#that is still such a genius nickname for them and I can’t get over it

[slttygeto]

Satoru is convinced that nothing in this world can affect him. He doesn’t really try to hide his emotions even when they are considered to be negative and so if anything, when he starts to notice that a person is annoyed with him, he makes sure to tell them that he does not care and would not change himself for anyone in this world.

That was until you came and flipped his world upside down. Quite literally. Satoru is left breathless by your presence, your charming smile, your personality—he thinks that he’s never met someone as charismatic, as strongly opinionated and when he finally asks you out on a date and you say yes, he’s over the moon.

Satoru falls in love with you and he falls hard. It doesn’t take a genius to notice that you’ve got the man in a chokehold and that he would do anything for you. He can drive two hours to get your favorite dessert, he can also give you more of the blanket when you start shivering in bed at night. What Satoru can’t do, is let you leave him.

“But—I don’t get it, what did I do?” he is confused, heartbroken. This is the first time he’s shown any emotion around you that wasn’t literal infatuation and you can’t find it in you to tell him that you just fell out of love with him.

Please stay.

“You didn’t do anything, toru—“

“Don’t call me that.” He cuts you off sharply. “You don’t get to use that nickname on me when you’re breaking my heart,”

“Sorry, force of habit.” You mumble as you put more clothes in your suitcase.

Why are you packing your things? I still want my bed to smell like you.

“…Why are you leaving me?” he asks again and this time when you sigh in annoyance, Satoru feels unloved. He wants to change himself for you, he cares about what you think of him—what have you done to him?

“I am leaving you because you deserve better.”

“Bullshit. You’re leaving me because you found better.” He spits out venomously and you chuckle bitterly.

Have I been bad? Do I truly deserve this?

“Didn’t you say that there was no one in this world better than you?”

“Whoever has your heart.” He says and you look at him, confused.

“Huh?”

“Whoever has your heart is the only person better than me.”

Satoru watches as you leave and never look back. Days turn into months, and it’s eventually been years since you left him and he can’t seem to pick himself back up. He knows he will never love again, knows that he will never let somebody in ever again and he accepts it.

Gojo Satoru bitterly accepts that he was never meant to be loved.

Maybe in another life.

[fanficwriterlover]

My Choice Our Consequence

Chapter 4 : Trusting in Your Safety

Summary: Now that you and Simon have worked out on living accommodations for your soon to be born son. You're getting closer to your due date and everything has been... moderate to say the least. But will you and Simon overcome the barrier of trust ?

Call-Sign or Nickname: Hera or Lil Light

Word Count: 10.6k Words

A03 Version

Your POV

Honestly it’s been, something having Ghost…well Simon around whenever he wasn’t at base. Sometimes you wished someone would pinch you to remind you this wasn’t some fanfic imagination (or is it ?)…

Either way, it’s been about two months since you and Simon agreed to work together to raise the child. Was definitely going to be like co-parenting but you both had everything planned out. Being both apart of the military had definitely played a part in both of you being detailed and determined to ensure everything goes according to plan.

Your mother sometimes found it laughable how much you two have over planned on every detail. But to you two…it was just having backup plans and touching all the bases.

Last month, Simon insisted on helping with the nursery along with your Uncle Daryl’s help. They revamped the once guest room into the nursery, painting the walls a light blue that you and your mother picked out. They put together the crib, with its no climb corners and fluffy mattress.

Every extra detail, from the cabinet full of diapers, baby powder, cleaner supplies and necessary items. Closet full of clothing of different apparels some even Simon disagreed with needing but you found it important your son have all different kinds of clothing for different occasions.

This also includes the bookshelf full of books to read with him, and basket of toys that your son can pick from. Everything was ready. Least to your mom and uncles opinion

But to you and Simon, there was much more to be done before he shows up. As of now... Simon stood in front of you across the island his elbows resting on the marble counter while you sat on the high stool with your iPad open tapping away on the screen, as you two discussed…

Simon gruffly states “We are not naming ‘im that.” He huffs holding his cup of tea to his lifted mask lips. This is the closest you’ve come to seeing him, honestly it killed you not knowing what he looks like still.

Like Gaz joked, if your son gets all the genes from him then you could possibly know what he looks like. You sigh softly rolling your eyes “Why not ? I think Xander is a cute name…” you bite at your lower lip.

Yes, this was the hardest task of them all, coming up with an agreeable name that you both would like. He glances at you, over the edge of his cup “Over my bloody damn body. Next.” He grumbles taking a sip. You grumble “Fuckin’ hell.” You scan through the list of names so far that you’ve found off the baby name dictionary. There was over a million of name choices for boys. Yet, so far, as you two gone through different meaningful names, none popped out to either of you.

This made you worry, you were expecting in about 28 weeks now…you have a check up tomorrow and neither of you have come up with a name yet. What if you two are too late ? What if when your baby is born that you two can’t agree on a name and have to call him “Baby 1” until you agree on one. It made you stress a bit. And that’s why the two of you always postponed the topic.

“Simon…we can’t keep rejecting every name…I’m only 28 weeks away…” you say lowly, your other hand resting down on your stomach. You begin to trace circles on your stomach.

Ghost’s POV

It didn’t take a genius to see how stressed out you were. The more weeks that went by, not only did you get more emotional but the lack of comfort made it impossible to do anything you used to. Ghost has no experience with women pregnant. Only memories of hearing about his once sister in law…but that was a touchy subject for him and he couldn’t bring himself to remember the last image of her.

Yet, sometimes he couldn’t help it…stealing a glance at you. You were someone he treasured now, much to his resistance, and he feared his presence would alone put you in danger. That never seemed to bother you though... He wanted you to start trusting him, to understand him for why he is the way he is...one day, he will. Just not today.

Your POV

Fall, was slowly shifting to winter, the chill in the air made it insufferable to want to do any kind of work. From just even walking outside to get the mail you did not want to go out into the cold air to retrieve it. “Ugh...why is it already bloody cold.” You huff, setting down your tablet down. Your hands stretch out to wrap around the hot cup of cocoa. It was the one drink you could have, since caffeine was off the table. Tea was more something you savored in the mornings and evenings but you have been recently craving chocolate so this was the best you could get for now.

Simon grumbles in response before leaving the kitchen to stalk somewhere, “’Snt it always ?” You huff at his remark rolling your eyes then stroking your belly.

Ever since Simon got back from his recent mission he been hounding you in every way. Shoot, the man wouldn’t even let you make yourself a cup scared you’d burn your belly. As if when he was gone you never did but you allowed him to be overprotective.

You take a slow sip from your cocoa, unlike you who rushes the process of making cocoa, this cup wasn’t as good as the ones Simon had made for you. He always made it perfect. He always made sure to use fresh cocoa and simmered a kettle of fresh milk (non fat since it was safe during pregnancy) he followed the doctors orders to the T. Which is hilarious, because you’ve seen the man ignore doctors orders after breaking his ribs to go to the gym to spar anyways.

As you mindlessly sipped your cup, you forgot to blow on it and burned your tongue, letting out a screech before fanning your tongue. Regretfully dropping your cup, as it crashes down onto the hard surface of your tile. What you didn’t expect was the man himself to rush to your aid as if you got attacked by an intruder. He jumps over the couch with ease, taking in the scene.

You can see the perplex in his eyes as if analyzing the situation seeing what the cause of your yelp was. Taking in the scene he immediately relaxed his shoulder just slightly satisfied that there was no actual harm, except the kind you’ve made for yourself. He strides over to you “You good ?” you blush seeing him ever so close, his cologne reaching your nose. Despite you being sensitive to certain smells, it seems your nose never got tired of smelling his cologne. His eyes study you then he reaches out to take your hands which puzzles your mind until you see his eyes squint down.

That’s when you see the red tint on your fingers. You burned yourself when boiling the milk. Blushing a bit and mumbling softly “Ah..that was when I was warming the milk…nothing serious.” His sharp eyes look down to meet yours.

Yes down…the man towered over you insanely…

“ Didn’t I ‘ellya to leave the cooking and shit to me…” he grumbles the words before withdrawing himself “I know…but Simon I’m not entirely helpless.” You pout, but you can see his eyes briefly crinkle…did he smile ? “Mhm…right….Go sit down. ‘ll clean it up.” You were about to protest but a sudden punch in your stomach had you gasping out.

Simons eyes blew up, seeing you putting your hand on your stomach as if reeling from a pain. Once you composed yourself, you see Simon’s outstretched hands bracing you at your elbows. You start laughing softly out of breath “Holy shit…your son’s a kicker.” You take a breath. Then meet his eyes as he gives you a puzzling look. It was endearing to see the stone cold lieutenant confused and unable to understand what was going on.

His almond brown eyes look at you confused “What ?” he asked sternly, as if the idea of you giving birth now made him feel taken by surprise. You laugh at the slight confusion plastered on Simons face. He seemed even more taken back that you’re laughing after showing signs of being in pain. However you feel a slight instinct while you have him close…

You gently grab at his hand, one he flinches from the sudden contact as you look into his eyes, “Trust me ?” you ask softly waiting for confirmation to proceed.

Ghost’s POV

One minute you were grasping onto him for your dear life, nails digging deep into his hoodie sleeves, then after a few breaths your laughing about it. He couldn’t figure out what to make of the situation. His mind still reeling if there was something wrong with the baby for you to react such a way.

Yet, when you ask him to trust you, it was like a whiplash. You know he questions anything to do with trust. The idea makes the Ghost want to crawl out and pull away. However, the Simon part of him wants to reach out and grasp onto this new unknown feeling…

No it wasn’t unknown…it was just something long forgotten and buried from years of betrayal.

When you asked him this, he felt deep down he could trust you. From the missions together, he trusted you. Against his better judgement. He trusted you and confided in you in a moments weakness for both of you to be in an intimate moment together. He trusted you from the moment he saw you again and was willing to give him a chance because despite him breaking it, in honesty you were willing to give him a chance.

He wanted to take a chance with you. Even if it was unfamiliar territory and he didn’t know what he was going to be walking into.

When his eyes meet yours, you give him the most doe eyes imaginable…

There’s just something about the way you look at him which makes him want the Ghost to stay in a corner and allow Simon to revel in the contact and embrace this new found feeling of interaction. So…for once…he let his guard down.

Nodding his head slowly, he didn’t know what to expect when you took his hand. They were still in his signature skull leather gloves. But it was the kind of contact that felt like electricity coursing through his nervous system. Slowly and tenderly, you soft hands guided his to rest on your stomach. For a moment he was confused by this…until he felt it.

It was subtle. Like a poke onto his palm. Their son was kicking.

