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strlingsav · 2 years

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obsessed with how you write ghost omfg. could i request a silly smut fic? (not actually silly i just can’t be serious)

ghost x medic reader (gn/fem aligned?), mutual pining. ghost gets a minor injury on his thigh and medic reader helps him out but he can’t stop thinking about how soft and small their hands were so he goes and…helps himself afterwards. you can take it wherever you want from there

Oh absolutely 😈 thank you for the ask 🤍

Wounded

– Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Doctor!Reader

— Ghost shows gratitude for your help with his injury.

Two

Explicit/gory content under the cut. Read at your own risk.

He'd sauntered in, a limp to his walk, though still carrying his weight as if he wasn't leaving drops of blood over the floor behind him.

He would've gone unnoticed around the busy hospital, had it not been for his giant body looming at your door. Your head turned to see the armoured man.

You'd seen him before, as a patient, and on base, usually alone. He had a silent disposition and commanded authority with his presence alone. He was always stoic, even more so with the mask over his face. You'd learned to read his body language; the stiffness in his muscles anytime he came across your office. He'd shift his weight every so often, and always looked you in the eye.

You would've been intimidated, had you not already known him from the unplanned visits he made to your office when he'd add another injury to the ever-growing list.

You were attracted to him, in a way that made you nervous. You made sure it didn't affect your work, avoiding the temptation even though he always dragged himself to your door, bleeding out, asking for your help. You weren't sure how much longer you could hold out, despite the nagging voice in your head repeating that it was wrong, an abuse of your position.

"Lieutenant," You greeted him from your desk, turning your body to face him.

"Need a tune-up, Doc," He grumbled.

Your eyes scanned his body for any discernible injuries, finally falling to an open, weeping gash just above his knee. His fatigues were stained red, the pink flesh of his muscle visible.

"Take a seat," You nodded to the examination table.

Standing from your chair, Ghost's gaze wandered from the wall to your frame, his eyes trailing down the curve of your hips, to the undeniably arousing view of your ass as you bent over.

He had taken a liking to you. He liked seeing you. You always had something to say, always took his mind off the chaos for a moment when you talked to him. He liked the conversation, and would only ever have you fix his wounds.

You had a gentle touch, soft and warm, but confident. You'd patched him up more times than he could count; bullet wounds, nasty cuts he got from fieldwork, even the reckless injuries you scolded him for.

He favoured you, your work, found your bluntness invigorating. He felt like you saw him, understood him. Maybe it was your degree in psychology, but he liked to think you purposely studied him to know him.

He was drawn to you, your warmth, your empathy, your smell, and the way your scrubs fit wasn't a bad sight for an injured soldier, either.

"It's above your knee?" You asked, sliding gloves over your hands.

He nodded.

"You'll have to take them off," You said, your eyes falling to his pants.

You held your breath, waiting expectantly for adamant denial or a piercing glare. Ghost always took your orders in stride; you knew what you were doing, but asking him to strip in front of you was something you anticipated he'd protest.

He paused for a movement, before standing to his feet, undoing his belt and dropping his fatigues down his legs.

His thighs spread over the table as he made himself comfortable, leaning forward to rest his elbow on his uninjured leg.

You swallowed. Surprised, but not unaffected by the sight before you. You tried not to stare at his naked thighs, or the prominent bulge in his briefs. You blinked a few times, clearing the depraved thoughts from your mind. He was still your patient- you were still his doctor.

You flushed the wound, cleaned the area gently, a comfortable silence settling over the two of you. Ghost was adamant about a closure without numbing, though you always ignored him and used xylocaine anyways. Grabbing your suture material, forceps and needle drivers, you paused before beginning.

"I know you've done this before, but let me know if you need a breather."

He merely nodded, watching you pull the subcuticular layers of his skin back together. Your eyes were focused solely on your work, ignoring the hyper-awareness of how close your bodies were, how you could hear his soft breaths, feel the impressive muscles of his thighs that flexed with every movement.

Not a single utterance of protest came from him, even when the needle pierced his skin and tugged it closed.

His eyes shut- even through the latex he could feel the warmth of your hands, your delicate but skilled fingers prodding and pulling at his flesh. Your voice pulled him from his stupor, his eyes finding yours.

"How did this one happen?" You asked, your eyes lifting to his.

You swallowed again. His eyes were glued to yours, narrowed. You had a nagging feeling he could see right through you- the way your breathing picked up, your jugular pounded against the soft skin of your throat. He could probably smell the arousal seeping from your pores.

"Throwin' knives," He said, now peering down at your hands.

Your palm rested on his thigh as you inspected your sutures.

He took note of just how small your hand was, compared to the muscle of his thigh. How good it felt against him, and what else he could imagine those hands doing; wrapped around his cock, your light touch urging him to his climax, the sweet, relaxing voice of yours whispering in his ear.

"You should be more careful," Your brows furrowed.

"Should be," He nodded. "If I were, don't think I'd ever see you."

"Is that a bad thing?" You smiled, finishing the last knot.

When he didn't answer, his eyes firmly looking you over, testing your boundaries, you sat back on the stool, collecting yourself, clearing your throat. It wouldn't just be harmless flirting, not if he made it into something.

"You can get dressed."

You watched from the corner of your eye while washing your hands as he pulled his fatigues back over his legs.

"Cheers, Doc," He said, giving you one last look before he left.

He leaned back against the headboard, his hand tucked into the waistband of his pants.

He sucked in a sharp breath as he took hold of his cock, teasing strokes as he imagined your eyes, the soft curves of your face, and those scrubs you wore that he ached to tear off. You'd lean over him, use those gentle hands to stroke up and down, letting spit drip from your puffy lips to the head of his cock.

His head fell back, knees bending as he settled into position, his eyes rolling back into his head as his testes tightened.

"Fuckin' hell," He grunted, his body twitching as he moved faster.

Behind his eyes he could see you whispering in his ear, begging for his cock, undressing yourself for him, letting him kiss and touch every part of you.

He liked to think you'd be soaked, silky liquid dousing his cock, only getting wetter with every passing moment while he fucked you.

He wondered if you always smelled so fucking good, not a perfume, just you. He could almost smell it now, seeping into his senses until the warmth in his gut nearly burned.

"That's it," He grunted again, a bit louder this time but he hardly notice. "That's fuckin' it."

He'd nearly made it, so close to relief when there was a knock at his door.

He growled in frustration, removing his hand before making his way to the door. Throwing his mask on, he yanked it open.

You stood behind it, your eyes moving to his when he appeared before you.

"Lieutenant," You smiled. "You forgot these," You said, shaking a bottle of pain medication.

He chuckled- it was almost like he'd willed you to his room, or maybe you knew just how badly he wanted you.

"Thanks," He said, taking the bottle from you to set it aside.

"Stitches holding up okay?" You asked.

He nodded. "Why you askin'?"

"Sounded like some pretty rigorous exercise going on in there," You teased, a small smile overtaking your lips.

You couldn't help yourself, couldn't hold back from falling into his well-lain trap. You'd brought yourself to his door, this time- it was real.

His face would've gone crimson, he would've bashfully tried to explain himself- but that wasn't the kind of man he was. Especially not when the object of his desire was at his door, alone, flush-faced and doe-eyed.

"You spyin' on me?"

It was your turn to be put on the spot. Heat creeping over your neck and cheeks at the way his eyes stared you up and down, his body leaning against the doorframe.

"No," You shook your head. "I don't usually make house calls," You said, stepping a bit closer, your face level with his chest. Your head tipped up, unafraid of the abyss in his eyes. "But, I made an exception for you."

"'M flattered, Doc. You joinin' me, or still on office hours?" His smug smile was blatant- you wouldn't give in so easily.

"Off the clock," You answered, stepping inside the threshold, past him. "I can leave, if you're busy."

"I always got time for you, sweetheart," He tilted his head, watching the bashful smile lift your lips.

He stalked closer, shutting the door behind him slowly, cautiously.

He could read you well, especially with the lustful glaze over your eyes. You were begging him to call your bluff.

His chest bumped against your back, and you could hear his quiet breaths in your ear. You held your oblivious disposition, even as his hand slid around your waist, an unexpectedly light touch, fingertips grazing your stomach.

"Be glad to make your trip worthwhile."

Your eyes blinked lazily, turning your head to find his chest. You felt a flutter in your womb, your panties already wet with arousal.

His fingers slid down your stomach to graze your pelvis, reaching further, putting pressure against the seam of your pants, teasing you. It made you flinch, even minimal contact had you on edge, anticipating what he would do next.

"That'd be nice of you."

"Think you deserve better than nice."

You bit your cheek, watching as he tugged your scrubs down, following his lead as he turned you to back you against the wall. Your chest was rising and falling hurriedly, your hands connecting to the crown of his head as he slid down to his knee.

He hooked his fingers under his mask, lifting it to his nose bridge. Coarse hands ran up your calf, lifting your thigh to his shoulder.

"Lieutenant," You warned, shaken from the haze of arousal clouding your judgement. "Watch your leg."

"Stop talkin' Doc," He shot back, his eyes on you as he moved closer, resting his hands around your thighs. "You ain't workin' anymore," He said; low, unthreatening.

Your jaw dropped when his lips connected to your hip bone, moving further down to press slow, sensuous kisses to the velvety skin of your inner thighs and pubic bone.

He pressed his face into the crest of your thighs, parting you with his tongue, gliding between to caress your clit with a gentle touch.

Your knees trembled, threatening to give out when his pressure increased, but he held you firmly in his grip, denying any attempts to shy from his tongue.

His lips around your clit made your head fall against the wall, a quiet moan escaping from the depths of your lungs, your fingers dug into his scalp.

You were drenched; saliva and liquid arousal running between your thighs, Ghost slurping softly at every escaping drop, lapping his tongue over the sensitive organ to make your body shake.

"Shit," You whispered, a strangled sound leaving your lips between gasps for air.

He ignored the pain in his thigh- likely his stitches stretching the connected skin, but his mind was far too invested in your moans and whimpers, the way you tasted.

His fingers dug into your skin, a phantom of pain, disguised by the pleasure he showered you with. He couldn't help but grasp at your body, determined to make the most of being on his knees for you.

From below, he lifted his eyes to watch you come undone; your head tilted back, mouth open with soft pants, eyes opening and fluttering closed.

Your own fingers dug into the balaclava over his head, inadvertently pulling him into your pussy, asking for more, begging for relief.

You were so close, your pussy fluttering with desperation, your hips grinding harshly against his face, hitting his nose with every thrust. He moaned against you, determined to have you cum on his lips.

You did, pulling roughly on the fabric of his mask, squeezing your thighs together, your breathing stopping for a moment before you came-to.

Your eyes opened, finding his, watching you, studying you.

When he stood to his feet, his lips and nose glistening, he wrapped his hand in your hair, pulling your lips to his. You had to stand on your toes to reach him, desperately chasing his lips as he stepped backwards, heading toward his bed.

His tongue met yours, soft caresses turning harsh and uncaring within a few moments, his hand still fanning the expanse of your neck.

Your hand on his chest gently ushered him to the mattress, climbing over him as he laid down.

"You should really be more mindful of my handiwork," You sighed, your hand pressing against his chest.

"Thought I told you to stop talkin'."

You grinned, suppressing a laugh.

"At least let me ease the burden," You replied, an amused smile on your face as your hand rubbed over the obvious bulge in his fatigues.

His head fell back, sucking in a sharp breath through clenched teeth. He'd been so pent up, so frustrated since leaving your office that your hands over his groin nearly made him explode.

Pulling his zipper open, you dragged them down, enough to glide your fingers over his cock with a teasing approach.

His eyes drifted shut, pleasure coursing through him at the feeling he'd imagined so many times before. It was better- much better than the version he created in his head.

Here, he could let his hand rest on your hip, didn't have to imagine what you looked like beneath the scrubs as you peeled them from your body. Best of all, your smell was invigorating, and real.

Your hands were much softer than his, smaller, too, but it mattered very little as you stroked up and down, your eyes trained on his reactions. His lips were parted, chest heaving with every breath, thighs flexing against you.

His hips twitched, furrowed brows staring you down as he fought the urge to take over, settling for praising your methodical touch.

"Fuck sake," He growled, lifting you closer, your slick pussy grinding against his cock.

"You alright?" You asked, suddenly worried you'd hurt his injury.

"More than alright. Keep goin', sweetheart."

You smiled softly, grinding your hips against him, watching his head fall back.

"Christ, I need to be inside you," He sounded desperate, still chewing his teeth.

"Sure you can handle it?" It was a genuine question, spurred by your concern for his injuries.

"Don't care much for coddlin'," He said. "Sit on my cock already."

He didn't wait long for your answer, helping you forward.

Goosebumps rose from your skin as you obliged his order, situating his cock to penetrate you slowly, stretching your pussy further than you were sure it had ever been before.

Your lips fell open in a guttural moan, and his hands rose to your waist, fingertips digging into your soft flesh.

