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Red, White, and Rooster

Series Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption. Frenemies to lovers, relationship of convenience. Political situations. Allegations of affairs, military and political inaccuracies. Smut. 18+ Minors DNI. Banner Credit: @thedroneranger

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Chapter 16: Executive Orders

After Bradley threatened to steal an Air Force One plane, it was like a fire was lit under Dante and the rest of the security team. Units were immediately moved. Boots would be on the ground in twelve hours, and forces would move in in less than twenty-four.

Bradley, Maverick, Penny, Jake, and Jaycee were on a plane to North Carolina. Bradley was on the phone with Nat and the rest of the Dagger Squad the entire time. He briefed them on how important this mission was and how they were there for air support and surveillance.

They all assured Bradley that they would do whatever it took to get you back.

After coordinating with local law enforcement, a command center was set up just outside the property line of the farm Preston has brought.

At 0700 hours, the Dagger Squad led by Captain Trace departed from the U.S.S. Bush in Virginia.

At 0900 hours, Phoenix made contact with Maverick, who, even though he wasn't flying, still wanted to be a part of the mission. He was corridinating from the ground along with Bradley.

"Mav, everything seems to be clear. There are no signs of movement around the perimeter. Daggers Two and Three, do you confirm?" Phoenix says.

"Confirm Dagger One. No signs of moment to the north." Coyote says. "South is clear too, Cap." Payback." Echos. "Copy that, Daggers. SEAL team Alpha, you are clear to move in from the north. Bravo team move in from the south. Air coverage will let you know if anything changes." Maverick radios.

Bradley grips the arms of the chair he is sitting in. "Mav—" He breaths out. "What if we're too late?"

"Bradley, stop. You can't think like that. She's going to be okay." Mav tries to comfort him.

"Sir. Some of us are going in behind the SEAL teams to provide support. We'll let you know as soon as the First Lady is secure." Dante tells Bradley.

"I want to go with you, Dante. I need to be there." Bradley urges. "Mr. President. With all due respect, we don't know what is waiting for us in that house. We don't know if the Baxter brothers are armed. I can not allow you to go. You need to stay here. It's safer." Dante says.

"Dante, do you enjoy being the head of the secret service?" Bradley asks him.

"Yes, sir." Dante responds.

"Would you like to continue to be the head of the secret service?" Bradley asks him. Dante nods.

"Do you think you can continue to be the head of the secret service if you tell me no, Dante?" Bradley states. Dante doesn't respond.

"I'm going with you. I'm the president, and I'm not asking you for permission, I'm telling you what I'm going to do." Bradley tells him.

Dante looks past him to Maverick, who just shakes his head. "Fine. But you need to stay in the SUV, sir." Dante sighs before the two of them exit.

Maverick continues to listen in to the Daggers flying above. "Maverick, there is movement in the northwest sector. Make sure the Alpha team is advised." Bob radios in. "Copy Bob. Alpha team, be advised there is movement on your left flank." Maverick relays the information.

"Copy that Admiral." The leader of the team replies.

"Alpha team, you are still clear for breech, but stay vigilant." Maverick warns them.

"No signs of moment near Bravo team, Mav." Fanboy states.

"Copy that Dagger Three. Bravo team be ready in case they try to escape in your direction." Maverick commands.

"Copy that, sir. Bravo team is ready."

"Sir, we have eyes on the building. The surrounding area is clear. Are we a go for extraction?" The captain of the Alpha team asks. Maverick sends up a silent prayer and plea to Goose and Carole before speaking. "You are a go for extraction."

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The sound of a door bursting and shouting jolts you awake. Voices fill the house, and you aren't sure what's going on. You're disoriented from the mental and physical torture Preston has been putting you through. You barely register him, uncuffing you and dragging you towards the door of the room. Once your mind catches up to the fact that your body is free, you attempt to fight him off. You claw and slap and punch at him, ignoring the pain in your limbs. But you're weak, and your effort seems useless.

A bright flash and a loud bang stun you. Your ears are ringing as white spots cloud your vision. You don't register the sea of uniformed men and women who fill the small room.

You're vaguely aware that they are yelling. Soon, a strong pair of arms wraps around you, and the adrenaline kicks in. You're determined to break free. You struggle like a crazied animal until they grab your shoulders and force you to look at them.

"Ma'am, my name is Lieutenant Xander Finley with the U.S. Navy SEALs. We are here to take you home." The young officer tells you. "H—home?" You stutter out, afraid this is some sick delusion your mind has concocted.

"Yes, Ma'am. You're safe now." He assures you. You collapse against his chest and cry as he and others escort you out. "Admiral Mitchell. We have her, sir. We've got the First Lady." Lieutenant Finley calls into his radio.

Maverick lets out the breath he has been holding and cheers. "Daggers, we have her." He tells the pilots who cheer.

He grabs the other radio and calls into. "Rooster, Mr. President, this is Maverick. Do you copy?" He asks.

"I copy Mav." Bradley says into the radio he has been holding onto for the past half hour as he waits for news. "They have her, Bradley. They've got your girl." Maverick smiles as he realys the news to Bradley.

"Thank you." Is all Bradley can manage to say as tears fill his eyes.

Dante and the rest of the secret service team are waiting with guns drawn. An ambulance is parked close by with a medical team in standby. No one knows what shape you're in.

Bradley exits the vehicle as the first SEALs start to make their way down the dirt road. He stands beside Dante, waiting to catch a glimpse of you.

He holds his breath as more uniforms emerge. They all seem in good spirits.

Then, it happens. He sees you. Two SEALs are helping you walk. Bradley breaks out into a sprint towards you, ignoring the yells of the people around him. He doesn't care. It's been eighteen days, twelve hours, and thirty-six minutes since he's held you in his arms. He doesn't want to was another second.

"Sweetheart." He gasps as he wraps his arms around you, holding you close to him. He let's go of the sob he was holding in as he feverishly kissed your hair. His large arms hold you snug to him, as his scent and fills your nostrils, enveloping you in a sense of safety and comfort.

"Bradley, Dearest." You mumble against his chest as you bury your face into him and cry.

Bradley held you close to his chest as you sobbed. He kissed the top of your head and stroked your hair as his arms tightened around you.

You pulled back to look at him. He cupped your face in his hands. You didn't miss the tick in his jaw as he took stock of you.

You were bloody and bruised and broken. His heart ached for you, knowing that you must be in so much pain right now. But through it all, you smiled at him. He smiled back at you, but it quickly faded as he caught sight of two members of the SEAL team escorting Preston towards your location.

"You piece of shit!" Bradley screamed as he released you and ran towards Preston. The men holding onto him didn't know what to do as Bradley charged at them. The jump from his side just as Bradley's fist made contact with the other man's face and knocked him to the ground.

"You fucking bastard!" Bradley raged as jumped on top of Preston and delivered blow after blow to his face. Everyone stood there frozen as they watched the scene unfold. No one was sure what to do, and no one moved to stop him.

"You son of a bitch! You tried to take her from me! You tried to take my everything from me!" Bradley screamed.

Bradley continued to hit Preston over and over again. He didn't stop when he heard the crunch of his nose breaking. He didn't stop when his knuckles were bruised and bloody. He didn't stop when Preston was no longer struggling to fight him off. He didn't stop when Maverick and Jake tried to pull him off because they were afraid Bradley would kill him.

He only stopped when you called out his name and grabbed his arm. You looked at him with tearful eyes. "Bradley—he's not worth it." You whispered.

Bradley sighed and shook his head. He knew you were right. He looked at the people who were around him before locking eyes with the captain of the SEAL teams. "Mr. President, sir, as far as I'm concerned, we didn't see anything. Mr. Baxter sustained these injuries as a result of resisting arrest and attempting to flee the scene. Everyone here agrees." The man speaks while others nodded their heads. "I wanted to let you know that Alexander Baxter surrendered peacefully and is willing to cooperate with us." He finished. Bradley nodded and thanked him for his efforts.

He quickly helped you over to the EMTs who were waiting for you. Bradley held your hand as they assessed and treated you. Maverick came over to comfort both of you. He offered you the radio that was connected to the Dagger Squad. Each of them cheered when they heard your voice, and you told them they were clear to head home. Bradley phoned Jake and Jaycee, who were waiting back at the makeshift headquarters and let them know you were alive and being transported to the nearest hospital.

He held your hand and whispered how brave and smart and strong you were the whole time. He looped his fingers with yours, and you placed both of them on your stomach. You shared a silent understanding and worry. Neither of you said anything, but you both knew what news could be waiting for you once you arrived at the hospital.

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You felt like you had been waiting for hours once you were admitted to the hospital. They quickly set your broken fingers and broke arm that you had acquired. They treated the wounds on your face and iced it to help with the swelling. They also had to stich a laceration near your hairline. You would be able to hide it with your hair, but you joked with Bradley that the two of you would have matching face scars.

You were given more fluids because of dehydration and a liquid nutrition cocktail. Several vials of blood were drawn from you. Everything came back normal for you and your baby, but an obstetrician was needed to confirm

Soon, Dr. Fraser came in to perform an ultrasound and an exam. You and Bradley held your breath as you were waiting for something, anything to appear on that screen.

"Ah, right there. Do you see? There's Baby Bradshaw." Dr. Fraser smiled before clicking a few things and turning a dial. Soon, the whooshing sound of a heartbeat filled the room.

"Heartbeat is nice and strong. Baby seems to be in good shape, all things considered. You're measuring about twelve weeks and a few days, which puts you due around late January or early February. We'll know know for sure in a few more weeks." The doctor tells you.

You and Bradley breathe a sigh of relief as the doctor exits and gives the two of you some privacy.

"I'm so glad we—I got you back. Both of you. You're my everything, Sweetheart. I don't know what I would have done if I had lost you." He says as he rests his hand on your belly. You grab his hand and bring his bruised knuckles to your lips and kiss them.

"You need to have someone look at these." You tell him. He rolls his eyes and tells you'll that he'll be fine.

You let out a yawn, and the overwhelming feeling of exhaustion fills your body. You're tired and weak, but you're terrified to close your eyes. Afraid that this is a dream and that if you fall asleep, Bradley will be gone when you wake up.

As if he can hear your thoughts, Bradley says. "Sleep, my love. I'll be right here when you wake up." He assures you. Another yawn escapes you as your eyelids become heavy. Bradley strokes your forehead as sleepover takes you.

He sits in the hospital room and watches the rise and fall of your chest as you breathe. He sends up a silent thank you to whatever higher power it was that brought you and his child back to him. He also thanks his mom and dad because he knows that Goose and Carole were definitely watching over you.

He lets out the breath he has been holding as he squeezes your hand. He takes your rings out of his pocket. He'd put them in there when you'd gotten to the hospital. He slipped them back on your fingers. His thumb traces over the bands as he thinks to himself that the two of you really are better together.

The long awaited rescue is here! Hope you guys enjoy it!

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desert-fern · 10 months

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A Gun Amongst Daggers - Jake “Hangman” Seresin X Fem!Navy Seal Reader

Part 13: I’m Not Gonna Lose You Now

Summary: When Jake meets a woman at the Hard Deck, the last thing he expects is for her to be a Navy Seal. And not just any Seal, the Commander of Seal Team 3. She’s beautiful, smart, dangerous, and everything about her just makes him want to get close. Her name? Bear. When the Seals need backup, Cyclone puts the Daggers on their radar and now, Jake has to work with Bear and her team, all the while trying to stay professional. Can he do it? Or will he end up falling for the Navy sniper and mission Commander?

*Image is not mine, found on Pinterest*

Chapter title from Lindsay Sterling and Mako’s song Lose You Now

MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE! 18+ ONLY. MINORS & BLOGS WITH NO AGE/EMPTY BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.

Warnings: blood, death, kidnapping, murder, guns, knives, fighting, straight angst people

Word Count: 2.3k

Masterlist >> Part 12 >> Part 14

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Numbness was a funny feeling. Bear could feel the sand under her palms, the tears running down her face, but not the stillness that had worked its way into her body, sitting on her chest and making it hard to breathe. Yet somehow, through the gaping hole that seemed to have opened in her chest, she still found enough strength to stand. “…ar? Bear? Can you hear me?” FAK was crouched in front of her, their hand waving in front of her unfocused eyes. “Bear?”

“Yes,” she rasped out. Clearing her throat, she tried again. “Yes, I can hear you.”

FAK nodded, hand rifling to find the penlight they kept in their bag. “Just a bit of a bright light here,” they began, going to shine it in her eyes.

Bear batted the medic’s hand away. “I’m-I’m fine. Just…just stop.” But her tone was hollow and empty, much like how her heart felt at this particular moment.

Her comms were a mess of screaming pilots all demanding orders for something, anything they could do. “Daggers. Return to base. Now,” Bear managed to say weakly.

“Bear, he could be hurt!” Halo argued. She and the others had done their last drop and were now trying to frantically locate their wingman in the darkness.

“No. This is a direct order.” Her heart broke even more at these words. His team wanted to find him, they were demanding that they help her. But she wouldn’t risk it. She couldn’t risk it. She had already lost one of her men, and now Jake. No one else was dying tonight. Not if she had any say in it.

“Bear…please,” Coyote tried, his own voice thick with emotion. “You have to let us help find him.”

“I said no, Coyote,” Bear replied in a voice barely above a whisper. “I’m not losing anyone else.”

The comms fell silent. No one wanted to leave Jake behind. Hangman was gone and the world seemed darker for it. He might have been a cocky shit, but he was their friend, their teammate, and someone they had all trusted with their lives. And now, in the blink of an eye, he was gone.

“Maverick. Alpha team 1, 2, and 4 returning home,” Bear spoke tearfully to the older pilot, who sat in stunned silence, staring at the table in front of him. “Alpha 3 shot down by enemy ground forces. Presumed KIA.” Her voice shook, emotion making it hard to speak those last two words. The confirmation of what had just taken place was too much to say aloud, and Bear let out a muffled sob, trying her best to stay professional.

