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house-of-kolchek · 2 years

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Dangerous Smiles

Clarice Stokes x Reader

Hello!! Here with an unedited Clarice fic based on this ask from @cherrypop-xoxo

Word Count: 1.5k

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You were having a lot of trouble focusing.

But she wasn’t making it any easier, in your defense. You’d just met Clarice maybe an hour prior, but already the woman was taking up 95% of your brain. She was just everything, with cool, good looks, a sassy attitude and a wit that could sweep you off your feet.

You watched from one side of the briefing room as she typed away on her computer, blowing a bubble of gum between her lips every few minutes. Of course, you could only focus on her lips, and the slight, confident curve in them as something crossed her mind.

Just go talk to her, damn it.

You were rather robotic in your movements, marching across the briefing room to stand against the table. Clearing your throat, you caught her attention, drawing her caramel gaze to you. She popped one more bubble with her teeth, forgoing the computer to lean on her forearms. Your face grew warm.

“Y’know, I didn’t catch your name earlier,” she hummed, looking up through her lashes towards you. With flushed cheeks, you set yourself on the table, absentmindedly clawing at the tops of your legs.

“(Last Name). (Name) (Last Name),” you offered, extending a hand. She took it without hesitation, and you nearly gasped at the sudden spark, and the warmth that spread through you at her touch. “It’s nice to formally meet you, Dr. Stokes.”

“For you? Clarice is more than okay,” she answered, drawing her hand back to rest on the table again. You took the opportunity to admire her up close, catching the thin ring hooked through her nose, and the floral tattoo across her forearm. They drew your attention for sure, giving her a cool, sexy aura. You gulped, trying to keep your smile as straight as possible.

“Clarice then. Has a nice ring to it.”

She offered you a sly grin, glancing back to her computer, before moving to hover her hands over the keys again. You watched, oddly fascinated by the focused twitch in her brow as she typed. Without breaking her concentration, she blew another bubble from her gum.

“So, what’s your job around here? Are you front lines or behind the scenes?”

“Please, as if I could make it on the front lines,” you huffed, leaning your weight back against your hands slightly. “I’m another weapons tech. They all come to me when their guns are jammed.”

Clarice let out a short chuckle, breaking her gaze from the computer screen once more.

“It seems you know your way around a computer,” you observed, watching as she made her way into the system.

“Among other things,” she hummed, throwing you a sideways look, and sending your heart into overdrive yet again. “Your friend in the baseball cap was telling me that this place used to be a ballroom.”

Instinctively, your gaze hit Jason, who was being not at all inconspicuous as he stared you down and sent you a thumbs up. You rolled your eyes, though you were unable to hide the slight warmth in your cheeks, and the twitch in the corner of your lip.

“Yeah, I’ve always wanted to see a ballroom,” you mused, getting lost in your daydreams. “It just seems like it would be so magical.”

Clarice glanced back to you, catching the wistful look behind your eyes, and the gentle smile tugging at your lips. She grinned, pushing the laptop aside and focusing her full attention on you.

“You know, maybe after all this is done I’ll let you spin me around a little,” she hummed, and your gaze snapped down to the easy grin on her face. She chuckled as you brought a hand to your face, feebly masking the furious blush dancing across your cheeks. You slid off the table, back onto your feet before turning to face her. Clarice stood straight, doing nothing to hide the amusement in her expression.

You cleared your throat, pushing your pride aside and lowering your hand. You had to tilt your head just slightly upwards to meet her gaze, and another flush of heat crossed your face.

“Only if you’re prepared for me to step on your toes,” you teased, fighting to keep your voice steady. You were fully embodying the fake it till you make it mindset as you watched the beautiful woman smile at your comment.

“I’ll wear my steel-toes,” she replied, offering you a wink before turning back to the new commanding officer. “Presentation’s ready.”

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The briefing took much too long for your liking. You idly drowned out the arguments between the Colonel and Lieutenant, instead focusing your attention on the doctor standing just a few paces ahead of you. You admired the choker around her neck, and the short trims of her hair that just poked out from under her hat. Her attention drifted between the front of the room and something under one of her fingernails, as she picked the skin around her fingers, as if she had something better to be doing.

It only drew you in even more.

“Be ready in one hour, dismissed!” As the Colonel ended the meeting, you wasted absolutely no time in evacuating the room. You slumped against the wall of a random hallway, digging the heels of your palms into your eyes.

Your heart was kicking into overdrive, and your mind was spinning with thoughts about her. You couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to hold her hand, to feel her arm around you, to feel her lips on yours…

You needed to focus.

“Damn, you’re quick!” You nearly jumped through the ceiling at Clarice’s voice, whirling around to just catch her form. She strode into the hall, with that ever-present grin on her face, though you noticed the slight furrow in her brows. “I didn’t scare you off, did I?”

There was a new twinge in your chest as she questioned you. Her tone was clipped, nearly sounding nervous.

“No!” you nearly shouted, before backpedaling. “No, not at all- I just- I- well.” you trailed off, huffing in a deep breath to calm your racing head. “Would you like a tour?”

Clarice smiled, huffing out a quick laugh. “I just had one, but-”

“Oh shit yeah,” you cursed, wishing nothing more than to disappear at that exact moment.

“But, I would like to hear it from you, too,” she finished, eyeing you with amusement, and… something else.

You glanced back to meet her gaze, masking your embarassment behind a small grin. Not trusting your words any more, you simply nodded, before directing her down the long, empty hallway.

You took Clarice through the base, pointing out interesting facts in the architecture, and voicing your ideas at what the place looked like before it was taken over.

“Hey, you think if Sadaam’s dance partner stepped on his foot, it’d be an instant “off with her head?” Clarice suddenly asked.

“Oh God, I hope not,” you answered quickly, shuddering at the idea. “But honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised.”

Clarice chuckled at that, brushing her shoulder against yours. You stiffened at the contact, the warmth that came from her skin. A blush danced across your cheeks as you glanced her way.

“Y’know, you do seem a little rigid,” she mused, with a short laugh. Your blush deepend. “I wonder if I could help with that.”

Now you were choking on your spit, halting in your steps and fighting your brain to perform a factory reset. Clarice turned to face you again, stepping closer than one would consider professional. Without even thinking, you opened your mouth.

“Well, what do you have in mind?” you asked, surprising both you and her at the smooth confidence behind your voice. Clarice’s grin widened, and she reached to brush a hand across your cheek.

“Now you’re getting it.”

And then her hand was cupping your cheek and her lips were on yours. You stumbled into her chest, your hands instinctively finding purchase on the sides of her vest as you moved your lips against hers.

Clarice’s kiss was surprisingly soft, and gentle, as she brushed her fingers up your arm, and along the side of your neck. You let your hands wander, reaching to play with the hairs at the base of her neck. She hummed against your lips, sinking further into you and setting your heart on fire.

You parted from her lips, sucking in a breath between your teeth. When you glanced back up to Clarice, she was sporting a large, genuine grin, gazing right back at you with a gleam of affection.

“God, y’know, I could definitely do that again,” you hummed, still fiddling with the sides of her vest. She chuckled, dropping her head until the brim of her hat clipped against your forehead.

“I was hoping you might say that.”

Your eyelids fluttered, as her breath hit the side of her face -

And then the warmth surrounnding you was gone, and you snapped your eyes open to see her back, a few paces ahead of you. She turned back, shooting you a teasing grin.

“I’ll see you in there, marine.”

You stood in place, stunned. Brushing your finger across your lower lip, you sucked in a deep breath.

You didn’t know how, but that woman had an iron grip on your heart.

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buttermykolchek · 2 years

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Scouts honor. Part 1

[J. Kolchek x Fem! Reader]

This is my first try writing a fic, let me know what you think!

Italics means thoughts/flashbacks

Tw: blood, violence, swearing, cringe (probably)

Tags: @kassiekolchek22

Iraq, 2003.

Camp slayer 0800 hours.

Your tan combat boots hit the floor in a rhythm as you made your way to Rachel’s office. You had just received word that Colonel Eric King was assigned to lead the team. Rachel’s team. You’d known about their previous relationship and you knew it was extremely complicated. As Rachel’s best friend, you’d gotten caught in the crossfire several times. What I fucking headache. She’s going to loose her shit ice she hears about this. You took a deep breath before knocking firmly on her office door, clutching the paperwork in your left hand. You were standing with your hands behind your back. Your long (y/h/c) locks were pulled into a tight bun, you had on a dark green tshirt, which was tucked into your uniform pants, which were tucked into your combat boots. the typical uncomfortable marine uniform crap.

You heard a bit of shuffling around and giggling before rachel answered the door, stepping aside so nick could leave the room. her hair was messy, and nicks hat was clearly crooked. What the hell? Your jaw nearly hit the floor when you saw a fresh hickey on his neck. Nick nodded at you and kept on down the hall, and Rachel sighed at the look on your face. “It’s not what it looks like, y/l/n.” She almost whispered as you stepped inside, You waited until she closed the door to have a mini freak out. “Not what it looks like?! Rach! Are you serious right now? He’s your subordinate!” You we’re whisper yelling. Praying nobody like merwin or Joey were walking by, they’d definitely make a big stink out of this.