For the first time, your son showed no signs of life, the doctor having to reassure you that he was very much healthy and breathing. You would joke it was because of him that their son gained his personality. However, now it seems your son wants to let you two know he’s there.

It was a moment for sure. Simon didn’t know how to feel or even know how to acknowledge the feeling he was expressing.

True happiness.

The little bundle that gave you and him a chance of unity to work together. An experience he never thought imaginable until he met you. It was a moment he wish he could keep with him forever. Especially as he looked down at your face.

You had the softest smile on your face, your eyes closed feeling the little kicks hit against your stomach as you still press Simons hand on your stomach. Seeing you in your cozy autumn dress that snugged your body, just reaching to your knees and your hair, down . You looked perfect. This moment felt perfect. For once it was nice to experience something mundane. To experience something he’d call…

His family.

It was this moment he wanted to give himself entirely to you, swear to you, open up to you. Yet, he figured when the time was right he would. For now.

Soaking in the moment of their little life they created. Who for once Simon was eager to meet. Yet, he’d never would admit it out loud, especially with the guys pestering about it. But he’d shrug it off and tell them he just wants your suffering to end.

It felt like the world stopped in that moment, it was just you two enjoying this moment together, Simon couldn’t resist it. His other hand slowly reached up to your cheek. Your eyes watching his every move. Yet you didn’t say anything. He was hesitant. But you just looked at him, almost reassuring him to keep going. Your doe eyes bore into his, they weren’t of hunger like the night you two laid. No it was a different kind of intimacy. One of companionship. But most of all…

Trust

He gently stroked your jaw line, as he slowly leaned closer to your face….

Your POV

He kept leaning closer by the minute, your heart was pounding harder than ever. You can’t believe this was happening. Was he going to kiss you ? His eyes drift down to your lips. It was a subtle question without words needing to be said. You knew what his eyes was entailing. It was something you learned to understand about him long ago.

Slowly you let go of his hand that still rested on your swollen stomach. He had no intentions of withdrawing even after your hands were off his. You slowly reach your hands up to the edge of his mask tucked under his hoodie. His eyes don’t leave yours. He’s watching you. Studying you. Seeing what next move you do. But there’s no sign of discontent. He wants you to do this. You can tell by his eyes. They speak so much more volume that any words spoken can comprehend.

You tentatively begin pulling up his mask, my eyes remaining on his as you do this. You’re expecting the worse as you slowly pull it up, but he doesn’t recoil or stop you. No. He just keeps looking at you.

So you keep going. Passing it just over his lips, revealing his perfect lips, that are slightly shaded pink, his stubble jawline as if carved out of a statue. His jaw adorned with tapestry of scars. Some danced along his cheek, it seemed long you were only seeing the tip that seemed to run up. There was one that crossed over the corner of his lips. You remember that one, when you two were together that night. Even though it was dark and everything was rushed you remember pressing light kisses over it. Almost wishing for those awful memories of it to wash away from his perfect skin. But it was something you accept and love about him…

Wait love ?

Do you love Simon ? Maybe….or maybe it’s just your hormones..

He looks at you still, my eyes meeting his, as you slowly lean up, he seems to lean in as well and just when our lips were grazing each others…

His phone rings…

He withdraws so fast it almost hurt. His eyes seemed to squint, almost as a sign of annoyance…He seemed to almost wished it had happened but at last, someone had to pop it.

You clear your throat eyeing down to his pants where the phone rings “You going to get that ?” for once you see him contemplate almost considering to ignore. For a few seconds you see him battle within himself…it was painful to watch the Ghost himself wanting to rebel. So you made the choice for him. You slowly withdrew from the close contact as you feel the heat rising in your cheeks. “I’m going to go….um…make another cup.” You leave the room quickly, well at least as quick as your legs could take you as you headed back into the kitchen. Stealing a glance at him as he looks your way, rolling his mask down as he digs into his pocket for his phone.

Ghost’s POV

We were so close to kissing, and of course something had to disrupt it. It felt like luck was never on his side. As always all the good in his life gets taken from him even from brief moments.

He answers the phone. He was agitated from the disruption and the person on the other was going to hear how angry he was for the intrusion.

“What you want ?”

Price : “Aye…good ‘earing from you too Simon. What’s with you eh ? How’s the little light ?”

“Price…” Simon felt the pit of his stomach dropped. “She and the bugger are fine.” He leaves the living room going outside to take this call, he couldn’t risk you hearing it… “What’s the news ?”

He hears Price hum softly and slight shifting in the background, he was readjusting himself in his seat, means he doesn’t have something good to say... “Ah…we got a lead. Shepard will fill you in. You’ll be dropped at the base in a couple days. That’s all I can share over the phone…”

Simon stayed silent. His eyes casting at your complex, this mission was important he knew that…in fact in most cases he would’ve put that before anything so why…

“Simon…I know you have a lot going on…I don’t blame you for wanting ou-” “I’ll be there.” There was silence for a moment as Price let out a sigh. “ ‘Right, I’ll send you where to go. You leave Monday (the day was Thursday) Good luck Simon.” With that he hung up. Looking at his phone screen silently. Hearing the words Price was going to finish he couldn’t even process those words.

Out ? This is all he ever known. Sure things are different now…but are they ?

He began second guessing his choices now for allowing himself to get close. Perhaps going on this mission will do him some good. Ghost heads back into the complex where he finds you finishing your new cup, but this time of tea, that you just poured for yourself. As you were letting the bag rest inside your cup, as the warm water seeps it.

Your eyes meet his, and once again he feels Simon wanting to crawl out and take over, but he shoves him down. Ghost needed to be present. “That was Price.” He watches as your features shift, it was brief it was a slight sadness peeking your face. But you recovered quickly averting your eyes from his looking into your cup. “Ah…when do you leave ?” you start dipping your tea bag up and down into your cup looking into it, deeply. As he says lowly “In a ‘ouple days.”

Your eyes look towards him…it once again made Simon want to claw out, the need to be there for you. But he can’t . Not now knowing he has to leave you at such a bad time. But you surprised him….

Your POV

Yes, the news hurt, the sudden change in his aura as he went back to being Ghost. Cold reserved and untouchable. It hurt how quickly his demeanor changed towards you. However, you understood. You have been in his shoes and you knew it would be inevitable. That came with the job. You guys were stuck to this life whether you wanted out later or not. The job demanded you.

You were an exception given your predicament. But you knew this was what Ghost lived for. It’s all he’s ever known. Nodding your head slowly. “You should probably get packing than, shouldn’t ya ?” you let out a low dry laugh. It seemed more of a huff then a laugh. But the fact was…it was amusing.

Of course you knew the reality of the job. If a lead came up of course they’d jump at it. Especially knowing the urgency for the mission. You didn’t know the full extent but you knew enough, and your time in the field to know such. You sigh softly “Look…Simon. You don’t need to worry about us. I told you this.” Your eyes meet his, his eyes remained unmoved from you. He was looking to see if you were covering up with lies, but they weren’t they were genuine.

“When you find the chance…reach me. I’m sure by then he’ll be born…” you bite at your lower lip. As much as you would love Simon to be there during birth you sure as hell weren’t going to make him feel guilty for leaving or make it seem like he has to choose. No, now more than anything he deserves to know he’s welcomed back. You smile softly at him, approaching him slowly.

He doesn’t withdraw as you approach, his eyes never leaving your movements as you drew closer as you gently reach your hand up, watching his expression. Ghost doesn’t budge or withdraw though, so you place your hand on his masked cheek. “Trust me?” You reach up as best you can against this tall giant. He lowers himself down though, enough so you can press a kiss onto his masked cheek before looking into his eyes.

He didn’t need to say a word.

You saw all the conviction in his eyes to know he planned to come back for you and their son…

“Thomas…” you blink at the sudden name…as you recalled his brother name being Tommy. Then you slowly began to understand, he wanted to name your son after him.

“Thomas…I like it.” You smile softly holding his gaze, he seemed to appreciate it. A part of you wandered if him wanting to name their son after his brother was a way to prove better. Almost swearing this time…he won’t lose his loved ones. You knew nothing would happen. Simon would return from the mission when it’s over and get to meet his son. Maybe things will play out better for you two. You don’t know…but you were willing to see what this choice leads to.

The Next Day

Honestly from the events of yesterday, you nearly forgotten about your appointment for today.

It was thanks to your mother reminding you before she left for work, and Simon sudden urgency to usher you out of the complex into the car.

To say pregnancy befuddles your mind was an understatement, you could barely think straight. It was painful to think too. Your once strategic, organized, and determined mind was a train wreck.

It could be from the lack of sleep now, you felt so bloated, but also it was impossible to get out of bed comfortably let alone sleep. It seemed your unborn was like his father, in the quietness was when he made himself known. Which he would either kick your stomach to the point you had to sit up and walk around or he demanded food to be deposited into your stomach. With which you’d made a late midnight snack.

Since being closer to your due date, and time flying by effortlessly, you started noticing Simon insistent on staying in your complex to make sure you get the help you need. Because of this, your mother had decided (since she has so grown to love Simon) that she’d stay at your uncle’s place while Simon was present so you could lean on him more. Of course you hated that she left you with him, sometimes his silence was unbearable and you worried you burden him with helping you with tedious tasks. But perhaps it was because your mother knew nothing would happen while he was there.

So, Simon spent most nights in your mother’s room that she loaned to him. However on some midnight scouring through the refrigerator, you’ve learned he would often sleep on the couch. Mostly because he knew you’d wake up craving something and didn’t apparently trust you enough to open a simple yogurt container. Silly little things like that he worried about your well being. As if you were out on the field fighting for you life, Simon was there at your six to keep you safe from such tedious civilian tasks.

Oh, and driving with Simon has become quite the most stressful part of the trip. The man, bless him, as big as he was must drive crazy do to discomfort. He was a bully man for the matter and being used to harsh conditions he drives almost like a madman. I’m always bracing the handle on the door because, his turns were painfully sharp. But you know the wiser, correcting or even judging a man’s driving skill is not a debate to go on. The drive was of course short, since the man nearly blew through 3 stop lights, you knew he’ll probably get tickets about it. Wondering how embarrassing that was you were the reason for his reckless driving. Yet, he got you there safely.

Pulling into the hospital parking lot, it was packed. Rows of cars lined up, but Simon found the most closet spot to the entrance as possible. Yes, the man drove through every single aisle in the lot to find the BEST one. Sighing in relief you release the seat belt buckle freeing the slight pressure that was pressing over your chest and lower abdomen a bit too tightly. You were just collecting my bearings for a few seconds, before feeling the coolness brush your right shoulder.