Overhead three planes flew by, each carrying pilots quietly mourning a man whom they all admired in secret, but had never told that to his face. The same could be said for those left on base. Rooster sat in stunned silence in the cockpit of his jet, mind blank. Everything he had said to Jake before, if only he could take part of it back. If he could just tell him that he admired him, or that Jake was-. The ‘was’ threw him. One minute he was there, grinning and teasing, the next, he was gone. He was reduced to past tense in a matter of seconds.

Bear, like Rooster and Maverick, stood in silence. Each one mourning the man they knew. Maverick mourned a young pilot, mourned for him like he had mourned for his own RIO 40 years ago and still did today. Rooster and the Daggers mourned a friend, a teammate, and a damn good pilot, leaving Bear to grieve in silence for the man she had slowly and suddenly fallen in love with.

The world was quiet. Everyone around Bear was eyeing one another, unsure on how to proceed. They had never seen her like this before, quiet and still. That wasn’t their Commander. But Bug quickly took charge, directing everyone to pack up the evidence found and place the remaining bodies in their bags, being careful to do so out of Bear’s line of sight.

The woman in question stepped away from the crowd of people, trying to give herself room to process. Nothing could have prepared her for this moment. Laughing darkly, Bear brushed her tears away. “Someone is having a fucking field day now, huh. Guess this is karma for being too scared to make a move,” she spat, her pain turning to anger. And she was furious. They took him from her. They didn’t give her a chance to say goodbye. And now Bear was left standing alone on the sand, struggling to comprehend everything.

But what she didn’t know was that way back by the compound stood a group of men, watching her with poorly concealed humor in their eyes. “The mighty Bear brought to her knees because a man died,” one of them chuckled. “Guess Miller was right. Saif’s intel was good.”

“Watch it,” hissed another. “Bug is getting close. I am not going to prison because one of you couldn’t keep your mouths shut.”

“Shut the fuck up, you dick. This was your idea. If anyone is going down, it’s you.”

A few more hushed words were exchanged before they dispersed to “help” with the clean up. In reality, photos were being secretly taken and would be sent to al-Hameed’s spy network, who would take this information to the IJU and use it to plan attacks in the name of their fallen leader.

All was going according to plan.

Except for Flare racing over to Bear, her eyes wide. “Echo 5 saw a chute, he must have ejected!” the woman cried out.

Bear froze. Just like that, a burst of heat flared open in her heart, filling the once gaping void with hope. “FAK, get your gear. You, me, Chip, Daisy, and the Tweedles are going after him. Bug, you are in charge until I get back. If anyone has a problem with that, then too bad. Am I clear?” Bear ordered.

“Yes ma’am. Bring him home.” Bug nodded, whistling for the others to continue what they were doing as Bear and the other piled into a helicopter, following the directions of Echo 5 who had eyes on Jake.

Bear’s hand was shaking the entire time they were airborne. She and the others scanned the desert for any sign of the truck that had shot Jake down, but to no avail. Nothing moved in the desert below them, and once again, the not knowing made everything ten times worse. The pilot flew them out past the watch of the two other Echo teams, Bear having to turn at the sight of the debris casting blacker shadows on the ground in spite of the just barely rising sun. She swallowed back the bile rising in her throat, everything felt off. She was shaken and in no condition to lead her team, but she had to try. Jake needed her, would need her if he was indeed alive, and she had to stay strong for him.

She sat stock still, the terrain below blurring together until Chip shook her gently. “We’re here ma’am,” he told her quietly, breaking through her thoughts.

Bear nodded. “Toss the ropes down. Maxwell, you can land a little ways off. We will need you for the ride home,” she informed the man in the cockpit, who gave her a thumbs up.

The ropes went down and down slid the rescue team, Bear bringing up the rear, weapon raised and ready should it be needed. She kept her head up, not being able to handle accidentally catching sight of Jake’s body, should he not have made it, but a shout from FAK had her hurrying through the sand.

Laying half-tucked in the shell of his aircraft, was Jake. He lay hidden in the shadows, curled around himself with one hand out-stretched like he had been reaching for something. The sight of his pale face was enough to still her every thought.

Bear let out a strangled gasp, hand coming to cover her mouth in shock and horror at the sight of the shrapnel caught in his leg and the cuts across his arms where blood had turned his khaki flight suit a copper brown.

FAK sprang into action, immediately sinking to their knees and checking for a pulse. The group was silent, waiting with baited breath for the proclamation of his life of death and it was a heartbreaking silence. Finally, after a minute or two, FAK turned to Bear, eyes shining with tears. “He’s alive, Ma’am,” the medic said, their voice shaking just a little as they watched Bear crumple to her knees, overwhelmed with emotion at the news. “We need to get him out of here. He will bleed out if we don’t get him airborne and back to base immediately.”

Daisy and Chip nodded, each moving to support FAK but quickly stopped when the unconscious man’s hand twitched. “Bear,” Daisy said. “Come here.”

And she did. Crouching next to Jake, Bear picked up his hand, holding it in hers as FAK and Chip made to stabilize the piece of metal in his leg. She stared down at his face, taking in the smoothness of his features. Even on the brink of death, he was beautiful. “We’re ready to move him,” FAK said softly, placing their hand on Bear’s. “I need you to let go.”

Bear nodded, but she hesitated, glancing down one final time to see those green eyes she loved so much staring up at her. “Teddy…” he slurred, making to reach for her face before his hand slumped back to the ground and his eyes slid shut once again.

“We have to go. Now,” one of the Tweedles spoke as he ran over to where the others were huddled. “Three trucks approaching quickly.”

“What?” Bear stood, hurrying over to look for herself, and sure enough, there were three trucks barely a minute away and gaining on them. “What the fuck? What happened to the comms?”

“I don’t know, they aren’t working. We can’t get through,” he told her, eyes fixed on the vehicles.

Bear whirled around, the anger she had doused rearing back once more. Jake was alive. For now. And she would do everything she could to keep him that way. “FAK and Tweedles, get him to Max. Daisy, Chip on me, we buy them time. Move!” Bear ordered, picking up her rifle from where it hung over her shoulder and opened fire.

Bullets ricocheted off the paneling of the approaching trucks, a few finding their marks in the men on board. Their yells only increased her fury. The mask of impenetrable calm descended and she felt it settle as she ducked behind a large piece of a wing. They wouldn’t be taking him from her again. Not if she had anything to say about it. Nearby, Daisy and Chip had drawn fire from the other two vehicles, picking off their occupants one at a time until they heard FAK scream at them to move.

Bear turned just briefly, reeling back as a bullet flew past her face. “Go!” She yelled at Daisy. “Get back!” Daisy did just that, she dropped her weapon and took off across the sand towards the ready helicopter only a little ways back.

Working together, Chip and Bear had created enough space for one of them to make a break for it. “Chip! Go!”

“Not without you!” He yelled back.

Bear growled. “Go! You have a kid waiting for you to come home. Move your ass!” The look in her eyes must have contained hellfire itself because all it took was one glance at her face and Chip was racing across the sand.

She was now holding all of the enemy’s fire at her position, gritting her teeth as she loaded her last clip into her weapon. Bear vaguely heard Daisy and Chip open fire from the helicopter that had begun to take off, a rope ladder dangling from the side. “Bear!” Without a thought, Bear sprinted from her hiding spot, her weapon slapping into her thigh as she ran as hard as she could across the sand.

Not even ten steps from the ladder, a hand wrapped around her arm and yanked her back. Bear swore, whirling with her knife in hand, stabbing and slashing at anything that moved. But it was futile. She could see it on FAK’s face as they swore and began CPR. Bear had to make a choice. Save her team and doom herself or save herself and lose Jake.

It was an easy choice.

“Go!” Bear screamed at the helicopter. “Go! Leave me here!”

Daisy shook her head, eyes wide. “We don’t leave Seals behind!”

A blade slashed Bear’s arm, spurring her on to redouble her fight against her attackers. “Save him!”

Her team screamed at her, their begging and pleading falling on deaf ears as Bear slashed and stabbed. But each attacker that fell dead, another seemed to appear. It finally took one of the men opening fire at the helicopter for the message to sink in. The helicopter had to leave now, else its occupants would be killed.

It was only when her team was far enough away that they couldn’t be harmed, did Bear stop fighting. One final man fell dead at her feet but the remaining seven stared at her with contempt, and all it took was a kick to her stomach to make her double over.

The man spat something at her in a language she couldn’t understand over the pounding of her heart in her ears, and it was at this moment that it sunk in. Jake was safe. She saved him. Whatever happened now, he was safe. That was all that mattered in the end.

So Bear lifted her knife once more and plunged it into the chest of the man that had kicked her, driving it in deep. “Hope I don’t fucking see you in Hell,” she hissed. “You’d be the only man in history to die twice.”

Then a blinding pain erupted from the back of her head, and it all went black.

All she remembered was being dragged through the sand when she awoke in a cell little bigger than a closet in a building she didn’t recognize.

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A/N: Again, I'm sorry. Thank you to @startrekfangirl2233 @sarahsmi13s and @dakotakazansky for yelling at me and helping me out with words.

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jaymadii · 2 years

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CHANGE OF HEART [O!Bakugo Katsuki x A!Male Reader]

You and Bakugo had a complicated history to say the least; in the romantic sense. Back in your UA days you had attempted to court him. You two had been doing this sort of dance around each other for a while; he’d ask to to scent things for him like blankets and pillows for his nest — something about having a familiar alpha’s aroma helped a mateless omega’s heats be more bearable. In return, you occasionally asked Bakugo to scent a hoodie or one of your shirts for you to defer away unwanted attention from some of the more pushy omegas (mostly Hatsume).

You had gotten your wires mixed and mistaken Bakugous comfortability with you as attraction. You had spend hours picking out the perfect courting gift for Bakugou, even going as far to ask Izuku’s opinion on the matter. You had settled on a expensive cashmere blanket — sunset orange. It was the kind of blanket that was advertised as peak nesting material. You scented the blanket and sealed it up in a plain box with a ribbon wrapped around it. Simple, like Bakugou would like it.

The humiliation lives with you to this day when you remember Katsuki’s horrified expression when you presented him with the gift, yelling at you and slamming the door in your face, but not before dropping the gift at your feet.

Your relationship was never quite the same after that. You trashed the blanket in the closest bin from his dorm to yours, washed all the clothes that still lingered of Bakugou’s scent, and avoided him for weeks on end. Izuku was kind enough to scent some of your shirts to ward off other omegas, and to let you lay your head in his lap while stroke your hair for a little after you explained why you couldn’t just have Bakugou do it. He would make a good mate for someone one day.

Time heals all wounds though, because as you grew up, and focused more on your hero work, yours and Bakugou’s relationship repaired on at least a professional level. You were one of the few alpha pro-hero’s that didn’t care if they were teamed up with a omega in the battlefield, which ended up with you and Bakugou being partners more often than not. The last alpha they tried to make Bakugo team up with made a snide comment about what was the superior secondary gender, then ended up in the hospital with a broken arm and pretty nasty gash on his head.

That leads you to where you are now: sitting in a bar with all your co-workers/high school friends for a after patrol drink. You were exhausted to say the least, after a day of crime fighting and a not so well night of sleep, you didn’t really feel in a partying mood. But it was rare for all of your schedules to line up for a get together like you used to have, so you put a smile on your face and order two fingers of whiskey. The group had already been here a hour and a half, you had just payed all the tabs and were getting ready to leave. You leaned your head against the back of the booth and closed your eyes— just for a minute to rest them, blissfully unaware of the way Bakugou was side glancing you. Kaminari was going on about a bank robbery he busted a couple of days ago and did you think he was embellishing some of these details? Yes. But it kept the rest of the group in a trance so you were gonna keep your mouth shut about it. Everyone had been drinking pretty heavily, everyone but you.

You open your eyes back up. The bar was loud and smelt like a locker room of different scents. You were tired and grouchy and miserable today. It was times like these to you think about how nice it would be to have some…ahem…stress relief. Your eyes scan the bar area for a minute, zeroing in on the waitress you had earlier. She was a petite brunette with blue eyes and a short skirt. She smelt like a beta, but you could see scent patches on her neck— definitely a omega; a alpha would wear a stronger brand. She must have felt your gaze because the next thing your know she’s looking over her shoulder and batting her eyes at you in a almost seductive way.

You suddenly feel a petite hand on your face following a big shove, “Hey!” You protested, ushering Uraraka’s limbs away from you as she giggled, definitely a little drunk. All eyes on the table turned to the two of you as you struggled to get the wiggle worm to calm down.

“Someone’s making sex eyes at you” she teased in a sing song voice, definitely too loud for any sort of subtlety. The whole group irrupted into “Ohhh” and “Ahhh” and you suddenly wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole. Everyone started their teasing, everyone but Katsuki who was being uncharacteristically quite. You groaned and buried your head in arms, a blush covered your face that was so pink it looked like you were sunburned. Everyone at the table quite down almost instantly, and you allow your eyes to peak just above your arms to access the situation.

“Ahem,” you looked over to your right. The pretty waitress was staring back at you. She had her check book clutched to her chest in a nervous manner and her eyes seemed to look anywhere but at yours. Thanks for being so loud, Uraraka. “Your receipt.” She said, placing the paper on the table and sliding it to you. You nodded, a small smile of gratitude gracing your lips before she turned around and walked away. Your friends broke out into whispers and Kaminari started annoyingly nudging you in the side as you all stood up to leave. You wave him off.

With the receipt still in your hand, you all spit off in your different directions when you exit the bar. You and Bakugou head toward the direction of your car, since you work together it’s not uncommon for you to carpool to or from work, and since you had shared plans with your friends tonight it was decided by him that you would take the both of you. You haven’t heard a peep from the blonde since he yelled at Kirishima for double dipping in the salsa earlier. He had only spoke when spoken to tonight but you brushed that off as him being as tired as you were right now.

