The mission was simple. Get into
the Galran ship, get prisoners and information then get out of there. A quick
grab and go. And that’s what it had been, but things turned downhill towards
the ‘go’ part.
Lance and Keith made there way
towards the prison bay being as quiet as possible. It had seemed the ships
security hadn’t been informed on their arrival and they could get in without a
problem. However, Lance’s thoughts rushed through his head as his boots tapped
against the rough surface of the hallway.
“This is too easy” Lance stated
as he looked around the empty hallways with a cautious eye.
“I agree maybe we should go back.
That sounds like a good idea” Hunk rushed out in the coms nervously as he sat
his lion fidgeting.
Keith looked towards Lance and
nodded in agreement to his statement. It was too easy. Usually each mission
resulted in some combat but so far, there had been none.
“Let’s just get this over with” Lance
stated before reaching the end of the hallway and standing in front of the door
to the prisoner bay.
“Can you open the door Pidge?”
“You got it!” Pidge replied in
the coms. The sounding of fast paced typing was heard then a satisfied click sounded. “It’s open.”
Keith pushed open the now
unlocked door and the two made there way inside with their weapons at the
ready. Once inside they looked at eachother confused. Keith spoke into the com
unit with a hint of caution. “Shiro. There’s no one here.”
As if on cue a yell filled the
room “Keith watch out!” As Lance lifted his bayard and shot towards a Galra sentry
that was going to shoot at Keith. Lance sighed before looking towards Keith and
grinned. “Watch your surroundings mullet.”
“Is everything okay?” Shiro’s
worried voice rung through their helmets.
“Ya what’s wrong? Is someone
hurt!?” Hunk said with fear
“Are you guys okay?” Pidge rushed
“Everything’s fine,” Keith
replied and heard sighs of relief from his helmet.
Keith gave Lance a smile before
motioning towards the door. “Lets meet up with the others.”
Lance grinned, “You got i-“ Before
he could finish his sentence there was a blooming pain in his head and the
world went dark.
“La-“ Keith shouted before a
sharp pain sprung in his neck and he was welcomed with the same darkness.
“They are taking way to long.” Hunk said with worry coating his voice.
“I agree with Hunk. They should
be back by now.” Pidge stated in agreement.
Silence coated the room as Shiro
tried their coms again and was greeted with static. “We need to go find them.”
“Leave the red one” A Galran
sentry stated as he motioned towards the unconscious red paladin.
The other Galra nodded before
handcuffing Lance’s hands together and picked up his unconscious form.
“Sir, why did he only want the
blue paladin?” The Galra holding Lance questioned.
“Because, Lotor wanted to destroy
Voltron from the inside out.” They then pointed towards Lance, “He wanted to
start with the heart.”
Jackie and John F. Kennedy arrive in Caracas, Venezuela and address farmers about the Alliance for Progress initiative on December 16, 1961. Jackie is wearing a single-breasted apricot colored coat designed by Christian Dior.
Do you know some of the people that bullied Dylan and Eric?
Many of their bullies’ names were not listed, so I’m going list the people who bullied them and the people who witnessed them being bullied.
People who harassed Dylan and Eric.
Dustin Thurmon: He made fun of Eric and Dylan for wearing trench coats in 90 degrees heat and taunted them in bowling class.
Rocky Hoffschneider: Hoffschneider and his friends did pick on Dylan and Eric relentlessly, at one incident they threw skittles and bagels at them. In another incident, Hoffschneider and his friends surrounded their table and he said, “Why don’t you two fags kiss? You guys are such sweethearts.”
Hoffschneider’s name was found of Eric’s & Dylan’s shit list.
Mike Dinkle: bullied Eric, and Eric found out he was making fun of him behind his back, causing him to be upset.
Zach Johnston: mocked Eric for liking Rammstien. When they passed by eachother in the halls, Zach often said “Rammstien sucks” to get on his nerves.
Jordan Grimm: made fun of Dylan about his coat.
(Redacted): states herelentlessly abused Eric during gym because Eric was bad at sports and others bullied him too.
(Redacted): made fun of Eric in gym because he had a big head and skinny body, others bullied him too. He also bullied other people besides Eric.
People who witnessed Dylan and Eric being bullied.