The first few strides were utterly fucking delicious; mixed pain and pleasure, his eyes expressing euphoria at the feeling of your warm, soaked pussy wrapped around him.

"That's good," He nodded, frantic with pleasure. "Fuck, that's good."

He gritted his teeth when you rose slightly, sliding back down his length to adjust yourself. Your hands planted on his chest, squeezing into his muscle with sharp nails.

"Ghost," You murmured, your mind focusing on just how deep he was inside you.

Your eyes narrowed at him, and he reached your clit, his fingers rubbing circles over it. He sat up a bit more, his unoccupied hand gripping your hip, grinding you back and forth over his cock. His lips attached to yours, making you lean forward on his lap, your hips still rolling against his.

His tongue slid inside your mouth, not wasting time with pleasantries, swallowing every harsh breath, every whimper from your mouth.

He paused, groaning into your lips, biting at the swell of your bottom lip, before pulling away to hold himself up on one hand.

He looked up at you, fingers still massaging your clit in relentless circles that matched the pace of your hips, then dropped his gaze to watch your pussy swallow his cock with agonizing greed.

You were nearly cumming again- disbelief etched into your face with your brows dipping, satisfied moans echoing in the room, your pace sporadic and sloppy.

"You're stranglin' my fuckin' cock," He grunted, now sitting up, his hand reaching to grab your ass. "Cum on it," He whispered, his lips finding purchase on the expanse of your throat.

His foul words sent a shiver of arousal up your spine, exhaling a shallow breath through pursed lips. You laced your fingers together at the back of his neck, pulling your chest closer to his. You could look down at him, see his dark and claiming eyes poring into yours.

"Almost," You whined. "Almost there."

He didn't relent, one hand pulling at the flesh of your ass and thighs, the other in a flurry of motion across your clit. His lips laid claim to your neck and chest, teasing licks at your nipples that dragged you closer to your orgasm.

A crescendo of pleasure surged through you, warmth flooding your entire body, a loud moan escaping shamelessly. Your body hardened, hips faltering as you clenched down around him, your hands gripping his shoulders.

"Fuckin' hell," He growled, holding onto you with a fierce strength as your head bowed, and your body relaxed.

You recovered in time to find his muscles bulging, on edge, a single movement away from releasing inside you. Watching your climax had his cock twitching.

"That's it-," He moaned quietly, covered by deep breaths. "Better move, sweetheart."

"I'm on contraception," You uttered, finding the remaining strength to continue.

"I like when you talk medical." He was nearly out of breath while holding back from burying his cum inside you.

He grinned, smug and teasing, before you lifted up ever so slightly, gliding back down his cock to meet his pelvis. The change in method made him lurch forward, both hands helping to lift you up and down his cock, soft grunts and praise falling from him while you bounced on his cock.

"Jesus Doc," He mumbled, his eyes glued to your breasts. He was hesitant while reaching up to palm the malleable flesh, but did anyways, unable to resist.

He then moulded his hands to fit in your waist, his eyes shifting to yours, then he buried his face against your throat, able to inhale the scent of your shampoo, the pheromones on your slick skin. It drove him over the edge, releasing his cum deep inside you without warning.

You felt the change, his fingers a bit more rough with your flesh, his arms holding you down on his cock. He grunted a few times, leaving breathy moans against your neck.

His cock still buried deep inside you made your pussy flinch, in turn causing him to twitch, eliciting a soft groan in your ear.

It was still for a moment, the both of you regaining your wind, taking time to appreciate the after-effects.

Once settled, you dressed yourself and looked at the naked man strewn out on the bed with his arms beneath his head. His wound was bloody, your sutures having torn from his skin.

"I told you you had to be careful," You scolded, moving closer to inspect it.

"Guess I'll be seein' you later then, Doc."

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tiddygame · 7 months

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i’ve stared at this for so long that i now hate it and think ive lost all concept of how to write so take this and get it out of my google docs

the introduction is rough and the medical depictions (and accuracy/realism) could use some (a lot of) work but whatever! here it is, my vague yet still oddly specific idea of how the face reveal would go in @myriadblvck ’s streamer au:

tw: description of a panic attack? i think?

[this takes place post first irl meet but before they’re officially together]

imagine ghost has a glasgow smile but on one side they carved a little too deep and left some nerve damage. time and surgery helped, after which he could eat unimpeded and talk without a lisp, but there's still some facial nerve damage and/or skin contractures from scarring, specifically around the corner of his mouth.

now, everytime he smiles, be it shit eating grin or a full genuine joy filled smile that not even grumpy mcgrumperson could hold off, it always looks wrong because one corner doesn't raise fully like the other.

everything else is fine, there isn’t any facial paralysis, he just smiles… wrong. especially since only one eye properly squints when he smiles, giving him the look of someone who got stuck mid wink.

if he wants to look “normal” (or as normal as he could get it) he has to manually squint his other eye. still, it always felt weird; you don't realize how much those muscles affect the rest of your face until they're gone.

it's why he learned to always wear the mask.

when his expression is neutral, you don’t really notice it. if you can see his mouth when he talks however, it’s obvious that there’s something wrong. he wouldn’t say he’s necessarily ashamed of the scars and damage itself, but it’s the stares that are the worst. before he started hiding behind it, people would openly gawk or even glare at him as if he was some ne’er-do-well gang member that got what was coming to him.

he still remembers the cosmetic surgeon that had been talking to him about fixing the contractures— the whole appointment was a fucking nightmare. the cuts had healed nicely enough especially considering how bad it could have been; he was lucky to only need a little cosmetic help. the only reason he was there was so he could fucking eat food without struggling to open his mouth.

the doctor spent god knows how long breaking down everything wrong with his face like he was a fucking car mechanic lying about how dirty your filter is. the guy constantly mentioned that while he was under, they could also fix his jawline, do a rhinoplasty, trying to break him down to agree to more work.

he was already fuming my the time the doc brought up how kids would react. asking ghost if he wanted to scare children since “you cant expect the little youngins that are still learning about the world to not get scared by something scary,” and that “even some adults would cringe at the scarring.”

what stuck out most was the condescending smile he had when he said it. as if he was pointing out the obvious and ghost was being stupid and shortsighted by not agreeing.

he declined everything except what was medically necessary. the procedure went fine and after an aggravatingly long recovery period, he could eat solid foods again without issue. but the comments still stuck with him.

…okay, maybe he’s a little ashamed.

scaring kids with your face doesn’t feel good and being reminded of everything you’ve lost when you try to smile can really fuck you up in a way words fail to describe.

so yeah, he hates it. he’s gotten used to the mask, both skull clad balaclava and simple medical mask, being a permanent layer of armor. even now that he’s a bit more comfortable in his own skin it still feels wrong to pull it off.

when he gets close to soap, it still feels like a layer of vulnerability that he’ll never be prepared for.

the first time he let soap see his face, there hadn’t been any grandiose build up, no extravagant planning.

simon had arrived just a few hours earlier. he hated commercial flights with a burning passion but it was always worth it to see johnny.

with soaps twin out of town for the week, he had decided to take leave to spend time with his friend, a friend that he most certainly did NOT have a crush on (a disclaimer roach and gaz heard everytime they started snickering over ghost taking leave.)

johnny had cooked something nice and simple for dinner, saying that simon had spent too long with MREs and deserved real food (ghost only agreed if he was the one washing the dishes, soap had laughed and told him he's not so kind as to let him off the hook for chores).

when they ate, it was always in the living room with johnny taking care to always stay angled away from simon, never trying to catch a glimpse, regardless of how much he wanted to see what was under the mask. the obvious gesture of kindness and respect for his boundaries always left him feeling all weird and fuzzy inside. but, then again, johnny seemed pretty good at triggering that feeling in general.

their finished plates were on the coffee table and johnny was watching whatever dumb movie he had put on. he was pretty sure the man spent more time talking over it and making fun of everything than he did actually watching it (it was simon’s favorite way to watch a movie.)

ghost however, was watching soap. thinking.

in the end, it was an impulsive decision made after a strong three seconds of consideration.

“you uhm— you can look by the way,” ghost stared at the can of soda in his hands, immediately regretting the words.

“what?” soap didn’t fully turn, just shifted slightly to hear him better. a simple gesture to show he was listening without turning to face him. it normally made simon happy to see that johnny was more than willing to accommodate for his boundaries. now though it made him feel stupid for robbing johnny of a normal face to face conversation, a normal human interaction, just over his idiotic insecurities.

“my face, you—,” he felt his heart block his airway and tried clearing his throat before continuing, “you can look if you want,” christ he wanted the ground to swallow him whole. why was he getting so fucked up over this?

“are you sure?” he hadn’t turned yet, but ghost could see his pensive expression from here. this should be nothing. realistically, he knew johnny seeing his scars wouldn’t suddenly make him hate him… right?

“yes.”

but it was more than the fear of hatred, wasn’t it? he was scared that johnny would see him. see more than just the scars, see all of the ugly idiosyncrasies and insecurities laid bare. afraid that johnny would see the truth of how unlovable he was.

jesus he was getting so fucking worked up and dramatic over nothing.

ghost didn’t look up. he made an effort to not focus on his peripheral vision. he heard soap turn, heard the intake of breath. the silence was loud only for a second. then, deafening white noise surrounded him, inescapable, suffocating.

fuck.

he didn’t regret giving permission but god did he regret everything else; the stupid scars, the stupid nerve damage, the stupid way he had managed to fall for someone so fucking good like johnny while he was unequivocally unworthy of his love.

stop being so fucking dramatic. you are not together, never have been and never will be. reality was blatant in front of him but it didn’t stop his heart from foolishly hoping.

he heard soap stand and walk closer. saw from where he was still staring a hole in the can his feet step in front of his. saw johnny’s hands raise. he took a deep breath in, closed his eyes, and with a great deal of effort didn’t flinch when soaps fingers grazed his cheek.

both of his hands came up to cup his face, holding him and ever so slightly tilting his face up, giving him the chance to pull away. he didn’t. he may be a coward but he wasn’t backing down.

ghost eventually opened his eyes to see soap staring at him with wide eyes. he looked away, staring off to some point on the right. he hated not knowing what soap was thinking.

they stayed there for a while before soap broke the silence, muttering, “i fuckin knew you had freckles.”

it was stupid but it shocked a laugh out of ghost. he meant to drop his head, embarrassed that something so dumb made him laugh, but accidentally just pushed himself further into soaps hands making him blush.

he looked up and saw soap staring even harder than before. the chuckle died in his chest.

“do that again.”

ghost just gave him a confused look.

“smile.”

such a simple request, a one word sentence, but it set his face ablaze. his breath caught in his throat, somewhere around where his heart was still trying to choke him.

…he hadn’t thought it was that bad but soaps reaction indicated otherwise. fuck. was his it that awful? he wanted the ground to swallow him whole. this was stupid. he was stupid.

“simon,” of course, one word from johnny and it felt like he could breathe again.

“please?”

fucking goddamn soap and his stupid fucking puppy dog eyes and the way he has ghost wrapped around his fucking finger without even realizing.

ghost smiled. there was no real mirth, more a grimace than anything else. he just wanted to get this over with.

soap was still staring at him, his thumbs tracing his lips, following scars, drawing imaginary lines between freckles… if he wasn't so terrified it might have felt nice.

“Christ,” ghosts heart cracked more, “you weren't lying when you said you were beautiful.”

ghost huffed a laugh and went back to staring off to the right, the fake smile dropping. of course soap would try to lighten the mood with a joke.

his panic fled as quickly as it had consumed him, now just left sitting in soap's living room, face still cradled in caring hands, resigned to his mistakes.

he felt so tired and johnny's hands felt so inviting.

“i wasn't joking,” soap looked…upset? angry? wait— fuck, what’d he do?

ghost stared back at soap, confused and tired. soaps nails felt the grooves of the scar, catching where the skin was raised and lowered.

“you don't have to lie, soap. im a grown man. I'm not fragile. you don't need to coddle me,” ghost said it like it was a joke, hoping soap would laugh along and that this would all just blow over. that tomorrow morning they could forget this ever happened.

“are you calling me a liar?” soap’s brow furrowed. great. instead, he had managed to make everything worse and piss off soap as well.

ghost took in a deep breath, giving himself another shot at calming things down, “no, I'm not. I think you're lying, but you're not a liar,” he stood and stepped to the side, grabbing their dirty plates and walking them to the kitchen sink, “you just don't want to upset me, it's fine. I get it. you're a nice person but you don't have to lie to spare my feelings.”

“I am not fucking lying!” as per usual, all ghost had managed to do was make things worse. there’s a reason he had decided to stick to the battlefield and give up on domesticity.

“well alright then. agree to disagree,” he turned the kitchen tap and started rinsing the dishes, waiting for the water to heat up. just walk away. end it there. let us forget about this stupid blunder and move on. please just leave it. please, please, please—

“no.”

the force behind it damn near made ghost drop the plate he was holding. he managed to set it in the sink carefully and turned to face soap, who was now in the kitchen as well.