Glancing over, you see Simon had already hopped out of the truck and was now opening your passenger side door. You take the chivalrous act turning yourself in the seat, it was much harder to get in and out of cars. Especially harder, in a big pick up truck, that Simon drove.

Luckily, Simon, was there to help you, his large arm nearly caged you in the front as you use his arm to balance yourself and ease out of the car. He doesn’t touch you, just uses his body to help you get out. It was such a subtle gesture but meant a lot. Because, your mother would’ve struggled much more trying to help you out. “Thanks...You didn’t have to.”

You knew that was a lie, you did need it, it was painful to change positions now, your growing baby, had decided to expand ever so more, your once small physique outweighed by your growing baby who just so happens to have the DNA of a giant. Yes, this still bugged you. Of all men to get knocked up by, why did YOU have to do it not only with your lieutenant but the biggest man you ever known. Was a cruel joke the thought of pushing out his baby often sent shivers down your spine.

Simon must’ve noticed as you can see the squint in his eyes and crease in his brows “You cold ?” you wave you hand dismissively supporting your back as he walks closely at your side, on your right of course. “No, I’m fine. Just uncomfortable. God I can’t wait to push him out.” You huff, even walking barely a mile was an effort. You were already out of breath by the time you both entered through the automatic sliding doors.

The hospital was bustling, taking in patients and front desk ladies answering calls. Simon tenses from the atmosphere. This is his first time coming with you. From your last checkup, he simply drove you and your mother and your mother would go in with you. This time after many attempts at persuading him you won over him.

And Simon, wore something less terrifying than his usual apparel. He wore a black surgical face mask, it went up over his nose, he had no black smear paint over his eyes for once, but his hoodie cloaked his hair and shaded his eyes from the light. Immediately you sat yourself down in the chair, Simon however, stood near you. Like a looming bodyguard, the man just did NOT know when to relax or let his guard down. You could see his eyes shift to every person in the room as if waiting for some surprise attack.

A part of you didn’t blame him for this habit, when you first started having to live as a civilian you doubted every single person. You can’t imagine how untrusting Simon must be feeling, to be so exposed and you’re certain to him, the worse part was being weaponless.

However, him being on edge was not helping your anxiety for this appointment. Yes, you trusted your baby was fine but it still didn’t stop your mind from worrying. Slowly you reach up and touch his arm.

He nearly jumps. But of course he’d never admit it. He looks down at you, seeing it was your harmless hand resting on his arm as you say lowly “Relax Simon…you’re stressing me out…also you’re making everyone else anxious-” he huffs under his mask, giving an eye roll as you look at him serious not going to put up with his attitude “I mean it. You either sit down or there will be hell.” His eyes look at you seriously, debating if should challenge that minor threat.

But of course, you were a women to your word. And you’d never forget. In fact you planned to give him an ear full about his demeanor. You were okay to an extent but sometimes you just wish he let his guard down when in civilian area so he didn’t stress you or anyone else in radius.

Finally he grumbles lowly, moving to sit in the seat to your right, near the entry, as he finally sat done. You couldn’t help but smirk, the chair looked ridiculously small holding him. It was a miracle it didn’t collapse. That would be a humorous sight.

Now he was quite the sight himself, standing 6’4 practically lean killing machine. His mystery aura probably was an attraction to many civilians, especially youthful ones. As just so happens a bunch of teenagers were gossiping and giggling in the corner of the lounge. Why they were there was beyond your brain capacity, they seemed too young to be pregnant…was that normal in society? You felt so old…

You could hear little what was said but tried not to feel the bubbling feeling in your chest “Oh-My-God, he’s hot…” “He’s a tall dark drink of mystery” “I dare you to ask his number.”

Honestly, if these girls think their whispering was low enough they were not even trying. You couldn’t help but steal a glance at Ghost. His eyes focused dead ahead at the front desk. Surely he was hearing the words these girls were saying.

It didn’t help he was in the most….hottest sitting position you’ve seen. His legs were spread arms crossed over his chest, you know he wasn’t doing it intentionally more for comfort since he barely fit the seat. But you couldn’t help how attractive he seemed. You didn’t blame the girls for finding him attractive, honestly you wished you knew if he was attractive without the mask too.

His deep voice broke your train of thought, “I can feel yer eyes on me y/n.” his eyes slowly shift to you, which made you blush. You didn’t realize you had stared at him long enough for him to notice. Than again nothing gets past his radar. “Well…can’t help it…you got quite the fan girls over there.” You snort.

His head looks in your direction, his eyes squinting obviously not finding it amusing as you can see his brows crease processing your features probably and attitude, as he then asks “You jealous ?” You could see the corners of his eyes crinkle, the bastard was smirking “S-Shut up.” You huff smirking trying to ignore the burning in your cheeks as he speaks again shifting in his seat “Plus I’m not here for bunch of kids. Got my own to worry about, yea ?”

How this man says stuff so casually astounds you. He seems too calm and collected it makes you wish you could open his brain up and know what’s running through it.

Ghost’s POV

Having eyes on him has always been something he had been used to. From recruits shaking to their bones of what he’ll shout, to his victims petrified of their life getting taken from his hands, and now civilians. This though, was something he’ll never get used to.

Civilians seemed to walk aimless with no purpose and oblivious to their surroundings. Without a care in the world. It sometimes baffled him how relaxed these people were, unaware of the raging war that he and people like him were fighting to keep the peace, that these people took for granted.

Yet, today, he was here with you, doing something so mundane to take you for your pregnancy checkup.

Honestly, he would’ve taken you here every day if he could, this whole pregnancy process had him on edge. He never felt so helpless in his entire life.

Unable to help you with all the weight you were carrying and the discomfort you were having to endure in order to carry his child. You didn’t deserve this, yet motherhood almost seemed to suit you.

His eyes couldn’t help but glance at you subtly when you would pretend you weren’t staring at him. You had the most earnest smile, too pure for the military, your hair had this shine to it, but in a way was done hastily in a messy bun. However, it looked attractive for you. From your clothes, you always wore something cozy and snug, today wearing a loose v neck top with a plaid jacket to keep you warm. Some stretchy pants that curved around your hips and thighs nice especially your protruding belly.

From your ripped nails (a habit he absolutely disliked one you did even on duty), fresh clean smooth skin, perfect face structure. Everything. You had bewitched him in ways he could never comprehend Which makes him think back to when you two laid together…it had been so long ago. But at nights it was something that plagued his dreams and had him wanting to experience it again.

Of course then a women in a white cloak approaches the two of you, sending him a bit more on edge with the women’s plastered smile. Was too white for Simon’s liking. She stops short of him, eyeing him before looking at you “Ah, Y/n ! Ready for your check-up?” she smiles at you…

So she’s the doctor…. “Yes I’m ready. Also this is-” You look to him a bit. He knew you were trying to be considerate in his choice of giving names…yet for you he’d let this slide. “Simon.” he says blunt and uninterested in interacting with the doctor, he only came to make sure the baby was okay as per your request, well more of begging.

You give him the biggest smile, hearing him use his name to greet the doctor. Just seeing you happy for something so minor gave you the greatest joy…why you held him so high he’ll never understand but he held you the same way too. You slowly stood up, getting to your feet, he gives you his arm, that was still in his pocket to assist, which you take his subtle gesture.

The doctor blushing and biting her lip, it bothered him. The way she looked at him. He only liked when you looked at him that way but something in him wanted to snap at her for such but he refrained. Instead walking behind you as the doctor led you to the ultrasound room.

Entering the room, he had to duck his head a bit, the doors were definitely not made for men his height, obviously more for women. You giggled at his struggle as he shot you a glare which stopped your adorable giggles but still plastering a smirk.

“Alright…you know the drill, momma. Sit down, lift up, and relax.” The doctor was now getting the machine wheeled closer, and turned on. You turned to the laying chair, Simon’s seeing it was a bit high for you as he moved closer in front of you.

You give him a questionable look, but he simply gestures with his hand, that he’ll help you up. You take it, his arms tense as he helps you up, you blush when it seems to get into the chair with ease. Looking up at him you whisper softly, “Thank you…”. He simply nods his head stepping back to stay out of the way. Choosing to linger against the wall as the doctor comes to your side now, once you lifted up your top exposing your stomach.

It's the first time he’s seen your belly bare, you were never naked or wearing shorter tops since pregnant. You still had that tattoo on your right that that ran just under your arm down your whole side. It was a bunch of rose vines tangled around skull head, butterflies, ribbons, but most of all a peacock head with the feathers spread on the side pulling a chariot.

It was the most detailed tattoo he admired on you when you rested on your side beside him after you two were intimate. He remembered looking at the details put into it, and how it seemed unique.

He never asked though, but he did his own researching. Hera’s chariot was pulled by the peacock. Which made since considering your call sign. Not to mention the meaning behind Hera, as the goddess of childbirth, he prayed you had that luck on your side.

The doctor had spread some gel substance on your stomach just at your lower abdomen as she placed the probe there. The monitor on the screen started giving a swoosh sound and bit pulsing but it was all grey and white visuals. Until she worked the probe more on your stomach to show the view of…

Their son.

The doctor looked at the monitor seeing how the baby was curled in the fetal position all curled up. Simon felt an odd feeling looking at the screen.

It felt unreal actually seeing it on the screen. The doctor than began speaking “That’s a healthy looking baby. Wow I’d say he’s about…3.997 kilograms (8.13 pounds) !” you nearly groan inwardly as he did his best to stop himself from huffing a laugh. The doctor arches a brow “I take you’re the dad ?”

The question made Simon stiff but he simply just nodded his head slowly, which the doctor giggles “Yeah go figures, he definitely got the dad genes y/n.” you roll your eyes as you remained still while she continues to examine the monitor making sure everything else looks good. That’s when you brought up “Oh can you take the pictures. I want a few if you don’t mind.” The doctor smiles at you nodding her head. “I figured you’d want that. I’ll send to you via email and I’ll print out a copy that you can pick up at the front.” She smiles, clicking on the machine to capture the ultrasound picture and having it printed to the printer at the front desk. His eyes never leaving the ultrasound.

He couldn’t help but glance at your face. You looked happy, admiring the monitor of your unborn child. It was a moment he would remember. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride at that being his son he’ll get to meet when he gets back from the mission. He definitely had a reason now to come back.

Your POV

After everything seemed clear, the doctor went over what to expect with the contractions and asking where you would be giving birth.