Brooks Brown: was walking with Dylan and Eric when a group of jocks threw a glass bottle at them, landing by Dylan’s feet. As Brooks was about to curse at them, Dylan says, “don’t worry about it man, it happens all the time.” Brooks also notes another time when the jocks surrounded Eric and Dylan in the commons and squirted ketchup at them while calling them “fags.”
Mollie Weksler: knew teachers and a staff member that picked on Eric and Dylan.
Josh Chavez: Dylan made fun of in gym; called “Stretch”; uncoordinated, not good at sports.
Justin Baer: jocks once picked on Eric in gym, pushed him into lockers.
Steve Trujillo: heard that jocks had slammed Eric and Dylan into lockers, but he never saw it.
Scott Rathbun: both Eric and Dylan were teased in the previous year by kids who graduated.
Kristi Epling / Alyssa Sechler: Eric was teased by jocks for how he dressed and his size.
Chris Morris: states that Eric picked on more than Dylan; Eric was depressed about his size and getting picked on.
Mike Paavilainen: Eric and Dylan teased more in junior year by jocks who graduated in 1998.
❧ genre: angst ♧ ❧ pairing: Nolan Holloway X Reader ❧ warnings: physical bullying, swearing, S6 spoilers ❧ summary: in which you come across your best friend Nolan, beating up Liam in order to get him to shift.
After your encounter with Nolan, you hadn’t seen him or any of your other friends for the rest of the day. You attempt to take your mind off of the stressful situation by choosing to hang out with other people aside from your friends and avoiding Nolan in general.
But this proved to be difficult after the last class of the day as you walked down the crowded hallway towards your locker when you heard shouts and a large crowd. The wrenching feeling in your gut told your instinct that your friends were not in a good situation and so you slam your locker shut and rush towards the sound of the large crowd.
Pushing past people, you see a large crowd gather between the doorway of the classroom, blocking your view of whatever was happening inside. “Are you just going to let us do this to you?” your heart dropped, that was Nolan’s voice. You finally understood what was happening as your push past and through people to see the event unfold in front of you.
Nolan had his hands pressed to the sides of Liams bloodied face, holding him against the wall as he moved his face closer in a threatening matter. “You know you can take us. All you have to do is change.” he whispers, heavily emphasising the word.
You were horrified. Nolan is purposely trying to make Liam shift in front of people, you look around to see Mason next to you, held down by a number of students so that he couldn’t interfere. “The sun, the moon, the truth” Liam managed to whisper to himself in his shaky breath, calming himself down.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Nolan demands before Gabe pushes him aside “who cares” he says before landing a punch onto Liams face causing him to topple to the ground.
Characters: Dean, Reader, Sam, Jess, Meg, Charlie and Amara.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Warnings: Just swearing. And waaaaay too many eye rolls and sarcastic scowls. FLUFF! (Dean being a sweety)
Summary: College Au. Everyone meets up for drinks as friends usually do and things take a very interesting turn. The reader finally admits how she feels.
A/N: This is for @dancingalone21‘s AU Funny quote Challenge and I picked, “I have this code. No cash for ass.” I just wanna say congrats on 2K followers, your work is stellar and you deserve everyone of them. I hope everyone enjoys reading it as much as I enjoyed writing this. Thank you for reading and if you thought it was great, feedback would be appreciated. Lots of love!
“It swallowed me, this lunatic. Please save me tonight. Within this childish madness, you will save me tonight.” - [“Save Me” - BTS]
Summary: It was an unprecedented love that bloomed within the halls of your high school, until secret words were overheard, and shattered the budding romance. It changed your life forever, leading you down a path you had never thought you would be on– training to become a secret agent. You chose it to escape Yoongi and the results of how things ended between you two, but as fate would have it, that very same choice ended up leading you right back to him. Will you be able to save your clients and solve mysteries together despite your history? Will you be able to save each other? Will you able to save yourself…from yourself?
Yoongi x Reader (ft. Jin & all the other BTS members)
Secret Agent AU
Mystery, Action, Angst, & Fluff (contains some violence, mentions of murder, death, harassment, and bullying)
A/N: So I’M BACK! Wow, I was a little rusty haha but hopefully, you’ll enjoy this new update ^_^ thank you again for waiting so patiently! Enjoy!