“i— I'm not just gonna fucking— simon,” soap took in a deeper breath and went to continue but ghost was faster.

“johnny,” he interrupted, walking forward with his hands up in a gesture of surrender, approaching slowly.

one last chance to not fuck everything up.

“the fact is they're called deformities for a reason. they're not cute. they're not pretty. they're your body’s way of healing what it can and protecting what it can't. it's not meant to look nice, it's just—”

“bullshit they’re not pretty! says fucking who?” the genuine distress in soap’s voice and force behind his words caught him off guard. “simon—”

he huffed and ran his fingers through his hair roughly, pulling slightly at the strands. christ, ghost needs to shut the fuck up. every single time he speaks he just upsets soap more and more.

he needs to retake his hostage negotiations courses. clearly he has forgotten everything about how to diffuse a situation.

johnny takes another second to breathe and collect his thoughts before he speaks.

“simon. I know that— that ‘this’ isn't something that's going to fix itself overnight and I don't expect it to. but, ‘the fact is,’ I think you're pretty.”

ghost opens his mouth to disagree but johnny doesn’t let him.

“no no,” johnny put his hand over simon’s mouth, shocking him into silence. he blinks twice, stupefied.

“i think— no. I know you're pretty. cute even. beautiful is a given but obviously worth mentioning.”

his hand moved to cup simon’s cheek. ghost grabbed his wrist but didn’t stop him, wether it was a warning or encouragement he himself didn’t know.

johnny continued, unperturbed, “you disagreeing doesn't change that, right?”

there was a pause and simon realized he wanted an answer.

“johnny-”

“ah ah!” his hand moved back to cover his mouth, grabbing his face and shaking his head back and forth, over accentuating his words, “you disagreeing doesn't change that, right? yes or no.”

he stopped shaking him and moved his hand back to simon’s cheek. simon sighed, defeated, “yes. you are right.”

johnny looked smug, “good. and what do you say when i give you a compliment you don’t agree with?”

simon sputtered, “wha— i don't fucking know—”

“nothing! you don’t say anything!” soap looked way too proud of himself and he continued, “or thank you if you feel so inclined.”

“that was a trick question,” simon replied eventually.

johnny thumbed over his scars once more, again tracing them, “sure it was. now go take a shower.”

he patted his cheek twice and walked to the hallway.

“wait,” johnny probably shook the few remaining brain cells out of his head. “this whole conversation ends with you telling me that I stink?”

“yes. rancid,” johnny opened the door to the linen closet. simon was still in the kitchen. the tap was still running.

“no dipshit, do you not remember telling me that commercial planes makes you feel gross?” johnny threw a towel at him, which he caught just in time for johnny to hit him with a bath rag.

ghost had mentioned that… ages ago, he thinks. on facetime with each other, discussing the merits of bathrooms on public transport. he had said that enclosed, crowded spaces like commercial planes or buses made him feel, well, gross. how—or why—did he remember that?

“but… I’m supposed to wash the dishes?” a weak argument against the stubbornness he was faced with but simon had officially lost track of his mind and this conversation.

johnny shot him a weird look as he walked back towards the kitchen sink. simon still hadn’t moved.

“did you think i was being serious earlier?”

“yes???” he felt like he had been given a lobotomy.

johnny decided to take pity on him and explained in a soft voice that felt out of place, “i was being sarcastic. i’m not going to make you wash the dishes, simon.”

“but that was the agreement: you cook and i wash the dishes.”

johnny laughed as if he remembered something funny, “yeah, i lied.”

simon still stood there, trying to figure out if he had a stroke. johnny had been angry, completely pissed at him, but now was letting him off the hook and calling him pretty? what the fuck is happening?

johnny turned him and pushed him towards the hallway. simon could have resisted but his resolve always seems to crumble around johnny mactavish.

“now go shower, you beautiful bastard,” soap grabbed one of the plates out of the sink and started washing it with water that had probably heated ages ago.

ghost walked towards the bathroom, feeling like he was on autopilot, limbs disconnected from his brain. his cheek still felt… odd? weird? tingly?

it felt something from where johnny had grabbed it. ghost thinks… he thinks he likes the feeling, whatever it is.

he needs to sleep.

#ghost: i look like a monster :(#soap: OH NO HES HOT #[also the interaction ghost has with the doctor is based on real life experience both me and other family members have had lmao]#also also it goes w/o saying but this isn’t negative towards cosmetic surgery but rather the cosmetic surgery industry #not pictured: me having a full scale debate w/ myself over tagging the person this is literally for #look i have anxiety alright #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghoap #unreliable narrator #(soap is so fucking in love and ghost is so fucking stupid)#streamer au #streamer! au #streamer! soap #or is it #streamer!soap #god i hate tumblrs tagging system #my writing

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certifiedlovergirlsstuff · 1 year

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a warriors love

pairing: neteyam x female omatikaya!reader

WC: 1.7K

warnings: shouting, mentions of cuts and blood. took inspiration from the recomms kidnapping the sullys in the forest.

summary: you have an argument with neteyam out of fear

A/N: lowercase on purpose, sorry if that bothers you. this was something i just word vomited in my doc. Inspired from a prompt i found off pintrest, “you can’t protect everyone” “i have to try”

does the end kinda suck... maybe but i wanted something short and kinda left off for imagination.

been in the drafts since march 12

masterlist

the quiet was eerie. everything felt too still as if time froze and you were the only one to notice the change in your environment. it was like you just lost the ability to hear anything besides your own body.

everything was so loud just moments ago. shouting of commands, the breathing in your twitching ears, the sudden onslaught of bullets and arrows raining hell upon your captive form along with the three sully children and their human companion.

your heart was pounding in your ears but your instincts kicked into gear and you kicked and bit the sky demon and ran deep into the forest with the others, hands tied in front of you and legs pushing you further into the trees.

it all stopped when you toppled into another body, one you weren’t sure of being friend or foe so you struggled in their strong grip. their arms caging you against their chest and you could feel the tears stinging against your eyes and the choked feeling growing in your throat, your screams showing your growing fear. only when you felt the barest touch along your cheek and the gentle whispers of comforting words did you stop your fighting. the tears only flowed faster.

“mawey yawne. mawey.” (calm beloved. calm)

neteyam’s soothing voice sang within your ears and deep within your brain. a hand petting your braids atop your head, even digging his fingers to feel your scalp. his other hand pressed to your back, making your chest flush with his, encasing the both of you in a reality check.

you were alive. you escaped. he saved you. his family was safe.

and all that led to now. you sitting on the floor of your small mauri, eyes focused on nothing before you with your body hunched over your crossed lap. hands mindlessly picking at skin and twisting or bending fingers, or a knee bouncing to an unknown sound only you can locate. even a small rocking motion came upon your body, it was like you were in a fixed trance.

his arms being wrapped tight around your shoulders stopped all functions. slowly you realized what was happening and sluggishly you moved your arms securely along his waist, a firm tug to pull him impossibly closer. your faces tucked into the crooks of each other's necks, deeply inhaling the other scents, feeling the movement of your chest as you breathed in and out.

“neteyam…” your lips brushed his skin, and you gave a tremble to his name. he shushed you, his nose rubbing against your pulse point. his lashes a light tickle on your neck just below your jaw. “focus on your breathing first. your heart putters like that of a hummingbird's wings.”

neteyam pulled away and you started to panic, but all he did was place a hand against your heart and he tugged one of yours to do the same, “follow my heart. listen to my breathing. calm and steady.” you closed your eyes to just focus on the thump thump thump of neteyam’s steady heart.

when you felt relatively calmer, less jumpy you peeled your closed eyes open and stared directly into neteyam’s clouded golden orbs. they looked to be shadowed by different emotions, only one you can see at the top of his emotional surface. anger.

a hand limply touched his cheek, just a ghostly sweep of your fingertips. and before you could move further or speak, fast-paced steps echoed against the cave walls and entered your mauri. kiri walked forward with a woven basket of herbs and salves but stopped short when she looked up from the floor to the two of you still seated in front of each other, neither moving away only straying your eyes to her.

“oh, uh… sa’nu and sempu (mom and dad) sent me to fix any wounds. grandmother is busy with others.” she shuffled on her feet, noting the heavy air.

neteyam stood up and walked over to his sister, taking the basket into his hands, “i shall mend her wounds. stay with tuk and lo’ak, make sure they are okay.” he gave a squeeze to her right bicep and she nodded to the both of you before walking away.

neteyam moved quietly as he worked preparing the paste that would keep any cuts from getting infected and set aside the herbs for wrapping or for swelling bruises. you just watched as he kept his head and eyes down focused, mouth pulled into a thin, tight line showing he was keeping words to himself.

“neteyam… please don’t keep thoughts to yourself. tell me what troubles your mind.” a hand resting on his knee.

his movements stilled and you thought he was about to open up, but instead he mumbled lowly, “this might sting,” and he scooped the thick yellow paste onto two fingers and slathered the medicine along a long and red cut to your forearm. you flinched in his hold, eyes shutting tight with your fingers closing into fists and your breath sucked in through your teeth.

you heard the mumbled “sorries” and felt his hold that was firm but his fingers were delicate. he moved from the cut on your bicep to a cut along your collarbone. the sting wasn’t there as he worked so you focused your attention back on him, needing to hear his voice and thoughts.

“‘teyam, please. i-i know what happened was scary, but not talking to me is worrying me more. it was not our intention to get taken hostage by the demons, they caught us off guard as we were exploring, and- and i know we… yes we went to an area that was off limits. but- but everything was cleared and when i started to get worried i told them we needed to leave and that’s when they arrived, and that’s when we had lo’ak call in.”

neteyam just worked, not stopping to look at you or speak with you, his eyes stayed on your damaged skin. it was making you frustrated. you didn’t mind his silence usually, but it was always a welcomed silence when both of you just wanted to soak up the other’s presence, this was an angered silence. he was giving you the silent treatment.

“neteyam te suli tsyeyk’itan i do not appreciate this silence. i would rather have you yell at me than ignore me as i am trying to talk to you. i know you have some words dancing on your tongue just waiting to be spewed in my face, well speak them.” you jerked away from his gentle touch and you missed it, but he was hurting your heart.

he stayed on his knees, head bowed as he stared at his hands, palms facing the sky. his braids closed off his face, his emotions that you usually could read like an open book, but now he was a clouded sky that wouldn’t let the sun shine through.

your lips trembled and eyes watered, your arms covering your stomach as a protective blanket from this vulnerability. “when i was being choked by their hand around my throat and my queue being tugged harshly, i thought i was to die in that moment. they held knives at each of us, ready to stab if we were to make any move to freedom. and- and as the night crept upon us as they waited for your sempul (father) so they could kill him along with us, i just thought of you. thought of your smile and your comforting laughter that i have to wrangle from you most of the time because you can be too stubborn for your own good. how i would miss the touch of your fingers on my skin, rubbing circles into my hips or caressing my cheeks as we gazed lovingly into each other's eyes. how there were so many words i have yet-“

“i could have lost you! you could have been killed long before we arrived to help! i would stumble upon your lifeless body! do you not know how that would completely break me apart? i wouldn’t be able to live without you, without your soothing words and quiet company. i- i would want to die right with you, even if it hurt my family…i wouldn’t- your loss would just rip my heart out of my chest and completely tear it to shreds.”

his words shrieked loud like a ikran’s cry within your eardrums. your whole body stopped moving and you stood motionless, the air stolen from your lungs and your heart forgetting its automatic beating. your arms fell from their protective hold on your stomach before your feet carried you back to neteyam, knees crouching to the ground. with a hand, you tucked it under his chin and pushed his head up to make proper eye contact and that’s when your heart completely broke in your chest.

his usual glowing irises were surrounded in a red hue from the running tears that left stains under his eyes and along his cheeks. thumbs jumped into action and swiped away the pain that this situation has caused him, you hated seeing him so stressed and worn out.

“ma ‘teyam… i hadn’t meant to put us- put you in this type of position. i never want to be the cause of pain for you and- and i know this whole problem could have been avoided if- if i was a bit stricter with lo’ak and his impulse decisions. but we must now focus on our present.” you connected your foreheads together, thumbs still running over his cheeks.

neteyam wrapped his hands around your wrist, his nose bumping into yours, “i’m supposed to protect you, protect my family and i have failed my purpose.”

“no neteyam. your sole purpose isn’t to be a protector… well actually kinda is- anyway, what- what i am trying to say is. you cannot save everyone neteyam, sometimes Eywa chooses whose life ends if it keeps the balance.”

“i have to try. i have to try and save everyone, especially my family and you. life would never be the same if any of you were to leave in a tragic way.” you pushed braids behind his ears, “and life would be dull and fruitless without you, neteyam. we must protect each other, that is our purpose.”