Then even gave advice that Simon could help you with by doing the gentle lifting. This of course made you blush as you sat on the examination chair “It’s a great exercise and harmless. Relaxes the body from the heavy weight you been carrying that child. Plus Dad will get an opportunity to see how much weight you’re carrying.” She laughs softly “I can show you how to do it dad if you’d like to help her ?”

A part of you knew Simon would definitely feel uncomfortable with that suggestion or even volunteer to do something remotely having to touch someone. It’s something about showing attachments in public that isn’t his forte. In fact you only feel he stuck around for the kid sake since he probably wanted to be better than how he was raised.

You could see Simon shift uncomfortably his eyes darting away as if the idea wasn’t something he wanted to express or do. “Ah…it’s okay. I think we sho-” “Show me.” Simons deep British accent seem vibrate in the room. All eyes were on him now. You were nearly gaping, but looking at him uncertain wondering if he only was feeling obligated to do it for the doctor to not judge “Simon…really it’s okay. Let’s just g-” “I want to.” He stops you which makes you blush from embarrassment. The doctor laughs softly “Okay then ! Y/n stand up and Simon right ?” he nods his head.

You stand up getting out of the chair as the doctor comes behind you “Alright, so what you’re going to do is links your fingers together like this” as she shows her both hands linked then stands behind you. You awkwardly stand there unsure what to expect. “Then you come behind, make sure y/n you can lean back into me..now I’ll use my legs to just slightly bend and keep back flat then slowly lift…” the moment the doctor lifted your stomach, it felt like all the weight was well…weightless.

It was so satisfying…you almost forgot how it felt to not having carried so much weight.

In the moment your eyes slowly flutter close you can hear the doctor continue to lecture “Only lift about two inches, should do it. Now when you release you have to do it SLOWLY.” She gives you a few minutes enjoying the session before slowly lowering your stomach. It was relaxing for the moment and made you almost wish she hadn’t stop. However your eyes flutter open, looking to see Simon’s eyes were on you.

It made you blush realizing how relaxed you were in the moment that you were unaware of his watching eyes on you. “Alright dad. Ready to try ?” you blink realizing what was about to happen as you watched Simon push himself off the wall. He nods his head at the doctor as she sits back to observe. Your heart beats harder as he walks around behind you, his looming presence all so familiar as it made you feel déjà vu when you had first met him…

2 Years Ago 141 Meeting at Base

The helicopter hummed loudly, despite the headset you wore to dull out the loud blades. You had your hair braided down over your shoulder to keep the wind from whipping your hair in your face and you wore a cap to keep the strands down. Your eyes shift as you feel it began to descend hitting the landing platform. Once confirmed the pilot let you know you can get out. Which you hastily do so, standing up keeping low as you open the side of the chopper. You had your duffle bag swung over your shoulder as you climbed out.

The blades made your hair fly crazy but you kept low until clear from the blade. Finally taking in your surroundings of your new base it was exciting to be working with Captain Price. You had met him on a mission many years ago in Urzikstan where you assisted in helping Karim escape. Luckily you weren’t needed much for medical side, but you did aid in freeing commander Karim’s men and women. However she would never know, you were a female that was there. Most times you wore attire that hid that you were a women.

It kept the fights even. No one would go easy on you or suspect they were beaten and killed by a women. That’s how you liked it.

However the main reason you hide yourself, was how you got your name…

“Ah Hera ! You made it.” You turn you head having dazed off as you noticed Price striding over to greet you.

His muttonchops were fuller, you remember the last you two had spoke he was considering growing out a beard but was unsure what style. It was very unique style yet suited him. You gave him a tender smile “Captain Price. Wouldn’t miss joining up with an old friend now.” You smirk. He shakes your hand fondly then gently pats your shoulder “Why I picked you for my taskforce. Come. The lads will be joining soon.” He nods his head for you to follow which you do.

He gives you a brief tour of the base, seeing the gym, cafeteria, lounge room, medical wing (your favorite) his office, meeting room, baths (as of course he had to mention there were no separate ones for women but would ensure you had a key to lock when using it,), and lastly your bunker.

Your name plate was plastered on the door in a silver plate with your rank y/n, “Hera” and your l/n. Price opened your door with ease showing you, your neatly made room, with the bed in the corner, pale beige walls, old wooden floor boards, a desk and chair, a counter space in the corner where you can buy your own appliances for small kitchen ware and a small closet for your clothing.

Typical base room. Small simple and tidy. “Thanks Price.” You smile at him as he smiles back, his muttonchops crinkling as he smiles as you could no longer see his dimples cheeks when he smiles, but you knew they were there “Please y/n, no need for formalities, you can call me John” you smirk “What ? Already playing favorite Cap ?” you give a wicked grin as he simply chuckles shaking his head stepping to your door. “Ill see you tomorrow for briefing. 0600 sharp. Rest of the lads will be in tonight. Rest up.” He nods his head, as he leaves you in your room.

Taking a breath, you decide to look around the room taking in the surroundings and debating on what you could do to lively it up when you get the time and chance to go shopping. For now you planned to rest up, and unpack. Tomorrow will be when you meet the rest of your team. You had heard their names but was not permitted to seeing their files on each one. Probably because you’ll be meeting them anyways. For now…you needed rest so rest was what you planned to get.

Next Day at 0400

Your alarm blared annoyingly at your bedside stand as you moaned annoyed. As much as you should be used to waking up this early your body however seemed to hate every moment of it. Groggily, you reach over to stop your alarm, after embarrassingly missing the stop button after three attempts, you finally silenced the cruel bastard.

Slowly you positioned yourself up so that you didn’t fall back to sleep and grabbed your hygiene stuff and spare clothing to go get ready.

Peeking your head out the room, the bunker halls were silent, you were the only one up at this hour, thankfully. You slipped out of the room and shut the door quietly aware your other teammates were probably trying to get every last bit of rest they can muster. You make your way to the bathroom, you planned on at least making yourself presentable today. Having brought your towel and other hygiene supplies, you began showering first to wake yourself up.

Dipping yourself under the cold running water to wake you, while you waited for the water to warm up, sent shivers down your spine. Taking cold showers was definitely a way to wake you. But once the warm water hit it made you melt. You could stay under the streaming water forever, however, today you planned to make a good impression.

After finally finishing cleaning yourself up and drying yourself, you began to dress into your attire. After putting on your sports bra, and boxer pants (yes, they were more comfortable to wear underneath heavy cargo pants and military attire. Plus no lie, it curved your ass nicely) then put on your thick beige cargo pants that had plenty of pockets. Then putting on a tight long sleeve camo top. It was a collar type with a zipper and you always kept the zipper halfway down to make it breathable.

Once you finishing dressing and tying on your duffle boots, you got your hair slick back in a tight bun using some gel that slicked your hair perfectly.

Satisfied with your apparel, you glance at the watch on your wrist, it was 0500, you had an hour to spare. Walking out of the bathroom with your discarded clothes and hygiene you went to your room to return your stuff then decided to grab yourself a cup of coffee to wake up before heading to the meeting room.

However what you didn’t expect, upon walking into the lounge where the coffee maker would be, was a tall looming man cloaked in all black hunched over with a cup. The man was massive it was insane. You couldn’t help but freeze, like a deer in line of sight of headlights. The man surely wasn’t military was he ? He must’ve sense your presence as he side glanced you, barely shifting his head to glance back at you. His eyes scan you head to toe, before you hear a huff.

‘Whats his problem ?’ you frown at the odd behavior as you slowly make your way over to grab yourself a cup “Um, Morning, sorry wasn’t aware someone else was up. You are?” his eyes glare at you annoyed as if your question was the most ridiculous thing he heard. But instead of pleasantly answering, oh no he turned and left. Just up and leave. You stood there dumbfounded wondering what the hell the man problem was for him to be so cold. ‘God…he must not be a morning person.’ You roll your eyes as you begin to work on your cup of coffee.

By 0549 you made you way to the meeting room where it would be taking place, you have yet to see anyone aside from the grumpy cloaked man.

Opening the door to the meeting room though you see Price eyes look up to your figure as he smiles “Ah Hera. You made it.” yet, he wasn’t alone. Two other member were seated. One was muscular, he had a nice round chiseled face. Beautiful blue eyes, but you’ll never admit that to him and a Mohawk. He seemed lively as he spoke up “Aye you ‘ust be Hera ! Names Soap.” He gives you a toothy grin, odd name for a handsome face, you dare not question that name. “Nice to meet you.” You nod your head to him, as the other man who you knew smirked “Good seein’ ya Hera. You gotten taller ? Or is it just your boots ?” he smirks playfully as you roll your eyes “Tough love Gaz” He laughs softly, his laugh was too pure for this world, as his slightly curled hair was under his ball cap, wearing his light blue button up rolled up sleeve shirt under his vest. He always was a handsome man, even since he was a little boy he was handsome and you two were close buddies since middle school and through boot camp.

Just when you were about to question where the last member was “Um so where’s the other gu-” but Price spoke up, and his eyes weren’t on you but rather something or rather someone behind you “Ah, good of you to join us Ghost. Lads…and erm lass meet Lieutenant Riley. You can call him Ghost.”

As if slowly registering all the eyes shifting behind you, you slowly glance your head behind seeing him looming behind you. The man was tall. It was insane how much he over towered you, it made you feel incredibly small with a bunch of big men. Yet he was different.

Looking up to meet, his almond brown eyes, that were piercing down at you, you could see hint of blonde of his lashes despite it smeared with black paint, and his face was covered with a mask, that had a literal skull plate on top of it that had chips on the eye rim of the skull. The man was menacing yet as beautiful as death. You couldn’t help but swallow the lump that was slowly forming in your mouth as you couldn’t tear your eyes from him…working with him was definitely going to be interesting…

Present Moment

It was hard to believe they were literally in the same moment as before. You were looking up at the menacing man in the past with fear as he looked at you once with distaste . However after doing missions together, the two of you had worked up a good bond, a respectable one that had each other’s backs . Yet that led to an unknown attraction, one you’d presume was just lust that resulted in well…your predicament.

Simon gently leaned forward, you felt his broad chest at the back of your head as your felt his chest muscle flex when his arms slowly, hesitantly encircled you. Your heart raced harder against your chest, this was just him helping and you were making it seem like he was kissing you.

God why could you feel his breath through the mask against your neck, it made the hair on the back of your neck, go up. The moment your felt his muscular arms go around you, it made you almost shiver but you forced your body to stay still. The moment he had his hand gently coming under your stomach, your breath slightly hitched. Even though his hands were gloved, it still sent your body into a huge heat wave.