“She gave you her number.” He said emotionless, gesturing to the receipt in your hand. You flipped the piece of paper around and well, she did. Written in pretty girlish handwriting was her name, number, and ‘call me’ on the back of the receipt. So that’s why she gave it to you. Your face flushed again at the thought of a pretty omega taking interest in you. Sure there had been omega in the past that had took a shining to you, but most of them you shrugged off in favor of focusing on work or well, when your head was too fuzzy with the thoughts of maybe being with Bakugou. You wanted to know what she smelled like, without blockers on, would your scents be compatible? Of course, it could be a one night stand sort of deal, which would mean compatibility is basically a moot point because it wouldn’t be going anywhere serious. “Are you going to call her?” Bakugo pressed, which wasn’t like him at all. The two of you didn’t talk about your romantic lives ever. It was the one unspoken rule you shared since that dumb night in the dorms.

You knitted your eyebrows together, unsure of what answer he was probably expecting. “I think I will.” You answered honestly, feeling the burning gaze Bakugou had on your hand as you stuffed the receipt into your coat pocket and took your car keys out.

“You don’t even know her.” He argued, his pace slowing as he trailed behind you. There was something in his tone that you didn’t care to decipher, because you stopped trying to understand Bakugo on a personal level years ago. “I didn’t take you for the kind of alpha that sleeps around.” That was a low blow. You turn around, a hand on the drivers side door, and look at him. His eyes were unfocused, and stance was wobbly. How much did he have to drink again?

“Let’s get you home, Bakugo. We have to work in the morning.” You’re gonna brush off his words as after affects of too much alcohol. You were suspecting this to happen, it’s why your only had a sip of your drink the whole evening. Someone needed to drive home. Bakugou’s eyes narrowed in almost a menacing way and he didn’t take anymore steps towards your car.

“No!” He shouted, and suddenly you remember just how public this parking lot is as a passerby send a look your way. “Tell me your not gonna call her! You’re not that kind of alpha!” Your silent for a second, accessing your choices. You could have a loud verbal argument with your co-worker in the middle of the street, or you could put him over your shoulder like a child and take him to the car. You quickly rush over, all but throwing the blonde in the passenger seat of your car as he fight you in a very ungraceful way. “You wouldn’t do that to me.” That made you pause, halfway into bucking Bakugo’s seatbelt you turn to look at him. He had tears in the brims of his eyes and he looked like he was about to have a breakdown. He was a very emotional drunk.

“Bakugo, calm down.” You whispered, you don’t want him to cry. You’ve never seen him cry. You reach out and gently rub his cheek with your thumb, ignoring how your heart dropped to your stomach when he leaned into your touch.

You shut the passengers door on him and got in the drivers seat, Bakugo’s was struggling against the seatbelt. Tears were free falling down his cheeks and his breathing was getting short and rapid. It broke your heart to see the omega in distress over something stupid and meaningless like a phone number. He needed to calm down. You needed to calm him down. You quickly peeled off your scent blockers on your neck, allowing a calming scent to overtake the car. Bakugou found the click release of his seatbelt and launched himself into your lap, straddling your hips, rubbing his face on the sides of your neck, leaving a trail of tears in his wake.

The car was filled with a gentle humming sound. Purring.

_____

It was a surprise you didn’t get pulled over driving home. Bakugo refused to leave your lap, he refused to get out of the car without you when you drove to his place. You climbed up the stairs of your apartment complex to at a time, Bakugo was still in your arms and you had a feeling he wouldn’t let go of you anytime soon. Thank god you only lived on the second floor. As soon as you opened your front door Bakugo lifted his head from your neck, accessing your surroundings as you walked him further inside. He had never been to your place before — your den.

“Alright,” You said as you walked him into your bedroom, you manhandled the blonde on to your bed, met with a whole new wave of purring as you did so. Bakugo looked up at you with hooded eyes, rolling his back on your comforter, coating himself in your scent from the it. You were suddenly met with the scent of a very horny omega. Great. When did he take his scent patches off without you noticing. “You sleep here, I’ll sleep out there.” You ordered, before pointing out the door and to the couch in the living area. You had to be the one to keep a cool head in this situation, no matter how much his scent is making you want to bend his knees to his shoulders and rail into him until morning. He’s probably flexible enough to do it too. You made a move to leave.

Bakugo stared at you for a minute, then his hands had iron grips on your forearm, forcing you back on top of him and caging himself under you — you were dominating him. You could see the outline of his dick in his pants, and you could smell the slick gushing out of him. He was making it very hard to be a gentleman right now.

“I haven’t smelt your scent since high school” he whispered, hands began to stroke your shoulders and neck, a gesture he was hoping would invite you in, closer to him. It was the first thing he said since you had got out of the car. It was true, during high school you wore your scent blockers religiously after Bakugo had rejected you. You had to be with such close quarters with each other that you figured you’d be doing him a favor. You wore them during work for professionalism. The only time you didn’t wear your scent blockers now were when you were at home by yourself. “I’m sorry,”He whispered again, like someone else was gonna hear him. His hand slipped up from your shoulder to your neck, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs, just like you did to him in the car. “I’m sorry I didn’t accept your gift then.”

You swallowed, you didn’t want to talk about it. You went five years without bringing it up, why was he bringing it up. “It’s okay.” You whispered back, then tried to untangle yourself from his limbs. You had to get out of here.

Bakugo didn’t let you go, as you tried to get him to release one of his hands he grabbed you with his other, and his legs around your waist, then flipped you over so you were trapped between the bed and him. He buried his head in your neck and inhaled deeply. He missed your scent, he missed you. And he didn’t want you to move on with another omega because of a mistake he made when he was seventeen. He wanted your pups, your mark, a bond. He never seen you take any interest in a omega that wasn’t him. Being here — in your apartment, surround by the scent he missed so much — was overwhelming. Had you ever brought anyone else here?

“It’s not okay.” He said, pining your hands to your side so you couldn’t lift him off of you. “I was miserable without you, you didn’t look at me for months, you asked fucking Deku to scent your shirts for you.”

“You didn’t want to be with me.”

“I’ll always want you.” Your faces were too close, you could feel his breath with every word. “I should’ve realized it then.” Bakugou kissed you, in a sweet and loving manner, it was slow and coordinated. It wasn’t aggressive and forceful like you always thought his kisses would be like. You tasted to alcohol on his tongue and suddenly remember just how much Bakugo had to drink tonight.

“You need to sleep, your gonna have a hangover in the morning.” You mumbled against his lips.

“Not if you don’t stay with me.”

“Just for tonight.”

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A/N: I’ll edit and proofread this later, I had a sudden burst of energy to write.

Edited and proofread 7/6/22

#bakugou katuski x reader #bakugo x male reader #bnha x male reader #kirishima x male reader #denki kaminari x male reader #todoroki x male reader #izuku x male reader #bakugou angst #bakugou imagine #mha x male reader #male reader #alpha x omega #alpha genetics #omegaverse #alpha beta omega

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The Kindest Team Guy (TKTG)

IT'S HERE! PART 1 TO THE KINDEST TEAM GUY, my Navy Sealrry AU! ENJOY!

-Ava

TKTG Masterlist

(image not mine, the white suit was giving me Navy dress white vibes tho)

One

Growing up, you were always around the same people, your mom had up and left shortly after you turned two, after that it was you and your dad. At the time, your father's call sign was 7 alpha 3, the demo guy, but that was when he was deployed and you were staying with Raina and her mom.

By the time you were 8, your dad was 7 Alpha 1, Master Chief Brian Fraiser. Your dad's team was your family. Heck to you they were your uncles. There was uncle Mitch-7 alpha 2 and Raina's dad. Uncle Jensen-7 alpha 3 (he was always the fun one, snuck you extra dessert), Uncle Craig-7 alpha 4 (he was gruff, but also a softie), Uncle Andy-7 alpha 5 (he was your favorite, because whenever he was there, so was Cheddar), Cheddar was uncle Andy's dog and the team K-9, Uncle Derrick-7 alpha 6, Uncle Dante-7 alpha 7, and Uncle Shane-7 alpha-8.

During a highly classified mission gone wrong shortly before your 16th birthday, your dad lost his life getting the rest of his team out safely. When the team returned to Coronado his body was in a pine wood box, a flag draped over the top. Now this easily could've been the traumatic life event that sent you spiraling into the world of drugs, alcohol, and all of that other horrible stuff, but it wasn't, at least not immediately. You graduated high school top of your class, you attended MIT and graduated with honors. And then you moved back home to Coronado, California. Uncle Mitch was now 7 Alpha 1 and you begged and pleaded with him to give you answers about what happened to your dad. You got the same hero speech from him and everyone else on Alpha team, including the new demo guy Harry who had just finished green team. Your formal request to the base and up the chain of command went absolutely nowhere. And finally after a year of begging for answers the right way, you turned to what you knew best, hacking.

You started small just to make sure your skills were still as sharp as could be. You chased down lead after lead after lead. Every single last tiny breadcrumb, until finally it clicked for you, all you'd need to really break open the system was access, and what better way to get it than by exploiting your connection to Seal Team 7 Alpha.

Harry was definitely the easiest mark, he knew of you but he didn't know you the way the rest of the team did, plus he was still a single male in his late twenties who enjoyed getting his dick wet. You took your time setting the trap, making it foolproof, all the way down to the strappy red top, denim miniskirt, white converse low tops and the perfect red lipstick. You walked into the cookout looking like straight fire and Harry ate it up, plus the other guys knew that Harry was one of the good ones and thus actually kind of encouraged the two of you, after all a six year age gap was nothing compared to Derrick and his new wife's 16 year age difference.

Harry asked you out on a date the very next day. To your surprise he set the bar quite high, after all he took you to Il Fornaio. He also didn't try to hide where you were going, he knew that wasn't the place you show up to in jeans and an old Coronado Amphibious Base t-shirt. Honestly, had you not been playing him, you could've seen yourself falling for him then and there. Harry was a gentleman at dinner and he insisted on holding your heels for you while the two of you just walked along the beach. He had gorgeous soft green eyes, currently trimmed dark brown curls, tattoos littered across his body like most other SEALs, and a smooth deep British accent that you found out came from his mother, his parents were divorced and he always enjoyed visiting his green beret father in the US, he had held dual citizenship almost his entire life. He told you how his father's line went back to the very first class of green berets and his decision to become a SEAL was hard on their relationship. His father was proud of course, him choosing to serve the US, but always made comments on how being a green beret wasn't good enough for Harry. In all truth, Harry just wanted to forge his own path. He was not his father and though he admired his service and bravery, Harry just wanted to carve his own way, leave the Styles name out of things.

Harry was also a very bright person as you found out, you knew he had to be in order to be a demolitions and explosives expert, but he wasn't just that kind of bright, Harry was quite the colorful person. He wore a black button up with lavender colored shorts, black gazelles, and had pink rimmed aviators folded on his not even half buttoned shirt, having undone another three since the two of you started your walk.

A chaste goodnight kiss outside your apartment building led to a deep, heated one and an invitation upstairs that he gladly accepted. Harry was strong enough to just toss you and your mildly curvy self around with ease, as was evidenced by how he quite literally just lifted your feet up off the elevator floor and threw you over his shoulder nonchalantly asking which way to your door. You kept your eyes on the way all the muscles in his back flexed as he walked and the firm ass hiding behind those shorts. You could honestly just tell that you were about to be ruined for other men, which sucked because you knew you wouldn't be able to see this one again. When he stopped in front of your door you gave his ass a quick smack just to confirm your suspicions.

"Heaven help me, even his ass is all muscle." You whispered to yourself, apparently not quiet enough though because a deep chuckle emerged from Harry.

"I'm a SEAL, and underwater explosives are one of my favorite things to handle, of course my ass is muscle." He continued, setting you upright so you could unlock your door.

"And not even a little bit cocky about it either." You commented back.

"You haven't seen me anywhere close to cocky yet love." He answered, pulling your back flush against his front. You moaned at the feeling of his well endowed package against the fleshy curves of your ass.

“I’m looking forward to it.” you said while opening your door.

Immediately after stepping over the threshold, harry had your door closed, locked, and your front pressed against it. He gave you a quick swat on the rear and moaned at the sight.

“Fuck,” he cursed before kissing you again. Harry’s mouth demanded access and you couldn’t stop him even if you wanted to(which you didn't).

“Har, touch me, please.” You practically begged, having had enough of your teasing banter for one night.

“So desperate you can’t even say both syllables of m'name anymore.” He taunted you before quite literally ripping your dress off your body, the black lace set you wore underneath was stunning on you but it didn’t stand a chance when set between the man and achieving complete mission success. It was like watching a singular piece of paper go through an industrial grade shredding machine, or ripping a flimsy receipt in half, there one second, completely gone the next. The sting from the snap of the thong sent tingles to all the right places. A quick glance up showed Harry still fully clothed as your fingers rushed to even the score.

“Well, go on then, get rid of it, know you wanna touch them, I saw you eyeing my ink.”

“It’s just… they’re just so… i just want to lick them all.” you stuttered at first before just letting it out. Harry’s eyes darkened even more as you shoved the shirt off his broad shoulders and pushed him onto your bed. You immediately climbed over him and lazily traced the ‘17 Black’ tat with your tongue before moving inwards to the swallows and down to the butterfly. Harry rid himself of his shorts while you took your sweet time on the butterfly loving the way his muscles tensed and relaxed as you swept your tongue over the lines of ink. You heard his breath catch as you reached the laurels and wet them before jumping straight to the tiger. You took a bold chance and scraped your teeth along the tiger as you made your return to his brief covered cock that is definitely leaking if the wet patch on said briefs is anything to go by. You take a hot second to feel him up over the cloth restraint before taking his cock out and looking up at him.

You bat your eyes innocently and descend, wrapping your lips around him. Up, down, hold. That’s the pattern you use, after a bit you take him further, brushing your nose against the littered hairs and running your tongue along his sac.

“FUCK.” you hear him curse and you smile before popping off for a breath. Harry pulls you up and smothers your lips with his, one hand wound in your hair and the other kneading your ass. With a quick smack he rolls so you’re pinned under him. “My turn for a taste.”

With that he lowers his face to your tits, licking and suckling until they both stand at attention for him. Leaving his hands to play, he continues south until he is right over your dripping cunt. Harry is not the jump right in and get it done kind of guy. Well, that's not true because he can be if he wants to be, or if his companion for the night begs him enough. But tonight is not one of those nights. He starts slow, completely avoiding the spots he knows you want him most. Instead going for your plush thigh, trailing his tongue down further still he presses quick kisses from the back of your knee all the way down to your ankle before repeating his movements going up the other leg.