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#neteyam imagine #neteyam x omaticaya!reader #neteyam x omatikaya!reader #neteyam #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #neteyam x reader #neteyam angst #avatar imagine #avatar x reader #james cameron avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar the way of water imagine

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agent-barnes40 · 9 months

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Teddy bears

13th Doctor x GN!Reader (romantic)

The Doctor doesn’t realize the bear she bought you would have lasting consequences.

Fluff, pure fuckin fluff

The Doctor really really should’ve thought better when you came running up to her, practically death gripping her hands and dragging her back to the shop you had launched yourself into. Her brain was running a thousand miles a minute, trying to figure out what you had found, or if you had gotten into trouble. Instead, she saw the shop keep setting a brown stuffed bear on a shelf behind the counter, with two TARDIS blue hearts stitched over the chest.

"Please, Doctor. I would've given them earth currency but we don't have a universal currency and I don't know what currency this planet takes. I won't ask you to pay for anything ever again." You had practically begged, your voice coming out with words that even her brain had a hard time keeping track of.

The Doctor had to laugh, you looked adorable looking between her and the bear. Your feet were still tapping in excitement at finding the bear at all. "Yeah, we can get you the bear, if that is what your asking for."

"I forgot to even mention what I wanted! Oh thank you so much!" You didn't even think and pulled the woman in for a kiss.

The Doctor eagerly kissed back, her brain lighting up with ideas of what else she could do to have more kisses like this. Obviously more stuffed animals had made their way onto her list. She gently pulled away and rested her hands on your hips, laughing softly.

She really should've thought better when you started carrying the bear around everywhere, if she even mentioned there could've been a chance at sleeping outside The TARDIS. You had it stuffed in a bag you took everywhere. You and The Fam were curled up in a tiny tent, miles away from the TARDIS and you had pulled the bear out, setting it in your lap as she paced back and forth.

Yaz just smiled at the bear while Ryan snorted. "You still carry it around everywhere."

You smiled and nodded. "Gotta have a piece of my Time Lord with me everywhere I go. Plus, she's gonna be so busy tonight trying to figure out how to fix all this, she won't be open to cuddling. So next best thing."

The Doctor stilled at that, and then started pacing again. Graham was the one who picked up on The Doctor's stutter in her walk and the smile that had crossed the Time Lord's face.

Of course, you had been right and spent the night curled around the bear, and The Doctor had just stared at you. Your face had been burrowed into the bear's chest, barely enough room for you breath but it was how you slept with her.

The Doctor really should've checked the bear after that night, because when she heard you talking to someone in her room, her heart dropped and when she peeked her head in, and saw you curled up in her lilac and rainbow bedding, that damned bear sitting on your chest with her voice coming out of it.

She immediately pulled her sonic out and tried to discretely sonic it but your ears had caught the whirring and you sat up. "Hi Doc!"

Her eyes watched as the bear fell onto her side of the bed and she couldn't help but feel the spike of jealousy in her hearts as you readjusted the bear into a sitting position. She slowly moved the rest of the way into the room and sat next to the bear. "So when did you get it to speak to you?"

You tilted your head before looking at the bear. "I thought you did that. I had left her on the bed when we went out on Lavernus and when I came back she had started talking back to me."

"She?" The Doctor asked and you looked away from her, trying to not show how flustered you were.

"I mean, its kinda obvious who I'm projecting onto that bear, Doc."

"I just heard my own voice come out of that bear. I know the bear is representing me."

"Oh-Oh good, because its kinda embarrassing to project your girlfriend onto a stuffed bear."

The Doctor suddenly pulled you into a kiss, her hand wrapped the back of your head, gently keeping you in place. When she finally pulled away, she pressed her forehead to yours and a smile was on her face. "Do you know how jealous of that bear I have been since I bought it for you?"

#13th doctor x reader #Doctor Who x reader #Cade's Writing for Doctor Who

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Bacta and Bandages Chp.2 (Rex x Reader)

oops, I added some angst with your fluff. sorry about that.

Chapter 1. Chapter 3.

Vod

CW: Mentions of clone abuse, bruises, clone mistreatment, Medical procedures, needles, Talk of nightmares, panic attacks, flashbacks, Reader is gender neutral, no use of (Y/N), reader is a doctor, if I miss a tag LMK!

Minors DNI

Ahsoka was your first friend after you spent a few rotations adjusting.

She was bubbly, spunky and energetic. Despite all of that, she had a heart of gold and was trying her best to be a good Jedi.

The young togruta was the one to show you around the venator-class ship. She told of the inner workings, the decks, where the barracks are located, the mess hall, even a lounge type area with an endless supply of caf.

It was through her that signaled for the clones to warm-up to you. Rex was still formal and professional, but you’d nod and smile whenever you passed each other in the hall.

Hardcase and Kix were easy-going. The day you arrived and settled, they approached and properly apologized for slamming into you earlier. It was rather sweet.

In fact, a lot of the clones were kind to you. Some were tense, ‘shinies’ you’ve learned is the term for rookies. Some were more open and genuine. Though, a couple seemed somewhat fearful. As if afraid of offending you.

Over time you hoped to break these walls.

Currently, you were treating a clone, Jesse, for a blaster bolt graze from a training incident. Rex was also in the medical bay, arms crossed and staring rather disapprovingly at the poor trooper. Both were mostly silent as you treated him with bacta and bandages.

Simple fix…What antics caused him to shoot his own arm though? By the look on Rex’s face, it must’ve been something ridiculous.

Once you removed his glove, you paused. The wound was on the back of his wrist, it was minor, but the real concern were the bruises that littered his skin. They were the size and shape of fingers, as if someone grabbed Jesse.

You were trained to recognize instances of abuse. After all, people of any gender would come to your hospital carrying the wounds their loved-ones left. But clones weren’t allowed romantic partners.

So who hurt Jesse?

Your eyes drifted to Captain Rex before looking at your patient, “Jesse, would you like to…have some privacy?” You held his hand, offering him kindness if he chose to accept.

Something seemed to click for the both of them, “Oh! These?” The trooper you were treating gave you a smile as he motioned to the bruises, “Rough-housing with the boys! We’re brothers after all and things can get…”

“Rambunctious.” Rex finished his sentence.

Liar.

You didn’t press, “Well, tell your boys not to be so rough.”

The captain scoffed, “Good luck with that.”

After you stabilized the bandages, you gave Jesse a small smile, “There. Easy treatment.” You slipped your gloves off, “I’ll give you some painkillers to take before you sleep. That way the healing pain doesn’t keep you awake.”

“It’s alright Doc.” Jesse shook his head, “I’ve been through worse.”

You turned to look at him again. Your concern was evident, but you couldn’t force information out of him if he wasn’t willing to give it, “If you get hurt at all, by anything or anyone, you can come to me.”

I’m here to help you.

The trooper nodded with a smirk and stood, correcting his glove and armor again, “Thanks doc.” He gave you a salute before walking out of the medical bay.

Rex was going to follow but you spoke up first, “Captain Rex?”

He paused and turned to look at you, “What is it, Doctor?”

Your words had to be careful. One wrong move and you could label yourself as ‘unsafe’ for the clones to go to if they needed help. After a second you spoke calmly, making sure Rex knew you only wanted to be a safe person, “If you, or anyone needs anything, I’m here.”

He gave you a small smirk and a nod before leaving the medical bay.

Later that night, you were looking over medical reports when the doors opened. Two troopers, ones you haven't met before, were standing in the doorway. They were both clad in their blacks, most likely having been sleeping.

One of them, with a shaved head and a scar on his lip, had his hands on the shoulders of another trooper with the standard military haircut. It looked like the former had led the latter, who was shaking and distressed, to you.

“Doctor?” The leader seemed startled, “I um…I found him…”

“I got you,” You stood from your desk and motioned to a bed, “What are your names?”

“I’m Denal.” The stable one got the other onto the bed, “This is Vaughn.”

Denal and Vaughn. Got it.

You knelt by Vaughn’s feet, “Hey, Vaughn.” Your voice took a softer, gentler tone. You were clearly dealing with someone in great distress, “What happened?”

“He had some kind of nightmare and just…bolted. I found him in a supply closet.” Denal answered.

Nightmare. Panic attack? Most likely.

You nodded, keeping at a lower eye level with the panicked soldier, “Vaughn…I’m going to help you ok?”

His brown eyes looked around wildly.

“Does this happen normally?” Your questions were directed at the other trooper now.

He shook his head, “When we have nightmares, usually we can calm each other down. I’ve never seen him this bad though.”

The clones rely on each other for emotional support. Good to know.

If Vaughn wasn’t responding to your words, he wouldn’t be coherent enough to follow directions to calm him down. It seemed like he was caught in some type of flash-back. His mind was in overdrive and he was thrown into this attack.

Something triggered him. The nightmare.

“Denal,” You stood, keeping a hand on your patient's shoulder, “I’d like to use a mild sedative on him, do you think he’d consent to that?” you turned to face him. Perhaps clones weren’t fans of medication. After all, Jesse rejected painkillers earlier…

The coherent trooper nodded, “Yea, if you think that's best.”

Oh, so maybe Jesse wasn’t a fan of meds.

Wordlessly you went to one of the medicine cabinets and prepared the sedatives for him. You’d have to inject them, and in Vaughn’s current state, you weren’t entirely sure if that would end well.

Once things were prepared, you returned to kneel next to your patient, “Vaughn, I’m going to inject you with this, ok?” Your palm opened revealing the needle, “This will help, if you’ll let me.”

His eyes were staring directly at you, but they weren't seeing you.

“Denal, can you hold his hand?”

The other trooper sat next to his fellow soldier and grabbed his arm, “It’s gonna be ok, vod.”

Vod?

You didn’t comment as you slipped the needle into Vaughn’s arm. The sedatives were administered and you stood to toss the empty syringe. The medication kicked in fast, because the trooper stopped shaking when you returned to his side.

“Vaughn?” Your voice was still soft and quiet, “Do you know where you are?”

He looked around, before nodding, “The Resolute.”

You gave him a gentle smile, “Good. How are you feeling?”

“Tired.” He croaked, “What…”

“Nightmare,” Denal answered, “You had a bad nightmare. Geonosis again?”

Vaughn was at the battle of Geonosis?

You heard the reports and numbers. Half of the Republic's army had been wiped out on that planet. Many Jedi as well. It was a bloodbath.

Your patient nodded slowly, “Yea…”

“S’ok vod,” the other soldier put an arm around his shoulder and pulled him close.

You reached and put a comforting hand on his knee, “Do you want to sleep here until you need to be up and awake?”

The medical bay offered some more privacy. It was quieter and if he woke up again, he wouldn’t need to worry about waking his fellow soldiers.

To your surprise, he shook his head, “I’d rather be with my brothers.”

Brothers…The clones are brothers…of course…

You nodded in understanding, “Alright…I understand.” carefully, you got to your feet and sat down on his other side, “But if you feel like you need some quiet, you can come here.”

He gave you an exhausted, but grateful smile, “Thanks, doc.”

The two stood, but before they left, you asked, “Denal, Vaughn, what does vod mean?”

They shared a look with each other before Denal answered, “It’s mando’a. For sibling.”

“Sibling…thank you.” You smiled, “Get some rest, alright?”

Both of the soldiers left you alone again. After straightening the bed, you moved to your desk and picked up your datapad again.

Vod.

So the clones know mando’a…

#reader insert #tcw x reader #captain rex #captain rex x reader #clone trooper jesse #star wars tcw #star wars the clone wars #star wars #star wars x reader #clone troopers #clone wars 501st #501st #501st legion #501st shenanigans

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butterflewaway · 1 year

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Hi! I'm the one who sent the ask about the boys being jealous of Leander being the only one who can touch you! If you don't mind can you make a part 2? Since Leander, Kuras and Mhin kinda have business some times I imagine this happing at the clinic after hours or at the street. Really liked the part 1 Thanks! ♥️

Here's your part two Anon! Hope you like it~

Warnings: minor blood (nothing crazy), jealousy, LEANDER, mhin's resting bitch face

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Kuras's clinic truly was a safe haven in desperate times. As you watched rain pour outside, a sense of ease flooded your system knowing you were in a safe place, protected from the cold unrelenting torrents. Behind you, the good doctor was quietly working on Mhin's arm. A deep gash oozed hot red blood.

Mhin did their best to keep quiet, candlelight flickering off their pale eyes. But every time Kuras moved his still hand to sew the skin, the albino flinched. You and Mhin had been exploring new places, searching for information about the Senobium, when a thief had snatched your bag and ran. Not one to be robbed, you had chased the guy and tackled him down. Just as you thought you had evaded the danger and were in the clear, leaning down to grab your satchel, Mhin had taken a hit for you from behind.

Apparently the thief wasn't fully unconscious and had pulled out a knife to try to get a stab or two in your back. Thankfully, the albino had reached you in time, but suffered from a cut in their arm before disarming the thief and knocking them out effectively. Mhin had tried to tell you that they were fine, but you had panicked and insisted and dragged them all the way to Kuras's clinic.