You sighed as you thoroughly read through the
encrypted notes that Jimin had given you about the previous deaths and the two
suspects you had asked for. Nothing seemed to be adding up despite having more
information. None of their backgrounds had consistent similarities. There was a
missing piece and you were frustrated that you couldn’t pinpoint it.
stared at the sheet, willing a clue to emerge. Everything was intriguing. All
of their deaths, and all of their stories. Namjoon had so wonderfully organized
it for you, but still, even combined with your own observations, no definitive
patterns jumped out that could give you an advantage against the killer.
First Lady Jackie Kennedy tours the island palace of Jag Mandir (also called the “Lake Garden Palace”) and goes for a boat ride on Lake Pichola during her visit to Udaipur, India on March 17, 1962. Jackie is wearing a sleeveless apricot colored dress designed by Oleg Cassini. The dress is accompanied by a matching boxy coat with ¾ sleeves.
Request from anon: What would be Levi’s reaction to someone who has almost the same personality as him: sassy, quiet, yet sarcastic and introverted? The person doesn’t trust in anyone, not even in her/his superiors (this is the difference between this person and Levi), but if it is necessary: ready to die if s/he is ordered to.
I’m thinking this is going to be a series, so here’s part one!
The sun beat down, causing sweat to pool on your brow as you mercilessly sparred with your comrade.
“Oi, you there! Brat! What’s your name?”
You both stopped your combat immediately, standing up straight as your threw your fists over your hearts. The man before you was your height, but his icy glare on your frame made him much more intimidating than his stature allowed.
“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), sir!”
Staring straight ahead, you held your position as he looked you over, seemingly scrutinizing you from head to toe.
“Grab your things. You’re coming with me.”
He spun on the heel of his impressively polished boots, walking away towards the small building where your barracks were located.
Your eyes went wide as you whipped your head to the side, seeing your comrade was just as bewildered as you were.
He shooed you with his hands, staring in amazement at the back of the famed Captain Levi.
Shaking your head, you snapped out of your state and grabbed your coat, hurrying after the Captain until you were walking by his side. You kept quiet, but couldn’t help to take a sideways glance at him. He was just as handsome in person as everyone had said and twice as intimidating. His jet black hair hung in face, partially covering his steely grey eyes and his jaw was set into what looked like a permanent, hard line.
The two of you stopped when you came to the entrance to the small cabin and he didn’t bother meeting your eyes as he instructed you.
“You have two minutes.”
Wasting no time, you scurried inside and gathered all your belongings in a hurry, tossing them into the largest bag you could find before rushing back outside with only seconds to spare.
“That horse on the left is yours. Try to keep up, because I won’t be slowing down for you, brat.”
He was on his horse within the next breath, riding off before you could get your pack secured, but you couldn’t risk being left behind. Hastily, you tied everything down, praying it would stay as you mounted your horse, coaxing it to break into a sprint.
After a long and painfully quiet ride, you gazed up in amazement at the castle you had arrived at. Following the fearsome Captain to the stables, you dismounted your horse, still never taking your eyes off the impressive sight until you had to remove your belongings, which had thankfully made the trip.
Why were you here though? Could this really be true? Was this where the Levi Squad was? Were you..actually going to be a part of it?
“Hurry up. Dinner is soon. I’ll show you to your room.”
Levi’s voice nearly startled you as it brought you out of your racing thoughts and you noticed you were falling behind him once again.
Once inside, you didn’t have much time to marvel at the beauty of the architecture, because Levi was already halfway down the hall. A short walk up the stone staircase, you came to what you assumed were your quarters. Levi didn’t hesitate to throw open the doors, but to your surprise you only found a single bed. It was a dream come true. No more sharing a single room with four other comrades; you had your own space.
“These will be your quarters. Dinner is in a half hour. Don’t be late, brat.”
With that, you watched Levi stomp off back down the stairs, leaving you reeling from the sudden and drastic events of the day.
Yesterday my dog got bit by a bug on the inside(?) of her paw. She was really freaking out and she's fine now. I'm still kinda worried. Could you write something where Kara gets a hurt dog from the street and she has to deal with it?
She’s not listening for anything in particular.
Whenever James or Winn ask her what it is that she strains her ears for while she flies above the city, she just shrugs. She doesn’t know how to explain it beyond, “I’ll know it when I hear it.”