By the time he reaches your mound again, you're a panting, whimpering, moaning mess and he loves it. Would bottle up those sounds and replay them over and over again when he needs to get himself off.

Harry continues to tease you, pressing the softest barely there kisses all over your soaked pussy.

"More, Harry, please, I need more, FUCK!" You cry out until at long last he sucks your clit right into his mouth, pops off after just a second and dives head first into your dripping heat.

"Oh, GOD! Harry, I'm about to come."

"Let it go y/n. I want every last drop." Harry replies, his voice sending vibrations through you, and just like that you're flying over the edge into the best, longest, most intense orgasm you've ever experienced.

Harry doesn't let up until he's sure he cleaned it all up.

"Fucking delicious." He says before kissing you again. The lingering bit is passed back and forth as you continue to twirl your tongue with Harry's. After a moment he pulls away and grabs a condom out of a side pocket in his shorts.

"Up to you love." He says, completely genuine, but also with a full smirk.

"Yes please, Petty Officer Styles." You teasingly sass back.

"And for full points?" He teases, slowly ripping the condom packet and rolling it on.

"Petty Officer Second Class Harry Styles." You reply, using his full rank.

"Good girl." He answers and slowly sinks into your cunt until he bottoms out.

"Fuck, you're so fucking deep Harry. Feels so fucking good."

"This fucking pussy was made for me, damnit, taking me so well darling, the perfect squeeze.

"Oh God, go, GO HARRY!" you command and like an obedient soldier he follows orders, pulling out halfway and thrusting back in. Further and further he pulls back until only his tip remains. Fucking you so thoroughly, you're glad you have a corner apartment and no shared walls in your bedroom. There would be no mistaking the moans of pleasure, the thorough banging of a headboard, and the slick sounds of Harry gliding in and out of you at a ruthless pace and consistency only a SEAL could.

You screw your eyes shut as he plunges impossibly deeper, so deep your sure he'll split you in half. He's relentless, not slowing down, not letting up. Harry plunges into you, again and again and again, you can feel the bubble rising ready to pop when he stills inside you, effectively removing you from the edge.

"Not…yet… want…to…see…if…i can…get…a…good…gush…from…you." He says in between deep, quick thrusts.

"Harry, I haven't squirted since college.

"Don't need you to squirt, just a good gush, I want you to drench my fucking cock. Makes me come harder, and I'm barely holding it back now you're so fucking perfect. Can you do that f'me? Be a good girl and gush all over m'cock?"

"FUCK!" You let out as his dirty words wash over you and make you want nothing more than just to please this hot as fuck man. Whatever he wants, you will give. Your vision goes fuzzy as you feel yourself tip over.

"Atta girl!" Harry praises you and flicks your clit just right, you can't help but continue to gush. A pleasured cry of, "Shit, yes baby," leaves his mouth as he spills into the condom.

After just a moment, he carefully pulls out and heads into your ensuite to dispose of the rubber. He returns with a warm rag and ever so gently cleans you up before tossing the rag in your towel bin. After which he climbs back into your bed behind you for a warm cuddle.

"Do you want me to stay, or would you prefer I head out?" He asks you quietly.

"Stay." You whisper just before falling asleep.

The next morning you awake to the sound of your shower running and realize that now is your chance. His wallet is still in his shorts and you quickly nab his military id before cloning it and returning the original.

When Harry exits your ensuite you're back in bed, eyes wide open as he steps out, towel drying his trimmed curls.

"Oh, you're awake. Hope you don't mind that I took a quick shower. If the guys catch me smelling like sex this morning they probably won't be happy."

"Instead you can smell like citrus and lavender?" They'll still know it's mine, I've used that stuff most of my life, helps me stay calm and it's not overbearing. Hell it's been in Mitch's house. From my sleepovers with Raina." You reply.

"Oh well, too late now. But I was thinking I could pick up a few things after my day and cook you dinner?" He asks, not being shy about wanting to see you again.

"Not tonight, I've got a full day of coding ahead of me. Won't be out of my office until late, like early morning late." You say as you walk him out. "Call me tomorrow?" You add with a wink. Harry smiles and then heads towards base.

*Harry's POV*

After a nice ride to base, on top of everything last night, I'm on fucking cloud nine. Y/N was just so fucking perfect, she's beautiful, intelligent, witty, and being in her presence is like rays of sunshine peeking through the clouds. She definitely has the spirit to be a category five hurricane, but she also just doesn't give a damn if she doesn't want to. The perfect switch, that complements mine real well. I'm practically daydreaming as I walk through the halls duffle in hand and badge at the ready. When I hit the cages, I change quickly before slapping on my tracking bracelet and slipping in my earbuds for a nice long run.

After a good hour, I swap my shorts and tank for the dive gear in my backpack. A waterproof earpiece from base command tells me where I'm headed and outlines a few details about my 'mission'. When the timer starts running down I'm quick to dive under and head towards the sonar signal. I diffuse fake bomb after fake bomb, inspect entrance hatches and disarm explosive after explosive meant to kill me and the rest of my team with tripwire traps and riggings. I go until my oxygen tank gets too low to continue at which point I head for dry land and a quick briefing with Mitch.

"The fuck are you doing looking into that op Harry?" Mitch hollers, glaring daggers at me.

"What op? I haven't looked at a digital screen other than my tracker and cell all day. I've been underwater for the last four hours, sir." I reply, having no clue what the fuck he's going on about.

"Prove it, pull up the tracker," he commands and I follow my orders without hesitation.

"Who was your acting command officer?" He asks, now clearly pissed about something else. "And give me your damn badge."

"Lieutenant Commander Danielson was my ACO sir." I reply and hand him my badge.

"With me," is all he says before leaving the room and I don't hesitate to follow.

When we reach Danielson's sector Mitch calls out, "Danny, were you Styles' ACO today?"

"Yes, Master Chief." Is the reply but Mitch is already turning to head somewhere else.

"Rai (pronounced Ray) tell me who hacked it." Mitch says to his Lieutenant daughter. She works mainly in command and is the youngest on her team of 5 highly trained data software mechanical engineers. Rai earned the respect of each and every person under her command with her impressive talent and knack for leadership she shows.

"Whoever hacked it, knows what they're doing, that's for sure, but it also wasn't actually hacked. It was cloned, meaning there's a duplicate of his id running around, but since they aren't the same composite I can't track the clone like I can the original." Rai explained.

"Just shut down his old one and get him a new one Rai, now." Mitch added before going back towards the cages. "Styles, go home and do some soul searching, see if you can figure out which of your little girlfriends or hookups or whatever you call them would've done this."

*3rd Person POV*

That is precisely what he does. He has some random movie on just for the noise, but he sits at his table making a list of all the people he’s hooked up with in the past 6 weeks. There was Britt, Katya, Grace, Brad, Liz, and you. Britt was a friends who sometimes hook up kind of thing. Grace was a really cute waitress at a diner on the pier. Brad is an intelligence officer for Seal Team 3 Delta, and Liz was on a layover to tokyo from New York that got grounded due to mechanical failures. You were obviously well, you. But something in the back of his head remembered Mitch saying ‘that op’ which could only mean your father’s op. However Katya was an American born to Russian parents who fled shortly before Putin took office. Her father was an officer in the Russian military, but not a fan of Putin. Which could make Katya seem unlikely to flip. With that he was down to two options, you and Katya. For your sake he hoped it wasn’t you, Mitch would take that personally, but Katya would be an international spy and Harry trusted his sense of someone’s character and Katya was very nice, Harry felt like she had a good head on her shoulders.

-The next morning-

Harry had an early briefing with Mitch to reveal where his soul searching led him. Walking into that briefing with unease swirling in his gut.

“Well?” Mitch asked him.

“I’m down to two, but I did bring all six names with me for you to look at as well.” Harry said to Mitch.

“Brad’s clean, we both know that, but I’ll have Rai look at the rest of these, wait, seriously?” Mitch trailed off towards the end having finally spotted your name. “No way she’s capable of that Harry.”

“With respect sir, her background is in computer science and analytics, she is extremely proficient in statistics and probability, and an eval was never done on her after that incident, as much as I hate to say it because I really do like her, we’ve no idea how losing her father affected her. She was raised by soldiers, she knows how to brush things off and make it appear like she’s coping well, she knows all of you and could easily manipulate how her emotions come off in front of all of you, which is why I consider her the prime suspect.” He states although his shoulders drop with the last part of his statement.

Mitch steps out for a few minutes and comes back with Raina. “Ask her, Rai knows Y/N better than anyone, and Rai this doesn’t prove anything.”

Harry explains his thoughts one more time and after a few seconds of deliberation and a deep breath Raina turns to Mitch and responds, “You want to know if Y/N has the skills required to pull off cloning a military id, my answer without a doubt is yes, she absolutely has the required skills, and I agree with Harry, she is excellent at masking her emotions, i’ve seen it, it hurts me to say this, but we do need to look into her. My best suggestion would be to send Harry in unannounced.” She finishes speaking, her voice conveying the warring emotions she’s currently feeling.

“Fine. Harry, any objections?” Mitch answers.

“None, Sir.” Harry responds.

“Then its on, I want you recording, it won’t transmit, we don’t want anything going up the chain yet, I still want to shield her from the worst of this if I can, right now I have to believe that she’s just a kid looking for answers. If only i’d tried harder to get them for her.”

*Y/N’s POV*

I wrap up an intense line of code before I start my 30 seconds of this hour in the military’s system. It’ll take approximately 4 days to complete that year’s worth of files doing 30 seconds each hour, but I designed this program myself and I know it will work. My VPN is completely untraceable during those 30 seconds and the same engineer would have to be watching the computer for 48 hours straight in order to see the pattern (the same 30 seconds of each hour, with 24 different combinations so that they only repeat the same 30 seconds on a military clock), because it looks like Harry is just scrolling through old files without opening any of them when they are actually being backed up to an untraceable cloud drive, where I can flip through them.

“Y/N? Are you home? I brought lunch.” Harry's voice sounds from outside my front door. I exit and lock my office quickly knowing the program will shut off and exit the navy’s systems by itself.

“Hey, I thought we said you weren't going to swing by today. Luckily you caught me while I had a few minutes of downtime from my project for work.” I say to him after opening the door.

“Yeah, sorry about that, they didn't need me on base anymore today, so I thought maybe I'd surprise you. I brought tacos.” He smiles sheepishly.

“You're lucky you're cute Styles.” I say with a smile.

After we finish eating, I go to make a move on him, sitting myself on his lap, but he surprises me by flipping us so that I'm in the chair, and being a kinky fucker he slips a pair of handcuffs around my wrists.

“I know you cloned my military ID and used it to hack into the navy's system, care to explain, something about a certain op.”

“I have no idea…”

“Please don't make this difficult Y/N, Mitch already knows. The system records who logs in and the exact time stamp, as soon as I used my badge and access code on base this morning before going for training, which I was dark for, they knew it had been hacked.”

“Harry I never meant to hurt you, that's not how this started, ok fine, hurting the navy is exactly how this started.”

“You are going to have to tell me everything, or Mitch and I can't protect you. Because for some reason, I have this need to protect you even after you hacked my military ID.”

“I haven't been the same person since before my father got killed Harry. His death is the reason I went into tech. After his death I threw myself into my degree, hoping that with time the details would be declassified, after five years they still weren't, so I tried making an official request, I just wanted to know how my father died, and not the bullshit hero excuse they use when trying to cover something up. Plus the team's story was too perfect, it was word for word, even I know that means they're hiding something. So I decided I was going to exploit my connection to 7 Alpha. You were hot, the guys were encouraging you to get with me, and frankly the sex was the best I've ever had. I hesitated that morning while you were in the shower, mainly because part of me wanted to see you again and I knew we couldn't once I actually cloned your ID. I've been chasing answers for so long Harry, and I am finally about to get them. I can't let it go, I won't let it go.”

“I know you won't, nor would I expect you to. Now I have to ask if you were planning on selling any of the information you retrieved to other nations, or putting it online anywhere?”

“No, honestly the thought had crossed my mind at one point, but I wouldn't be my father's daughter if I did. And he taught me to always get justice for those that can't get it for themselves. That was the whole point of being a SEAL. Truth, justice, and protecting those that can't from the people who mean us harm.” I wrap up and Harry pulls a device out of his back pocket and switches it off.

“A recorder, it's private don't worry, Mitch just wants to make sure we don't have to get command involved. He was blaming himself earlier. My hope is that we can forgive each other, because whatever this is between us, that's been going on for months, even though our first official date was three days ago, I don't want it to end either.”

“You… you can really forgive me for hacking the navy? Command isn't going to arrest me?”

“The teams are a family, one you were born into, they aren't going to turn on you. Especially when they all wanted to tell you in the first place. And someday, our kids will be a part of that family too.”

There was an awkward bit of silence for about a minute before the laughter broke out.

“Yeah, I can't believe I just said that.” Harry said, though the smile on his face told me he was seeing it too. This was just the beginning for us.

Hope you enjoyed! Let me know what your thoughts are!

-Ava

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So I may have been slightly hyped for this book the past few months

For the three of you who haven't heard about this, MMPR: The Return is a story set in the future of an alternate universe of the MMPRs; one where Jason, Zack, and Trini didn't give up their powers upon the eve of the Peace Conference, and thus the team stayed together even after high school. But fast forward twenty-two years later, and the team has broken up due to some sort of tragedy - we know from the Re-Imagine prologue in the 30 Year Anniversary book, Zordon and Alpha were destroyed by Zedd and Rita. But other stuff seems to have happened too. What is that stuff? I guess we're about to find out!

Oh, and I should mention this was written by the original Pink Ranger herself, Amy Jo Johnson. (and her partner, Matt Hotson.) That might be important to know.

It's Mighty Morphin Power Rangers: The Return #1!

