you knew it, he had sat himself down on the bed beside you, looking at your screen to see what it was that you were looking at. He gave himself a moment before composing himself, nudging against your side gently before moving his hand to rest against the top of your leg to try and listen to him.

“I know that sorry probably isn’t enough for what I said to you earlier, but I really am sorry,” Jiyong told you. “I shouldn’t have said what I said, it was uncalled for, unintentional, and definitely not meant. I guess things got on top of me, and I took it out on you, the one that I love.”

“All I tried to do was help you, instead it felt like I was being pushed away like the old days.”

Jiyong cringed as you compared him to the Jiyong that you knew at the start of your relationship, never wanting to return those days. He had a habit of closing you out back then, and this morning spooked you into thinking that had returned.

“I didn’t want to burden you, I thought you had enough on your plate with work and dealing with Y/D/N. When you kept pushing, I just shut down and took it out on you, but I should’ve remembered that you’re incredible and could have listened to what I was worrying about too.”

“I’ve always helped you with anything, you should know that better than anyone else Jiyong,” you reminded him.

His head nodded in agreement as his grip against your leg tightened too. “I’m sorry that I was rude to you, I’m sorry that I said something like that, but most of all I’m sorry right now that this is bothering Y/D/N too, I never want for that to be the case for her.”

The mention of your daughter’s name soon reminded you of what was most important to you. The feeling of walking past her crept back up on you, unable to bring yourself to see the hurt that was in her eyes as you passed her by.

“Can you promise me one thing to come from today, Jiyong? Can you promise that you’ll talk to me, that you won’t ever fear of being too much for me?”

“I can,” he smiled, watching your head come down to rest against his shoulder. “But if there’s one thing that you can do for me too, or for us, it’s come downstairs. You’ve got a daughter who is absolutely desperate to see you Y/N.”

Your head nodded back at him straight away, pushing the lid of your laptop down. Jiyong slowly shuffled off the bed, holding his hand out for you to take it, allowing him to help you up and onto your feet.

“Y/D/N wants you to stay downstairs too this time around,” Jiyong added once you were up.

Your hand tapped against his chest, “I’ll be down there for all night long, neither of you have to worry about that.”

“I’m glad of that too, because she’ll be getting hungry too, and we all know that me and the kitchen aren’t a good combination,” Jiyong joked.

“I agree, it’s a recipe for disaster.”

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bizarrelittlemew · 1 year

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I have written so much this month and none of you can see it yet 😔

#the reverse big bang fic won't be up until the end of july and that's the bulk of my writing this month #ok i did post a one-shot at the start of the month #but i have written more than 30k words apart from that and none of it is ready to be published yet damn #🐭📓

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sipsteainanxiety · 2 years

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what do u mean august is in two days?!?!! it was april like, yesterday

#AHHHH #FUK!!#i move into my apartment on CHEWSDAY!!!!#WEEEE #i have to review my fucking anatomy notes ugh #and also write this!!! big bang fic!!!#screaming crying dabbing #ok goals for the next few weeks:#release ch2 of merbaku #write up to ch4 of dragon bkg #okokok #organized i am organized #also post this one shot thats in my tumblr drafts #i can do it pffttt #thats only. what... like... 30k words??#sadly hits the woah #go to sleep shay it's late o'clock

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strawwritesfic · 2 years

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Leonard Hofstadter x Reader: Early

Summary: Never listen to your gut. It just might ruin something beautiful.

Rating/Tags: T (referenced Sheldon & Leonard; high school teacher!reader; lit teacher!reader)

Challenge: “160 Collective Drabbles” challenge by BobaPop on Lunaescence Archives.

Tag List: @imaginesfire

Early

It wasn’t every day that a scientist from Cal Tech deigned to speak to a high school English teacher while said teacher pored over historical fiction in the local bookshop. Cal Tech was big. Cal Tech was smart. Cal Tech was–well, to put it lightly, a lot of the people from there came off as a little snooty to the rest of your kind. So when the adorable guy you saw getting coffee there almost every week came up to you, you were surprised to find he worked at Cal Tech. You’d been even more surprised when he’d stammered out a request for a date later in the week.

Not that you’d come off as much cooler with your hasty, embarrassed acceptance. It wasn’t like guys were just falling over themselves to ask the local lit teacher out to dinner. Leonard had bumbled off toward a skinny guy that only looked annoyed, only to hurry back to give you his phone number. All while you stood there clutching a stack of biographies on Abraham Lincoln.

In the four days that followed, you often wondered why you had agreed to go. You had not been on a real date since college. It was hard to find the time when you were so busy grading essays and drawing up quizzes over The Lord of the Flies. And what did someone that worked at Cal Tech want to hear about weak excuses for papers on symbolism?

You had talked to Leonard for five whole minutes. That seemed about as much as someone at his level would be able to deal with someone at yours. Now, standing in your shower and dripping soap from the ends of your fingers, you wondered if you shouldn’t just text him and call the whole thing off.

The battle raged inside you, back and forth, back and forth, for the duration of your bathing. Standing underneath the stream of water, you argued that you could handle one date, and clearly he liked you. You had noticed him watching you before, on other trips to that same bookstore. Scrubbing at your skin with a loofah, you told yourself that that was probably a sign of him being some creep or perhaps even a serial killer. By the time you’d finished your shower, you were too anxious to think straight. Even if Leonard had meant to ask you out, he wasn’t going to find you in your right mind that afternoon.