She sighed and leaned on her desk, biting her thumb nail. “I know..” she mumbled, looking at the floor. “I just, I don’t know.. With all the bullshit with Eric I think I just wanted to feel something else, you know?” You looked at her with raised eyebrows, your hands on your hips. “No Rachel, I don’t ‘know’.” You said, using your fingers as quotation marks. “Please, enlighten me. Tell me. How do you think Eric is going to react when he gets here?!”

Your breath caught in your throat as Rachel’s head snapped to your direction. “Excuse me?” She stood, raising her voice a little. You ran a hand down your face in stress. “He’s going to be here within the hour. Christ, rach.” You groaned, pacing around the room. She was already fixing her hair in a hurry. “Straighten up, don’t say a fucking word about any of this, I mean it. We’ve got enough bullshit floating around this camp. The last thing anybody needs is your and nicks affair getting out and about.” You pointed a finger at her, before turning and leaving the room. Slamming the door shut. She may have been your superior, but she knew you were right. You had every reason to be mad. Nicks your best friend, you don’t want his heart getting broken, nor do you want either of them to be reprimanded if word got out.

You walked very hurriedly to your shared bunk room with nick and Jason. The tips of your ears were red with anger. You threw the door open, quickly slamming it shut behind you the second you were through. The first person you saw was nick. Perfect. “Hey scout” nick flashed a soft smile, he was lacing up his boots, sitting on the edge of his bunk bed. “Just the guy I wanted to see” you said through gritted teeth. Smacking him on the back of his head. “Ow! What the hell y/n!” He shouted. Rubbing his head “what the hell were you thinking? Nick, her husband is going to be our new CO. If he finds out, your ass is grass.” You sighed. “And I’ve heard he’s a real dickbag. So, lucky you.” By now You we’re pacing again. Chewing on your bottom lip, not looking at nick. “I’m sorry, y/n. You gotta understand, after the checkpoint-“ he shook his head. Looking at the floor.

You looked over at him, softening your eyes and moving to sit next to him. You, nick and Jason had just been involved in a shooting a few weeks back. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying not to think about the blood. “I get it.. I’m sorry.” You mumbled. Rubbing his back. Before you could say anything else, the door had swung open. It was Jason, he looked almost.. scared? “Guys, pull your shit together and get out here. Our new CO just landed” he panted, before running off down the hall. You giggled a little at how discombobulated he seemed. Jason always had his shit together, but apparently not today. You and nick shared a soft smile before standing up, heading out the door and towards the briefing room.

Briefing room, 0830 hours.

You were leaning against a desk, listening to colonel king give his presentation. Nick and Jason were on either side of you, listening close. Your eyes were trained on the floor tiles, arms crossed, not really paying attention too much. You were nervous about this mission, maybe even more nervous that Jason’s arm kept brushing against yours. ‘Stop it, he’s your boss, idiot’ you thought to yourself. Jason’s always been your best friend alongside Nick, but lately you’ve been getting mixed signals from him. One day he’d treat you like one of the guys, punching your arm and talking about guy stuff. Then the next day you’d catch him stealing glances at you from across the room, defending you from merwin and his gross jokes, and making sure you were taking care of yourself.

You mentally kicked yourself for thinking about him in such a way. He’s your friend, y/n. He doesn’t see you like that. He’s just a nice guy. You repeated that to yourself until you heard Jason speak up. “Boys are just eager to catch a break, sir. No harm meant.” ‘Did I miss something?’ You thought. Looking up at him and nudging his arm a little. A confused look on your face. Jason tilted his head down, leaning his head to the side and whispering “fill you in later.”. You nodded. Still listening, but keeping to yourself.

After Eric was finished with his presentation, you made your way over to Joey. He was talking to Eric with a concerned look on his face. As you approached, you cued in on their conversation. “Bet the farm on this. I have a good feeling we're gonna clear up." Said Eric. “I wish I shared your optimism, Colonel." Joey spoke, the colonel turned his heels and made his way over to Rachel, as you leaned on the table next to joey. “Hey, you okay?” You looked at him with a soft expression. Joey was always like a big brother to you, ever since you joined the team he and you would always get into trouble together. He sighed. “I’m okay, just a little worried is all” Joey shrugged

“Hey, don’t be. Nothings gonna happen to any of us, not if I can help it.” You smiled a little, tilting your head. “What if you can’t help it, scout? What if I can’t help you or, or merwin or-“ “hey” you interrupted “will you stop that. We’re gonna be okay. Promise” you stuck out your pinky, which made him smile a little, before wrapping his pinky around yours. “See? Everything is going to be A-O-K” you stood up straight. Knocking on his helmet playfully before walking off, on your way to get ready for the mission.

Tunnels, 1100 hours, 63ft

“Y/n! Get down!” You heard Joey scream, it sounded almost like an echo. What the fuck? “Joey?” You groaned. Everything hurt. You felt like shit. You tried to sit up, only to gasp at the sharp pain in your shoulder. Your eyes snapped open, only to see it was dark all around you, besides the circle of light around you, which came from the giant hole in the ceiling above.

“Oh, what the fuck?” You winced, rolling onto your side. Your vision was blurry for a second, before everything came clear. The pain in your shoulder was burning like a white flame. You clutched it, only to find that it felt wet. “Ah, shit” you hissed. Pulling your hand back into the sunlight. Your hand was covered in blood. “Fan-fucking-tastic” you whispered, looking around to observe your surroundings as you stood up. You couldn’t really tell where you were exactly, other than it was a tunnel of some sort. “Joey? Jason?” You whisper/called. Careful incase there were enemies nearby. “What the fuck” you whispered, again and again. It’s the only thought you really had, as you looked for your weapons. other than finding your team and patching up your shoulder, of course. You assumed it was a bullet hole, giving the fact you were just in combat. ‘Oh, shit.’ You thought. The memories flooding back.

You stood up straight, checking your clip. Thank god it was full. You took a couple steps towards the dark tunnel, raising your weapon. Turning your headlight on. You could barely see, the path was so narrow. You clicked the intercom button on your earpiece “Scout to mailman 3, Nicky? Where are you?” You spoke just above a whisper. Your new call sign made you smile a little. Jason had given it to you a few days ago, saying something about how you’re like a girl scout.

As you approached you realized the three figures were Nick, Jason and clarice. Nick and Jason were saying something about needing to find you, and You heard merwin groan in pain. “found her” he managed to get out, making them all turn around “fancy meeting you here” you joked lightheartedly, grabbing your knife and starting to cut the wires. “How did you- what? Where did you come from?” Jason said in disbelief. “I honestly don’t know, jase” you said softly. Glancing at him for just a second, before continuing to Concentrate on not injuring you or merwin any more. Finally, you cut the right wire that sent merwin to the ground.

As you all surrounded him, he started screaming again. “oh fuck he’s so fucked” you heard Jason say breathlessly. “You don’t think I can- hear you” merwin gasped between breaths. He really was fucked. Blood and guts never really bothered you, but this was just awful. His skin was torn to shreds, pieces of barbed wire still mauling his flesh. You had to do something to get it out. “Hey, hey, look at me” you said softly. Putting a hand on merwins helmet. You were trying to comfort him. He may have been a dick, but that didn’t mean you needed to be one. “It’s gonna be okay, I’m gonna patch you up best I can, and then we’ll get out of here. Everything is going to be just fine.” “There’s morphine in my pack! Get it!” You heard Nick yell, “Jesus, who the hell loaded these packs” Jason grumbled. as you turned your head to look at them, clarice was yanked into the darkness.

“What the fuck?” You whispered in disbelief. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears. Jason stepped towards where clarice had disappeared. “Clarice?” Jason called softly, only to be answered by a menacing shrieking. Jason and Nick jumped back, meanwhile you had already grabbed merwins pack straps, ready to start moving him. “The fuck was that?” Merwin winced. Jason and Nick each grabbed one of merwins arms. “Move! Now!” He shouted, dragging the man behind the 3 of you. The trail of blood following.

“Nick he’s bleeding out, we have to take care of this” you insisted, dragging him into a corner. Hoping whatever was out there wouldn’t find you. You kept pressure on merwins wounds while Jason scoped out the area. “How is it?” Merwin winced. “You want the good version or the bad version?” You couldn’t look at him, knowing he was fucked either way. “Just give it to me straight.” He groaned. Nick shook his head, “I’m not gonna lie man, it’s pretty fuckin’ bad”. The shrieking was getting louder as you moved to start patching him up, he was bleeding out too quickly. “Whatever’s out there, he’s drawing them down on us!” Jason said in a panicked tone. You’ve never seen him this scared. “He won’t hold still jase, you need to get the morphine in him.” You turned your head. He was like a deer in headlights. “Now kolchek!” You demanded, he was a good soldier, they called him the best of the best. You knew he’d follow an order rather than a plea.