= Three pages in and Jason's already getting his ass kicked. You're forty-five years old, man, you should be at the club

= I know this was debated a bit when the book was announced - how it would line up with Thuy and JDF's passings, especially after coming off the heels of Once and Always, where the focal point was Trini's daughter taking up her powers after Trini's death. (For what it's worth, this book was first conceived pre-pandemic, long before OaA. Making comics takes a long time.) And while Tommy is still a bit up in the air (despite what we'll see in a few pages) Trini does seem to have definitively passed due to illness.

While I definitely get the frustration of Thuy's passing essentially sealing Trini's fate - especially in a comic book, where you don't have to worry about actor restrictions - I'm a little more generous towards it here because Amy and Thuy were close friends and she actually dealt with her death personally compared to how the OaA writers, well......didn't. And this issue is clearly paralleling Kimberly's motivations and feelings to Amy's real-life ones, so this just feels like another part of that.

(Also to contrast OaA's handling of Trini - a) her passing here isn't caused by a graphic onscreen explosion, proving the whole "well they HAD to show it onscreen for more impact!!!" was bullshit b) her friends AND THE WIDER COMMUNITY are actually grieving and talking about her impact on everyone as well as using the non-actor-restriction to SHOW it and c) The book actually gives her a JOB. TWO jobs!!!!!!! Yeah OaA why the fuck did you send ZACK to Congress WHEN IT CLEARLY SHOULD HAVE BEEN TRINI

also I like her middle-aged design. prettyyyyyy)

= onto lighter topics HEYYYY IT'S THESE GUYS!! Bulk and Skull are married and you just can't see the ring through Bulk's gloves, it's real and true

= speaking of which this whole flashback is adorable and nostalgic but I want to point out some background details

= Ernie is just trying to run a fucking business here

= go white boy go

= ZACK/KIM HAS FINALLY COME BACK TO ME MY FUCKING BELOVEDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God, when WAS the last time they actually talked one-on-one in the main series

= FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

= so along with some other stuff I'm definitely taking this as foreshadowing that Trini wasn't cut off from Kim like the boys were. That's the power of WOMEN (and also if we get Aunt Trini flashbacks with Olivia I'll fucking CRYYYYYY)

= Absolutely obsessed with Billy's face here

= D:

= So besides the Trini stuff I want to the keep the Once and Always comparisons to a minimum but it's very funny how both storylines involve Billy using a company as a front for his embezzlement schemes. At least his telecom company PROBABLY isn't war profiteering

= also Alpha's rose <3

= so anyway Jason's gone rogue and was pretending he's the main character until he suddenly went missing, as shown in the first few pages. And Billy and Zack want to become Rangers again to try and find him.

= but the thing is guys, Kim has won the idgaf war. She's depressed, she's traumatized, she spent twenty-two years raising a child with Tommy's genes all by herself, she's tired. She does NOT want to be wrapped up in Jason's midlife crisis drama

= Zack getting so mad and wanting to risk it all for Jason hell yeah those are my Jason/Zack crumbs

= Mysterious shadowy figure watching the old people drama from a distance, you are just like me fr

= OLIVIA THAT'S FUCKING OLIVIAAAAAAAAAAAA and she already sounds so CUTE. If you go back to the diner scene you can see the phone constantly buzzing until Kim finally puts it away. She's like mom. mom. mom. MOM

= also just because the tragic Tomberly family storyline already makes me want to kms do you think that ring is kind of small and plain because Tommy and Kim were so young when they got married and it's all Tommy could afford. And Kim still wears it to this day. I want to die

= It's already been confirmed that Selena is indeed referring to Sylvia here, so I won't talk about that. What I DO want to talk about is Kim's casual momwear. Those sweatpants!!!!!!!!!!

= It would be really funny if Kim just. immediately slammed the door shut

#text #mmpr #mmpr comic #comic recap #TR 01

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Phantom of the Night

Chapter 3-full

I've been so excited to post this chapter that I actually forgot to post it on time. I'm not surprised anymore! Hope you enjoy! Tw: blood, gore, death, minor character deaths, injuries, inaccurate military and medical terms (I tried to research as best as possible, sorry if they're wrong!)

~Masterlist~ ~Prev~ ~Next~

Heavy set boots were all that could be heard around the hangard. Soldiers moving quickly on and around a transport plane, giving a wide berth to a large man with a completely black tactical gear, black skull balaclava and hard white skull mask cover the top half of the face mask: Lieutenant Ghost.

“Wheels up in five.”

Some soldiers rushed faster to get their seats on the plane and double check their gear, but a few remained rooted in their spot, Ghost included.

“Roger.” His gruff voice cut across the radio back to General Shepherd.

“Marines are loading in now. You and the Sergeant are leading the way on this.”

Ghost tilted his head, annoyance in his voice lost in the neutral tone.

“Sergeant?”

A 6 foot tall man walked up to Ghost with an enthusiastic step. His hair shaved on the sides with a sort of mohawk down the center of his head, blue eyes sharp and full of excitement.

“Let's get ourselves a win, yeah, L.T.? Save ya a seat, sir.”

Sergeant Johnny “Soap” MacTavish.

Soap fist bumped Ghost’s shoulder before making his way up the transport plane, making eye contact with another soldier walking up to the plane looking oddly out of place.

“Fuckin’ hell…” Ghost grumbled.

“Ghost- do you copy?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Any issues?”

“Negative, Sir.”

“Good. Captain Phantom will also be joining you on this mission. Get it done.”

Just as Shepherd finished his statement, the mystery figure Soap saw previously made their way towards Ghost.

The figure was wearing black tactical cargo pants with multiple knife straps and holsters on the thighs, a black long sleeve with a hooded overlay on top, tac vest full of frags, flashbangs, extra ammo clips and other things in pouches unknown to anyone except the figure wearing it, as well as a short black scarf around their neck and tucked into their vest. They had a balaclava across the lower half of their face with a thick black metal tactical mask over it, grey eyes almost gleaming as they stopped in front of Ghost, and their hair was underneath the scarf and out of view so he couldn’t identify this mystery person. When they stopped in front of Ghost, they had to look up quite a bit; being less than 6' compared to the 6'4" man didn't seem to be a deterrent for them at all.

“Lieutenant Ghost, good to meet you. Captain Phantom.” The figure, the female, stuck her gloved hand out towards him.

Ghost shook her hand briefly, keeping in mind the strong grip each of them had on the other’s before they let go.

“On your move, sir. I’ve been requested by the General and Station Chief Laswell to accompany you and your men as backup on Alpha Team. I’m familiar with the mission and have been read in.” Her voice was deep, partially muffled and grainy from behind both masks, but she didn't seem to mind nor care.

Ghost nodded, turned away from her and walked right up into the transport plane with her at his heels to grab a seat and buckle in just as the door sealed shut for takeoff.

The teams spent a while in the air, not much conversation going on except for Ghost to introduce Phantom to Alpha team briefly.

“Bravo Team offloads here. Alpha Team stays onboard to land downrange. Both teams meet in the middle. Remember, we want Hassan alive, but this is capture or kill.” Ghost's strong voice echoed through the radio in Phantom’s ear as well as directly in front of her.

She watched as Bravo team got ready to unload as the plane landed momentarily, nodding to Ghost as they made eye contact and accepting a first bump from Soap as they got off.

Phantom pulled her goggles down over her eyes and gripped tightly onto her M16 between her legs as the plane took off again to head to their final destination. She kept herself strapped in on instinct, as if something was telling her to brace herself and she was never one to ignore her instincts.

Another minute in the air and it grew more tense as she exchanged glances with her other team members after the plane made a sudden drop on the right side.

“All stations- Razor-1 is bracketed, we're getting lit! Incoming- Flares! Flares!”

Phantom’s eyes grew wide as one of the soldiers stood up to go help the pilots. She could hear the flares going off outside of their plane as it righted itself once again.

“Shit- that was fucking close.”

She chuckled, agreeing with another soldier in front of her and letting her shoulders relax themselves slightly.

“Second missile!”

Phantom barely had any time to brace herself and her weapon before a loud crash sounded on the right side of the plane, throwing anything or anyone not strapped down off balance. She grappled a soldier about to crumple to the ground, pulling him down onto the seat next to her.

“Razor 1 going down! We're going down!” That was the last thing Phantom heard in her ear before she felt the plane plummet down to the ground, grinding and crunching metal the only thing anyone in the vicinity could hear.

The sound was deafening; a ringing in her ears as she slowly came to. Everything was blurry and she couldn’t make out the garbled voices in her ear before a shrill let off through her radio. With a heavy hand, she ripped the contraption out of her ear before taking a moment to regain her bearings.

Phantom could barely register her own coughing, let alone the one or two soldiers near her as she struggled to unbuckle herself from her seat.

“Alp--immobile. -Critical! Taking effective fire!”

Phantom shook her head a little, running her hand across her head, hissing as she brushed against a gash over her temple; must have hit her head on the headrest or something. The piercing sound of bullets from around them was grounding her enough to be able to open her eyes, finding her gun still hooked around her foot.

“Still alive there, Cap?”

Phantom’s eyes were unfocused as she looked around the voice, jolting when a hand steadied her as she stood up. Her legs almost collapsed from underneath her, but she knew they’d be dead if she didn’t stay upright.

“Yes, sir.” Her voice was harsh as she spoke, finally able to get her hands to stop shaking enough to lift her gun up.

Muscle memory started to kick in as her mind caught up with the fact they were in the middle of the battlefield. The man in front of her she didn’t know except his radio callsign.

“Just you and I?”

Alpha 0-2 and Phantom looked around.

“5 KIA, one wounded, you and I standing. Get your gun on that treeline. Gotta hold them off until Bravo team can clear those buildings.”

“Yes, Sir!”

Phantom leaned heavily against the right wall, windows blown out, and raised her gun to help drop as many AQ members as possible.

She could barely hear the other man over the sounds of gunfire and rpg’s going off in the background, but she could tell that he was talking to Bravo team over his radio.

“I don’t have coms! What’s going on?”

There was a lapse in firing, so Phantom took the moment to reload her gun as quickly as possible; easier said than done when her hands were still shaking from adrenaline, but it at least distracted from the headache.

“Bravo team is on their way. Keep your eyes peeled!”

“Copy!” Was her immediate reply as she leaned her back against the metal siding.

Barely 30 seconds had passed before she heard footsteps fast approaching the opened back of the plane. As she turned her sights towards the entrance, she heard a familiar voice hastily calling out to the two of them.

“Blue, blue, blue!”

Her posture relaxed slightly as Ghost and Soap ran into the plane wreckage.

“Damn good to see you both.” Phantom groaned out, repositioning herself against the corner of the window, switching to her rifle and pointing it out as she focused her eyes on the treeline but still listening to the men.

“We got five KIA, one wounded. It's just my gun and I'm low on ammo. Help me move him-”

“No time.” Ghost cut him off, sliding behind Phantom to pat her shoulder and set himself up at the next window. “Get your gun on that treeline.”

Soap set himself up in a crouching position at the plane opening after placing down a few proximity mines a few paces away as a last resort.

Phantom's eyes narrow through her scope, catching Ghost’s attention at the tensing of her posture.

“See anything?” Ghost’s voice was heavier than previously.

Phantom kept her hands steady as she zeroed in on something in the distance.

“Got movement.”

“If you have a shot, take it.”

That was all that she needed to block out any further conversation between her teammates and take initiative: headshot.

A smirk made its way across her lips from under the mask as she set up her next few shots. Phantom wasn’t registering what they were saying around her even though she could hear them until she felt the plane rock back from the force of an RPG. If it wasn't for the quick reaction time of Ghost grabbing onto the back of her vest, she would have been flung backwards from the force.

When the dust settled, she straightened herself back up, switching back to her M16.

“Thanks, L.T.” Phantom nodded to him, switching places with Soap at the opening instead.

“We clear?” Soap kept looking out of his scope, even after Phantom gave him a nod.

Ghost huffed, reloading his gun. “For now.”

#141 x reader #cod mw2 #cod x reader #poly 141 x reader #poly tf141 #captain john price x reader #ghost x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader

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theunkown-yachirusan · 10 months

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The Crimson Moon

Opening File......

File name : Y/n

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Y/n Uchiha the eldest sister of Uchiha Itachi and Uchiha Sasuke. The very well known "Akai me no Kaibutsu" or as "The Red-eyes Monster" of Konoha as that time her team was ambushed by a fully armed Shinobi which her friends and teacher was killed and in the process her Sharingan and then her Mangekyou has appeared and she killed everyone and then a ninja from Konoha saw it all. A 10 year old girl killed an army . Her Susano'o barely was barely complete but it did not failed to protect her. When growing up and rising to rank Jonin she and her brother Itachi become Anbu together.She was then imprisoned by Danzo and sealed her never to be seen by anyone after the massacre of her clan, but years later she was released by the man named 'Madara' and recruited her to Akatsuki. She has hidden herself to anyone but her brother and the organization,but when the war has come she revealed herself and was killed by the hands of Kaguya Otsutsuki but unbeknownst to Kaguya, Y/n was the reincarnation of her.

Upon arriving to Valhalla and meeting Brunhilde she found herself at Japanese Pantheon. Reuniting with many familiar faces that she knows back at her own world, the world of Shinobi and her love ones.

When hearing the news of the rise of the demons, she created an association together with the Demon Slayers and Valkyries and Humanities Champions(during the selection). The leaders Herself, Ubuyashiki and Brunhilde became the three main leaders of the association that will ensure the safety of all the beings.

The association was created even before the announcement of eradication of humanity or even the meeting of all the Gods.

Going back, The three main leaders has planned upon the following and the group that will be called :

Alpha squadron consist of all Shinobi together guarding the Swordsmiths and are assigned to go around every pantheons secretly and investigate if there are demons or suspicious around and will kill in secrecy. This squadron has 3 sector :

the Cavaliers who will kill without any hesitations and is grouped to any squadron or group. They are mostly assigned to protect and/or assassinate.

The Revolutionists consist of Akatsuki members but they are the group who will want changes as they all want to go against the Gods since they want to eradicate humanity they are assigned sometimes for negotiations or stealing. Some of them only agreed because they were going to be paid(hi kakuzu) they are the ones who are also called Protestants. They are mostly assigned to protest and to spread rumors.