Good thing too, because immediately after, it started raining waterfalls. A sudden knock alerted you and your companions to a visiter. You opened the door cautiously and were surprised to find none other than Leander standing on the other side, soaking wet. He peered down at you and his lips lifted into an easy grin.

Even when looking like a drowned cat, this man was not swayed from his temptation to flirt. "I apologize for the delay Leander, but I must finish Mhin's arm before tending to you." Leander trudged to an empty chair to plop down while pushing back his wet hair. "It's fine, doc. Take your time." You stood confused for a few seconds before noticing what Kuras had already seen.

A shallow cut was dripping rivulets of red down his shoulder. You hadn't even noticed the darkness compared to his drenched clothes. "If you don't mind, I believe I can fix that." Leander's green eyes gazed into yours with his same easygoing smile. "Sure thing. But um.." He looked down at your bandaged hands. "Oh, I can take them off for this if you don't mind."

His eyes crinkled with his most charming smile. "Not at all, peach." And so, unbeknownst to the stares cast your way, you unwrapped your hands just enough so they wouldn't get wet with blood, and set to work. Leander shrugged off his coat, and you quickly cleaned up the remaining blood before acquiring some of Kuras's tools.

"It looks shallow, so you won't need stitches. I'll apply a salve and bandage it for you. Try not to use this arm for a few weeks for any heavy lifting." You had helped Kuras with patients before when he was dealing with multiple at a time, so seeing this amount of blood and ripped skin wasn't anything new to you.

While you worked on bandaging Leander's shoulder, the man himself was smiling at a scowling Mhin. Kuras had finished by now and was watching you work like a hawk, golden eyes zoning in on your uncovered hands. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife.

Once you had finished, Leander pulled his coat back on and smiled at you. "Thank you. You should be wary Kuras. Seems like this one here is gonna give you a run for your money soon enough." This seemed to snap Kuras out of his thoughtful gaze, as he turned away to discard of the bloody towel's he'd used on Mhin. "I doubt that to be true. If anything, I would hire any competition worthy of gaining any of my customers."

You blushed at the subtle compliment, settling to pat Leander's unwounded shoulder. "Thank you. Are you going to be heading back now?" The brunette stood to his full height and nodded. "I'll be off now. Care to accompany me?" He offered you his elbow and you blinked in surprise. "I suppose so. Let's meet up again tomorrow at the same time, Mhin?"

The albino was still scowling but acquiesced to your question. You waved to your companions before setting out into the now calmed rain with Leander. He held open the door for you and as you had your back turned to step you, glanced over at the doctor and hunter. His soft smile replaced with something sharp and playful as he maintained eye contact with the smaller of the three.

Mhin fumed as the two of you had left. "What an asshole." Although Kuras didn't agree with the phrasing, he shared the sentiment. "I had no idea they could touch each other. It seems the curse has limits perhaps?" Mhin huffed and stood up. "Who cares," they mumbled bitterly, "Idiots suit each other."

#red spring studios #touchstarved game #touchstarved x reader #touchstarved demo #touchstarved #ts kuras #touchstarved kuras #mhin touchstarved #touchstarved mhin #ts mhin #leander touchstarved #ts leander #touchstarved leander #touchstarved fic

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deathlydeathovo · 1 year

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The Show's Over.

Contains: Suicidal reader, Lyney, knives, Mentions of suicide, Fluff, Care, Blood, Cuts, I didn't put this one into google docs, so if anything needs to be fixed, please tell me!

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You rummaged through your cabinets, "Where did I put the damn thing?" Your voice was hurt, pained. Blood running down your freshly cut arm. You couldnt find your gauze, or tape. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You took a minute to think. 'What if i just killed myself?' you thought. 'I won't even have to worry about bandages anymore..' You walked out of your bathroom, blood staining the floor wherever you walked.

"It's not like anyone'd care.."

You walked to the blinds, you opened them. The night was so pretty.. unlike you. You opened up the glass door, and stepped onto the porch. It was about a 30 foot drop. You stepped onto the railing, it was cold, your feet quivered. you lifted one foot, and..

"[Y/N]!"

You heard your name being shouted. Footsteps running over. you felt someone drag you down by your wrist. It hurt like hell. "[Y/N] what the fuck were you doing..?!" Lyney's voice was hurt, pained. there were tears welled up in his eyes. He had one hand on your cheek, the other holding your wrist. His violet eyes stared into yours. "[Y/N].." His voice cracked, and he hugged you. his arms tight around your waist, making sure you couldn't go anywhere.

"S-sorry.. Lyney.."

Lyney broke down into tears. "Don't fucking apologize.. j-just.. I.." Lyney's voice was full of pain, and he couldn't seem to get his thoughts together. "S-stay.. please.." It hurts you to see him hurt. "Mhm.. i'm here.." you wrapped your arms around his back. "It's okay.." you cooed. "But you weren't gonna be here..! you were just gonna fucking leave me.."

"C'mon, let's patch you up.."

Lyney's voice was still hurt, but he managed to pull you tto the bathroom. He said nothing as he cleaned, and bandaged your arms. He was crying, and sniffling to himself. He dragged you to your bed, and picked you up, then set you down on your comfy sheets. He climbed in next to you, and placed a kiss on your forehead.

"We can talk about this tomorrow, just get some sleep.. I love you."

"I love you too.."

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Prove Me Wrong

Chapter 17: Winds of Change

If you need to catch up, here's the Masterlist

Summary: Jess and the gang get kicked out

Word Count: 7.5k

Warnings: Fighting, mentions of blood, bruising, face injuries, of aged men hitting on under-aged girls 🤢, angst. As always let me know if I missed something!

AN: So I got a new laptop, and was super excited to write on it. And then when I uploaded my word doc, it crashed. 🤗 Long story short, after crying and being unmotivated to redo everything that I thought I lost, I fixed it.

The street was full of cars when Jess and Billy pulled up, causing them to park further down the street away from Tina’s. Billy pulled the parking brake and turned off the ignition, turning back to Jess.

“So what the hell did he say?” Billy was staring at Jess, completely surprised that she had already admitted to Steve that they were a little more than just partners for an English project now.

“He suggested that we hold hands and skip through the football field.” Jess rolled her eyes as she heard the strong laugh leaving Billy’s body.

“So is he pissed?”

“He’s not exactly thrilled…”

“Yeah, well. Fuck it,” Billy shrugged unbuckling Jess’s seatbelt for her before taking the keys from the ignition, “Bout time he realized you’re your own person.”

“He already does, Billy-“

“No he doesn’t. ‘’Cuz god forbid you decided to go to this party without him.” Before Jess could continue arguing, he opened his own door and stepped out, reminding her to “Stay right there,” as he left. When he opened the door for her, waiting for her to step out, he continued, “It’s like he wants you two attached to the hip…” He shook his head, looking as if he were annoying himself with the thought of Steve Harrington always around.

Once Jess was out of the car, she began to take off the jacket, causing Billy to drop his current thought. “What’re you doin’, leave it on…”

“I don’t wanna carry it all night when I have to take it off inside.” Before Jess had it all the way off, however, Billy quickly shed the one he was wearing, throwing it in the back and closing the passenger door.

“There. Problem solved.”

“How-“

“Geez, Jess, I thought you were supposed to be the smart one,” Billy teased, “When you don’t want it, I’ll take it alright? Just… keep it on. Least till we get in…”

“You just want it on me to piss off Steve.” They began walking away from the car, the sound of music becoming louder despite the already drowning sound of teenagers that littered her outdoor area. There were easily twice as many people at this party compared to the one Carol had, as Tina was never picky about who came, something Jess had always appreciated about her.

“I didn’t even know we were seeing pretty boy tonight, alright. Can we lay off the subject now?”

“Oooh, someone’s testy,” Jess’s smile was faint as she poked fun at him, but slowly faded when she looked up to realize he wasn’t smiling back. “Okay… sorry…”

“No, it’s just… You ever get tired of only thinking about Steve when you do something?”

“I do not!”

“Like two goddamn peas in a pod. You’re obsessed with him, he’s obsessed with you,” Billy sighed, slowing down their pace to further the conversation without anyone overhearing, ensuring this by looking around before he spoke again, “It just would be awesome if I could do shit for you without you thinking it’s all this weird thing to piss Harrington off.”

“Right, because you weren’t trying to at the diner?”

“Jess,” Suddenly, Billy stopped walking entirely, turning his entire body to face her as he looked past her, focusing on his actions from earlier. “I wasn’t trying to piss him off. I was just… fuck…” His shoulders shrugged with frustration, tensing as they dropped again. He looked over toward the house, his jaw now as tense as his shoulders. “He needs to know that I’m not exactly going anywhere,” His head slowly inched back to her as he sucked in a final breath for courage before continuing, “That I’m here to stay.” His eyes flicked to another group walking past them, behind Jess, locking onto them until they were far enough for Billy’s liking. “Look, I’m not asking for him to like me. I just want him to know that we at least got one thing in common.”

“And what’s that?” Jess took a step in his direction as she watched him look around one last time.

“That we both think you’re cool as shit,” He answered as if it were obvious, now walking toward the house at the same, slow pace they had previously.

Jess followed closely, her arm only inches from his. “Oh yeah? I figured it would be something like how you’re both scarily obsessed with basketball or something.”

“No, Logan. See, thing is, there’s still a big difference between me and him when it comes to basketball. I’m actually good and your little boy toy sucks.”

“He does not suck.”

“Oh, so that’s the part of the sentence you’re gonna correct?”

“He does not suck.”

Billy let out an airy laugh as he shoved his hands in his pockets due to the cold, his breath visible when his chuckle dragged out. “Alright, so he’s not that bad.”

“He’s starting five.”

“So am I.”

“So there you go,” Jess countered, “You both don’t suck.”

Billy shook his head in surrender as they reached the wide-open front door. They both looked past the entryway into the main living room, which was already packed, when Jess felt two hands on either side of her neck, patting her shoulders softly.

“We goin’ in or what?” Jess turned around to see Steve, Jason, Chrissy, and Patrick standing behind her, the others that came with them squeezing past to get inside. Jess and Billy lead the rest of the group toward the kitchen, Steve staying close behind. The music was even louder than it usually was, possibly due to the fact that Tina’s party wasn’t the only social gathering happening on this street. There were never any noise complaints called in on New Year’s Eve, surprising in a small town like Hawkins, and even if there were, there was always a good chance that Hopper would ignore them for the holiday.

As they made it to the crowded kitchen, Jess noticed a large group of boys she had never seen before stocking the fridge with an assortment of beers, liquor, and mixers. It wasn’t until Tina’s older brother, Christopher, joined them from the dining room that she realized why she’d never seen them before.

“Hey, Chris.” Jess watched as Tina sauntered over with Nicole, Vickie, Katie, and Jane, who were all giggling, seemingly excited that Tina gave them automatic access to the only college boys at the party. Before Jess could continue listening in, one of Christopher’s friends took notice of her, giving her a look that quickly made her uncomfortable. She turned around to face Steve, causing him to stop.

“You okay, kid?”

“Yeah, yeah it’s just, the kitchen looks packed, you know…” Steve looked past her, shrugging his shoulders as he looked into what seemed to be the most open part of the house.

Billy, however, looked where Jess had earlier, taking notice of the older group by the fridge. “You want anything outta there, princess?” He asked without taking his eyes off the cluster of boys. The question made Steve’s eyes roll, but he didn’t interject, allowing Jess to place her request. When he walked past the kitchen island to retrieve a red cup, he caught the attention of Jane, who quickly left the now large group she was in to stride her way over to him.

“Hey there, Hargrove.” Jane leaned into him slightly, eyeing the drink that he now had in his hand with amusement. “That for me? Because that’s definitely not for you.”

Billy looked down at the cup as well before laughing coldly, the corners of his mouth pulling downwards. “And why not?” The sarcasm dripped from his question, causing Jane to lean away, not sure if this banter was the friendly kind.

“Because I know what you actually want.”

Billy picked up on her tone, clearly expressing she was no longer talking about beer. “Yeah, I doubt that,” He deadpanned, not breaking eye contact as he watched her expression change from confident to irritated in a matter of seconds.

“Really? Because that’s not the impression I got before break.” She batted her lashes ironically, challenging him on his not-so-new attitude towards her. He finally broke the staring, walking himself to the fridge that was still being crowded around. He pushed past the boys, not troubling himself to ask them to move as he bumped shoulders with the one now chatting up Nicole. To his dismay, she had followed him. He turned around to see her crossing her arms over her chest, almost as if she was triumphantly looking at the can he now had. “What did I tell ya, knew exactly what you’d be going for.”

“Don’t you got some desperate college dude to bug?” He asked rather loudly, still unbothered by the fact that said college boys were gathered around behind him. Billy heard one of them mumble something behind his back but didn’t budge to look behind him, as he felt he’d made his point perfectly clear.