In a second Jason was digging the morphine out, as Nick kept his hand over merwins mouth to keep him quiet. you kept bandaging up several of merwins wounds, Joey had been giving you medicine training but it wasn’t enough.. wait, where’s Joey?you thought. Nick started to say something, but couldn’t hear what He was saying over the intense shrieking coming from down the hall. By the time you and Jason looked up, it was too late. “Nick, you’re choking him!” You slapped his hand away. Jason moved to check his pulse.

“Can’t find a pulse, I can’t find a fucking pulse” he said in a panicky tone. You looked over at Nick. “It can’t be! I- I didn’t mean to-“ he stuttered “he’s gone Nick, merwin is dead” Jason spoke just above a whisper. Your heart sank. You fell back into your heels, looking down at your blood soaked hands. Nick looked at you both in sheer regret. “I’m sorry- I- I didn’t mean, fuck” he nearly shrieked. Standing up with his hands on his head “Nick it’s okay” you sighed. “It was an accident ” You stood up, ignoring the pain in your left shoulder and side. Jason stood beside you. Your heart jumped when you saw him out of the corner of your eye. Fuck. Why did he have to stand so damn close? Normally you’d be annoyed that someone’s up your ass, but Jason being close made you feel.. safe? Not the kind of safe Nicky made you feel. Nick always said he had to protected you, but you wanted jason to protect you, to hold you. Jesus, this ain’t the time.

“We gotta move guys, they’re coming.” You turned, and jason grabbed your left arm “hey we need to-“ You let out a yelp, Jason immediately released his hold. He had grabbed your bad arm. As the adrenaline wore off, you remembered that you were shot. “Fuck” you seethed as you clutched it. Him twisting your arm made it start to bleed again. “Y/n? What the fuck happened to you?” Jason moved closer. Grabbing your shoulder to examine you. “Ow, ow jason, be careful would you?” You whimpered, The shrieking from whatever was chasing you seemed to have subsided. “Christ, you got hit” he sighed, applying pressure. “Good news is, the bullet went clean through” he spoke softly as he started to put bandages on each side. “Bad news?” You seethed, Clenching his shirt tightly. “We’re out of morphine” he chuckled. Making you smile a little “awesome” you turned your head to look at him.

He seemed so focused. his eyes were narrow on your wound, cursing as he fumbled with the last bandage. You never noticed how attractive he really was until now. His face and arms were covered in dirt, he had a cuts and scrapes all over him. He brought his eyes to meet yours and you immediately felt your face heat up, looking away and at nick. He was looking at the floor, clearly upset. “Nick-“ “Let’s move” Nick said sorrowfully, breezing past you and Jason, and down the cave corridor. You looked up at Jason, who was already looking at you. “Do you think he’ll be okay?” You whispered as you both started to walk, careful not to let Nick hear. “He’s a big boy, he’ll be fine” Jason spoke as if he was trying to convince himself, rather than you.

Suddenly, you hear some sort of clicking noise behind you. You turn, shining your headlight towards the noise. Your heart stopped. There was some sort of.. creature crawling towards you. It was winged,and massive. “Oh my god” you gasped. Jumping back. The creature shrieked, standing on two legs and bellowing an inhuman scream. “Fuck, fuck! We gotta move!” You heard Jason yell, in an instant your tiny group was racing down the corridor, being chased by whatever the hell that was. You rounded a corner, seeing collapsed debris over a small staircase, and a clear bath right next to it. “We gotta go through it!” Nick shouted. “The other ways safer, she can’t make it through-“ You cut Jason off irritably. “I don’t need my damn shoulder to jump.” You hissed, immediately hurdling over the collapsed pieces of structure. You didn’t mean to sound like a bitch, but now was not the time to be careful.

The boys followed close behind as you ran into a semi open area. Before you could even look around, something smashed into your side, knocking you to the ground. “Y/n!” You heard Nick shout as your back hit the floor. The winged creature was ontop of you, clawing at your face. You shielded yourself and tried to kick it off as best you could but to no avail, you pulled out your knife and started stabbing it in the chest. “Get it off!” You shrieked as Nick and Jason started shooting at it. the thing ran off, giving you time to scramble to your feet. You clutched your side in agony. “God I hate this place” you groaned, continuing to run down the tunnel. You ran as fast as you could, praying to whatever god was listening that there weren’t more ahead of you. You came to a corner. Stopping and pointing your weapon behind you down the hall.

“What the hell is going on?!” Nick shouted. “I don’t know man, it was not supposed to play out like this” Jason spoke shakily. “How the hell are we going to get out of-“ you were cut off by a voice over your earpiece. “Any call signs this is king, contact contact! Taking fire! Does anyone cope over!” You turned to look at Jason. “That’s Rachel!” Nick cried. “King, this is mailman 2-1 actual say again, over.” Jason said, holding his earpiece. No response. “king this is mailman 2-1 actual. How copy, over?!” Nothing. “Damn it!” He hissed, turning around and leading down the tunnel.

A little bit of time had passed, and all three of you had been walking for a while, in silence. Nick was the first to speak up. “I killed him” he choked out, “I fucking killed merwin” he let out a shaken breath. “It was an accident.” You and Jason said nearly in unisons. “Just like the woman at the checkpoint” he shook his head. “Don’t make shit weirder than it already is, clear your fucking mind!” Jason hollered. Making you jump a little.

“We need to find someplace to chill out for a second. Figure out a plan” you grumbled, turning a corner and seeing Eric, sobbing near a cliff. You felt so dizzy that you really didn’t care about Eric’s state of being. “Go see what’s up with him, I’ll keep watch” you said to Jason, who nodded and approached the colonel with Nick. You could hear Eric crying, but couldn’t make out any of the words. Everything hurt, your head was pounding, your shoulder felt like it was on fire, and your side was in excruciating pain. The creature that took you down must have broken a rib, or at the very least bruised one. You were still worried about Joey, hoping he was topside and safe.

“Rachel!” You jumped and ran towards your teammates at the sound of Nick yelling. “What the hell happened?” You said, looking between the three men. All of them were staring over the cliff. “No..” you stepped back. Shaking your head in disbelief, tears brimming your eyes. How could she be gone? You felt sick. “We gotta move, colonel we’re sitting ducks! We need to fall back, now.” Jason hollered. “Over there” Nick pointed towards what seemed to be a separate room, with huge doors. “Let’s go” you sighed, following Jason & nick. Eric was behind you.

“Scout, you’re bleeding” Eric exclaimed. Rushing to your side. “I’m fine, really, kolchek patched me up” you gave him a weak smile. “No, I mean you’re bleeding through the bandages.” “What?” You looked down, your shirt drenched in fresh blood. “Son of a bitch” you hissed, applying pressure. “Scout you don’t look so good..” Nick said warningly, walking closer to you with Jason beside him. “Gee, thanks sergeant, you really know how to make a girl feel special” you joked, trying to lighten the mood. You knew you’d eventually loose enough blood to weaken you, but you didn’t think it’d happen this quickly.

“Y/n seriously. Look at me.” Jason spoke up, and you did. “Jesus Christ” he breathed. Instantly putting your good arm over his shoulders. You tried to resist, but you were too tired. “Jason I’m fine, I can keep going.” You pleaded. You didn’t want to be dead weight. “Bullshit.” He grumbled. Picking you up and carrying you through the door. Everything faded to black.

Flashback

“Scout, hey! Um, hello? Earth to y/n?” You heard, picking your head up from your sketch pad to see Jason. “Oh hey kolchek. What’s up?” You were sitting on your bunk, relaxing after a long day of paperwork. “I said, Whatcha drawing there?” He chuckled. Sitting across from you. “I- um- nothing.” You said hurriedly, attempting to close your sketchbook, but he snatched it up to take a peek. “Jason!” You whined, trying to get it back. “No no! Let me see!” He laughed. Standing up and backing away so he could take a better look. “Well, we’ll miss y/l/n, something you need to tell me?” He teased. Holding it up and pointing at the half finished drawing of himself. He was standing in the briefing room, infront of a beautiful arched doorway. “I- no. What? No. I draw all of you I just- fuck this is awkward” you groaned. Covering your face with your hands. “Well?” He teased, raising his eyebrows with a grin on his face. “Jesus, Jason, I-“ you sighed. “I just like to draw you guys, that’s all” you looked up at him, praying he wouldn’t flip a page and see the one of him shirtless on the previous page. “I’m just teasin’, I think it’s pretty cool” he smiled, handing the sketch pad back. “Thanks” you smiled, taking the pad and setting it on your cot. “Next time though, you should draw one of us” he gulped, realizing what he just said. “You know, all of us” he said a little too quickly, causing you to raise an eyebrow. “Well well, mr kolchek, something you wanna tell me?” You teased, mocking him. You stood up, walking closer to him. The tension was growing thicker every second. “I-“ he was cut off by Joey coming into the room “guys, Merwin and Nick are gonna- woah. Am I interrupting something?” He said in shock, seeing you and Jason nearly chest-to-chest “nope, not at all, Cmon lieutenant” you hummed, following Joey out of your room. Jason just stood there, flustered and confused.