The Investigators most likely consist of all kages but there are some who are not kages and is assigned to find any traces of Demons around and any suspicious people.

Beta squadron consist of Demon Slayers the ones who will hunts down Demons along with the Cavalier group. Yoriichi tsugikuni, Michikatsu tsugikuni, Lady Tamayo and Yushiro has also become a part of the corps ever since knowing that demons still roam around.

Delta consist of Human Champions(even Buddha is allowed) and Valkyries they are the ones on the spotlight. It was supposedly only the Valkyries but then the eradication of humanity was announced.

But then Brunhilde, Lord Ubuyashiki and Y/n found their selves at the presence of the creators of their world. Along with Nyx, her husband Erebus ,along with the Titans and the rest of the creators has blessed those who are to protect everyone. Which Blessed all those who are in the association. Especially. You.

The Alpha and Beta squad is not to be seen, they are only the darkness and shadow of the Delta squad. They are the ones who will guard down the whole place and every pantheons and never to be seen. No one, not even the Gods has noticed their existence. Except to the God of Underworld.

But before the creation of the association, she asked Brunhilde if she can work at the Norse Pantheon to which she agreed. And informed the Gods rather late.

Her duty at the Norse Pantheon is a maid which was quickly makes everyone question...even Odin was left questioning as to why such a human herself wound want to work...since...working there would be endless. And no human can last forever. or are they?

And the eyes of the Storm meets the incarnation of Otsutsuki Kaguya.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror thor #ror odin #ror jack the ripper #ror kojiro sasaki #ror adam #ror poseidon #ror qin shi huang #ror loki #shuumatsu no valkyrie #yoriichi tsugikuni #michikatsu tsugikuni #kokushibo

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mydisenchantedeulogy · 2 years

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Me Casa es su Casa || Day Twenty-four || Albert Wesker

A/n: the theme for day 24 is voyeurism. Please enjoy.

Warning(s): S.T.A.R.S! Wesker, voyeurism, gender-neutral reader.

No Minors Allowed!

"Someone had an interesting night. I'm jealous," Richard mentions as he walks over to your side.

You hum in question.

"What do you mean?"

Poking at the mark on your neck, Richard snorts.

"You know, this hickey here."

You had forgotten. And honestly, you weren't sure it was much of a hickey, though it had looked like one. You don't remember getting it and you certainly didn't take someone home last night, or the previous night as marks had appeared on your thighs. This is the reason you had set up a camera in your bedroom and around your house; something is strange and you are going to find out what, though in a rush you did not have time to check them this morning.

"My lips are sealed," you state with a grin as you retrieve your gun and earmuffs.

Enrico had instructed the Bravo team to practice their aim in the shooting range.

"Ah, come on," Richard urges.

You grin at him and walk away.

There is no way to tell him even if you had wanted to.

Back home, you settle down on the couch with the cameras that you had put around the house. The first one you check is the living room. Nothing eventful happens for the duration of it, but around 3 in the morning, you notice a shadow enter your bedroom; your heart pounds erratically.

Switching to the other camera, you fast-forward to the allotted time and watch in horror as someone enters your room. But not just someone; it's Captain Wesker of the Alpha team. You recognize his blond hair and his uniform. What is he doing in your apartment? You watch in horror as he hovers over you for a moment, saying something the camera doesn't catch. Then, he reaches down and runs his finger over your face.

He crawls onto your sleeping frame and eases down your pants. Your eyes widen. He isn't doing what you think he is, is he? Undoing his belt, he takes out his cock and spits in his hand, coating his shaft. With your legs open, he shoves inside of you and begins to fuck you in your sleep. How did you not feel this? Or the previous time?

Your stomach churns, but not in repulsion. You can't understand it. Perhaps it's because you admire Wesker; he's an attractive man. In no way did you think he'd have a twisted interest in you. It's dark... but flattering. You hum as he leans down and kisses your neck, remaining there a moment; you imagine this is when he put the hickey onto your neck.

"Fuck sir," you utter. Arousal pours over you.

He relentlessly thrusts into you. Groaning, he pulls back and cums into his hand. You lick your lips in anticipation, wishing you had woken up. You imagine your hole was tight and eager, taking him so well.

Turning the camera off, you pout. Why doesn't he just ask to fuck you? And what can you do?

A grin comes to your face. Tonight when he comes, if he does, you are going to pretend to be asleep. You can hardly wait.

#resident evil #resident evil fanfiction #albert wesker x reader #resident evil kinktober 2022 #Albert wesker #gender neutral reader

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writing-by-mimi · 2 years

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The Best Intentions

Fandom: Obey Me!

Pairing: Alpha!Beelzebub x Omega!GN!Mc

Adult content, read at your own risk. Not beta read.

Beel watched as you walked to your room, lost in your phone with a smile on your lips. It made his heart thump loudly in his chest.

He leaned against the corner as he heard your door close. Being an Alpha had it perks, but the downside was a certain omega smelled so damn nice his mouth literally watered. You did that to him. Ensnared his thoughts so completely that he didn't even feel hungry around you. Him! The Avatar of Gluttony! Not. Hungry.

He had planned to ask you out for a friendly lunch date...but maybe that was a bad idea. Your smell was strong...you could be approaching heat soon.

He wouldn't ever force himself on you. He cared too much about you to hurt you in such a way, but what if he slipped? Kissed you while you were looking adorable? It would be wrong. A violation of your trust.

But how did he even start to tell you of all his feelings?

He didn't have much to offer...his sin left him sloppy and otherwise easily distracted. Even Mammons sin of Greed could be viewed as adorable by you because he would hoard your stuff in his room.

You left him breathless.

When you would come to his Fangol games, he always found you in the crowd. Towards the front painted from head to toe in his team's colors, wearing a jersey with his number,, prettier than any cheerleader R.A.D. had in his mind.

Another point against him. Satan could serenade you with fancy compliments with ease. Make you blush with a simple off hand, well put together compliment. Every time he saw you, his heart would beat so hard he had a hard time thinking. Most people saw him as a meat head anyway...he just hoped you didn't as well...

Standing outside of your door, he debated knocking. Telling you how he felt...it would saddle you with the worst of his family. Him. A failed protector. A glutton.

Your door opened up quickly, it startled him, but he stood tall and unbothered. "Mc, I was just-"

"Fuck me, Beelzebub."

You're panting, lips parted and pupils blown. Your heat had struck suddenly, just as last time. He had barely contained himself as he fought his way home with you in his arms from the academy last time. Your whines and tounge licking up his neck until he got you safely to your room had been a memory he had jerked off to more than any sane demon should.

And now here you are, smelling divine, like the sweetness of a candy store as the door opens for the day."Beel!" Tears slide down your cheeks as you clench your bare thighs together. Barely dressed and begging for him.

He wants to touch you. Taste your beautiful lips and taste your sensitive skin tingling with heat hormones. Listen to you gasp and moan as he does every dirty thing he ever thought of to you and your body... but your in heat. Lost to hormones and not thinking straight. If you were, you wouldn't choose him.

He does the only thing he can, pushes you back gently and listens as you whine at his touch, leaning into it as your look up to him. Once your clear of the door, he grabs it quickly and slams it shut. He hears you whine as he holds your door closed with one hand and texts Lucifer with the other.

It's four minutes later and Lucifer has the door magically sealed. No one will be able to harm you and it helps him feel better. You'll be safe from those that would only care to use you for selfish release. You deserve someone who would worship you.

Closing the door on you had been the hardest thing he had ever done. The week passes, yet you've not exited your room once. Lucifer entered, to check your well-being. He is in there for an hour and his heart sinks...maybe Lucifer had given into your pleas for release while you were drunk with hormones. It's a stupid thought, his brother isn't like that, yet he can't help but worry you've chosen someone...

When Lucifer exits, Beel can smell you on him. It isn't sex or any scent he is aware of. The odd acidity of it unsettles him.

Lucifer sees his brothers puzzled look. He should go to Lord Diavolo, tell him of your symptoms so that it could be dealt with... He let's out a sigh. He had thought his brother in love with you, but Beelzebub was a gentle giant when it came to you. Always doing what he thought best to protect you, perhaps that is all this had been. Not a cruel and cold rejection that your heart had taken it as while under such a strong grip of heat.

"Come with me, Beel." The eldest borns tone is soft as he guides his brother silently to his office in the house. Seating himself, he motions to his younger brother to do the same.

He isn't sure how to say it, talking of such matters had never been his specialty... "Mc is experiencing rejection sickness."

Your words play over and over again in his mind. You had told him to fuck you. Even begged by whining his name, leaning into his touch...yet he had closed the door on you. You hadn't been thinking straight...you still couldn't be.

"Do you care for Mc, Beelzebub? If not, I can speak with Lord Diavolo and get Mc help through this. No one will have to know, we can even wipe Mcs memories, if it would help you." He leaned back in his seat.

Beels eyes fell to his shoes. "It's a mistake, Lucifer." He clenches his fist. It hurts to say it outloud. That you deserved so much more than he could ever offer you. You deserved things he couldn't give you.

"I did not ask if it was a mistake. I asked if you cared for Mc." Lucifer moves to grab two heavy glass tumblers, pouring a generous amount of Demonus into both before sliding one to his brother.

"I do." He softly admits as he downs the tumbler in one smooth motion and sets it cautiously on the desk.

"Then you can sort this mess. I need not go to Lord Diavolo."

"You need too." Beel closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

Lucifer studies his brother. Beelzebub, always the protector, taking on others burdens to shoulder, even when he shouldn't. There is a kindness in his brother that Lucifer lost long ago, but the fact Beel has fought so hard to maintain that, even now... it's truly valiant in his eyes. Yet if he let's his brother continue this path, it will be a weight that even Beel can not shoulder forever. The pain it will bring his brother... "Why?"

Beel swallowed heavily and stands to leave. "Have Lord Diavolo help Mc. It's better this way."

"Do you truly believe that?"

"Yes." The one word statement feels like claws ripping apart his chest.

"Do you know how rejection sickness is cured by chance, Beelzebub?"

The truth was, he had no idea. He wasn't an omega, so it never really mattered to him, it wasn't common... yes he knew of it...but not anything substantial about it.

"The sickness is in two parts. An omega in heat who has their heart set on someone to mate with, when faced with rejection, they can become very ill. It's the bodies way to make the omega more vulnerable, but it backfires. Mcs body is ridding itself of chemical bonds telling them to mate with you. Another reason for the different smell, it is literally love dissolving so they may try and attach to someone else. It's why the smell is so harsh. The best way to speed it up and ensure no problems or lasting effects for the omega is quite rudimentary. One I myself question if Mc will be comfortable pursuing, but if they do not, the sickness may persist and take its toll." Lucifer poured more Demonus for for himself.

"What would Mc have to do?"

"Sleep with another. Often times, Alpha cum sets the omega straight. Allows them to feel desirable by others and that helps the process of the chemical bonds breaking go faster. While otherwise occupied, the omega takes no notice of the pain. Just the pleasure an Alpha can bring them."

Someone else would have to fuck you? And in such a vulnerable state because he had just been trying to protect you.

"So, do I need to go to Lord Diavolo to have him find someone to fuck Mc if they should find the sickness too hard? Or can you admit and accept Mcs feelings, regardless of how you feel about yourself?"

"Lucifer, Mc deserves better than me." His voice so close to a growl as he addressed his brother. He was only trying to help...

"Mc seems to think you are everything they would ever need in a mate. So either go to their room and show them you need them as much as they need you right now, or I will be leaving to find a stranger to plunge their cock into Mcs-"

The heavy wooden desk shattered, Beels fist shaking. "You will not send a stranger to Mc. They're mine!" The growl that left him didn't even sound like him.

"Then I suggest you hurry." Lucifer smirked behind his tumbler as he finished his drink. Setting the reality in front of his brother seemed to be all it took for him to realize he may miss his window. Though he just wished it didn't cost his desk...he had been fond of that one...

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You should have known. Beelzebub would never find a human attractive. You wouldn't even be on his radar, not when he was surrounded by perfectly sculpted succubus just begging to even sit next to him. All of them vying for his attention and showering him with praise after every game. Slutty cheer outfits ridiculously tight as they threw them selves at his feet...

A mere mortal would never compare.

This eternal sinking feeling had been with you for days. Touching yourself to thoughts of Beel being gentle with you, slowly losing his patience and ravishing you had only ended up leaving you so close to orgasm, to some release... only to bring you physical pain as your hormones surged through you body. Rejection flaring raw and hot through your system, body doing what it could to unattach you from your feelings. To try and mind your broken heart.

Being curled up in your bed, you cried into your pillows for what seems like weeks, but it had only been a few days. This would last for weeks to come if you fought it. Every day being worst than the last.

You hated the alternative. The easy way out of this. Sex with someone who wasn't Beel... letting them cum inside of you. It would correct this. All of it. Take away the pain and and physically leave you better off.

But your heart still wasn't ready yet. Maybe it was addicted to this feeling? To the icy realization that you wouldn't ever be enough for some one like Beel. Beating yourself down... it was still better than giving up completely. To admit that things were over before they began and you had been stupid enough to fall in love... the hole it left in your chest...

It would be smart. The logical decision to go through having sex with a stranger to end this and move on. Your feelings would only serve to make Beelzebub uncomfortable. He hadn't said anything as he slammed the door in your face.

Maybe then you could save some face. The only one who knew was Lucifer, and subsequently, Lord Diavolo. It would be kept quiet. Beel would never have to be saddled with the knowledge he broke your heart so completely, never have to know how much it hurt when he rejected you. He was your friend first, hurting him, no matter how much you hurt, wasn't what you wanted.

You found your phone and dialed Lord Diavolo. Lucifer had most likely already informed him of the situation already, telling him your answer was what they would be waiting on.

The phone rang twice before he picked up. Voice it's usual jovial tone as gave his usual greeting.

"I need help." You hadn't meant to sob into the phone, but the reality of giving up all your feelings struck you roughly all over again. This was the smartest move you could make for you and Beel both.

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Beelzebub had ran as fast as his legs would carry him. Throwing open your door the sight that greeted him illicted a feeling he only ever expressed on the Fangol field.

Rage.