Maybe, you thought with a spurt of hope, he had decided to cancel. Yes, that seemed likely. There might have been some emergency at his school that required his scientific expertise. He wouldn’t be able to use your date as an excuse to stay away. Just rescheduling would be enough. Then perhaps you could get your head back on straight before you had to see him again.

Unfortunately, your cell phone remained where you had left it charging in the kitchen, forcing you to endure your nervousness for as long as it took to dry your skin and slip on a robe. Only then could you exit the bathroom in search of relief.

It was quiet in your apartment, something unusual for the summer. As you passed the window, you saw some of the complex children tossing water balloons at one another in the parking lot below. You almost wished you could join them. It seemed so much less stressful than your current situation. This was all you could think about for a few more steps, until walking past your front door caused you to notice a shadow sitting on the bench nearby it.

It was only walking past again a few seconds later with your sadly voicemail-less phone that the shadow's presence really registered. It was vaguely human-shaped and had been there so long that it could not be someone dropping off a package. Your heart leaped into your mouth as unbidden thoughts of a lurker or an intruder paraded through your mind. There you were, all alone, on a sunny Saturday afternoon. The likelihood of a neighbor hearing your cries for help wasn’t very high, and what help would those kids be?

You stood there, watching. The shadow sat there, unmoving.

On tiptoes, you turned on the spot and slunk back to your room. Wedged between the nightstand and the back wall was an aluminum baseball bat kept for this very reason.

You wrapped your fingers firmly around the bat’s handle, then slunk back to the front door. Whoever was out there was still sitting in the exact same spot as before. It appeared that they were waiting for you to answer the door, perhaps to head to your car to leave for your date. Well, you’d be giving them what they wanted, wouldn’t you? Plus some brain damage.

You flung the door open and didn’t hesitate.

The form jumped–and thank goodness added a “holy crap!” for good measure. The voice was familiar. You stopped with your bat still in the air over your shoulder.

“Huh?” you said intelligently.

On his feet and cowering against the bricks was none other than your date. Leonard squinted at the raised bat in your hands, his arms held up to beat off your attack–an attack that now wouldn’t come.

You gasped as you dropped the bat onto the welcome mat. “Leonard?”

“Uh, yeah, hi?” His voice tremored upward into a question. “I can leave, if you want me to.”

“No, no, I–what are you doing here?”

To your surprise, Leonard blushed bright red. “I, well…are you sure you don’t want to just smack me with your bat? It might put me out of my misery.”

“Misery?” you echoed.

He looked away and began to play with his fingers. For a few seconds, you thought he was going to answer. Then he bunched his shoulders up around his ears, only to force them down with what appeared to be great effort. This effort was nothing compared to what it took him to speak, however: “I–well, I was excited for our date. So I headed out, and I sort of…ended up here. An hour and a half early.”

“You just…ended up here?”

“I was excited,” he repeated. “I-I did get you flowers.”

Hastily, Leonard bent, picked something up, and held out a small bouquet, wilted slightly in the California heat. They’d been sitting on the bench with him the whole time. If you’d seen those, you wouldn’t have gone after him with a baseball bat. Probably. In the wake of your mute acceptance of this gift, he squirmed again.

“I stopped and did that. Still showed up early. I can leave, if you want. Probably don’t want to…huh?”

He trailed away at your trembling. That was the final straw. Seeing his dark eyes narrow uncertainly at you through the lenses of his glasses had you laughing fit to burst. Almost hesitantly, Leonard smiled back.

“Did I say something funny?” he asked.

“No…No, sorry,” you said, straightening as you rubbed the moisture from your eyes. “I just thought you were going to cancel on me.”

“Cancel? Why would I do that? I’ve been looking forward to this all week!”

“You can’t have!”

You had meant this (mostly) in jest. Leonard’s stiffening made plain that he had not taken it this way. Your grin faded.

“Well, I mean…” Why had you brought this up to begin with? You were afraid he thought you were stupid, and now he absolutely would. “I’m just…I’m me. And you work at Cal Tech.”

“Have you seen the people at Cal Tech?” Leonard asked. “Believe me. You’re the better deal.”

You offered him a shy smile. Maybe it could have been bigger, except the heat was starting to get to you. It had to be getting to him, too, in that jacket of his. “Would you like to come in?”

“Oh, I–uh, I don’t really want to interrupt. I can just wait out here. It’s–it’s no big deal.”

“Leonard.”

He stopped fidgeting enough to look up at you, mouth slightly agape.

You smiled wider as you pulled the door open a bit. “I just need to take care of my hair. You can have some coffee at my table before we go. I really don’t mind,” you added at what looked to be an argument forming on his lips. After all, you were still in your robe, and those kids in the parking lot were beginning to stare.

He looked toward the open door, eyes darting from you to the living room and back. “If–If you insist.” Slipping past you into the air conditioning, Leonard twisted toward you with a smile of his own. “I thought you would cancel with me. My neighbor says I’m a freak!”

You smiled into your flowers. Maybe Leonard was a freak. Most guys didn’t turn up an hour and a half early for a first date. If he was a freak, though, he was a freak in the right way. He wanted to be there. He hadn’t asked you out on some dare from his beanpole of a companion. Even better, he thought more of you than the geniuses at his school.

Forgetting your fears from earlier, you found a vase for your bouquet and coffee for Leonard, then headed back to the bathroom to finish getting ready. Funny how this took even longer now that you were enthusiastic about your date than it had when you’d been dreading it. That might have had something to do with stopping every five minutes to ask Leonard question, but he wasn’t complaining–and neither were you.

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