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spiritedgoat · 2 years

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The Ashes in Us

(Part 2)

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/spiritedgoat/692649443700391936?source=share

Warnings

Swearing

(Bold and/italics are what’s going through our dear reader’s mind)

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Bon apple teeth my dudes

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The wind from the blades blew strands of hair loose from your braid, whipping at your features, squinting your eyes at the helo that just landed in front of you. A man stepped out followed by a woman carrying equipment.

You and Jason saluted the newcomer walking toward you. "Colonel, good trip?"

"Not particularly." the man spoke up glancing at you and Jason through his sunglasses. "Welcome to Camp Slayer" Jason greeted offering a hand.

"My apologies for being early, things are moving fast" he apologized shaking Jason's hand.

"And this is my assistant, Clarice Stokes" Eric added ,turning to the woman.

"No worries sir ,good to have you on board. The techs are ready for your presentation, hello ma'am" Jason greeted ,the woman trailing behind Eric. "Stokes, Dr. Clarice Stokes" the woman said smiling at Jason, "Kolchek , First Lieutenant Kolchek" he said with his southern drawl, "And this is Corporal Y/N Jackowski " he added motioning to you with a quick nod of his head.

"Pleasure to meet you" you greeted politely.

Clarice let out a tight lipped smile and pushed passed you following Eric. This is going to be just 'lovely' you thought to yourself. Yep you're pretty sure she already doesn't like you.

Considering you were one of only two women on base, already not getting along too well with Rachel being the other, you sighed in defeat. You definitely found it easier to get along with the rest of the marines.

Maybe it was just the way you were raised , you weren't some pretty princess that needed saving, you could look after yourself and hold your own if push comes to shove. Or at least that's what your father taught...more like beat into you since you were a kid. Your father always wanted a son after all...and all your mother could give him was a daughter. So he raised you into what he wanted instead of what you were.

"You coming back there, Jack?" you heard Jason's voice call out

You shook the thoughts from your head and pushed yourself forward following after the group of people.

Even a few feet away from the group you could hear the blaring noise from Merwin's radio. He was busy with his daily workout and physically working on your nerves even before opening his mouth. You came to a halt next to Jason.

"I see you old man, keep busting out those reps" Jason said smiling slightly at Merwin sitting upright to look at the group of people in front of him.

"Come join me, maybe I'll teach you a thing or two" Merwin answered, his eyes scanning the faces before landing on you.

"Later. We have company" Jason spoke gesturing to Eric.

"Maybe missy would like to watch me get a sweat on, huh?" Merwin smiled and you raised your eyebrows visibly cringing at his offer.

Merwin loved poking fun at you or it was just to grind Jason's gears from time to time since he could see Jason's jaw clench at the comment.

You were used to Merwin being well...Merwin at this point but he always seemed to have the knack for rubbing you the wrong way.

"You wanna spot me little lady?" he smiled, a glint of amusement present in his eyes.

"Nah, I got eyes. I can see you quite fine from here thanks" you let out as nicely as possible

Merwin shifted his attention to his newest victim, sending Clarice a wink.

"Ignore Corporal Merwin, he lacks social skills" Jason stated turning to Eric. He glanced at you sending you a soft nod before continuing his walk along the hall.

"God have mercy on whatever demented creature married him" You sighed softly. Not soft enough though as Jason let out a soft snort. "Amen to that" he chuckled.

"What was that?" Merwin called out, you turned sending him a wink.

"Well I guess every unit has it's resident jackass" Eric stated, following closely behind.

The walk to the briefing room was not too eventful, running into Nick on the way.

"This is Sergeant Kay" Jason introduced giving Nick a pat on the shoulder. Nick scanned the group, looking at Eric but blatantly ignoring him when he spoke to him, "Yeah gotta get in there and get prepped" he mumbled, walking off. You frowned in question. The fuck was up with Nick? Since he seemed pretty chirpy on his way to see Rachel earlier.

"So what's his malfunction?" Eric asked watching as sergeant Kay walked away.

Jason sighed, "Nick ain't been himself lately. Civilian ate a bullet. Nick took it hard"

"Is he combat ready?" Eric asked frowning ,looking between you and Kolchek.

"He's a big boy sir, he's ready" You answered simply standing your ground.

Entering the briefing room, Jason led the group though the doorway. "So this must be the one and only satellite guy" Joey commented from his desk watching intently as the man stood in front of him. You looked down at Joey a smile creeping onto your lips, shaking your head slowly, knowing Joey's about to eat shit.

"Colonel Eric King...the satellite guy" Eric said seemingly a little amused by the marine's mistake. You could see Joey's soul leave his body for a moment as he stumbled up to his feet saluting the new commanding officer. "Lance Corporal Comez, sir!" he introduced, Jason biting back his own smile.

"Give the Colonel full site access" He stated pointing at Joey

"Well I'm telling ya, when the Queen Bitch finds out about this, she's gonna flip" Jason said holding up the letter.

"Yeah, me and Rachel know each other, she'll understand" Eric stated, your eyebrows lifting at his comment.

"Sir?" Jason had visible confusion on his face

Clarice cleared her throat and spoke up "The Queen Bitch you're referring to, is his wife". You swear you could see Jason's eyes grow twice it's size.

You bite down on your lip to suppress the smile that was forcing it's way on your face. You've never heard silence louder than what befell the room at that moment.

Eric made his way past Jason looking through the rest the room's got to offer.

You stepped over to Jason who dropped his head squeezing his eyes shut. A low "fuck" escaped his lips.

God it was funny

He saw the amusement written all over your face even though you tried your best to hide it, sucking your lips in to form a thin line.

"Don't.You.Fucking.Dare" he pressed out in a threatening low voice his accent heavily present. You couldn't help but crack more at the empty threat as a soft half chuckle escaped your lips, you gave him a pat on the shoulder

You smiled to yourself knowing you're gonna tease the shit out of him later for that one.

"Nice work, hotshot" you winked walking into the room, Jason following suit.

"Sir, I am so sorry. Rachel never mentioned that she was married" you heard Jason apologize as you walked over to Joey.

Still amused "How you doing Joey? How you like the new commander" you asked, a shit eating grin plastered on your face as you made yourself comfortable sitting on the edge of the desk. Joey gave you a glare and if looks could kill, you'd be six feet beneath catering for some maggots by now. Eventually he broke a smile at the memory. You tapped him on the back of the helmet reassuringly ,"Happens to the best of us, bud".

"What even is this place? Looks like a ballroom" Clarice asked, a voice as sweet as honey

"That's exactly what it is, ma'am. Saddam was dancing it out here" Jason answered looking around at the building.

"Maybe I'll even let you take me for a spin" She said seductively, smiling at Jason.

You turned your head in Clarice's direction and narrowed your eyes at her. You weren't the jealous type, you knew better than that.

It's not like you had any right to be jealous either, you had no claim on Jason whatsoever. Still her words spewed so sweetly to Lieutenant Kolchek made heat rise from somewhere deep in your chest spreading through your whole body, you just hoped it didn't resonate on your face. Your face definitely spoke louder than your words sometimes.

"Jack....Jackowski, Y/N? Earth to Jack" Joey said snapping his fingers next to your face. Finally drawing your attention.

"Mhm?" You turned looking at Joey staring at you with an raised eyebrow. "Looked like you wanted to murder either Kolchek or the girl" he said a mischievous smile forming on his lips.

"What? No, sorry my head was somewhere else" you forced a smile, Joey not buying it.

"Uh huh yeah, like mentally murdering the girl?" he said ,humor trailed in his voice

"Yeah. What? No jesus Joey. Just thinking about some things I guess" you stated.

Not entirely sure if you were trying to convince Joey or yourself with that

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The briefing felt like it took forever, especially with the added awkwardness between Rachel and Eric that was as clear as day.

Overall the tension was high in the room, irritable and the heat didn't help.

Eric went over the details of the mission, pretty straight forward.

Go in, take control, find the silo, confiscate the WMD's and leave with as little casualties as possible.

Well easier said than done.

You scanned over the room, your arms crossed over your chest as you watched the marines' annoyed faces as Eric and Merwin argued about some bullshit, yet again. Probably just another pissing competition between them.

"You act like this in all your briefings, Corporal?" Eric threatened

"Sorry sir, the boys are just ready to catch a break. No harm meant" Jason apologized on Merwin's behalf

His eyes glanced over ,meeting yours. You offered him a small smile as you shifted your body on the table, turning your attention back to Eric's speech.

"Sir, we just got urgent weather reports of a sandstorm moving in over the Zagros Mountains" Clarice notified, Eric slammed his fist down on the table cursing. The mission was set to take action the next hour but the sandstorm made it impossible to fly out.

"Finish your preps, we move out tomorrow at daybreak" Eric commanded leaving the room.

To your surprise you felt relief by the postponement of the mission, something about it didn't sit quite right with you. Usually when missions came you got your head in the game and did as told but you survived off your own instincts. That gut feeling hasn't let you down yet.