He can smell it. Sex. Your body is flushed, but you still look so sick. He's never seen you in such a state since you've come to the Devildom.

"Is this the guy? The Beelzebub?" The strangers voice is filled with amazement as he slips his shirt on and steps into his jeans.

Beel hasn't truly wanted to kill anyone since Lilith had been shot down...but that feeling, so deep and carnal in his chest is festering. Coming to life inside of him and ready for an outlet.

"Ya know we didn't actually get it done, right?" His smile is friendly as he makes sure he has all of his items. "They couldn't go through with it. It's sweet, but it's left me absolutely starving." The incubus laughs as he walks by the Avatar and claps him on the shoulder. "You know how it is." He pauses momentarily to turn back to you, "While I'm dissapointed, it looks like you made the right choice, but if he ever leaves you wanting, call me." He winked making his quick escape.

You pulled the covers up over yourself and looked away. Beel probably smelled a stranger in the house and came to investigate. "I'm okay Beel. Just a bit under the weather. You should go, so you don't catch it too." It's a bold faced lie, but it's all you can come up with. You want Beel to be here for a different reason, but you know full well that isn't the case. The lie will get him to leave, or at least, you hope so. "I'm fine, really." You muster up a smile as you lay down and face away from him. If he sees you cry, he'll worry. Beel was just built like that. Caring, kind, sweet...he wouldn't understand that his concern was breaking your heart further.

"I was trying to protect you." His words are soft and he isn't even sure if you hear him, but he continues all the same. He just needs to say them. Get them out so maybe the rage in his chest will simmer down so he doesn't sniff that other Alpha out and rip him apart. "I didn't realize it would make you sick."

Maybe you hadn't heard him. You don't respond and he isn't sure what to do. He had purpose when he opened your door. To tell you everything and fix this...but maybe he shouldn't have intruded. Yet he can't will himself to move out of the door, only farther in.

Getting closer, he can see you have your face hidden.

"It's okay, Beel." He watches as you try to steady your breath, "I'll be okay. It's not your fault."

It's the truth. While Beel may have been the demon your affections were set on, it wasn't his fault you had fallen in love, and consequently fallen ill. That had been your own mistake to find love is someone as wonderful as him and expect him to feel the same for a mortal.

He can't let this go on. You're putting up a brave face for him. Always standing strong and helping them, yet never stopping to help yourself. It's one reason he loved you so much. You'd do absolutely anything for him and his family. Even if it hurt you to save them...

Shedding his jacket, he slowly and carefully lowers himself into your bed and wraps his arms around you, pulling you flush to his chest. Even if your scent is off, he can still smell you under all of your pain. "I'm sorry." His grip tightens and he can't see a life with you not in it, with him. He knows it's selfish, to make you be stuck with him when anyone else would be better, but he just can't leave you. "I...I just wanted to protect you." He repeats, "You were in heat and...I just didn't want to hurt you."

The kiss to your exposed shoulder is soft, warm. Your whole world smells like Beel and that sinking feeling lets up for a moment, only to crash down inside of your chest again. "You didn't even say anything." You try to keep your voice level, calm, but amount the sinking feeling and the pain both physically and emotionally, you can't seem to pull through. "You just pushed me and slammed the door!"

His large hand finds yours among the blanket your haphazardly tangled in, and he slowly pulls it from the warmth of your bed before he places a soft kiss to your wrist.

His lips trail over the back of your neck, his breath making you shiver. "The day you had your heat at the academy, I've known I loved you since that day." His lips pick up the pace, finding the side of your neck now as he sucks gently. He can taste the incubus, but if you'll let him, he'll wipe away every trace of that man. "Fighting to keep you in my arms felt right. Like it's what I supposed to always be doing." He admits as he holds your body tightly to his. "I love you, Mc. I didn't know it would hurt you this bad, make you so sick." He rest his head on your back, the contact allows him to feel your fever clearly. "I didn't mean to make you suffer."

The smell of the other Alpha still makes him want to fight, but your scent below the sickness is too much to ignore. He needs to fix this. Show you how much you mean to him, there will always be time later to make the other males life a living Hell. Right now, you were in need of him, he wouldn't reject you again.

Pulling on your shoulder gently, you don't move. He doesn't blame you for not wanting to turn to face him, but he needs to see your face. To look you in the eyes and tell you your everything he never thought he deserved.

Moving cautiously, he slings his right leg over your body and his right arm as well. On his hands and knees above you, you look smaller than usual. Gently pushing you over onto your back, you still cling to the blanket hiding your face. Pulling it away slowly, he stops when you jerk it back up. He doesn't want to push you or be forceful about his feelings. "Will you please look at me?"

You bring the blanket down, just barely exposing your eyes and Beel feels his chest ache. Your eyes...you've been crying for days at this rate, yet your still so cute to him. Cupping your face, he places a kiss to your forhead. "I love you. You are...you're everything I want in life. I'm sorry it's me you fell in love with...but I'll do right by you everyday, until the day we part."

Beels soft words are more than you can handle. Tears sliding from your eyes as you pull the blanket up again. If he rejects you again you'll surely die. There's no way you could survive this twice, but you so desperately want to kiss his lips and submit to him.

"It's okay, if you don't forgive me." His voice is somber as he realizes he may have messed this all up past anything he could repair.

"Do you want me?"

Your voice shakes and he watches as you turn your face away, still hidden in the blanket. Pressing soft kisses up your neck until he reached your ear to tell you the truth, "Yes." He slowly reaches for the blanket and pulls it down from your face. The fact it slides so easily makes him smile. You're no longer hiding from him. "I love you." He turns your tear streaked face to meet his gaze. Even a mess, you're still so absolutely perfect to him.

The kiss to your swollen lips is almost everything Beel had imagined. The Alpha left traces... wiping his thumb over your lips roughly, he took them again in a kiss. Rough, needy... "I can taste that stranger on you and I hate it." He tries to keep the growl from his voice. "Let me wipe it away, every trace of him. You're mine."

Beels cheeks are pink, and you can feel his erection through the blanket. The fact he was so jealous of a man that had only kissed and touched you just a small amount before you chickened out made you feel happy. The Avatar being jealous, and subsequently more rough had quickly flipped a switch inside of your mind.

Acceptance.

Sitting up on his knees, Beel pulled his shirt off over his head and returned his lips to your body. His hands undo his belt and jean button, pulling the zipper down enough to be free of them.

Your hands in his waist band made him growl into your ear as he continued to pepper your skin with kisses. Erection free of his boxers now with your help, he pushed his clothing down to his knees. "You're my Omega. Mine." His fingers finding your entrance, he was careful to massage you lightly as he rubbed his cock on your hip.

A whine left you. You couldn't stop it or your flush as you felt him carefully starting to tend to your needs. "Please." It's a mix between begging and uncertainty. Allowing Beel to touch you...if he stopped now you'd never recover. The reality of that fact had brought caution to your mind. While still feeling so accepted, until he buried his cock in you and painted your insides with his seed, it wouldn't ever truly feel right.

His finger delving inside of you made you arch off the bed. Days of need and no release, coupled with everything had you so unbearably close. The gentle movements of his finger had you cumming, his lips frantically pressed to yours swallowing your moan greedily.

Beels hands moved to you thighs as he slid down to taste you. A hum and a growl as he continued to lick and suck every trace of your bliss from your skin made you shake with a need for more. Bucking your hips into his face, you turned your heated face away.

Beel moved back up your body, placing kisses across your skin as he did. "I can't wait any longer, and I need to know you won't be sick any more because of me." He voice is hoarse as he positioned himself to slide his cock inside of you.

He looks absolutely gorgeous. Beels muscles and large frame above you, heavy cock in his hand slowly rubbing at your entrance has you a whimpering mess. You're desperate for him now, there would be time later for soft and slow.

His cock spreading you wide made you spasm under him, whimpers of pleasure falling from your lips and your nails dug into his shoulders as he fully seated himself inside of you. His grip on your hips would leave you bruised, but you didn't care. His grip was rough, but gentle in a way you couldn't describe as he began to thrust slowly inside of you.

"Fuck, I love you, Mc." He couldn't hold back his growl as he continued to thrust, slowly picking up the pace until you were screaming his name under him, hips slapping against you in a quick rhythm.

The moment Beel had cum inside of you, the world had shifted. The feeling of drowning has left your chest and staring up to Beels panting form is all you'll ever need in life.

He leaves himself inside of you, the worry that he may not have cum enough, or even deep enough trouble his mind until you pull his face down to yours and kiss him. The scent that had been coming off of you no longer seems so strong. Only that it is clinging to your skin and would be washed away with a warm bath. A calmness settles his chest, you won't smell sick or like that grubby Alpha that thought he could fix you. "I love you."

Placing a hand on the side of his face, you returned the smile. "You're everything I've ever wanted." Your confession is quiet as he kisses the palm of your hand. "I love you, too."

#obey me #obey me!#obey me beelzebub #obey me! beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me! beel #beel x mc #beel x reader #beelzebub x reader #beelzebub x mc #omegaverse #alpha #omega #omega mc #omega!mc

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Why do you not like Ricciardo? I got into F1 this year and liked him when I was watching old races/videos but then the entire Alpha Tauri situation happened and the way everyone handled that social media wise gave me the ick and now him and his fans gets on my nerves.

It’s… complicated. Talking about it below the readmore, because nobody needs to be subjected to my opinion on this if they don’t want to be. I’ll reblog jokes and commentary, but besides max and Nico I don’t tend to do much “anti” stuff bc…. Who has the fuckin time.

I absolutely used to be a massive Daniel fan, I got into the sport at the start of 2020 (just the sport not the fandom, I didn’t really get online with it until early 22) and I get why people like him, but I also used to like lando (I wasn’t a ‘fan’ but when I was finding my feet he was a Brit, he got default support) and ended up disliking him for basically the same reasons.

It came down to a combo of jokes not really feeling very funny anymore, multiple incidents of pretty sexist behaviour without much of an effort to change or apologise, backhanded comments and feeling uncomfortable with the way they stayed apolitical on situations they shouldn’t have because it “harshes their vibe”, though Dan is worse about this than lando is.

I was sympathetic about him throughs the mclaren shit but went sour on Dan when he went on that Andrew tate adjacent podcast and laughed at the awful jokes the hosts made about Eastern European women, which is how I ended up finding out his stance on politics in 2020 was that he didn’t get involved because it ruins his vibes, and that just kinda sealed the deal.

That’s a nice privilege he gets to have, I don’t, and while yes most drivers stay neutral and I have been here long enough not to expect them to do otherwise, it’s a whole other thing to hear that choice flaunted that way. You can’t really see the whole “happy go lucky” persona the same when you know what they ignore to maintain it

Then he went back to Redbull quite happily to play positive PR for team racism, and there’s not really any coming back from that is there. He’s comfy where he’s at, I don’t have to support it

I have to be clear here though, these are MY reasons I don’t like Dan, and mine alone. You can hate a driver based on vibes alone, it doesn’t have to be linked to “bad” things. Sargent hasn’t really done anything of fault, but I still don’t like him. That’s sports.

You can also still like the guy if these things are something you have thought about, I just personally weighed them up and came out on dislike. Frankly I’d be a hypocrite if I said otherwise, Dan still isn’t so bad I don’t mess about with him in fanfic. There aren’t really many cases where you can be decidedly black or white about driver support, unless it’s max verstappen. Fuck max verstappen.

#asks #uniquethingyouth #mark’s driver meta #wank/ranks #warning this one ain’t positive #but it’s just an opinion #I frankly expect people to ignore it #anti ricciardo

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musicfeedsmysoul12 · 9 months

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I decided the nonsense.

Omega!Kakashi time travels to when Naruto is a kiddo and imprints hard on him along with Sasuke and Sakura. Imprinting being those are his kids now fight him. And laws strictly say you can’t take away an imprinted cub so ha, he gets to raise Naruto and Sasuke cause they’re orphans.

Sakura is a bit different but I might go with the fandom plot of her parents only entering her into the shinobi force to get a husband. I’m ignoring the parents they gave her in the anime. So they make a fuss but she gets taken when it becomes clear that they would have interfered with her life which… not great. (“But she’s a child!” “You signed a contract, didn’t you read it?” “…”)

But anyways the idea follows that they get raised by their mama Kakashi who makes them into little terrors only he can handle and he loves them very much yes he does. Look at them murdering people with their words and pulling pranks.

Of course we also might have team seven having joined the time travel, but this would also include Sai and Yamato cause fuck it I can. This is just an option though. Dunno if I’d go for it.

Other notes:

Yamato is an Alpha and we have Yamato/Kakashi.

Omega Naruto

Alpha Sakura, Sasuke and Sai

Gai is a Beta and has a QPR with Kakashi.

Naruto is a sealing master

Kurama somehow joins the time travel no matter what and loves Naruto

Sakura gets a ninken pack

Sasuke gets ninja cats

Naruto gets toads still

#Naruto #Naruto AU #time traveling omega Kakashi

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A Gun Amongst Daggers - Jake “Hangman” Seresin X Fem!Navy Seal Reader

Part 12: I’m Not Ready to Die

*GIF is not mine, sourced from Pinterest (like nearly everything else)

A/N: Chapter title from the song Train Wreck by James Arthur

MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE! 18+ ONLY. MINORS & BLOGS WITH NO AGE/EMPTY BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.

Warnings: blood (not super graphic, but still), mentions of death, bullets, explosions, mentions of vomit, bombs and bombing

A/N: Again, I’m sorry.

Word Count: 3.1k

Masterlist >> Part 11 >> Part 13

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Jake watched as Bear climbed into the last helicopter, his heart pounding. From what little he knew, Bear and the others were walking into a compound that was fortified like Fort Knox and there was nothing he or anyone else could do to help. For some reason, he was unsure and if there was one thing his friends could say about him, they would tell you all about his self-assuredness and how nothing ever seemed to get the better of him. But today was different.

He and the Daggers stood together, watching as the Blackhawks took off through the darkening sky toward the desert. “Does anyone else have a weird feeling?” Fanboy asked as the last helicopter disappeared into the night.