Jane looked over at the group he came in with, scoffing when her eyes met the back of Steve’s head, watching who he was talking to. “I didn’t know you were friends with Steve Harrington now.” When Billy only rolled his eyes in response, about ready to walk away, she poked at him once more, successfully stopping him in his tracks. “So, what you’re saying is you’d rather hang with Harrington and his little prude all night than have some actual fun, Hargrove?”

Billy scrunched his nose in annoyance, his jaw clenching as he heard the nickname Jane spat out. He wanted to retaliate, possibly hurt her feelings to the point where it would have ruined the rest of her night. There were names that were already lined up in his mind that he could call her and could have probably justified even hours later after he possibly felt bad for his actions. But he stood there for a moment, chewing on his tongue behind his closed lips that were contorted into a sneer. He stared off into the crowd, not exactly fixating on one person, refusing to look back at her face which he was sure was now sporting a satisfied grin, knowing it would anger him further. Instead, he cleared his throat and relaxed his jaw before responding with a simple, “Just fuck off, Jane,” not even bothering to finish his sentence before he continued walking back to Jess and Steve.

Jess listened to Steve talk about the upcoming tournament as she glanced over to Billy, who was now striding toward her with two drinks in hand. Behind him, Jane purposely caught her attention, waving with only her fingers as she eyed the outfit she was in. Jess watched as her eyes landed suddenly on Billy’s jacket, taking a moment before forcing herself to peel them away and walk back toward the rest of her friends. Jess broke into a small smile, causing Steve to stop mid-sentence. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” Jess quickly responded, her eyes finding their way back to Steve’s.

“So, Harrington, you hangin’ with us all night?” Billy stood next to the both of them, taking a quick sip out of Jess’s drinking, ensuring it tasted right, before handing it over to her. Steve thought for a moment, looking over at the red cup Jess had in her hand and then to Billy, who was now taking a drink out of his own Beer.

“You totally can, if you want. It’s no big deal really,” Jess interrupted his thoughts, not wanting him to think that he had to leave.

“You know what,” He looked over his shoulder to look around the room, “I kinda owe Heather a dance.” He then straightened his neck back to look over Billy intently. He stood there for a moment longer, evidently recalling something from earlier as he stared at Jess’s cup once more, causing him to relax his shoulders slightly. “Don’t have too much fun without me…” He then gave Jess a friendly smile as he backed away, turning to disappear into the crowd.

Jess continued to look in the direction that she last saw Steve. “Weird…”

“What? Weird that pretty boy left?” He took another long drink out of his beer, pretending not to even notice his absence, though if he was being honest with himself, he also found it odd as well that Steve had just agreed to leave them alone. He had intended the question to be a joke, fully expecting Steve to follow Jess around all night, not allowing her a single moment alone with him. And again, if he were being honest, he couldn’t really blame him.

“I mean, he did cancel Benny’s just to be here…”

“Eh, like he said. He owes some girl a dance.” He shrugged it off as he scanned the room, catching Hagen’s attention as he looked toward the back door.

“Aye! B!” Jess surprisingly was able to hear Tommy shout over the speakers, watching him pull Carol by the hand through the crowd.

“Jesus, Tommy, slow down…” Carol mumbled as they reached Billy and Jess, pulling her hand away once his grip loosened. “Hey, you two.”

“Did I just see you with Harrington?” Tommy questioned, not yet greeting Jess.

“Yeah, what was that all about…” Carol left Tommy’s side and joined Jess, looking back over at her before adding, “No offense,” to the end of her sentence.

“Nothing important.”

Carol looked over at Jess, giving her the same look Chrissy always did when it came to Billy. “Well, I think it’s cute that you’re getting along with him now… Anyways. Tommy’s wanting a rematch.”

“I can’t this time. Driving.” Billy then gestured with his can over to Jess, giving her a wink before further explaining. “Gotta take this one home.”

“Dude, lame.” Tommy groaned, “Why don’t you both just crash here?”

“Jess has a curfew, remember?” Carol poked fun at her, pinching her cheeks as if she was a child. “It’s fine, the girls will play a round. Does your goody-two-shoes friend drink, like, at all?”

“Chrissy, I mean… yeah… sometimes but-“

“Good, wave goodbye to the boys,” Carol then looped her arm with Jess’s, walking purposefully toward Jason, Chrissy, and Patrick. “Cunningham. Come on, you’re up at beer pong.”

Chrissy quickly stood at Jess’s side as they made their way to the kitchen. “I’m not very good…” She said apologetically, causing Carol to giggle.

“Good. You’re on Jess’s team then.”

“You’ll be fine, Chris. Carol’s not very good either.”

“Bite me.” Carol led them away from Jason and Patrick, who were now eyeing the three girls suspiciously, and began making her way to the kitchen, eyeing the group that was still by the fridge.

“Please don’t ask Jane to play…” Jess groaned, now dragging her feet a bit.

“Oh god no. She fucking hates you, you know that right? Why would I ask her to play?”

“Yes, Carol. Thank you. I know.”

“I wonder why…” Chrissy leaned in, laughing out loud as she watched the way Jane quickly snapped her head over her shoulder as she heard footsteps coming toward her.

“Tina, let’s play.” Carol unlooped her arm from Jess’s and grabbed Tina’s hand, pulling rather aggressively, only allowing Tina to wave by to a couple of the girls before she was headed out of the kitchen. Jess and Chrissy followed closely behind them as they navigated their way around the maze of teenagers that crowded the living room. When they finally made it outside, Jess saw Tommy and Billy already waiting for them by the table, Billy quickly making his way to Jess to grab the cup out of her hand.

“Hey! I’m not-“

“Yeah, you’re done with this.” Billy then downed the barely touched drink, crushing the cup when he was done, tossing it toward the opened black bag that was by the ping pong table. “Like I said, I’m not bringing you home completely sloshed.”

“Oh don’t worry, Billy, your girl’s gonna be plenty sloshed when we’re done with her.” Carol then high-fived Tina as they set up their side of the table. “Hurry up and get over here, Logan, I’m tryna win.”

Billy shook his head, leaning in to whisper in Jess’s ear. “Don’t worry, Tina’s shot’s trash. Played against her on Halloween. Go kick their ass, princess.”

Jess walked over next to Chrissy, who was putting their cups together, occasionally looking up at Tina and Carol’s side to make sure she was doing it right. Out of the corner of her eye, Jess watched as Jason and Patrick joined them by the table, Chrissy giving her boyfriend a shy grin as she waved over to him.

Carol let Chrissy start the game, teasing them by stating how it didn’t matter, and how she and Tina were going to win anyway. Their game went on for what felt like forever, most of their shots bouncing out of cups or missing them completely. Eventually, Steve wandered into the backyard as well, stopping by the table to watch. Once a little over half of the cups were gone, Jess looked over at Chrissy, who was now continuously bumping into her, giggling uncontrollably as she apologized each time.

“I think Chris might be done,” Jess mentioned, watching as her friend took her time to grasp the ball and aim.

“No! I’m fine… I just don’t drink a lot,” she continued to giggle, looking over at Jason as he started walking over to her.

“Don’t get too wasted now.” Jason was now over, counting the cups on her side of the table. “You still got boutta hour to midnight.”

“Okay okay, fine.” She tossed the ball haphazardly to Jason, who quickly shot his hand up to catch it, not expecting the toss. “You play then.”

“Hey, that means we win.” Carol pointed out, counting how many cups each team had left. “Logan, if she quits, we win!”

“Okay, fine, Carol, you win.” Jess gave in, causing both Tina and Carol to cheer, once again high-fiving each other.

“What happened to kicking their ass, Logan?” Billy teased, watching her walk back to the side of the table.

“Yeah, well, Tina had a better shot than you said.”

“Hey!” Tina overheard, crossing her arms as she stared down Billy.

Jason still held the small ball, bouncing it off the table and catching it with his opposite hand. “You wanna finish this out, Patrick?”

When he agreed, Tommy jumped in as well, “I’ll take other side. C’mon, B, jump in. We only got like… six cups left.”

Billy nodded his head slowly, counting the cups himself, convinced he’d only have to drink a couple of them before he and Hagen won. “I ain’t playin’ another one after.” He then threw his now empty beer can in the trash bag that lay on the grass, its contents spilled out around it. “Watch how it’s done, princess.” He walked to Tommy’s side, Steve now taking his place by Jess.

“Watch how it’s done, princess,” Steve mocked quietly, earning him a punch in the arm. “Good thing you’re staying another three hours. Those guys are good.” He nodded his head to Jason and Patrick before continuing, “No way he’s not downing all three of his.”

“Yeah right… Jason and Patrick only have four left. No way.”

“Oh yeah, well so do Hargrove and Hagen now.”

Jess shot her attention back to the game, realizing that both Jason and Patrick must have made it in one, Jason now aiming the ball again. When he sank his second shot in the cup nearest Billy, Tommy pounded on the table, watching his friend down his second beer already. “Shit, shit…” The game was over quickly, with Billy only making one shot before the other four cups on his side were gone.

“What happened to showing me how it was done, Hargrove?”

“How the hell could I have known that the lightweight’s boyfriend could actually pl- owww.”

“Don’t call her that!”

“You look over at her recently?”

He nodded his head toward the ground where Chrissy was sitting, looking up at the stars. Jason walked over to her, helping her up as she finally fixed her eyes on him. “Did you win?”

Jason only laughed at her, leading her back inside so she could sit on the couch. “This is why you don’t play beer pong, baby.” He sat her down on the right side of the living room couch, plopping down next to her as she leaned against the armrest. Billy and Jess followed, Steve close behind them as they entered the house, all three sitting on the loveseat opposite the couch. It was a slightly tight squeeze for the three of them, causing Jess to be partially on Billy’s lap, something he didn’t mind at all. The close proximity caused her to take off Billy’s jacket, which Billy quickly took from her, draping it over the leg she currently wasn’t sitting on.

Tina, Tommy, and Carol soon entered through the backdoor as well, making Jason scoot closer to Chrissy as they too squeezed to sit on the couch, Carol sitting completely on top of Tommy. Unfortunately, with Tina now sitting with them, the rest of her friends came as well, the college boys following closely behind them. Jess quickly felt eyes on her, and this time, it wasn’t Jane’s stare that caused her to feel uncomfortable.

Jess nodded back at Tina’s brother, who sat on the floor in front of his sister after wordlessly greeting her. That’s when Jess noticed the same boy from earlier in the kitchen, seemingly more confident now, whether it be from alcohol or from the fact that he realized his friend was acquaintances with Jess. He eyed her noticeably, going out of his way to sit on part of the floor closer to the loveseat, grinning at her once again before pretending to listen to a conversation that was taking place on the couch. On his third attempt of getting Jess’s attention, Billy noticed, causing him to grit his teeth before releasing his jaw again, not wanting his annoyance to be obvious. He then looked over at Jess, attempting to gauge her interest. When she looked as if she were about to crawl out of her skin, he threw his arm around the back of her shoulders, leaning back into the cushions as if trying to convince his body to relax.

He squeezed her shoulder gently, reassuring her that he was there, to not worry about the creep that happened to be there. Billy didn’t care to know the dude, didn’t care to know his intentions. His longing looks at a high schooler were enough to profile him as a weirdo that he couldn’t wait to get Jess away from. Based on the amount of alcohol at this party, he assumed this man was at least legal drinking age, knowing his friend, Tina’s brother, was 21 as well. Billy leaned down to whisper in Jess’s ear, still not taking his eyes off the only non-teenagers there.

“You want anything outta the kitchen, princess?”

“It’s okay…” Jess answered quietly, seemingly able to read his mind, “Don’t worry about it… I’m sure they’ll leave.” She traced Billy’s gaze to the same guy still looking over at her, making her quickly look away. It took every ounce of patience in Billy to not call it out, to not pull him up by his collar, hitting him continuously until he fell back down on the floor. But it was only a look, he kept telling himself. He couldn’t risk looking crazy in front of Jess, or worse, embarrassing her in front of their whole class due to just a look. After another ten minutes of attempting to be interested in conversation, however, he kept glancing down at the college boy, apparently named Dennis.

Stupid fucking name.

Dennis had also continued to do the same to both him and Jess, looking between the two of them before staring at Jess for an unwanted amount of time, his eyes appearing to forget that she, too, was a person. Against Billy’s better judgment, he looked over at Steve before looking back at Jess.

“I need a drink,” He said before whispering in Jess’s ear, “Stay with Steve, I’ll be back in a bit with some water for you, yeah?” He then got up and left Jess’s side, making sure to leave his jacket by her, using it to claim his spot. Jess watched as he disappeared into the crowd, spotting the way he would turn his head back over in their direction occasionally, jaw clenching every time he did. When she could no longer see him, she scooted herself closer to Steve, hoping that would save her from Dennis wanting to socialize with her in any way. It seemed to work for a moment, but she began to grow nervous when Billy had yet to show back up after a few minutes away. Dennis obviously had taken notice as well, scrutinizing the leather jacket that was placed in his way.