The team finished the last of the preparations for the next morning's mission.

All you wanted to do tonight was relax and take it easy maybe catch up on some reading, since you had no guard duty, you were free for the night.

You were just on your way out when a hand caught your arm, your head snapped to the culprit.

Jason smiled at you, dimples making themselves known. "You have plans tonight, Jack?" he asked.

You looked at him weighing your options mentally before speaking, "Mhm yeah, I don't have too much going on. Why?"

You figured, it might be your last night alive tonight so why the hell not, there's always the chance of getting shot tomorrow.

He smiled at your answer, "Good , then join me and some of the boys tonight for some not so cold, cold ones" He suggest a smile on his face, think he also felt some relief.

You nodded your head "Fine but only a few, you know I don't do well with alcohol" You laughed at the memories flooding your brain of the last time you got tipsy and ended up punching Merwin out cold because of some dispute.

Jason let out a chuckle laughing at the fact he knew exactly what you were referring to.

"It honestly wouldn't be such a bad thing if it happened again" Jason snickered a crooked smile on his face.

You shook your head embarrassed of your own behaviour, you were normally calm and collected but damn you were a lightweight, "No I'd rather not take my chances, maybe I'll get reported to the lieutenant".

Jason raised an eyebrow, smiling at your words. "You just might" He whispered barely audible.

You smiled playfully at the words he probably didn't mean to say out loud "Then I'll see you later." you answered waving a hand as a goodbye to the few guys left in the room.

You took your leave to your quarters that you shared with 3 other marines including Joey.

So privacy was...interesting. At least the men respected your needs, especially when it came to washing up. You were allowed to use to closed off shower in the Sergeants' shared bathroom. The bathroom used by the higher ranking marines, it was fancier than what you guys had, more intact and working.

You entered the room making sure to knock first.

"Hey, you're back early. You ain't got guard duty tonight?" Joey greeted, laying sprawled out on his bed reading some magazine, dear god you hoped it was a normal magazine. After the last incident of walking in on Joey at an...undesired time both of you made the unspoken agreement of always knocking VERY loudly before entering the room.

"Nah, I'm free tonight Joe. Ricky and Theo are on guard so we get the room for ourselves, but said I'd go out and have some drinks with Jason...." Joey turned immediately looking at you raising his eyebrows "...and some of the other boys"

You frowned at his sudden change of expression, "What? Did I say something?" you asked, honestly confused Joey looked at you as if you just sacrificed his first born son.

"Spit it out Gomez" you challenged

"Nah Nah nothin's wrong...So you and Kolchek? Anything going on there, perhaps??" he asked stepping closer.

Fuck.

"What? Our Lieutenant Kolchek? Are you crazy? He's my superior no fucking way man" You tried to sound convincing

Joey assessed your words, watching you intensely before narrowing his eyes at you

FUCK.

"I'm not buying it" he said plainly

"What do you mean?"

"You got very nervous when I mentioned Kolchek where as you're usually calm AND you did that weird knuckle rubbing thing you always do when you lie."

FUCK.

You stared quietly at Joey trying to come up with an excuse but your brain had 12 tabs open and half were frozen. You were screwed utterly screwed. Joey was going to torture you with his newly learned knowledge.

Even if you denied it, it would be no use. Joey knew you better than that, he'd see right through you.

"Considering you're not denying my brilliance...I'm gonna poke the bear and say I'm right?" Joey stated, a shit eating grin on his face.

You sighed your defeat, looking up at him

"Oh shit, I knew it!" he said maybe a little too loudly considering the paper thin walls.

"What do you mean, 'you knew it' ? " you cornered him

"Pfft, you don't think I see the blatant flirting you two do? The way you'd follow him into hell or take a bullet for him at any given chance?."

You bit your lip rolling his words through your head, "Okay firstly that's kind of part of the job description and secondly I don't think he sees me like that"

Joey shrugged at your response "Uh huh say what you want."

You narrowed your eyes at the man flicking his glasses so they sit crooked on his face.

"I'm gonna go wash up, I'm still sweaty from this morning's PE"

Joey swatted your hand away and resumed his place reading the magazine.

You gathered your change of clothes paired with a scratchy beige towel and made your way to the bathroom.

The warm water hitting your skin after today felt amazing, your bones ached and your muscles were tired. You washed your hair and scrubbed at the dust sticking to your arms.

You didn't want to leave the comfort of the warm shower but you had to eventually, you reached a hand out of the shower searching for the clothes you dumped.

Underwear, grey sweatpants, sports bra, shirt. Shirt? Fuck where's the shirt. You put the close on leaving the shower cubicle trying to find the shirt. Fuck I probably dropped it on the way here.

A creak sounded as the door to the bathrooms opened, your heart skipped a beat.

Shit

Covering what you could, using the towel you covered your stomach, shoulders and breasts.

The door opened and Jason looked more shocked than you after stepping inside, you stared at him blankly for a moment

"What's the chances of meeting you here?" you said awkwardly

Jason blinked a few times before opening his mouth and closing it again

"Y-you know the normal, showering and what not " he let out his brows furrowed.

You shook your head in agreement trying to make the situation less awkward. Was it working? No

"Uh, you alright there Kyra?" Jason finally spoke the question he had been thinking.

"Mhm yeah...yeah no, I-I forgot my shirt" you admitted with a thin lipped smile.

"That makes more sense" he chuckled stepping closer. Your eyes widening a bit

"Here, take mine" he proposed, slipping his blue shirt off and handing it to you.

"Thank you, it'll be less weird than using the towel to go back" you admitted ,taking the shirt from his hand.

It was still warm from his body heat, your eyes involuntarily flicked over to his chest and immediately you realized what you did.

Shit

Jason smiled to himself at the fact you just checked him out. He stepped back and put a hand over his eyes allowing you to drop the towel.

You quickly slipped the shirt over your head, it was a bit big and it smelled like him. It was a deep woody smell mixed with a bit of dust.

"Thank you, I really appreciate it. You can drop your hand, I'm done"

Jason smiled looking at the sight of you in his shirt, "Blue suits you" He commented

You didn't know how to respond, a smile creeped on your face "Thanks, I should probably get going"

You pushed your wet hair back so it hanged loose for the trip to your room.

"Then I'll see you a little later" Jason spoke, a soft smile on his face as he flipped his towel over the shower door.

You nodded making your leave, walking briskly back to your barrack ignoring the questioning looks you received from the passing soldiers.

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You knocked, entering your shared room making a bee line for where the grey tank top still layed untouched on your bed.

"Goddammit, you idiot Kyra" you mumbled to yourself, throwing the shirt over the bed's frame.

"You took your time, nice shirt. Wait nice shirt?" Joey retraced his steps to stop behind you crossing his arms.

"Thanks" you absentmindedly answered, packing away your toiletries.

"Who's shirt is that?" He asked

"Mine, why?" You played it off

A moment of silence passed and you turned to face the man who was burning holes through the back of your skull.

"Woman, I know you only own 6shirts, 3 green army uniform shirts, a black tshirt, that tank top and a grey sweatshirt. Plus by the looks of it, that shirt is at least a size too big for you so my question validly stands" Joey claimed with a smirk on his face.

You blinked at the man a few times, struggling to actually find the words to say, as borderline creepy as the fact was he was right. It's one thing you had to give to Joey, he was damn observant. "Okay that's low key scary but fine, it's not my shirt. I forgot mine when I took a shower and had to borrow one." You admitted

Joey weighed your answer searching for something

"Ha. So who's is it?"

You shut your eyes, knowing the answer will just set him off more.

"It's...Jason's. He came into the bathroom when I was about to leave"

Joey smiled, happy with your answer

"Knew I recognized that shirt from somewhere."

"Oh shut up, Gomez" you shooed the man away.

The sun was almost entirely gone when you looked out the window at the stray palm trees in the distance. Only their silhouettes really visible.

Flopping down on your bed you silently stared at the crumbling tile ceiling.

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Jason Kolchek - Always Royal #1

Jason Kolchek x Reader

genre: angst

warning: cursing words (PLENTY), gun, bleeding, death, violence, mention of drug use, the Iraq war and 9/11

words: 3.2k

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This is my walkthrough of the game, and yes, my main character survived with the best ending! Spoiler alert + I cut some scenes bc I needed to focus on Jason and the reader's relationship. Remember, this is entirely my choice. Enjoy!

JASON KOLCHECK (CIR.1973)

1ST LT. USMC FORCE RECON

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"𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶," 𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴, 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳. "𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 '𝘘𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘉𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩' 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴- 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘱 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵."

ERIC KING (CIR.1968)

LT. COL. USAF

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"𝘙𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐...𝘸𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳," 𝘌𝘳𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺. "𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭'𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘳."

𝘋𝘳. 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯'𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯.

"𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯, 𝘚𝘪𝘳?"

"𝘛𝘩𝘦 '𝘘𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘉𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩' 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦." 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴. 𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦-𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮. "𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 '𝘘𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘉𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩' 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩. 𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯."

𝘈𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥. "𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘵, 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢- 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺, 𝘊𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭."

"𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘜𝘚𝘔𝘊 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭. 𝘎𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘺, 𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵." 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘦, "𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘺."

𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮. "𝘏𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘰'𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵?"

"𝘉𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘠/𝘕 𝘠/𝘓/𝘕. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥. 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴.

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬?

𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦.

𝘠/𝘕 𝘠/𝘓/𝘕? 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘹-𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦?

𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄

[𝐒𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐀𝐌 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐍'𝐬 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄]

𝟏𝟒𝟓𝟎 𝐇𝐑𝐒

𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐇: 𝟎 𝐅𝐓.

Y/N Y/L/N (CIR.1970)

COL. USMC

ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ

ɪᴍᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴀʟ

"Where's Rachel King?"

"Please come this way, ma'am."

Y/N nods and walks in a straight line, notices Clarice preparing the presentation, then sees both King couples conversing, if somewhat not going well.

"You guys ready?" Y/N walks into the hall, capturing the attention; All solely she cares about is her command. "Colonel. USMC, Y/L/N; here to assist Lt. Col. King on a CENTCOM and SOCC's urgent result needed assignment. I'll give you a few moments. Is the presentation ready, Dr. Stokes?"

"Five minutes, ma'am." Clarice raises her head to look at Jason; they appear to know each other. Y/N stares at Clarice unless she's in a not-good mood.

RACHEL KING (CIR.1968)

CIA FIELD OFFICER

ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ

ᴀʙʀᴀꜱɪᴠᴇ

"Hello there, my gunny- You look like shit," Rachel says as she wraps her arms around Y/N's waist.

"Well. Great shit flight. You have no idea how the bigass' spin my head to steal your team, Rach." Y/N removes her sunglasses and places them on the desk. "Sorry in advance, I take it ASAP."

Jason's gaze never leaves Y/N's while both Rachel and Eric are speaking with her. Right now, he appears to be eager to speak with her. But, having seen him, she only avoids his gaze with a firm sharpening of her face.

The old daydreams about Y/N's start to play as a flashback, and Jason could remember everything.

A couple of years for the divorce is far too long. Y/N was a Marine Gunnery Sergeant at the time of her marriage, but she had since been promoted to Captain. She is always excellent at her job, and stronger. However, she wishes to return to normalcy and settle down with a druggie like him after 9/11.

Jason messed everything up at the time; he had done it all along. He was completely clueless. Guessed Y/N must now be moving on -or with someone else. Even if the past continues to haunt him.

"All prepared, ma'am."

"Nice work, Clarice." Y/N steps upfront the monitor, starting. "CENTCOM has given the green light to raid the facility and seize any weapons on-site. However, there's also has the Republican Guard that we must keep an eye on." Y/N cocked her head in the direction of Jason. "On arrival, Lieutenant Kolchek will lead the raid on the facility. And whether or not we find any weapons, we will carry out a full weapon inspection."

Y/N held quiet since Eric's command began, giving him space. "Now listen up. Y/L/N will involve us as a co-negotiator, and with her background, she can help you on the raid. There's been a change in leadership. But Rachel's operational expertise and local knowledge are just as valuable as ever. She'll be flying with us, and I want you all to show her the same respect. Any questions?"

"The fuck are we waiting for? I'm ready!" Merwin's enthusiasm renders Y/N grins.

Jason loathed the fact that everyone else could make her smile but not him.

NICK KAY (CIR.1973)

SGT. USMC FORCE RECON

ᴅᴇꜰᴇɴꜱɪᴠᴇ

ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ

"That's tribal territory out there, Colonel. Make no mistake, those people are feral." Y/N raises an eyebrow at Jason's Sergeant, indicating that he agrees with his Lieutenant. "I take it we're getting air support? Sir, what's your call?"

"Up to yours, gunny," Y/N smirks at Eric and quietly considers Jason and his Sergeant option before dismissing it. "Negative, we'll keep this small; move fast-in, fast-out."

"With all due respect. I think that's the wrong call, ma'am." Y/N's brow furrows in irritation at Jason, and she directs her steely counterargument at him. "With all due respect, Lieutenant. I didn't come here for a holiday, and it's not your place to make the decision. If we spin up too many helos, we'll increase our chance of being spotted. Any concerns, see me after the briefing."

Eric rouses and eases everyone up. "This is why we went to war! This is what gets us out of bed every morning! Make no mistake, ladies and gentlemen, this is how we stop Saddam from using these weapons. Prepare in an hour. Dismissed!"

Y/N exhales deeply while inadvertently making eye contact with Jason, who is already looking at her.

"I have concerns, ma'am." While Jason confronts Y/N, she faces him with her arms crossed across her chest and her head tilted. She keeps her distance and is very polite. "Well, tell me."

"We're about to enter bandit territory. With all due respect, I'm afraid my team is not even close to being adequately prepared for the remoted." His hands were crossed behind his back. "We're here—a few Corporals were lost a few weeks ago."

"You are the Force Recon commander. This is your responsibility, if I'm not mistaken, to be fully prepared in any condition, aren't you?"

"We don't have a lot of bandwidth here," Clarice speaks up, cutting them both off, causing Y/N to come to a halt for a few moments.

Y/N sighed as she saw Eric continue to talk with Rachel while doing nothing to help. "We make do with what we've got, Claire. Do you mind if I take your seat?"

Jason watches his ex-wife approach her assistant, sat with her legs crossed, and began typing on the computer to find the most recent satellite data. Joey then walks in and hands her a piece of paper for her to sign. "Could you please sign below, ma'am?"

"Yeah, sure." Y/N unties the messy hair bun that she pins with the pen, then signs the paper for Joey before returning to the computer.

Jason took his time and scrutinized every detail of Y/N. She's so bossy and hot at the same time, fucking God. Her earnest eyesight, gestures, and the way she spoke with her head tilted were all telling. When she spoke at work with a strained slight smile, she caught him off guard, just like when they first met.

She's still as appealing to him as she was before.

Why the fuck did he decides to divorce her?

Y/N is still having a conversation with Clarice. She stands up with her backpack and sunglasses on. Jason doesn't want to miss out on this chance before she leaves the briefing room.

He takes his chances to clutch her wrist, quite tightly. "We haven't worked on anything together in a long time. How is everything going for you?"

"You shouldn't bring it up. It's over since we left." Y/N carefully pulled her wrist out of his grasp. When she notices Clarice gazing at both Jason and her, she drops her voice lower. Slowly, shaking her head. "Don't make things difficult for me."

"Please, Y/N. Let me finish." Jason catches her wrists once again, manages to pull her to his side. "I just wanted you to know how much I miss you."

Before Jason noticed that she was still wearing her wedding ring. On his earpiece, a damn call sign popped up.

"Mailman Three here to Mailman Two-One Actual, Lieutenant, are you there? Over."

As Jason rushed out the door. With laboriously and distractedly breathing through her lung, and being disturbed by that damn dimples, Y/N kept a close eye on his form, until out of sight.

Fuck, this was going to be a long day.

𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐋𝐙

𝟏𝟖𝟐𝟎 𝐇𝐑𝐒

𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐇: 𝟎 𝐅𝐓.

Y/N, accompanied by Jason, they go to question the captives and inspect the huts about the weapon's silo. As the two walks into the room, one of the marines reminds her. "This man was armed, ma'am."

"No doubt," she reacted to him before kneeling, questioning the shepherd in Arabic. Jason is still standing behind her, watching over her with undue concern. "You've got a bigger gun than I do, brother. Too big to scare the jackals away from your goats, right?" She leans in even more. "Now tell me, where is the silo's entrance?"

Jason couldn't keep his shit together any longer. After this fucking shepherd spit in Y/N's face. He knocks shepherd down with his rifle at the back, then pulls him back into position. "Stand down, Lieutenant! We start by raiding his place." Jason's violent behavior is reprimanded by Y/N, who sighs and scolds him.

"It's the only language these people understand, Colonel."

"All you have to do, Lieutenant, is follow my orders." With a threatening tone, Y/N stands up and approaches the shepherd one more time. "It's not gonna end well, dirtbag."

Jason came over to block her exit from the hut and handed her his scarf. Y/N stared at the fabric with skepticism before shifting her gaze to him. "This is what for? We're running out of time, Jason!"

"At least just let me wipe that shit away." He said this while tenderly cleaning Y/N's cheek along with her hair while she grudgingly blew her parted lips.

As they avoided each other's gaze, an Iraqi soldier launched an unexpected strike on the raid. One of the helos was hit by a missile and crashed to the ground. Due to the force of the impact, Y/N happened to fall into his arms by chance.

"Fuck it, asshole!" Y/N hisses angrily as Jason helps her in pulling herself up. She was about to take a step to the side when one of the bullets struck the wall close to her face. As a protective instinct, Jason pushes her behind him. "Stay inside!" Then he quickly draws his rifle and exits the hut.

In the midst of the chaos, Y/N goes to bring Clarice entering the hut. "Stay back, Colonel!" While attempting to cover Jason's way to the closest to the Iraqi soldiers' barrier, Nick and Merwin yell at Y/N.