He was quickly shoved by Payback. “Don’t say that. You’ll jinx it. The Seals have it under control.”

“They do.” Maverick took that moment to rally his squadron. The older man took a deep breath before speaking. “Alpha team, Hangman, Phoenix, Bob, Coyote, Halo and Omaha, get ready. You need to be airborne soon. Beta team, ready yourselves. You are in for a longer wait.”

The pilots nodded, breaking off into their teams. Bob had held back, drawing a confused look from Phoenix, who stopped and gave her WSO a funny look before continuing on. “How are you holding up?” Bob asked, looking over at Jake.

Jake just gave him a funny look. “What do you mean? I’m fine.” Internally however, he was panicking just a little. He knew that it would be a quick hop there and back. No acrobatics or evasive maneuvers needed. But there was still something about this mission that had him on edge. He’d heard a few of the Seals saying something about a friend in the compound, which didn’t make sense to him. As far as he knew, Flare and Fireball had the intel, not Hazard. Well, who he thought was Hazard.

Bob’s eyes narrowed behind his glasses. “Sure. And I’m Santa Claus,” he said sarcastically. “You aren’t hiding anything. You care about Bear and now you’re worried about her. Am I right or am I right?” He’d cut Jake off, forcing the other man to stop in his tracks.

“You’re wrong,” Jake snapped, pushing past the WSO and headed across the tarmac to his plane.

“No. I’m not. You can’t fool me, Hangman. I know what longing looks like.”

Jake spun around, his green eyes full of frustration and anger. “I don’t care if you know what it looks like, that’s not what’s happening here. There is nothing happening,” he snapped.

Bob just smiled wryly. “If that were the case, you wouldn’t have bitten my head off just now. Look, I don’t care. But whatever this is,” the WSO waved his hand around vaguely in Jake’s direction, “Figure it out. You can’t afford to be reckless on a mission like this. I won’t have you putting Nat in danger because of your girl problems.”

Hangman rolled his eyes. “Sure. Whatever.” And he turned back around, storming off towards his plane.

The bespectacled WSO shook his head. This wasn’t going to end well. Not with Jake unable to control his anger. Whatever was or wasn’t happening between him and Bear was Jake’s business, but it left the other man with a blind spot the size of the Commander they had met weeks before. He sighed, hurrying in the direction of his plane, ignoring the curious look on Natasha’s face as he climbed in behind her. “Watch out for Bagman. He’s in a mood,” Bob warned his pilot.

“Any idea why?” Phoenix asked, turning to look behind her. “He was fine earlier.”

Bob shook his head. “Not sure. He wouldn’t tell me, but if I had to guess, I’d say that a certain friend of ours left an impression on him.”

“Damn.”

“Yeah.”

A little ways off, Jake sat in his plane, staring holes into his control panel. Fuck Bob for knowing what was going on. Fuck this whole situation. In fact, fuck him for not realizing just how far he’d fallen for Bear and for not realizing how compromised he would be. “Fuck!” He yelled, slamming his hand against the window in anger. He couldn’t let her distract him. He knew for a fact that she wasn’t distracted by him at all right now. Jake scrubbed a hand over his face, blowing out a deep breath. Calm. He could be calm. “No one would know the difference. How could they?” He thought.

Maverick’s voice sounded through the headset. “Bear has a timeline. T-minus 25 minutes or thereabouts. We need to be airborne before she gives us the signal. Hangman, Coyote, are you ready?”

“Yes Mav.”

“Copy.”

Maverick nodded to himself. “Phoenix, Bob?”

“Ready to go, Mav,” Phoenix replied.

“Halo and I are ready too, Mav,” Omaha said as he double-checked a few switches in the back.

“Copy that. Wait for the signal from ground control, fly safe,” Maverick told them, watching from the command tower. He and Bear had agreed that he should remain behind on this hop. There was no reason for him to be airborne unless an emergency happened, but Beta team was still hanging back on base and could be deployed in seconds, so it really didn’t matter in the end.

“Alpha team taxiing,” he said, switching channels to speak directly to Bear. He heard her affirmation before switching back over to his team. “Go get them.”

That was all the pilots heard before the command tower gave the signal and off went the four aircraft. They swiftly entered formation, flying low enough to avoid radar, allowing the aircraft to glide through the night sky straight towards their target that lay enshrouded in darkness 366 kilometers outside of the Riyadh air base.

They could just make out the compound from the air when Bear’s voice crackled through the comms system. “Alpha squadron how copy?”

“Copy Phoenix.”

“Copy Coyote.”

“Copy Omaha.”

Jake swallowed the lump in his throat before replying “Copy Hangman.”

Bear was clearly only listening for the first reply, because she nearly cut Jake off halfway through in her need for information. “Location status, Phoenix.”

Jake looked down at his own screens, ready to reply. He just wanted any last bit of communication with Bear that he could get. But as he glanced down, he noticed a small light blinking in the corner of his vision, diverting his attention away from what Phoenix was saying.

Something wasn’t right. But as he opened his mouth to say this, Bear’s drop command cut him off before the words had even left his throat. “Alpha squadron. Banshee. Banshee.”

“Copy,” Phoenix replied before taking off through the sky. Only minutes later, the first bomb was dropped from her plane, hurtling towards the compound below. Coyote and Omaha followed suit, their own bombs finding homes in different corners of the compound, as Jake flew in to drop his own. The pilots swung around, the last few bombs raining down on the compound and they watched the flames spiral up and up into the night sky.

There were some words exchanged between the Seals down below that echoed through his headset, but Jake barely heard a word that was said. He was too deep in his own mind to even think about what was happening on the ground and he wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

“Mav just radioed in. Watch the ground for any mobilization. The recon teams have any stragglers but he wants us to take out a few ground patrols before we head back to reload,” Phoenix spoke in his ear.

He nodded before remembering that she couldn’t see him. “Got it, Nix. I have eyes on a few.” And he did, just below him, a few wounded were piling themselves into vehicles with the intent on driving to the other compound not even a click away. He wasn’t going to let that happen to Bear or Fireball or any of them, so without a second thought, he opened fire on the truck, watching the explosion seconds later.

He heard Coyote on his wing taking out another truck, before he swerved away, yelling something about guns on the ground. Jake followed suit, weaving out of range and rejoining Halo and Omaha a little ways off. “I only saw the one,” he told them gruffly. “Not sure how many other vehicles will be mobilizing, but I think we got the more important shit.”

“Same here,” Halo replied, checking her controls before calling out to Phoenix and Coyote. It had been ten minutes since the original breach by the Seals and after a quick radio into Maverick, they took off back across the desert to reload their weapons for one final run.

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Jake was the last one to touch down and he was up and out of the cockpit in a flash. He knew something was wrong with his plane, what it was, he didn’t yet know, but something wasn’t right. “Where are you?” He muttered, stepping under the aircraft to inspect the underside.

“You good?”

Shit. It was Rooster. No doubt Bob or Nix had told him and now the biggest pain in his ass was standing in front of him.

“Peachy,” he snapped. He was sick of people asking if he was okay. He wasn’t, but that was hardly the point. All Jake wanted was to fly the last leg of this mission, meet up with Bear, and go home where they could finally act on their feelings for one another.

Rooster raised an eyebrow. “It certainly doesn’t look like it.”

“You know what?” Jake spat, whipping around to glare at the man in front of him. “Fuck off. Everything is fine, so stop asking. You can tell that to anyone else too.”

Rooster nodded, chewing on his lip. “Look. I’m gonna say this once, and then Mav is going to get involved. Sort yourself out. Clearly being on this mission with Bear is clouding some part of your judgment,” Bradley said in a quiet voice. “I don’t want you to get benched because she’s got your panties in a twist. Take a walk and come back or let someone else fill in for you because someone is going to get killed.”

Jake just shook his head in disbelief. “Whatever man. It’s fine. Something about this whole thing doesn’t feel right and I can’t be the only one who’s noticed.”

“You aren’t. But this isn’t a Navy base. We can’t just go accusing people of things,” Rooster reasoned. Now that he actually thought about it, Hangman was right. He thought back to the group of Seals he’d overheard earlier talking about their plan. Something didn’t feel right to him either. “Take a breath, get your head on straight, and get back up there. Maybe Bear’ll give you a kiss if you’re good.”

“Fine. But keep an eye on things down here. I don’t like being around this many chair force pilots, they make me itchy,” Jake told him, his anger slowly dissipating.

“You and me both, man.”

Jake snorted. “I’ll watch out for them up top too. Can’t deal with Nix’s girl if she gets hurt.”

“Deal.” Bradley gave him one last nod, before walking back across the tarmac towards his own plane, leaving Jake to try and find the problem on his own.

Unfortunately for Jake, he saw Bob and Phoenix climb back into their seats, opening up the spot for him to reload his bombs. “Fuck,” he swore, racing to clamber up into his seat and taxi his jet over to the end of tarmac where Bob and Phoenix had been moments ago.

Moments later, he was ready to head back out but that little blinking light kept flashing and as of now, he still had no idea what was causing it. But that was a problem for later, right now all he could do was just fly the mission. He listened to the command tower okay him for take off, so that’s what he did.

Despite what he’d tell Rooster, the chat actually helped him. It gave him another point to focus on, and he couldn’t get the other man’s words about Bear out of his head. “Maybe Bear’ll give you a kiss if you’re good.” God he hoped so. But for now, he took off after Coyote, flying back in the direction they had just come from.

The flight passed quickly and Jake kept thinking about the image of Bear he had from earlier that day. She was standing under his plane, a teasing grin on her face as she bugged him while he did his checks. He could almost feel the warmth of her gaze on him, burning him wherever it stopped, and the mere thought of seeing that look in her eyes again had him grinning under his mask. Only a few more minutes until he’d be back on base. A few more hours until he’d see Bear again, dressed in her tactical gear that had given him pause when he’d seen her in it for the first time back in North Island. Somehow she made it look like a million bucks. The ease in which she wore it made him smile, and he now knew how good those pants made her ass look, which was a definite plus.

Thinking of her was enough to bring him out of his funk. His head felt clearer than it had since before he took off the first time, and he felt sharper. Hell, he’d even go as far as saying he felt invincible. It was like nothing could touch him.

He was almost at the compound when his aircraft started behaving erratically. It would jerk up every few seconds, and while it stayed up in the air, it diverted a lot of his attention to figuring out what the hell was happening. It was also at this moment when Bear’s voice filled his headset, nearly making him groan at her timing.

“Flyboy, what’s your ETA to target?“ Bear asked.

“Not too long now, Bear. About 45 seconds to drop.” Jake’s voice was tight, the words bitten off as he tried to focus on keeping himself airborne.

Another bit of static filled his ears before Bear spoke again. “Are you okay up there?”

“Just peachy, Teddy. A couple of lights are flashin’ but it’s nothin’ I can’t handle,” he replied distractedly as Jake flipped yet another switch, trying to figure out the problem. “Fucking hell, what is happening?” he mumbled under his breath. Jake’s hands were shaking, from adrenaline or fear, he didn’t know. But it was definitely making his job just that much more difficult right this minute.

Coyote was the next to respond. “Anything we can do to help?” He glanced back at his wingman and started to slow down. He wasn’t about to abandon his friend with no warning.

Jake watched Coyote begin to drop back, and shook his head. “Just keep going. I’ll be there soon,” he told his friend. “Just give me a few min-” he cut himself off. Jake had just glanced down at his controls once again when a sudden burst of light and noise erupted from the ground below. Jake’s eyes widened and he went to swerve to the left, trying desperately to avoid whatever it was that was incoming, but to no avail. He wasn’t getting out of this. His heart sank, knowing that this was it. Whatever it was that was incoming would be his end and he was scared. Despite everything he displayed, Jake was afraid of death. Downright terrified of leaving his friends and family behind, so he closed his eyes. Just for a moment against the burst of fear that shattered every bit of resolve he had left.

He saw his team, his family, the highlights from deployments flash before his eyes, a slideshow of his best memories playing one last time. And closing out the show was Bear. The only woman that he could say for certain he’d ever truly loved aside from his mom. Every moment spent with her was like a balm to the bruised pieces of his heart. She had made him believe in love, and now, he wouldn’t see her wide smile again. He wouldn’t feel her gentle touch or hear her laugh. So for once in his life, he let the tears fall as his plane burst into flames.

He’d barely had enough thought to try and eject. But he did. And when the pieces of his jet rained down on the sand, Jake sent out a prayer. A prayer that someone would find him. That Bear would find him.

Jake crumpled to the desert below. Around him, lay the wreckage of his faithful F-18, and goddamn if that wasn’t enough to make him cry. But he had other priorities now. Fuck the wreckage and the plane that was lost, Jake had to find shelter because whatever that shot him down was going to come for him once they saw the parachute deploy. “Fucking Saudi Arabia,” he growled as he went to stand but found he couldn’t when a blinding pain shot up his leg, nearly making him pass out.

Glancing down, he saw a large piece of his control panel embedded in his thigh, blood seeping out around it. That piece of metal was likely the only thing keeping him alive right now, so he knew that no matter what, he had to try to move and not dislodge the shrapnel. “Clearly someone decided that it was ‘fuck up Jake’s life day!’ Well fuck whoever that was!” He yelled into the darkness, growling as he unhooked his harness, and began to hobble across the sand in the direction of some of the larger pieces of his plane.

It felt like hours. Each step sent a near blinding pain up through his entire body and he found himself desperately trying to keep himself from vomiting or passing out. He was wandering in a haze of pain that undercut every movement he made. Even breathing hurt. But he kept going. Through the pain and despite the blood rolling down his leg into his boot. He would keep going if it meant getting to see Bear again.

It took a long time, but eventually he reached the fragmented body of his plane and Jake sobbed in relief. The emotion caught in his throat as he stumbled another step forward, collapsing on his side near one of the larger pieces. “I’ll just take a break,” Jake thought to himself. “I can take a rest.”

But his green eyes fluttered shut, his body giving out as he finally passed out from the pain and exhaustion, completely unaware of the advancing enemy.

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A/N: So… yeah. Thank you to @startrekfangirl2233 @dakotakazansky and @sarahsmi13s for proofreading this. And yelling at me.

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