Sometimes, it’s the sound of breaks screeching or a gun being cocked or a child calling up a tree for a snake named Fluffy that seems to enjoy heights.
Today, it’s a low, whimpering kind of whine emanating from an alleyway.
And just like she tells James and Winn, she knows it when she hears it.
She puts on a burst of speed and soars down at a pace Barry Allen would be impressed by.
“Hey little buddy,” she says immediately on landing.
On landing and finding a husky with matted fur and sad eyes, whining and whimpering and alternately licking one of their front paws and squeaking and rubbing it against the ground.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” she says, not moving as the pup notices her and tries to back away. “I’m not going to hurt you. But I see something did.”
“Supergirl,” Alex’s voice rings out in her ear. “Our telemetry from your suit says you put on a lot of speed there: did something happen? You okay?”
Kara just smiles, more to herself than to the puppy.
“You see? My sister’s a great doctor. She can help you with that paw of yours.”
First Lady Jackie Kennedy arrives in New Delhi, India on March 12, 1962. Jackie is wearing a bright pink silk and wool coat designed by Oleg Cassini. John Kenneth Galbraith, the United States Ambassador to India, described the color of the coat as “radioactive pink”. Later that day, she wore a white version of this coat.
“I don’t think your arm is supposed to bend like that…"
kuroo and tsukki’s first meeting. part of the krtsk fma!au
no one asked for. kei as a state alchemist and kuroo as his superior officer/automail
a/n: i got a lot of questions/request if i’m going to continue my fma!au oneshot and well here’s your answer.
Their first meeting went like this:
“I don’t think your arm is supposed to bend like that…”
Central HQ. Tsukishima is a newly minted State Alchemist and
fresh from a skirmish in Baschool. He’s waiting to give his report to Colonel
Sawamura when Kuroo spotted him by the waiting lounge with his automail arm
twisted at an awkward angle all the way to Sunday.
“Excuse me?” Tsukishima narrowed his eyes at the newcomer standing
across him. Something acrid at the tip of his tongue before he noticed the
uniform and the rank insignia on his shoulder marks. Damn military protocols.
Kuroo smirked, despite the concern still clearly etched on
his face, catching on to Tsukishima’s change in demeanor upon realization.
“I said I don’t think your arm is supposed to bend like
that.” He points to the twisted automail arm barely hanging by its wires.
“Shouldn’t you be getting that fixed first—“ amber eyes slid to the side and
narrowed at the insignia at Tsukishima’s black coat “—State Alchemist?”
Tsukishima wanted to ask how he knows. Then again,
considering his rank and the fact that rumors spread like wild fire within HQ
and the militia, Tsukishima is not at all that surprised anymore. It’s not
often that someone below the legal age is granted the title of State Alchemist
and joins the ranks. Tsukishima Kei is just one of the few geniuses who happens
to be given that privilege and honor.
“I will as soon as I deliver my report to Colonel Sawamura.”
“Well, you’re going to wait a whole lot longer, kid.
Sawamura just got summoned by General Ukai.”
“That’s fine. I have time.” Tsukishima said with a forced
polite smile that only served to widen the smirk on Kuroo’s face. “Shouldn’t
you be going along as well, Colonel?” He gestured towards the files on Kuroo’s
“Don’t worry about me, State Alchemist. I’ve got all the
time in the world. You on the other hand,” he sent a significant look at
Tsukishima’s automail which he is now clutching to his side.
“Thank you for your concern, Colonel. I’ll be sure to have
my arm check as soon as I deliver my report.”
“Oh, and did I mention General Nekomata was in there as
First Gacha: “Let’s pick out furniture for this new place.” “I hope you can find something you like” “Hm, what’s alright with me?” “I like what you like.”
So what’s in the gacha?
Parent-Child Turtle Lantern
the exact title of this item is “kuroi rekishi ga aru haori” = haori with a black history. I’m not sure what this means, but if I had to guess it alludes to Kojuro’s personal aim to appear to betray Masamune in order to bring the Date to Toyotomis power and thus creating peace and consolidate power for the greater good - like a dark shroud of mystery, if you will.