"Rachel! Where are you?" Eric returns to the hut to find Rachel, just as Y/N emerges outside with the remaining marines. "What are you waiting for? Return fire! Come with me!" While reloading the ammo, she contacts the earpiece of her radio. "This is Y/L/N, all call signs. We were attacked! Can you give me an update on the contact? Over!"

"Y/L/N, this is Killjoy Two. We're under fire and falling! Targets have advanced into the LZ-" When the second helos crash-land, she looks up in horror as the signal fades and the ground begins to shake bit by bit. The foremost thing that came up to her mind; it's Jason.

"Goddamn it! What the hell was Eric thinking coming to this fucking place?" Y/N runs through the spray of gunfire, carrying the dead marines' belongings, and storms toward the waring zone. Seeing Jason, he lets the unarmed shepherd flee- with one of the Republican Guard creeping up and pointing a gun behind his back.

According to the trigger sound, Jason was tense. Y/N, she also pointed the rifle pointed at the Iraqi soldier and pulled the trigger as well. "You better not miss," she added in Arabic, "come on, we already let your people go!"

"No more killing." Finally, the antagonist raises his hand, and Jason turns around to see Y/N place her rifle beside her arm. However, the ground begins to tremble more, and she loses her footholds; The earthquake has begun. "Isn't that worse enough?"

Jason reaches for her and grabs her hand, but his fingers only reach her fingertips. "Come here, darin', look at me, I've got you-"

"Jase!" He could hear her terrified screams as she was dragged underground- beneath the ground's surface, right in front of his eyes.

"Y/N! No!"

The last thing Y/N heard was a cry for her name.

All of a sudden, everything went black.

𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐒

𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟐 𝐇𝐑𝐒

𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐇: 𝟓𝟓 𝐅𝐓.

Y/N chokes out the sands in her lung while suffering from a sore throat and dizziness. "What the fuck." She groaned and clutched her bleeding side as she stood up. "All call signs, this is Y/L/N, please respond, over."

"Goddamn shit." She whispers and passes through the gate, "Kolchek?" The image of Jason's terrified face when she fell underground flashed through her mind. Where's him? Is he alright? Is he still topside? Or has he fallen here the same as her?

She's hoping he's still up there.

Oh no, the guilt is starting to pile up. Up there, there were far too many deaths among the marines. It's entirely her fault that she led the team on this pointless mission and received nothing in return.

"Eric? Rache? Clarice!" Peeking around, Y/N concluded that the cavern she'd tumbled into would be too unstable to climb out. "Kay?" There didn't seem to be any way out of those damn walls. "Y/L/N to Mailman Two-One Actual, I need your location. Repeat, respond with your location. Over!"

"Y/L/N here to King, how copy? Over." Y/N kept moving since she had no choice. "Come on, fucking answer me, please." She went into a version she hadn't been in a long time, rifles and shotguns at her hips, and backpack securely fastened. "Dropkick, this is Y/L/N. Where are you? Over." Everywhere in the caverns was wholly silent but unsettling, as if something lurked in the shadows, having watched every inch of her.

Unforeseen. Through the darkness, the yells could be heard further into the cave's maze of halls to the dead ends. Unlike anything Y/N ever heard. It made a clicking sound like a snake. The sounds of dehumanizing noises became shriller, more enraged. That's making Y/N scrambled leaps with a gasp.

The rifle and the earpiece were the only sources of lighting. Y/N had the impression that the pretty odd clicking sound was approaching her. It causes her to take a slow step back, hands low to the rifle, and lean close to the wall. Knowing that confronting would be a bad idea. "Lord, save me."

SALIM OTHMAN (CIR.1963)

LT. IRAQI GROUND FORCES

ꜱᴛᴜʙʙᴏʀɴ

ᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇᴏᴜꜱ

A hand appears out of nowhere and wraps itself around her mouth. "Shhh." Y/N lets out another surprised gasp, and the man behind her begins to whisper in her ear. "Over there, there's a demon." Y/N clenched her teeth and drew in a deep breath.

The sight of the monster crawling through the straits in her face freezes her even more. One of the marines on the ground is devoured by it. "We can get through this, but only together. They react to sound - like bats. They hear you - they hunt you."

Her eyes are wide open in shock because this is not what she expected. "I've seen their weakness. They burn in sunlight. Like any living being, they can be killed. A stake through the heart. Your bullets will only slow them down. Even a truck falling on them just makes them angry. We do this together, okay?" Following that, he let go of her mouth.

When Y/N turns around, she recognizes him as the Republican Guard who pointed the gun at Jason. She's not sure why, but seeing someone over here makes her feel better. "We can kill it. You move into a flanking position and get its attention. I'll do the rest."

Y/N quickly agrees by making eye contact with him. "All right, I'm ready."

In a sneaky direction, the two abut the monster. The Iraqi soldier gives Y/N a clue to get its attention. She fired the rifle straight into its heart. The obnoxious monster knocks her over as it spreads its wings and readies to strike her.

The man attacks the monster's heart with his metal pillar. Y/N was out of breath, but she stood up right away to help him press the metal against it, try to kill it together.

"This- This is bullshit!" Y/N squealed, balancing on the edge of the dirt and catching her chest to slow her racing heartbeats. "What the fuck is that?"

"Never before have I ever seen anything... So vicious." She focused her attention on the man in front of her. He knelt on the same level as she; unarmed and was injured beneath his right limb. "Do you believe in the demons?"

Y/N shook her head and tried to stand, "if you'd asked me that before up there. I'd of laughed in your face." She observes the beast for the first time. As she gets closer to the unfortunate marine, she grabs his pistol and tosses it at the man who has just rescued her from the nearest death. "Did you just beat it on your own? Before you found me?"

"We were trapped in the temple. The Sumerian temple. We were in hell." In his distress, he took her pistol, and he appears to be in tears and about to burst into sobs. "Thanks."

"I suppose you should know who I am if we're going right through this shit bowl hell. Colonel Y/N Y/L/N, US Marine Corps." She extended her hand.

"Salim Othman, Lieutenant, Iraqi Army." The Republican Guard speaks quietly while shaking her hand. When Salim notices her wedding ring, he exclaims, "you might have someone waiting for you at home— I do have one. It's my son."

"Huh?" She felt more at ease with the stranger, telling him. "No- we um, we've separated, actually. I mean divorced." Y/N's face was upright and emotionless once more, but her eyes shivered as her thoughts returned to Jason.

"How come you're still wearing a ring if you're no longer together?" Salim asked, his eyes unclouded, innocently. "You still love him?"

In response to his question, Y/N simply glimmered at him and said something else with a weak smile. "Thanks for saving my life, Salim."

Y/N leaned her gaze to her hand, hesitated for a moment, then took off her wedding ring and clasped it onto her necklace instead.

TBC

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artbookdap · 3 years

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Spreads from 'Adam Pendleton: Pasts, Futures, and Aftermaths, Revisiting the Black Dada Reader,' published by @daba_press & @buchhandlungwaltherfranzkoenig⁠ ⁠ In 2011, Pendleton (born 1984) assembled 'Black Dada Reader,' a compendium of texts, documents and positions that elucidated a practice and ethos of "Black Dada." Resembling a school course reader, the book was a spiral-bound series of photocopies and collages, originally intended only for personal reference, and eventually distributed informally to friends and colleagues. The contents—an unlikely mix of Hugo Ball, W.E.B. Du Bois, Adrian Piper, Gertrude Stein, Sun Ra, Stokely Carmichael, Gilles Deleuze—formed a kind of experimental canon, realized through what Pendleton calls "radical juxtaposition." In 2017, Koenig Books published the 'Reader' in a hardcover edition, with newly commissioned essays and additional writings by the artist. A decade later, Pendleton has composed another reader, building upon the constellation of writers, artists, filmmakers, philosophers and critics that emerged in the first volume.⁠ ⁠ Source texts by Sara Ahmed, Mikhail Bakhtin, Toni Cade Bambara, Amiri Baraka, Augusto de Campos, Hardoldo de Campos, and Décio Pignatari, Angela Davis, Gilles Deleuze, Julius Eastman, Adrienne Edwards, Clarice Lispector, Achille Mbembe, Philippe-Alain Michaud, Charles Mingus, Piet Mondrian, Leslie Scalapino, Leonard Schwartz and Michael Hardt, Juliana Spahr, Cecil Taylor and Malcolm X.⁠ ⁠ We recommend this as supplementary reading for 'Adam Pendleton: Who Is Queen,' currently on view @themuseumofmodernart — whose official MoMA Reader releases October 12.⁠ ⁠ Read more via linkinbio.⁠ ⁠ #adampendleton @pendleton.adam #pastsfuturesandaftermaths #blackdada #blackdadareader https://www.instagram.com/p/CULeUDyJB_S/?utm_medium=tumblr

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gaming-writer-gal · 2 years

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~~House of Ashes~~

Characters

Jason Kolchek

Eric King

Salim Othman

Rachel King

Clarice Stokes

Joey Gomez

Ships

Rachel x Eric

Clarice x Jason

X Reader

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Hey I was wondering whenever you have time you could do a clarice x male reader where the reader is the youngest Sargent and when he first meets clarice he has a crush on her but he doesn't have the courage to ask her so nick tells him to and when they get in the cave the reader sees clarice getting attacked by the creature and he kills it and saves her and he tells her how he feels and she feels the same and they kiss and cuddle and more adorable stuff could you do that whenever you have time

I am so sorry about the wait but here are the headcanons for your request, I hope you like them 👉👈🥺

● When you first met Clarice you felt like you just met an angel.