You prayed with all your might be didn’t notice how enflamed your cheeks were or how his subtle touches sent your body emblazed. Then when he slowly lifted, of course having followed the instructions to the T, the moment he lifted your stomach you felt yourself lean more into him, and he was pressed into you.

When he lifted you could definitely feel, his biceps were flexing as he held your stomach, he seemed so gentle for hands that could be so brutal. It was impressive how he could be ever so careful when needed to be. You didn’t even think it was possible.

You don’t know how long he was holding your stomach, or what the doctor may have commented, probably praising him for doing a good job, but in that moment you felt….

Safe.

It was the only word you could describe the feeling. Even if it was something Simon wasn’t keen to do, you honestly don’t know his reason for wanting to do this…but you felt this made you feel completely safe from everything. It was a comfort you were neglected having as a child. When you threw yourself into the military you wanted to harden yourself to not rely on anyone for safety, yet meeting Ghost. That changed everything.

From the moment you two first went on mission together, you wanted nothing more than to trust him and knew he’d keep you safe no matter the cost.

He showed that multiple times when you put yourself in the line, a few times to save wounded or even take a risk, and every time. He was there having your back.

So now…here he was…weaponless, out of his comfort zone and having to do something gentle, you felt entirely safe once again.

You didn’t even realize how relaxed you were that you had leaned into him and let out a soft sigh. After some minutes, you feel him slowly lower your stomach, the moment ending but it was nice. Even better than when the doctor did it.

She seemed pleased nodding her head “Well you seem like a natural ! Okay ! When you start getting contractions, call me ! We discuss by then. I have your number and your mother’s. I’ll send you some things to read okay ?” You nod your head. “Thank you Doctor. Andrea.” You smile as she nods her head opening the door out of the room then leading you both to the front desk.

You could sense Simon lingering behind you as he followed you closely. The doctor goes behind the front desk walking to the printer as she grabs the ultrasound picture. There was 3 printed out as she handed them over to you from the desk. “Alright. You both are set ! Can’t wait to meet the little one.” She smiles giving you both a wave. As you do the same. Looking up at him, you smile at him holding the pictures.

Ghost’s POV

When doing the belly lift exercise, a part of him worried he may hurt you or the baby. Yet, he was very intent on following the doctors direction to the exact T. He watched intently as you expressed a sense of relaxing when doing it. Like it was the first kind of relief you experienced since being pregnant. All the more reason he wanted to do this.

When it was his turn, his eyes landed on you, you seemed nervous. Was it because of him ? Even when he got behind you he could tell your heart rate increased and you were trying to control your breathing. It was as if his presence makes you flustered. However he tried to control his own reaction to being right behind you and having to actually touch you more closely than he’s ever done.

When he carefully lifts your stomach, immediately he realizes how much weight you’ve been having to carry. ‘Bloody hell…no wonder she’s barely sleeping.’ As he holds your stomach up, he couldn’t help but feel proud at how much of a fighter you were. Not only were you fighting through the pain of carrying the child but also you were willing to do this alone if he didn’t plan to be there for you.

There was a sense of regret as he felt the slight strain in his muscles, honestly it was impressive to him how you didn’t complain as much as you did.

However, he regretted having to leave in a couple days for this mission. Knowing you’ll be going through this alone. Even though he knew you wouldn’t be entirely alone having your mother and uncle a part of him hated it wasn’t going to be him. He just hopes the mission will be done without any complications.

Once he slowly lets go of your stomach, even though he’d willingly hold it for you as long as you needed he finally let go knowing you’d want to go home and get off your feet. Especially how swollen your ankles were.

As they left the ultrasound room and made their way to the desk, they once again passed the young girls who once again began staring at him. Briefly he saw your face slightly twist with once again jealousy. Why you would get jealous was beyond him…you were much more than some teens and it angered him you thought less of yourself when you were carrying their child.

All the more reason he couldn’t resist casting a quick glare in the girls direction which obviously got the message clear enough as they looked terrified. You luckily were all the more unaware as he remained close behind you as you collected your pictures.

The smile adorned your face would be that of the sun, it was bright and gorgeous he wanted to capture the moment himself.

They both then walked out of the hospital, finally as they make their way to his truck. As they drew near he steps ahead of you when they drew near opening your door for you. He then holds out his gloved hand for you to help get into the car, it was something he thought even if minor you seemed to appreciate it instead of trying to pull yourself in. With his strength he eased you into the passenger seat. Once he was sure you were safely seat he shut your door then walked around to the driver side.

When he got in. He noticed you had already put your seatbelt on and was looking at the ultrasound photos. He couldn’t help but smile. You seemed so happy just since the growing baby in your stomach and it made him smile to himself seeing you this way. As he put the key into his engine, your hand reached out onto his. For a moment he thought something was wrong as his eyes looked down at you. Then you spoke “I want you to have one.” You extend our in your hand one of the ultrasound pictures. They were small yet perfect. “That’s if you want it. I don’t know…maybe just something to hold onto to-” you pause, as he watches your face turn teary, you were getting emotional “Sorry, nevermind. Silly thought. I know you don’t wan-” he didn’t even realize he said something until he saw your eyes flutter up to meet his.

They looked so innocent and pure. Sometimes he couldn’t believe you used to be able to take men his size down in a heartbeat. But a part of him like seeing you this way. It made him want to protect you even more. Which is why, against Ghost’s better judgement. Simon said it. “No. I want it.” Simple words.

He could see you were wondering if he was being serious or not so to prove it, he reached out for the little printed picture that you let him take as he took a glance at it briefly before pulling out his wallet. “When I’m on the mission, plan to put it in my vest.” He mumbles lowly, he could see something drop in the corner of his eye.

When he looked it was a tear. And another. ‘Fuck…was it something I said ?’ but then he saw you smile…god you were really bringing out Simon more and more. He then reached his gloved hand tentatively, to your cheek. Once again his eyes watching for any withdrawal or dislike.

But he saw none, and you had already begun to reach to cup his cheek as well. For a moment he expected you to pull up his mask again but instead, you lean forward and press a kiss over his mask on his cheek. Right where his left cheek scar crosses over. It was almost as if you knew the story behind the scar, because in that moment, he felt his walls slowly crumble, and he pressed his forehead against yours.

It was the closest you two have ever been And honestly, he was grateful you weren’t pushing him. You knew his limit and respected. And this made him feel trusting in you. Because you trusted he’ll one day open up to you when he’s ready. Now he planned to when he returned from the mission…everything.

He doesn’t know what you two will be when he comes back. Or how you two will be having a child together but he knows more than anything he wants to put his trust in you.

That’s his next mission…

You and their unborn Thomas.

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MORE MORE MORE KORTAC INSPIRATION HAS HIT LETS GO

Hutch, my man, is a computer genius

However his true power remains long unknown UNTIL a bet comes around

During one of the team game nights, König loses and is forced to reveal a story about a scar not gotten in the field

He shares a long scar running up his forearm and says it’s from a dirt biking accident, mentioning that there may be footage of it somewhere

He doubts anyone actually saw it since it was only aired locally

Hutch says ‘if I find it, can I show it to everyone?’

König responds (he is a little drunk) ‘I bet you can’t find it, but if you do I’ll owe you one favor AND tell you another story of a scar, just you.’

Time passes and people move on. It’s a while before they are all able to have a full team game night together

Before they can start, Hutch gets them all to the rec room, his computer hooked up to the TV

A long video file ready to play as everyone sits down.

‘I win our bet König’ was the only warning everyone got before Hutch started a video of a 15 year old König dirt bike racing in the mountains on old footage.

Clear as day, near the end battling for 1st, a kid nicks König’s bike and he falls off the hill into the deep mud on his arm

Quickly getting back up, he fights for the top spot. In the final stretch, König passes the kid and flips him off

Then proceeds to mock him while on the podium with his still bleeding arm, gesturing that he’s crying then laughs and points

Safe to say a fight broke out and the footage cut off

Hutch was standing there a little to proud of himself, and he does receive his special story

Out of solidarity, he has not looked at anyone’s search history on base.

Hutch, Declan, Oni, Roze, Zeus, and Horangi are great singers and have amazing range

Stilletto, Zero, and Askel should never be allowed to sing and aren’t banned but they will get glares

All of KorTac are a little sadistic in battle, but there is definitely a range.

Surprisingly König, Stiletto, and Oni are at the top of this list. Callisto is the only one who will force them to stop.

Oni can, will, and has cut off arms with his katanas just to leave them to bleed out

König likes to use a sledgehammer when available, he swings so it hits the enemy’s head but there is usually a wall of floor to meet them.

He has a biting problem too. If you put your hand on or near his mouth he will bite you through the mask if need be, fingers have been lost and König thinks it’s hilarious.

All of them carry a spare balaclava in case comeones is ripped, most often Horangi’s or König’s.

Some of them take medication for many things

Most for PTSD and depression, König for those and anxiety and insomnia (caused by his anxiety and depression)

The man is bad WITH his medication, without it he is so much worse. As an unmedicated kid who needed meds, he would hardly leave his room and would panic attack upon returning

The days that he misses, he locks himself in his room and cries all day

Though one of the lesser religious of the group, Klaus embodies the Christmas spirit the most

Though, he acts more like a demented Santa

Singing carols with twisted lyrics as he completes his missions, finishing with a ‘ho ho ho, and have a merry Christmas in hell’

He gained an affectionate nickname of ‘Krampus’ given to him by Fender and König who grew up with it.

It was not out of kindness or humor that they gave him this name like everyone believes.

To strengthen his bond with the name, he researched several different traditions over many countries with the creature and began to terrorize them all.

Fender and König were terrorized the most and their childhood trauma/fear was used against them.

Declan found this especially funny. You could tell Klaus just pranked them is Declan was seen with tears in his eyes.

Eventually, Fender and König call him Krampus throughout the year, while the rest stick to just Christmas time.

Zeus, although very polite, can be incredibly judgemental.

If someone eats something he deems as disgusting, he’ll scrunch up his face and give this horrified look.

This look has spared no one and made several people cry.

The reveal of König as a Colonel had shaken everyone. Apparently Zero was the only one who guessed right but was under the impression König had no idea how he got there

Which, to be fair, is kinda true

[p-e-e-b-s]

| Don’t you dare |

-paring(s): Minho x Gn!reader

-summary: after being in the scorch for god knows how long, you finally see an out, but what happens when a sudden thunderstorm takes over?

-categories (? Idk what to call this part): Established relationship, thunderstorms, lightning, light swearing (I think), Minho nearly dies (we’ve all seen/ read it), angst (I love tmr angst), second person pov (you, yours etc), based on the movie but use of W.I.C.K.E.D because I think it looks nicer, light swearing

-a/n: fist maze runner fic ever ! I love tme angst so much I can’t lie yk. Also can I just say that Minho has so,e fucking cool ass lightning strike scars ?? Not mentioned in the fic but I just felt I had to point that out.