Jess stayed as small as she could, refusing to make eye contact with anyone, until someone within the crowd shouted, “TWO MINUTES TILL MIDNIGHT!” Everyone began cheering, most of the group that was sitting began to stand, awaiting the anticipated countdown. It looked as if Dennis was lost in the crowd, making Jess relax for a moment, only to become on edge again when she felt an unfamiliar hand grab her wrist.

“Hey,” Jess turned around to see Dennis now standing in front of her, much too close for her liking. “So where you gonna be at midnight?” She could unmistakably smell vodka on his breath, which made her stomach churn, it smelling much less pleasant than the slight smell of hops Billy would have after he would drink.

She tried pulling away softly, but when his grip didn’t loosen, she panicked, looking back at Steve for help. “Sorry, I’m just gonna hang out with some friends…” She responded, still looking over at Steve who quickly arrived next to her.

“Hang out with me instead.” He retorted confidently, not caring who was currently next to her.

“Uhm no I-“

“She’s not interested, bud,” Steve quickly butted in, now directing his attention toward Jess, pulling her arm away, “C’mon kid, let’s go.”

Jess eagerly began following him away until she was again stopped by the same unfamiliar hand, Dennis’s other hand nudging Steve away. “How about she tell me she’s not interested.” Jess felt her blood run cold, looking at the difference in stature between her friend and the unwanted college boy, who stood taller and broader than Steve did. However, it didn’t deter Steve from pushing back, much harder than Dennis had pushed him.

“Let go of her, or else.” Steve was now in Dennis’s face, causing Christopher to come over, trying to defuse the situation.

“Come on, Den, let’s get outta here…” Tina’s brother attempted to whisper, trying to take his friend’s hand from around Jess’s wrist. Jess continued to watch the way the older boy’s eyes faded in and out, clearly intoxicated, and furious. She tried to free her arm once again, but was much weaker than the stocky brunette, when suddenly someone grabbed Christopher’s shirt, quickly pulling him away from Dennis, Billy now standing in his place. Jess then felt a slight pinch in her wrist, hurting only for a moment, realizing after that her hand was suddenly free from Dennis’s grasp and secured softly in Billy’s. He then let go slowly, pointing over to Steve without taking his eyes off Dennis. Jess did as she was wordlessly told, making her way back to Steve’s side. She had never seen him this inflamed, his eyes wide and wild, his jaw ticking with anger. Everyone else besides a select few had yet to notice what was going on around them, continuing to count down, which almost drowned out what Billy said next.

“You wanna explain why you’re touching my girl?”

She wasn’t sure if she had heard it correctly, or sure if she, or anyone besides Dennis, was meant to hear it, but she was sure she would have been blushing currently if it wasn’t for the situation they were in.

“FIVE!”

She watched the way Billy was now shaking out his wrists, occasionally clenching and unclenching his hands into fists, stretching out his fingers when they were released. She’s seen this movement from him only once before, and it didn’t turn out so good for the other boy he was facing that night.

“FOUR!”

Billy patiently waited for a response, Dennis coming up with one he wasn’t expecting. The older boy chuckled at him, looking back over at Jess before saying, “Didn’t seem like your girl when I was talkin’ to her.”

“THREE!”

Billy’s expression slowly changed from enraged to feigned amusement, smiling maliciously before he chuckled back, scrunching up his nose as he did so. He continued to stare at him, nodding wordlessly before running his tongue along his top row of teeth.

“TWO!”

Steve seemed to recognize this look as well, taking a step forward to get ready to shield Jess if needed, but still not obstructing her view. She then watched as Billy took one last look over at her, the same smile still there, but his mouth now closed. However, his eyes had a different look, almost apologetic in a way, before he turned back his attention to the creep in front of him.

“ONE!”

“Yeah... Don’t worry though, I’ll make sure to show her a good ti-“

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

Dennis’s snide comment was quickly interrupted by a fist to the mouth, causing everyone in the vicinity to back away, some staring wide-eyed, others now cheering. Despite Dennis being slightly taller and wider than Billy, he didn’t seem to be able to stand up to the younger teen, who was relentlessly throwing punch after punch, not stopping until one of Dennis’s other friends jabbed Billy in the gut. Jess watched the way Billy winced in pain, now turning his attention to the other boy. When she saw Dennis standing up again, now squaring up to take an unfair punch, Jess almost screamed at Billy to turn around, but Steve stopped her as he pushed her back against the crowd softly.

“Awe fuck,” Steve mumbled before quickly walking up to the other boy, grabbing his collar before shouting, “Hey!” He then swung his arm back, punching him so hard the boy’s cap flew off. Billy glanced over at Steve briefly, surprised at the sudden help. He then nodded at Steve before turning his attention back over to Dennis. Just when both Billy and Steve seemed to be holding their own, Steve taking on a few more punches than Billy, two other college boys stepped up, Christopher being one of them, who was now also swinging at Billy with Dennis. Jess could hardly keep track of the two boys she came with, watching helplessly as both of them disappeared in the middle of the four older ones. Jason and Patrick, however, emerged from the crowd, trying to pull the other boys off Steve and Billy. Jess watched as Jason grabbed for Christopher, who quickly turned and clocked Jason in the jaw, taking him aback only for a moment before he tackled Tina’s brother to the ground. The fighting went on for only moments more until Jess suddenly saw Billy grab for Dennis’s legs, swiftly lifting him and slamming him into Tina’s coffee table, the legs buckling and center cracking from the weight.

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!” Tina’s voice could be heard over everyone’s cheering, which quickly stopped once she screamed. “MY PARENTS ARE GONNA FREAK!!” Billy slowly rose from the top of Dennis, dusting his legs off before straightening back up, grimacing in pain as he did. Jason and Patrick both helped Steve off the floor who was now sporting a bloody nose. Billy simply stared at Dennis as he pitifully rolled off the now broken table onto his hands and knees, having a hard time getting back on his feet. Chrissy was now at Jess’s side, holding her hand in anticipation as she looked over at her boyfriend, who was also holding onto his own nose, blood dripping from his hand. However, Jess overlooked Jason’s or Patrick’s injuries, her worried gaze leaving Steve and now focusing on Billy, who now had a bruise forming on his cheek, his bottom lip cut. He had yet to look over at her, his eyes still fixed on the boy on the floor almost as if he was challenging him to get back up. He didn’t even flinch or look over when Tina began to yell again next to him.

“All of you!” She then pointed at all the boys but her brother, “OUT!”

Jason began trying to speak up, “C’mon Tina, they-“

“I said GET OUT!”

Jason ran his hand over his face, flicking blood off, walking toward Chrissy, grabbing her hand with his unbloodied one, then nodding at Jess. “Let’s get out of here.” He then looked at the older boys in disgust as he led the girls to the front door, Patrick already out in the front yard. Billy swiped his jacket from the couch, looking back unsatisfied at Dennis one last time before turning and leaving as well, gesturing at Steve to follow him. Billy quickly caught up to Jess, staying close behind her. She could hear how rapidly he was breathing, making her look back at him, causing him to lock eyes with her before he placed his hand on the small of her back, telling her to keep moving. When they finally reached the concrete step that separated the communal sidewalk from the path leading up to Tina’s doorway, all four boys plopped down to sit, looking exhausted. Jess was the first to speak.

“I’m so sorry guys I-“

“Don’t you dare fuckin’ apologize.” Billy stopped her, shaking his head as he stared blankly across the street.

“Yeah, it’s not your fault, Jess.” Steve agreed, flashing her a sympathetic smile. “You alright?”

Before Jess could answer, however, Billy snapped his head in Jess’s direction, his eyes coming back into focus. “Let me see it,” he demanded, his voice lower in register.

“What?” Jess looked back at him now, confused at what exactly he was requesting.

“Your wrist. Let me see it.” He held out his hand, figuring she would automatically comply, placing her hand into his, allowing him to examine it carefully as he intended. When she didn’t make a move to do so, his eyes darkened. “Jess…”

The wrist in question was tucked securely under her blue sleeve, her fingers grasping the fabric against her palm tightly. She had yet to look at it either, but she was sure there was at least a red mark, based on how tight the older boy had ahold of it and how promptly Billy removed his grip when he saw it. She had just watched Billy calm down a bit, and she wasn’t too keen on seeing his rage spike back up.

“You alright, kid?” Steve now reached for it, the wrist being closer to him than it was to Billy, but she moved it out of easy reach.

“You guys are freaking out over nothing, it’s fine.”

“Then let me see it,” Billy spoke again, his voice attempting to hold steady, not wanting Jess to mistake his anger as being directed at her.

“I’ll let you see it when we get out of here…” Jess softly responded, causing Billy to rise from his concrete seat next to Steve, his leather jacket still in hand. “Billy…” He said nothing in response, draping the jacket over Jess’s shoulders before gently reaching for her left wrist, raising it close to his chest before pushing her sleeve out of the way. Jess was surprised to see bruised lines forming in the shape of fingers. They were light, but certainly there. She then looked up at Billy, who was contorting his mouth in an angered frown, looking over her shoulder and then back at her wrist, as if trying to adjust his eyesight to ensure he was seeing this right.

“Ga’damn,” Patrick now stood next to her, peering over to see the bruises. “That’s fucked, Logan.”

Jess’s eyes moved in his direction in annoyance, indicating he wasn’t helping any, Patrick throwing up his hands in response. Billy still had yet to say a thing, still adjusting his eyesight away from her wrist, only to find himself looking at it again, becoming more unwound with every glance. When he couldn’t keep looking at it, he turned to face Tina’s front door, his chest now heaving.

“Billy no,” Jess said suddenly, not knowing whether he was thinking about going back in to find Dennis again or not.

Steve must have felt the tension as well, also rising from the step, looking down at Jess’s wrist once, cringing at the sight of it. “C’mon man, let’s just leave.”

“And go where? Our rides are still inside.” Jason finally spoke up, still sitting as Chrissy stood over him, her hands secured in his, him not wanting to let go of her just yet.

“You guys didn’t drive here?” Jess asked, looking over at Steve who typically always took his car.

“Not this time.”

“Awe shit…” Patrick cursed, sitting himself back down next to Jason.

“I can’t go back home now, my mom’s gonna flip if she sees blood all over me, gotta at least get this shit off me,” Jason groaned, Patrick quickly agreeing with him.

“We could always go back to Benny’s like we planned?” Chrissy suggested, now trying to rub some of the blood off his cheeks.

“With what car, babe?”

Jess gave Billy an inquiring look, practically asking permission before she mentioned his car out loud.

“Can’t drive yet, princess… thought we’d be here for another two hours.”

“Steve’s sober,” she quickly responded.

He glanced over at Steve, now standing awkwardly next to the two of them, before shaking his head. “Hell no.”

“C’mon, Billy. You wanna sit here the rest of the night? Let’s go to Benny’s, you guys wash up, let the rest of your buzz go ‘way in the next couple hours.” When he didn’t budge, she added, “He’s a really good driver…” causing Billy to roll his eyes.

Jason and Patrick looked up hopefully at Billy, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible as other classmates were now starting to come outside to ‘mingle’, making sure to continue to stare at the banished group. “There’s not ‘nuff seats, and the back’s small as shit.”

“It’s cool, Chris will sit on my lap, Jess and Pat can sit in the back with us, you get front since it’s your car. No big deal.”

Billy stood there for a moment, considering everything he heard before wordlessly tossing his keys to Steve. He then walked ahead of them, a little peeved this was how his night was ending, with a busted lip, a bruised ego, a ruined buzz, Steve fucking Harrington now driving his prized possession, and worst of all, it was his first real night out with Jess.

“Fuckin’ perfect,” He mumbled under his breath, “Just great.”

When they finally reached his car, he stood by the passenger door, eyeing Steve with warning. “If you put a single scratch on her, you’re dead.” He then threw the seat in the upright position, moving out of the way so Jess could squeeze in the middle. Steve did the same, Jason moving into the back seat behind the driver’s side, positioning himself before outstretching his hand to help Chrissy onto his lap. When Patrick began to enter behind Jess, Billy suddenly stopped him, grabbing him by the shirt and tugging backward before mumbling, “You take front.”

Jess smiled when she saw Billy enter, pushing herself over into Jason more to try and make room for him. When he was semi-comfortable, he adjusted the seat back to allow Patrick to sit, leaning back after to try and relax. However, the tight fit made that difficult, not having much room for his legs. He stretched his left arm behind Jess, shifting every two seconds. “Ah shit…”

“Here, you want me to…” Jess then tried scooting her leg out of the way to allow Billy’s leg more room in the middle.