The bturtle and snake is a common motif in men’s kimono and black turtle (Genbu) is one of the heavenly guardians associated with protection and longevity (I don’t know why the turtle is always paired with a snake, and in some cases the snake is part of the turtle but heyyy). Thanks to Bontenmaru, turtle has become Kojuro’s motif - if he has a tattoo, you betcha there are gonna be turtle elements in there.
Jinbaori is the stately coat or vest men wears as an outer. Yes they wear them mostly to battle and formal political events. For the life of me I don’t know why this man chose WHITE to wear to the battlefield, like I’ll be having a fit as his wife or I will just get him a new one everytime.
Old man is into bonsai (HALP!). Lol, wisteria is my favourite kimono motif and I AM SO HAPPY Kojuro’s stuff has aplenty of them. I wished there’ve been more consistencies with his event story items but heh, I don’t think a character ever assigned to the same designer and writer at voltage so yeah…
In hanakotoba, wisteria means a welcome with a caution (like, welcome, but also be careful) and it can also means intoxicated with love - which fits his story since most of his fluffy moments with MC takes place in the wisteria garden, which MC wants to always see with Kojuro, and wants to plant in their new castle.
Naturally I went overboard with collecting this item :P
Second Gacha “Both of us accumulate more things.” “Happy? Haha, I am too.” “I want to collect more memorable things from now on.” “… Of course I would tidy them up.” *sweatdrop*
So what’s in the gacha?
Shunga from Shigezane
The exact title is “shigezane kara oshitsuke rareta shunga” = shunga imposed by Shigezane lol lol lol. Shige’s porn probably not really kojuro’s taste but he’s like “YOU WILL LOVE THEM OLDMAN, THEY ARE EXQUISITE!” and Shige just put them in his bookshelves.
Bontenmaru and a Friend
Like aaawwwwwwww, this rabbit is often showed up, even in the Oshu autumn castle background.Kojuro might want to name him Bontenmaru Can we name him Tokimunemaru pleaaaseeee, he’s afterall symbolises Shige, whose castle items mostly have a bunny motif.
I have a headcanon that this rabbit somehow always manage to find a way to sneak to the garden and befriends Bontenmaru and Kojuro just gives up and considers him his casual pet, lol. And when Shigezane finds out he’s like
“So did you name this bunny Bontenmaru too?”
(unsarcastically, mind you, cause Kojuro names everything Bontenmaru)
To which Kojuro stared at him for two seconds and,
“Actually I was thinking about calling him Tokimunemaru.”
(sarcastically), but seeing how Shigezane’s face lights up, he thinks Tokimunemaru is a great name for that bunny. Shigezane won’t shut up about how excited he is.
Bontenmaru Cushion - Gentle for the Waist
I KID YOU NOT THIS IS THE ACTUAL TITLE OF THE ITEM - “koshi ni yasashi Bontenmaru zabuton” Like, Oldman needs cushioning for his waist alright? Hahahahahahha, imagine him reclining, smoking his kiseru, so sexy and elegant in all appearance except for the fact that he’s reclining on a giant turtle plushie cushion.
Kojuro-sama’s canopied bedding
Kojuro-sama’s couple table
Couple’s Promise Book
This book breaks my heart. Because the pages are filled with marriage vow of MC and Kojuro, and MC treasured this item so much - it also serves as an official marriage document.
I’m not exactly sure how/if this contract or marriage certificates serves in Sengoku law, and if the blank pages of the book are supposed to be filled with other stuff, or maybe added as the marriage progresses.
In the story MC went after Kojuro to HIde’s camp, bringing this note as a proof that she is Kojuro’s wife. but she din’t get to show this to Hide because Hide, seemingly believes her word, brings her to Kojuro straight up. But he denies her. ANGST ensues! I’ll do a summary.
okokok i need to come up with something better how's. this. "Here, take my coat, you look cold"
Sankt Petersburg is cold. This is not unusual. What is unusual is Victor’s miserable state. He’d left his coat at the rink, and it was probably completely closed now. While he did have his wallet on him, his keys to his apartment (and the rink) as well as his phone were in his coat.
Not to mention Sankt Petersburg is cold, and now he’s cursed himself to going home in this miserable weather. He jogs as quickly as possible, trying to keep himself warm. His breath puffs out into the air almost like steam, and he can’t hold back a shiver as he waits at a crosswalk.