-760 words

It seems like a lifetime since your move out of Janson’s facility (or rat man, as your boyfriend kindly nicknamed him) , and you were starting to feel like it was a bad idea.

You shook the thought as quickly as it came, reminding yourself that the shelter was just another one of W.I.C.K.E.D’s cruel tricks on your mind.

Now, you were off to find the right arm.

‘That’s your plan? Mountain people? Really, Thomas?’ You had asked him when he had graciously shared his genius plan to the rest of you only after he’d dragged you out of the of Rat man’s hospitality. You weren’t convinced at the time, thinking it was just Thomas being paranoid, but as you thought about it more, it started to make a lot more sense. The fake-looking suicide of Ava Paige, the desperate rushing of your saviours in helicopters, and of course, the questionable pickings of people going to the safe haven. Now, you had found out, there was no safe haven, only a secret testing chamber. Rows upon rows of people just like yourselves, hooked up to machines, literally having the life drained from them, now only sacks of tissue and bone. You shiver at the fact that would have been you in their place, if you stayed forpossibly as little as a day more. You’d never admit it to him, no, but you’re genuinely thankful for Thomas, the amount of shit he has gotten you all out of and continues to get you out of is nothing short of heroic.

‘Y/n? You alright?’

You hadn’t even noticed the group all looking at you, too caught up in your own mind, until Newts voice filled your ears.

You gave them a reassuring nod. Minho gave your hand a comforting squeeze and shot you a smile. You kindly returned it.

As you’re all gathered around the campfire, your eyes begin to struggle to keep themselves open. You lean your head on your boyfriends shoulder just as they eventually close fully and lull you to sleep.

***

‘Guys, wake up.’

Thomas’ urgent voice invaded your mind as you woke up. You darted your eyes around to find what it was he had to wake you all up for.

You found it.

Lights.

It may not seem like much to any onlooker, but for you guys, this was paradise; right now in this very situation, this was your safe haven. It looked like a thriving community- well, ‘thriving’ should be taken with a pinch of salt, but for lack of a better term, they were indeed thriving as much as a community could in these circumstances.

Your group had better get a move on, not just because most of you were severely dehydrated, but also because of the thunderstorm that rolled above.

It was angry; and it was coming right for you.

You hadn’t even noticed Minho grabbing your hand and tugging you toward civilisation until you nearly face planted on the sand. However he still continued to pull you to the rest of the group, concern looming in his face. After reassuring him you were fine, he had let go of you and let you run slightly infront of him (when you both know he is much faster than you).

A large scream was heard from directly behind you. You whipped your head around to find the source when you see Minho on the sand, unconscious.

And everything just stopped.

You rushed to his side, tripping over your own feet in the process, and you fell directly beside him.

‘Minho? Minho wake up! Please.’

You repeated these words over and over again, tapping gently but firmly on the side of his face.

Suddenly, Newt and Thomas were at your side, picking him up and dragging him to the building you were all running to. You followed behind closely, not letting him out of your sights.

When you all got inside, the two boys dropped him gently on the concrete. You were all huddled around him, shouting at him to wake up as tears fought to fall.

A voice croaked from beneath you, a pair of eyes fluttered open.

The whole group letout a collective sigh of relief.

A single tear rolled down your face, a light and breathy chuckle escaped your throat.

‘You’re not getting rid of me that easily, sweetheart.’ Your previously unconscious boyfriend joked, probably trying to soften the atmosphere.

‘You asshole.’ You said while laughing again and gently hitting his arm. ‘Don’t you dare do that to me again.’

‘I’ll try.’

[kiwi2229]

Books

(James Potter / Regulus Black | 670 words)

For @jegulus-microfic prompt: Mistake

Regulus is sitting in the compartment on the Hogwarts Express. He has his legs bent on his knees pressed against his chest. The ride is pretty long so he decided to have a bit of silence and left his friends about an hour ago. He was fortunate enough to find an empty compartment. The ride is always the same and after all those years Regulus memorised it. But now it feels different. And it doesn’t take a genius to know why. Regulus, for the first time, is not going back home to Grimmauld Place. He is never going back there. Instead, he is gonna live with his brother at Potters.

Sirius run away from home last summer and this year he insisted Regulus will join him. When his brother proposed this Regulus couldn’t agree faster. The summer without Sirius at the house was horrible. His mother was even more cruel and frankly Regulus doesn’t think he would survive another summer there.

The option of living with Potters saved him. But that doesn't change the fact that he’s nervous. He can’t effort to make any mistakes. He has no other place to go and more importantly, it’s Sirius's home. The last thing he wants to do is to ruin it for him. He will go there and be on his best behaviour, he will follow the rules and keep to himself. In the best-case scenario, nobody will know he is even there. Sirius always talks about Mrs and Mr Potter highly. They were supposed to be the kindest people Sirius ever met. But Regulus isn’t sure he believes him. Each household seems fine to the others including the Black family.

His thoughts are disrupted by the sound of the door opening. “Hello, Regulus.” The dark-haired boy greets him.

“Potter,” Regulus answers.

“May I?” He gestures towards the seat across from Regulus. He just silently nods. His brother’s best friend sits down and smiles at him. “I think you should call me James. We'll be living together after all.”

Regulus says nothing. He doesn’t know this boy very much. For him, he is his brother’s best friend and a great quidditch player. They didn’t talk much besides that.

“How are you feeling?” Potter asks and Regulus gives him a blank look. “I mean it’s a big change… not going back to Grimmauld Place.”

“I’m glad I don’t have to go back there.”

“I know. But still… Is there anything I can help with?”

Regulus sights. He promised himself he wouldn’t complain about anything. He will take whatever they will give him and keep his head down. But there is one thing. One that he would be miserable if he had to give up. He will if they will want him.

“What is it?” Potter asks and Regulus hates that his expression gave that away.

“I have these books with me.” He tries to push his luck. The boy looks at him confused. “They are muggle ones. I like reading them.”

“Okay. And?”

“Is it okay to have them at your place? Or it would make your parents mad?”

Potter gives him a sad smile and Regulus instantly hates himself for bringing it up. He doesn’t like seeing this boy sad. It looks wrong on his face. “Of course, it is alright. You can have any books you want.”

“Okay. Good.” Regulus whispers in relief.

“Reg…“ Regulus shoots him an offended look at the use of the nickname. Potter quickly corrects himself with laughter. “Regulus... I promise you, you will be safe with us.”

He nods because there is not much to say. He will believe it when he sees it. Potter seems to understand, and he gets up to leave. “I’m looking forward to getting to know each other better over the summer. You can show me the books you like.”

He is almost out of the compartment when he looks back at him. “If you need anything, I’m here for you, okay?”

Regulus nods once again but adds. “Okay. Thanks, Pott… James.”

[livinglouderx3]

SNStober Day 12 - College AU

Part 1 here:

Part 2:

„No way! “, Naruto leaned over the counter, coming face to face with Sasuke – too close. “We’re going to the same university! How have we never met before? I can’t believe it!”

Sasuke leaned to his side, resting his head in one hand – putting some space between them again - “We’re studying different things, so we probably don’t frequent the same classrooms. Your veterinary medicine courses are on the other side of campus as far as I know.”

“But on campus!”, Naruto raised his voice, his enthusiasm getting the better of him once again. “How have we never met anywhere there-“

Thank god that they were – as usually – the only one’s in the diner this late into the night or any other customer might have gotten annoyed with their round-the-clock conversation.

“I usually don’t spend much time on campus.”, Sasuke answered truthfully. He didn’t. Usually, when his courses were over, he headed straight home.

“Boring.”, Naruto mused playfully.

“I’m coming here to keep you company at four o’clock in the morning.”, Sasuke raised his eyebrows at the blonde. “I can leave if you’re too bored though.”

“No!”, the other almost immediately exclaimed, “Joking, I’m joking!”

Sasuke let out a small laugh. “I know. Usuratonkachi.”

Naruto gave him a lopsided grin at the nickname, and Sasuke felt his heart do a little flip, an uncommon reaction he still tried to place as it had never happened with anyone before. But before Naruto, he would have also never thought that he’d go out of his way like this – spending so many of his nights by now at a worn-down diner only because a certain blonde was working the shift and he had wanted to see him again. Sasuke should just ask for his number, so maybe then they could-

They could-

“Maybe I can show you around sometime.” Naruto suddenly spoke, pulling Sasuke out of his thoughts.

“Huh?”, he was confused. Show him around what?

“Around our campus, genius.”, Naruto smiled, leaning forward once again. “You’re definitely not living your university life to the fullest.”

“And you’re going to help me with that?”, Sasuke didn’t back away this time, raising his eyebrows in challenge.

“Obviously.”, Naruto nodded enthusiastically. Then, he seemed to suddenly realize something, “I probably won’t make it tomorrow though since I really have to sleep after this shift, but the day after tomorrow we could totally meet up!”

Sasuke felt his heart pound. That would be the first time they would meet up because Naruto wanted themto, and not because Sasuke was a customer who kept coming back and leaving him with no other choice. He averted his eyes, staring onto the ground for a short moment. “Okay.”, he eventually answered. “The day after tomorrow is fine. We can do that.”

He raised his eyes just in time to see the blonde light up. “Great!”

Naruto then leaned back a little, looking around for something. “Hold on a moment!” He hopped away from the counter, running back into the kitchen.  Sasuke took a deep breath. They would meet up. The day after tomorrow.

He didn’t have time to dwell on it though, since barely seconds later Naruto came back, holding up his phone in triumph. “We should totally exchange numbers so that it’ll be easier to meet up.”

Now, Sasuke just stared at him. Seems that Naruto had beat him to it, asking for his phone number. Wordlessly, he slowly nodded, taking his own phone out of his pants pocket, and opening his contacts. They were really exchanging numbers now. It was finally happening. Sasuke’s heart kept pounding the whole time.

When they were done, Naruto smiled at him. Sasuke smiled back.

[gothamslostboy]

The Lost Boys (Marko & Dwayne)

Love Languages <3

DAVID&PAUL MICHAEL&STAR

Marko

Giving:

Gifts

Words of affirmation

Acts of service

Physical touch

Quality time

He wants you to know that he thinks about you when apart, but thinks it’s too cheesy to actually say

So gifts it is!