After a few more failed attempts to sit comfortably, Billy grumbled in irritation. “Fuck it. C’mere.” He then grabbed Jess by the hips and effortlessly positioned her on his right leg, her back now facing the small triangle window. He placed his right arm in between her and the door, providing her back with more support, shifting lower so her head wasn’t rubbing against the ceiling. Her legs dangled in between Billy’s, which were now comfortably spread. “This alright?” He whispered in her ear.

She began to nod when Steve entered the car, looking behind him. “You guys okay back th- … ere.” His eyes fixed on Jess and Billy, giving them both a disapproving stare. However, it only lasted for a moment before he turned back around, turning the ignition. He then readjusted the rearview mirror so Jess was able to see his eyes clearly. “Ready to go then? You guys… situated?”

“Ready when you are, Harrington,” Jason grinned, squeezing Chrissy’s thigh as he winked at her playfully.

“Jess?” Steve questioned, glancing back at her through the mirror.

“Uh y-up! Ready!”

Steve nodded, appearing to relax as he accepted her response, again adjusting the mirror so he could see the road behind him.

“Let’s get the hell outta here then.”

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We Want You

Recoms x Reader

Summary: You're the only doctor set aside for the recom soldiers, as you start to work with them, they fall in love. Now they want you in on their secret arrangement. More of how things started, or how I'd imagine they'd start. I finished the entire thing only to then realize I forgot our boy Mansk. I couldn't believe it but I'm too lazy to fix it.

Warnings: implied sexual content, mild sexual content, explicit language, dom/sub undertones, friends with benefits.

They hated having meetings with General Ardmore, it was all a bunch of bullshit, and it was always something stupid. Usually, it was about something they did wrong or not up to her standards or something new she needed them to follow up with. They had their order and those orders were to kill Jake Sully. They didn’t need this bitch telling them what they can and can’t do, they are top-level marines, they are good at their job, and that’s why they were chosen.

They all sat facing the General, none of them could care less, she babbled on until they heard the door open. That made them sit up straighter and wake up a little, they noticed this other Na’vi body, another avatar.

“This is (y/n). She is a combat medic and has her PhD. She only studied in human biology until she got here, and now she holds another PhD in Na’vi biology. She will be your doctor and go with you on missions. We’ve given her an avatar to better treat you recom soldiers. She will at times be out of the avatar body acting as her original position of doctor.”

“And why do we need her when we got him?” Lopez pointed at Ja.

“Ja is just a combat medic. A medic for humans. Na’vi bodies are different and on top of that, I heal both,” you explained.

You were sassy, Miles took a liking to you right away.

And that’s how this all started, you were their doctor, on the field and off. They got hurt they went to you, they were having a problem with their bodies, you helped them. They all grew to love you for what you did for them, massaging their muscles after they worked them too hard in the gym or even better stitching a cut they got from a mission.

They loved your hands on them, they loved when they got a scrape or a cut because they knew your hands would be their skin. Your hands would touch their warm skin as you cleaned their cuts and bandaged them.

“Okay, we have to talk.”

“Whatever about Lyle,” Walker asked more sarcastically.

Lyle rolled his eyes, “about doc.”

“What about her?” Lopez asked sitting down next to Walker and wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

“We have to let her in,” Lyle proposed.

“What? Let the doctor in on our arrangement. The girl blushes at the smallest of things. I bet she’s still a virgin,” Zdog joined in.

“She is amazing. I know you all like her too so don’t pretend. I see the way all y’all stare at her or how y’all talk about her after visiting her. And you Lopez, you stare at her ass the most,” Lyle explained.

Lopez laughed, “yeah, I’m first after you then Quaritch.”

“What about me,” Miles said as he walked into the Recom-only common room.

“List of who stares at the doctor’s ass the most,” Lopez confesses.

Miles smirked and let out a scoff, “and where did you rank me.”

“Third,” Prager said cooking some food for everyone.

Miles let out a chuckle, “and where did Lyle rank?”

“It’s up for debate, Lopez says first,” Ja said helping Prager.

“Lyle is pussy whipped for that girl, I’d say first,” Miles said.

“Are you guys ganging up on me now?” Lyle said pointing to his chest.

“Not right now, but maybe later if you’re a good boy. So, why did we start talking about the pretty doctor?” Miles asked watching as Lyle blushed lightly.

“Lyle wants her in,” Walker said looking at Miles.

“What does everyone else think? Do we let (y/n) in?”

The room was silent for a moment as everyone thought.

After a moment of silence, Miles spoke again, “I mean I would say yes. We all know she’s pretty and we all talk about her every time we see her and after every mission. And don’t think I don’t hear y’all moaning her name while jerking off.”

“Then let’s do it. Let’s have her join,” Prager said from across the room.

“Why the fuck not, we need more girls anyways,” Zdog said.

“Then it’s settled, she’s in. We tell her tomorrow,” Miles said as he saw everyone in agreeance.

When the next day came around though, they couldn’t find you, they looked everywhere but you weren’t around.

“Ardmore did say she was still a human doctor too maybe she’s in the human wing?” Ja said trying to find a new spot to look for you.

So that’s where they headed, off to the human medical wing. As they moved in, they had their breathing masks but still, they didn’t see your big blue body.

“Where on earth is this girl?” Walker asked.

“You guys are idiots. She’s an avatar, she still links in and out. She handles humans and Na’vi. She is probably in there with the white coats as a human,” Miles said.

“Our little doctor is a human still. We are definitely doing stuff to her while she’s human.”

“Shut the fuck up Lyle,” Lopez said.

That’s when Miles caught sight of you, you were stitching up someone’s leg, and you were smiling and laughing. He felt the jealousy pool in his stomach, you shouldn’t be with anyone but him. Your hair was so pretty, you were so small and frail, he wanted to feel your small hands on him.

The recoms stood outside waiting for you to finish with your patient before running in. Once you were wrapping his leg, Miles opened the bay doors and you looked up at him. The only reason he knew you were it was because your face was so similar to your Na’vi body, he stared at your eyes a lot.

“Quaritch? What are you doing here? Are you alright?”

“We need to speak to you.”

“I can’t leave, I’m helping people. I’m at work.”

“What time are you done?”

“Give me a few hours. Can you wait that long? Is it urgent at all?”

“No, we’ll wait. Meet us in the recom common room.”

“Gotcha,” you winked at him as you turned around.

He watched as you went to check on more patients and he left the med bay.

“So, what happened,” Walker asked with her head against the wall and arms crossed.

“She’s meeting us in a few hours in our common room.”

“Perfect, so why don’t we get the party started.”

The recoms headed back to their territory and waited for you, turns out them getting bored wasn’t great for them. Because soon enough they had their mouths on each other and as Lopez and Lyle fucked Walker and everyone else watched.

You finished your shift early, and your coworkers told you to go see what the recoms needed, that they couldn’t handle things. Your kind heart told them if they needed you or anything to just call, you’d keep your pager on and with you. You started to walk towards the recom rooms, only to turn around and go to the science room to link in first, being in your avatar body would be better.

You woke up already in the recom wing, you were closer to the common room now. You remember when you first met these guys, you didn’t really care for them, orders were orders. Now, you wanted them around all the time, they became really good friends of yours. These people were nice to you after a while and you could always be yourself with them, it made your heart swell for them.

You were at the door to the common room; you opened the door not even hearing your surroundings or smelling them for that matter. You were lost in thought about the recoms, you just barged in and what you saw shocked you.

“Uh, I’m sorry. I didn’t- I was um. I just- I’ll just go now.”

You turned around to leave, your brain was trying to process what you just witnessed. You felt a hand wrap around your bicep and pull you back until you hit a large firm chest. You looked up and into the eyes of none other than Miles Quaritch.

“This is actually what we wanted to talk to you about, Cupcake.”

“What do you mean?”

“Let’s say we have an arrangement all of us. We just so happen to all have needs and we all are attractive people who just happen to be into each other.”

“So, you guys are all dating?”

“Sorta.”

“How long has this been going on?”

“Since before we became recoms. Not necessarily to this magnitude but we saw you and over time, we decided to let you in. if you want to, that is.”

“I-I um, I don’t know. I like all of you guys a lot. I learned to love being your doctor. And not that I found any of you unattractive or didn’t like any of you. In fact, I felt bad for harbouring multiple crushes on you guys and just knew nothing was going to come of it that it was a stupid dream.”

Miles' hands rested on your cheek, “It doesn’t have to be a stupid dream. We're right here Cupcake and all for you if you want in.”

“I want this. I want you guys. But I’m nervous. I’ve never done this. I don’t want to hurt anyone.” You were silent for a moment, “and I’ve never had sex before,” you whispered the last part so lowly but it didn’t matter, the sensitive Na’vi ears still picked it up.

“We know baby girl. I can read it all over your face,” Zdog smirks

You look down and blush with a large smile on your features, “I didn’t think I was that obvious.”

“You’re super fucking obvious,” Zdog said as she walked up to you and took your cheeks in her hands and kissed you.

You kissed back, pressing into her with force, you wanted more of her, God you hated to admit how into all of them you were.

“No, fair, Zdog got first dibs,” Lopez said.

“It was just a kiss Lopez relax.” Zdog looked down at your face in her hands. “Awe look at her, all flustered after one kiss, she’s going to be fun to fuck.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, and you looked at her with such doe eyes but they were filled with want.

“I had you pegged from day one, cupcake. You’re a subby brat. Zdog’s got a point, this will be fun,” Miles said as his hand came to rest on your hip.

“When did all this happen?” You asked stuttering over your words, your brain felt so cloudy.

“Before we became recom soldiers,” Miles answered.

“Why me?”

“Why not you, buttercup. I mean look at you, you’re gorgeous. Why wouldn’t we want to have you all to ourselves,” Lyle said with a smile as he walked up to you.

You hadn’t realized it but Lyle, Lopez and Walker had stopped what they were doing and got somewhat dressed. Lopez walked up to you as well, he placed his hands on your waist and looked down at you.

“We would never get better. If there was someone else that was going to join us, I’m glad it’s you.”

“I want in, I want to join. I want to be a part of this with you guys. I don’t want to dream it anymore, I want to be here with you guys,” your eyebrows furrowed as you basically whined in front of them. Your smile was wide, you saying it out loud made your brain realize what it wanted, you knew how much you wanted this.

“There she is, look at that dazzling smile,” Lyle said pulling you into a hug and kissing you.

“Lyle, take your hand off my butt, please and thank you.”

“What,” Lyle smirked as he took his hands off you, he had moved it down without you noticing.

“Come on, why not get started, let Lyle feel you up a bit,” Zdog said with a smirk.

“Let the poor girl settle in, we don’t have to fuck her right away,” Prager said from the couch.

“Look at the poor girl, she looks so embarrassed. Let her take her time to warm up and get a feel for the dynamic. It will take time before she is ready to engage in everything. I know it took me some time,” Ja agreed with Prager.

“Come on, Walker was the one that caught you two fucking, it wasn’t hard for you to adjust, you were already into dick,” Lopez smirked.

“You mean a dick,” Walker laughed.

“Real funny,” Ja said throwing a pillow at Lopez.

“Even better when we caught you two fucking,” Prager said.

“We barely kept that shit a secret,” Lopez said throwing the pillow back towards Ja and Prager.

“Yeah, ‘cause we caught you in a bathroom rearranging her guts,” Ja said blocking Lopez throwing the pillow back at him.

“You guys were fucking each other before the arrangement started?” You asked trying to piece everything together.

“Obviously. We didn’t just decide to fuck each other. It just happened that way because we all started breaking off to fuck each other usually in twos sometimes in threes. So, then we all knew that every one of us was fucking each other at some point. We figured why not make it more of an obvious thing, at this point we had all seen each other naked, it wasn’t any different. Maybe fucking while others watched was different but still,” Miles told you how everything started.

You nodded along.

“I came in after, they all started,” Zdog said joining in again.

“Yeah, you joined after we caught you eating Walker out in her room,” Lyle smirked.

“What can I say, I’m a lady’s woman,” Zdog said smiling.

“You’re a lesbian?”

“Obviously.”

“And you,” you said pointing to Walker.

“Bisexual.”

You nodded for a moment, “are any of you straight?” you said laughing slightly.

“Most of us are, we just happen to be casually fucking.”

“Casually fuc-“ you laughed, “you guys are crazy, but I still fucking love you guys. I don’t care how it started or why but I love everyone’s energy with each other.”

“Well, now that you’re in, stop fucking talking to that doctor that you were talking with in the lab when we came to see you,” Lopez said.

“What doctor?”

“With the grey hair and stupid face.”

“I don’t know who you’re talking about there are many guys with gray hair that I work with.”

“Well then all of them, none of them can have you,” Miles said pulling you into his chest.”

“None of them had me to begin with. Even if they wanted to, it was always you guys.”

“Good, you’re ours now. Take your time getting used to us, let it happen naturally. Hear that boys, don’t try anything right off the bat.”

The recom soldiers all snickered.

“Then let’s get settled. Anyone up for a movie?” Prager said trying to lighten the mood.

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