Suddenly, there’s a tap on his shoulder. “Here, take my coat. You look cold,” someone says in English.
Victor turns around in surprise, the first thing he registers being a fluffy-looking burgundy coat. “Pardon?”
The coat is lowered, and Victor is taken aback at the man offering it to him. Short black hair, brown eyes, clearly Asian features. His English sounds flawless. “I think you need it more than me,” he says.
“I can’t possibly-” Victor hesitates, of course. He’s more used to the infernal weather than this foreigner, surely. “That’s very kind of you, but…”
The pedestrian light signals to walk.
“I have a ride waiting around the corner, so I insist,” the man says. “Please, take it.” He drops it in Victor’s hands and walks past him onto the crosswalk.
Victor shivers again, hesitating still. He follows after him. “How will I give it back?”
“You can keep it.” Once they’re on the other side of the street, Victor watches, at a loss, as the man walks in a different direction from him now.
“At least give me your name?” Victor calls. He wants a name to put to this kind Samaritan.
He sees the man pause, a smile on his lips when he turns around. “Yuuri!” he replies. He looks immaculate for some reason, in that moment. The lightly falling snow contrasts with his dark hair and dark outfit, and the smile transforms him in a way that makes ‘He’s beautiful’ cross Victor’s mind.
He opens his mouth to give Yuuri his own name, but he is already gone.
Victor ends up donning the coat on the way home. It stops him from shivering, and smells the way that all clothes do when they’re freshly laundered. Comforting. He manages to show the doorman his ID to be let in and get the building manager to open his apartment for him.
Yuuri stays on his mind the whole time. Victor knows it’s foolish to think so much of a random encounter, but few people give away their coats so easily. Especially ones as nice as this one. He remembers the smile, the offer, the gentle way he’d spoken. The kind insistence that Victor take the coat.
What kind of person is Yuuri? Did he like dogs? Why was he in Sankt Petersburg? From Japan, or America, or where?
Deep down, Victor wants to meet him again. Return the coat, maybe ask him for a coffee and get to know him better.
He wants, and it’s silly, but he can’t help it.
The next day, Victor wears the coat on the way to the rink. If he looks around for Yuuri on the way there, well, only he knows that.
Yakov berates him for leaving his coat and everything at the rink last night — as well as Yuri for not noticing before he had left and locked up. Victor hardly notices, too light on his feet about Yuuri and his kindness.
It takes Mila shaking him while he’s tying up his skates for him to snap out of it. “Victor, you didn’t have your phone last night, right? Then you haven’t heard of what happened to Politician Duma.”
Victor frowns. He cares little for politics and politicians. “No, what happened?” he asks anyway.
“Someone blew up his residence!” Mila steals his phone and unlocks it, tapping in something before shoving the screen in Victor’s face. “Everyone’s talking about it though because it was some internationally wanted criminal, and no one knows the motive.”
The face that looks at Victor is blurry, likely from some low-res security camera shot, but a jolt of recognition goes up his spine. The person has slicked-back dark hair and pale skin, and the collar of a black shirt pokes up from their burgundy coat.
“He’s called Eros apparently. This is the best picture they’ve gotten of him, so it’s being televised everywhere.” Mila pauses. “Is something wrong?”
“Nothing,” Victor says. “Nothing at all.”
The burgundy coat burns a hole in his awareness now. The pockets had been empty when he had checked, not a single sign of the owner’s identity. Had Yuuri even been a real name?
As Victor gets on the ice, he feels his hopeful fantasies crumble. Was it really kindness, or did he want to get rid of coat to throw authorities off his track? Was I just convenient? he wonders.
If his skating has a heartbroken tint to it that day, no one dares to comment.
Gabriel walked into your bedroom that morning, padding up to your bed slowly. You were so peaceful when you slept. It was completely different from the face he had seen last night. You looked so strung out; as if you were going to break.
Balthazar and Samandriel were dead, he couldn’t understand how you could see them. Perhaps there was something that he didn’t know. He was sure that he knew everything about you and people like you. It had been thousands of years since someone like you had come along.
“In the last war, didn’t I supposedly go missing,” Balthazar rambled. “How ironic for me to die protecting someone; a human to be exact. Although [Y/N] isn’t technically human.”