He’s like a cat: he just takes whatever items he got for you and leaves it on your bed he also hisses at ppl but that’s not the point

If it’s a poly relationship he leaves a little note, even though he’s the only one that doesn’t hand it to you

If he’s being honest, he just really likes stealing things & making you happy adds to the thrill

He makes a mental note if you say that certain patches in a store look cool bc he wants to make you a jacket

The thing he hated most about his human life was how everyone just saw him as a troublemaking hothead, and never wants any partner of his to feel the way he did

He’s very supportive of new hobbies and interest

“Yo, you made this babe? Am I/(are) we dating a genius or what Paul?”

He’s like Paul in that he calls you nicknames most of the time, but still calls you at least a version of your name at times

He’s very happy to do things for the ppl he loves bc it means they trust him enough to ask

He and David get along especially well bc of this

The only times he might say no is if it’s an errand to close to sunrise, if he’s focused on art, or if he’s pissed at you

But he will eventually do it if he can afterwards

“Don’t worry Angel, your amazing boyfriend will take care of it”

Like Paul, he doesn’t care about any reputation & wants ppl to know you’re together

But sometimes you gotta let the man be

He won’t go too far in public, but he will do enough to earn some eye rolls from older crowd members

If he sees them he makes a note to “deal with them later”

In the cave, as long as Laddies not there he doesn’t care who sees

He likes to sleep between your legs with his head on your stomach(if you’re on a bed)

If you’re sleeping while hanging he chooses a random person to snuggle up close

The day the frog brothers came was the only time he didn’t

“Aww geez can you guys go somewhere else? I’m trying to eat here” “fuck off Mikey, there’s more places to eat around here!”

Marko doesn’t like most peaceful activities

Sitting together doing separate things in silence? He can already feel himself falling asleep

The only exception is drawing, but he still wants to talk with you

“Wanna see David in a sombrero? How about Star as Wonder Woman?”

If it is quality time, he wants to do activities WITH you or add one of the other love Languages to the mix

Receiving:

Words of affirmation

Acts of service

Physical touch

Gifts

Quality time

Like I said before, Marko had a bad time in his human life, so when you give him compliments he is over the moon

Especially if it’s not just physical compliments, though they’re also appreciated

If you like his art he might cry with joy

Then bribe you not to tell anyone he did

If he’s upset at himself, all he wants is someone to notice he’s trying his best

I hc that he is trans, so masculine nicknames do the trick

“Hey handsome, how’s it going?” “I love you Angel” he proceeds to stick his tongue down your throat

He really appreciates ppl doing things for him bc he used to be on his own for the most part

It still amazes him anytime anyone does something for him w/o expecting something in return

“So you just, decided to get the food for everyone so I wouldn’t have to stop drawing?”

When Star pieced his ear for him is when he first wanted David to turn her

He loves when you hug him for no reason

Hell he loves when anybody from the cave wants to hug him

Even Michael

It sends chills down his spine if you kiss below his ear

Every. Single. Time.

If you show him physical attention in public like an arm around him or a kiss, he can’t help but smile

He does need physical space at times and as long as you respect it when he tells you he won’t be annoyed

He likes patches and art supplies you give him

Maybe some jewelry

But overall just feels bad when you get him big/expensive things even though he does it all the time

“I know I stole you 10 things yesterday but this is a really nice shirt!”

He feels a little better if it’s stolen, but is still guilty that you risk getting in trouble for him

It makes him giddy at the same time

As long as it’s a small thing you know he likes, he gets excited and will immediately start thinking of how to incorporate it into his life

“Do you think Star would give be a second piercing so I could wear this at the same time?”

Again he needs activities you can do together and talk about

He really appreciates when you set up activities for him & you to do with some or all the other vampire ppl to do

Dwayne

Giving:

Quality time

Acts of service

Gifts

Physical touch

Words of affirmation

He’s a lot quieter than the other boys and I think that plays into how he shows love

Sitting together reading, listening to music, or just doing your own things is enough for him

He’d take his partners on bike rides separately, if it’s one of the boys he asks if they’d ride on the back of his bike

He wants you to know that you make him comfortable enough to let his guard down

If you don’t know how, he wants to teach you to drive a motorcycle

He’s like Marko: he sees you asking for things as trust

He likes doing things that you struggle with rather than little things

Have a hard time doing menial task? He made your bed and folded/ put away your laundry while you were out

Wants to make sure you’re alright and ur needs are met

Ok tbh, I struggled with the gift placement

I know it’s not low on the list, but it’s not high

He doesn’t so much get you things, but he will make you trinkets or help Marko customize clothes for you

He’s fine with PDA, he just doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable

He does it more and more once you get to know each other

He likes to cuddle as long as you aren’t on top of him

He will lay on you though

Mostly just holds & kisses your hand if Laddie is nearby

Like I said, he’s a quiet guy

He does compliment and say your attractive, it’s just not that often

When someone he cares for is upset or stressed, he lets them know he’s proud of them

“It’s ok Marko, that guy was a jackass but I’m proud of you for not fighting him here, I’ll help you catch him for dinner”

Receiving:

Quality time

Gifts

Physical touch

Words of affirmation

Acts of service

He likes when you just plop down next to him on the couch and do your own thing

You chose him to be near and he loves that

If you surprise him with a date night just the two of you he’s thrilled

Even more happy when you do activities with him and Laddie (taking them to get comics, drawing, teaching laddie to skateboard)

It makes Dwayne feel special when you get him things, even if it’s stupid

“Look at this little stuffed animal I got for you. I know it’s not your thing, but come on it’s a bat on a skateboard!” Literally looks at your with heart eyes

Takes VERY good care of the things ppl give him

Paul ripped a page of a book David gave him once and the others had to hold him back for a while

He may be nervous about touching you, but LOVES when you touch him

Literally anything: jokingly punching his shoulder still makes him smile

Plz massage this boys head, he doesn’t even realize that he lets out a moan or a whimper sometimes

Likes when ppl hold his cheek and do the thumb swiping thing

He likes to arm wrestle ppl too, idk why

He likes being told he’s doing good bc he gets really in his head about messing up

He was painting something for Star and messed up the colors, she said it was still wonderful and can’t believe how much talent he had

She was lifted into a hug so fast and NOBODY expected it

Comments on his appearance such as calling him handsome makes him flustered

Normally just smiles, shakes his head a little, and says thanks

Overall prefers he just does things for you

You don’t need to do things for him, but he likes it

The first thing that made him see Star as a potential sister was her giving him his piercing bc he always wanted one but didn’t trust the boys or himself to do it

If he’s nervous about messing up and you help that’s when he’ll probably compliment you

[sacredwarrior88]

What's Love Got To Do With It (Spencer Reid x OC)

Summary: Zafina Cartwright meets Spencer Reid thanks to mutual friends and despite claiming to not want a relationship due to her traumatic divorce, she still desires Spencer especially physically which leads to her feelings becoming stronger than anticipated and she lets Spencer go to protect her heart and his.

Warnings: Age gap (OC is 10 years older), mention of sex (18+ only), angst, brief mention of serial murder and rape

Tagging: @reidsbtch who inspired me to write this! Thank you baby! @reiderwriter

What’s love got to do, got to do with it? What’s love but a secondhand emotion? What’s love got to do, got to do with it? Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken?

Ice Queen. That is what most people called her. Ice Queen. Although the nickname was born out of derision and dislike at first, Zafina Cartwright owned it and it eventually became a term of endearment. Being in the military for so long made her develop thick skin and a hardness that made even the strongest of men fear her. Softness wasn’t in Zafina’s vocabulary nor was it in her nature.

However there was one man that changed all of that for her and was doing things to her that she never thought it possible for a man to do. Dr. Spencer Reid who was an FBI agent and major genius as well as 10 years her junior. Zafina’s ex-husband Emmett Washington was a serial killer and rapist and he absolutely ruined love and relationships for her. At first, all she wanted to focus on was her career and raising her 4 kids but they were growing up and her first 2 kids were already grown and out of the house. Her last two were teens but definitely independent enough to take care of themselves. This gave Zafina a lot of free time especially since she was getting ready to retire from the Army.

Enter Spencer Reid. She had met him thanks to her childhood friend William Lamontagne Jr who was married to Jennifer Jareau. Zafina never expected to hit it off with the BAU but she did with a quickness and the attraction between her and Spencer was obvious to everyone. Zafina was skeptical about pursuing anything with Spencer because of the age gap between them as well as not wanting to fall in love ever again. But she had needs and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t find Spencer very attractive.

Fast forward to a year later. Spencer was now laying in Zafina’s bed spooning her and kissing the back of her neck. Zafina shivered lightly as she felt a breeze against her naked body and smiled lightly as Spencer held her tighter. Every chance Spencer got, he was always at Zafina’s place and the sex between them was mind blowing to say the least. No man had ever been able to satisfy her like Spencer did! Not even her ex-husband! 

Zafina’s eyes widened as Spencer whispered those three forbidden words in her ear. The words that she told him to never say because she didn’t have the heart to love again. The words that she didn’t want to hear because she’d be forced to face her fears.

“I love you.”

“Spencer, don't do that. We’ve been through this. This is strictly casual, remember?”

“Yes I know. But let’s not pretend that we haven’t gotten closer in the past year either. I’ve been spending the night more and more and you’re even cooking for me every time I come over. I’m not going to deny my feelings anymore Zafina. I’m in love with you. And I would appreciate it if you tell me the truth. How do you really feel?”

Damn it Spencer! Why did he have to admit his feelings now? Things were going so well too! Zafina could feel her heart racing and she knew that she had to end things before someone got hurt. Deep down inside, Zafina knew that she loved Spencer too but she couldn’t risk having her heart broken again. Assuming she had one to begin with.

“I feel nothing Spencer. This whole affair has been purely physical for me. It’s been amazing don’t get me wrong but I have no love for you. I can’t give you what you’re looking for. I can only give you physical pleasure.”

“You can’t or you won’t?”

“I can’t. I’m sorry.”

If only Spencer could read minds and see that Zafina was lying. All she wanted to do was pull him into her arms and make mad, passionate love to him all over again while loudly declaring her love for him. But her fear was too strong to overcome and Zafina had powerful ice walls to protect herself. She wasn’t called the Ice Queen for nothing!

“That’s not good enough for me. I want all of you, not just a part of you. I can’t do this anymore Zafina.”

She didn’t say a word as Spencer got up and got dressed. What could she say? It wouldn’t change anything. It would just cause unnecessary confusion. Zafina had to let Spencer go for his sake as well as hers.

It was for the best. Or was it? Zafina’s heart was screaming for her to go after Spencer but her body wouldn’t obey. It was for her own protection. Or at least that’s what her mind was telling her.