● You instantly fell for her.

● But you were too nervous to tell her how you felt.

● Nick noticed straight away about your crush.

● Being the best friend and wingman he is, he told you to tell Clarice how you felt when you had time.

● You were hoping to tell her after you both got back from the raid, until you all fell into the underground temple.

● You managed to find Clarice, who was trying to help Merwin, who was tangled in barbed wire and was bleeding out a lot.

● You tried to help as well, but it was no use since neither of you had a knife to cut the wires.

● Then Nick and Jason found you all, and helped get Merwin down.

● As Jason and Nick tended to Merwin, you turned to Clarice and was about to ask if she was okay until you saw large claws slowly reaching towards her.

● Reaching for your gun, you shot at whatever was in the darkness before it could grab Clarice, causing it to screech out and flee.

● Clarice was shaking, shocked and scared about what would have probably killed her.

● She was thankful that you were there to save her.

● Then more screeching echoed nearby, causing the group to run and get separated.

● You and Clarice ended up in some sort of chamber that seemed to be a safe place to rest for a while.

● During that time, you thought about telling her how you felt.

● You were worried if you didn't do it now, you would never be able to do it at all.

● When you told her, you were so happy when she admitted that she liked you as well.

● You two shared a sweet kiss before going to find the others.

● You were determined to get out of there alive and officially have a relationship with Clarice.

#house of ashes #house of ashes headcanons #clarice stokes #clarice stokes x reader #clarice stokes headcanons #house of ashes clarice #house of ashes clarice stokes

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spiritedgoat · 2 years

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The Ashes in us

(Part 1)

Part2: https://spiritedgoat.tumblr.com/post/692747625824468992/the-ashes-in-us-part-2-part

Reader/Jason Kolchek

M/F

But there is descriptions of some things (ex. Tattoo,ect)

Warnings

Will get mature so be warned lol

graphic depictions of violence and swearing

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Never have you felt heat like this before even growing up in South Carolina for most of your life. The sun's rays hitting every inch of your exposed skin. Your army green shirt tucked into your fatigues, sweaty and uncomfortable. ''The Iraqi sun really shows no mercy'' you sighed to yourself picking up the canteen from your pack. Physical exercise really was hell in the middle of the day especially since summer was in full swing, yet you still considered it to be better than stuck inside behind a desk.

"Fuck, they're really seeing if they can kill us before the Iraqis do, huh" one of the men panted, standing a few feet away desperately trying to cool himself off. You smiled softly ,shaking your head. Yeah it fucking sucked and it felt like your were playing pushups on Satan's grill but overall it did help with the acclamation process ,helping plenty on the missions in the middle of absolute nowhere ,looking for weapons of mass destruction (WMD). Even though most of those missions ended in coming back empty handed.

"You done, Jack?" Nick asked leaning against the structure looking down at you in your crouched position. The voice grabbed you back from your thoughts at the sound of your nickname. You looked up at the man squinting at the sharp sunlight. "LT is looking for you, thought I'd come get ya since I'm on my way to Rachel"

You sighed, grabbing your things to follow the man into the building. Nick and Jason were probably some of the closest friends you've made including Joey, they truly became like family to you even if you might or might not have eyes for the lieutenant though you'd never act on it.

"How gentlemanly of you" you joked swinging the backpack over your shoulder. "Have you ever known me to be anything else?" Nick followed the act even fake bowing, laughing at your sarcasm. It was definitely a second language you were very much fluent in. "What's it about anyway?" you asked , casually watching Nick as you walked together through the corridor.

"I think it might be regarding the new C.O landing today" Nick shrugged. "Ah fuck" you sighed

"Judging by the reaction, guessing you forgot? The Iraq sun already fry your brain? " Nick teased, You shot him a glare, playfully slapping his shoulder with the back of your hand. "I didn't forget....okay maybe I did, shut up"

"Thank you Nicky! for saving my ass from Jason giving me an earful" he dramatically proclaimed, laughing at the scowl on your face. "Say hi to your boyfriend for me" Nick teased with a wink, knowing exactly what he was doing. He was probably one of the only ones who knew your dirty little secret. Though you'd never admit it to him, you couldn't lie either when he started connecting the dots that you liked Jason.

"Yeah yeah, whatever" You laughed shooing Nick away at the door where you part ways .You watched a moment longer as Nick continued up the hall towards the Quee...I mean Rachel's office. You had your suspicions about whatever the hell was going on there. If Nick was really fooling around with the Queen Bitch ,as she was fondly know as, was way past you. You didn't really care too much but you'd lie if you said it didn't prick your curiosity a little.

Upon entering the room you were met by a pair of eyes sitting behind a desk, "Ah Joey, they got you doing paperwork now?" you laughed walking closer to inspect the documents he was working on.

"Just say if I need to make a few calls there, buddy" a familiar voice sounded, entering the room. The man in question walked over to you, a smirk hanging on his lips.

"Nah, as far as I know, you catch less bullets from behind a desk" Joey said looking up smiling at his lieutenant. You just shook your head and smiled turning to Jason.

"Miss Jackowski, I want you to finish your reports and meet me outside at the east hall in two hours." Jason spoke, his southern accent thick. Something that made you a little tingly inside. "Yes sir" You answered, gathering the needed paperwork. "When is the new C.O coming in?" you asked turning to look at Jason who was leaned against a desk. "He's supposed to be in, in 3hours but said he might be running a bit early" Jason answered glancing at you.

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Finishing the last report you packed everything up, slipping out of the room with 15 minutes to spare before having to meet up with Jason. You stepped outside dodging marines entering the tight halls and leaned yourself against the outer wall to the side of the building, a little place you frequented on your breaks. It was a welcome bit of fresh air. Pulling out your pack of cigarettes you stuck one in your mouth. Lighting the end you pulled in a slow breath.

"You know that will kill you" a voice said to the side of you making you jump from your spot.

"Fucking hell" you mumbled under your breath ,looking up at Jason who was watching you with a cocked brown brow, a small smile on his face.

You only smoked on occasion, especially if stress was high. A not necessarily good habit you picked up even before your deployment days. It helped you wind down sometimes, to just take a break.

"Now I won't lie but I think there's worse things that'll kill me out here, sir" you smiled looking at Jason's amused face. He just nodded, dimples just creeping into sight before slumping against the wall next to you.

You looked over to your side exhaling the smoke away from him.

He held out his hand to you expectantly, you raised an eyebrow and slowly pulled the cigarette from your lips, handing it to him.

He took the cigarette and put it to his own lips taking a deep puff before slowly exhaling. You just watched him quietly in the comfortable silence.

It was weird, the first time you've seen Jason smoke but it clearly wasn't his first by the looks of it. You turned back, quietly staring into the distance. You know there must be a lot on his mind, especially after the checkpoint incident that happened. You knew Jason took it a lot harder than he'd ever admit maybe even harder than Nick since it was on his call. He was a hard and intolerant man but you knew he had a soft and caring heart under the whole 'macho' confident front he always tried to put up.

You knew that feeling well since you'd be a hypocrite if you said you didn't. The feeling of...not feeling to protect yourself from being hurt. You yourself were good at putting up that ruse using humor or sarcasm but inside you always had your walls up, guarded and secured since your childhood.

You were practically bred into the military. Your father, a good colonel to his men but a damn bad father. Especially after your mother passed away, the bottle took a tight grip on him and made him mean...

"We should go in five" Jason finally spoke breaking the silence that befell you, looking over to you taking a last drag of the cigarette.

He longingly glanced at you, the calm but unreadable expression on your face as you stared ahead, he could see the cogs turning in your head only wondering what was going through your mind.

For some reason he was always drawn to you like a cowboy to a horse. Maybe it was that he found some misplaced sense of comfort and peace from you or the way you always seemed to make him smile, those stupid jokes you tell or the way your body's curves complimented each other, the way he didn't have to act around you. But one thing he knew for sure was that you were a damn good marine, best of the best if he had to say it. He wouldn't have anyone else to guard his back.

At first he underestimated you since you weren't too mouthy about your skills and kept to yourself, till he saw you in combat, saving his ass from an IED. Since then his respect for you only grew more and maybe his feelings for you too.

A piece of your tattoo peeking out from your shirt at the base of your neck caught his eye. He always wondered what the tattoo was, never getting to see the full piece since it was hidden away on your back.

You met his eyes briefly and nodded your head in understanding at his words, relaxing back against the wall enjoying the soft breeze against your skin.

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