“Goodbye Spencer.”

Those were the last words Zafina said to him before he walked out the door and her already fragile heart shattered into a million pieces.

I’ve been taking on a new direction And I have to say I’ve been thinking about my own protection It scares me to feel this way

[tabitha2]

I looked in the mirror and couldn’t believe it. I’m like seriously dumb blonde housewife. Wait, dumb ? And… wife ??? Oh. My. God. Like I’m too stupid to figure out what to do, with a brain like never passed 9th grade. Because duh. I’m like. Srsly. Sexy. Grades ? Being into girls ? Being young ? And in control ? Forget all that crap. It was never real and as I grew up, aged…

Stop, wait. I’m soooo confused. I had to take some selfies to believe my eyes. Omigawd I’m straight now ! I’m like this horny skanky mom who can’t stop herself scoring with the varsity quarterback. Even after my husband became the football coach. Husband ? Shit, I’m married ! With children who are some of them grown now. No matter what my mind thinks, or thinks it thinks, this is what my body does. Talk like a straight older woman, act like a mature mom. With my dried-up snatch that gets wet for all dick, and my obvious hard nips for any guy. I’m a pro nympho bimbo and it’s so much better as the MILF I was meant to be. Doing my eyes to hide the lines…

My eyes. Did they used to be that color ? They still are so damn pretty. Even with the wrinkles. Which don’t stop me from giving my cookies to all the hot senior boys— a new crop of young studs every year. It’s totally cool. I am what I see, and I gotta just like accept it. Putting on lipgloss as I back out of the driveway so I can give a super sweet smile to the well-hung dean of discipline. See how easy that is ? And how well it works ? It was genius to just accept my natural talent for getting fucked. Like a bimbo.

It’s like fucking is what I’m good for. And pleasing Men. And my face. My body. My… feelings ? I just love young cock ?! Sure I do. Before menopause it was older guys. But now. This must be the curse part they mentioned. I’m in heat and I gotta get laid. So ok. I got this. I know just what to do. I just do what I know. Use my God-given talent for taking what they put into me. Those teenage boys who are so eager, insistent, horny, and powerful.

Damn, I feel weird saying that, but it’s true. Every year I throw a big party, where I fuck the football team. And they nut in me. Just like always. Like I always have done since I was 16 or 14 or 12 or whatever. Who knows the father of any of my kids, really. I’m super in heat and I will do anything. Even fuck boring church-going Gladys and Joe next door, all the wrinkly couples who hook up when the brats are in bed. Yep, I’m the neighborhood piece all the pervs pound. It’s what us dumb girls do, so they like us, want us. You gotta please your Man. Your hubby. All the Men. I remember my mom telling me. Now look at me ! I have been doing this for more years than my kids have been alive. Using my body not my brain. Getting Men. The best ones. Every time I can. Sneaking around and having a blast. Think I’m so clever but everyone knows I’m a swinger.

I was like 25, now I’m going on 52. I used to be a cheerleader and I so support the team still. And I totally like guys ! Every one. Each and every fucking one. I support all the players, I boost all the events, I show up with a big smile and my tits as big as I can make them. And I drive the carpool. Gotta go get the kids. Gotta get my housewife bimbo butt over to pickup pronto. I play the game. From the sidelines. Behind closed doors. I can’t get caught being sexy, and I think I’m so good that I can get away with it. Gangbangs and all that shit…

What the actual fuck ? Shit. Sugar honey ice tea. This is, like, so no way. I gotta, like, fix it. The pride of the school in the form of muscles and manhood. Waiting on me. Throwing me on the bed or the bleachers or the ground or mmm yes. Now stop screwing around, drop a dress over that bikini, and get my ass down there. I know just what to do… uh huh. I’m so good at being an athletic supporter. Ever since I got pregnant and dropped out. And blew the principal to boot. He used to call me that nickname I had in class. Remember ? They all used to call me Highbeams. Stupid nipples that get me called stuff. It’s totally out of control but I let it run me. It’s not a curse, it’s a blessing. Just be it. Even as I hear myself sounding so silly. And know I never can. Never could. Never would, never will. Never. Never get out of this.

The demon was supposed to make me look like Megan Fox, not some dumb trashy skank of a small-chested suburb wife soccer mom past her prime who drives a bimbo box and had a ton of babies… but I don’t mind. I don’t have any mind to find it any. Might as well just fit in. It feels so good ! So right. And I have such school spirit ! I’ll just be as he made me. As I was born. As I will be. I’m a good dumb hot old wife for life until death do I part. Fuck yeah.

[sunflower-butch]

I’m posting Cyberpunk Ronance thoughts because it’s my blog and I can do what I want

I’m just, I know the game isn’t the best in the world, but god if the storyline didn’t break me, okay?

If you care about Cyberpunk spoilers (not including the show), do not read any further

I think there’s a lot of different ways this au could be played

I think Nancy being V makes good sense if you look at V’s characterization as this badass, ambitious person who ends up in a shitty situation but keeps fighting because it’s all she’s ever known. Bonus V and Nancy and GUNS and general badassery. In this version, perhaps Robin is Johnny—chaotic mess of a human who’s life went to shit, although I see her being less of an overall bastard. Robin in aviators? Robin in aviators. The banter between them with Robin literally stuck in Nancy’s head and apologizing over and over for literally being a sentient brain tumor? Kill me now. Bonus, Barb is Jackie, the good natured friend who helps Nancy and gets killed early on as a consequence of her and Nancy’s ambition. As much as my sad little heart loves angst, I like to think the ending could be twisted, like maybe they find Robin’s body so her engram can be put back into it and Nancy can survive. I just don’t want the ending to be sad, damnit. Panam could be Max maybe? Hmmm. Or maybe El.

I’m also fond of the idea of Robin as V, however, and it boils down to the V/Johnny relationship. Picture with me for a moment: Eddie as Johnny. He fits the bill too well. Bastard of a rocker boy who did drugs and has pretty hair. He gets stuck in the head of one Robin Buckley, and it’s instant wlw/mlm hostility (but it morphs into solidarity, I promise). In this version, I think Steve is heartbreakingly Jackie. Their personalities line up too well. Throwing a bone to the Steddies tho, Steve could be Kerry and all the Johnny/Kerry moments become Steddie. Then Barb could still be Jackie? Or Steve is Jackie and Barb is T-Bug, RIP. Who is Nancy, then? Well, I think Panam or Judy are both excellent options. Just think, Nancy Wheeler, the tech genius who reports and edits brain dances on the side, an ex member of the baddest girl gang in Night City, the Moxes? Sick. But! Nancy Wheeler, badass mercenary who strikes out from her clan on her own to follow ambition and independence, but eventually coming back as a leader. Tbh I’m leaning more the Judy route, as much as I love Panam. The underwater date? Nancy finally being vulnerable, showing Robin her flooded home? Memories of Mike—long since moved away—and her family? Nancy saving Robin from almost dying because of Eddie’s damn chip? Robin being so soft with her afterward? Nancy giving Robin her key? Also Nancy is a vengeful woman and the whole Clouds arc would be something she could do, I think—and Robin helps because ofc, it’s Nancy. THEY’RE GAY YOU’RE HONOR. And, because of course I’m choosing the ending where you leave with the nomads, Nancy leaves Night City with Robin, and she promises to help Robin find a cure (and they do because fuck you ambiguous game ending). I’m thinking this is the ideal scenario for me.

Or the above but it’s Eddie as Johnny, Nancy as V, Robin as Panam, I like that too.

Chrissy is undoubtedly Misty in any version, only she’s not dating the Jackie character because she’s a lesbian in my mind and you can pry that headcanon from my cold dead hands. Maybe Vickie is Victor (heh, Vic, same nickname) and they have a little tension going on with Chrissy’s Esoterica being right outside Vickie’s Clinic.

Maybe agent Owens as Takemura? Henry is Yorinobu, Brenner is Saburo. The female agent who’s name I can’t remember is Hanako. I feel like these all fit scary well.

Ofc Hopper is Saul, you can’t tell me he doesn’t fit that role damn near perfect. Most of the rest of the Hawkins crew are probably Aldecaldos as well. I’m thinking Jonathan is Mitch and Argyle could be Scorpion (I know that one is a bad fit but fight me on it, Jargyle boyfriends and also Scorpion/Argyle gets to live because it’s my au and I can do what I want). Thinking about El as Panam more now actually, her stubborn personality and whatnot. It’s vibes, okay? It’s 1 am, let me enjoy my brain worms.

Beyond who’s who: think about Nancy Wheeler with mantis blades. Need I say more? She’s a badass with a katana and throwing knives, and REALLY scary good at hacking. She has a professional cyberdeck and all the best tech. I think she’d be a Corpo background V. Don’t put her in hand to hand combat though, she is small and will get her shit wrecked.

But! Robin Buckley would have less tech. She doesn’t trust it—maybe she’s a conspiracy theorist, sue her. She’s a Nomad background V, and she is really good with bigger guns and weapons that require less finesse. I’m picturing her with a trusty baseball bat and a shotgun that she alternates between. When she does hack, it’s usually cameras and whatnot for stealth missions—but we all know she’s bad with coordination and most stealth missions turn into guns blazing missions. Oops?

[bonesandthebees]

Then there round 9 of “oh boy glass!Wilbur has trauma”. Adding the flashback is definitely genius. Both in an attempt to solve the ‘deadname’ issue and to let us know that their wasn’t really a point where Wilbur accepted that he was the Pythia. He didn’t get to accept it in his own time. They skipped over that part. He got dragged into the role kicking and screaming. He got kidnapped off the street. And then they beat any resistance out of him. He got brainwashed and now he’s clinning onto it because that’s what he’s been doing for so long to survive.

Also, Tommy finding his name is very interesting now because while it’s probably not the right method it seems to be working. Not to Tommy, but we can see in Wilbur’s inner monologue that it is. [Echoes of pain flashed over his knuckles, but at the same time, there was a sick sort of thrill that ran through him hearing Tommy say that name.] literally the trauma of being hit vs. the need to hear his name and fight back and be his own person. It’s still not his name and being called by a nickname hurts even more than the name because he hasn’t had that closness in years and it’s not like Tommy ‘earned’ the right to call him Wil, he’s just forcing his way in. It’s so complicated and messy and I am loving it.

Now more sad ralisations! I’d forgotten how touch starved glass!Wilbur was. Like it’s so bad even the metal hand makes his skin tingle. He’s going to be so clingy later on and that’s the only thing comforting me right now.

Then there’s this line [Every breath he took that wasn’t in service to Clara was a waste.] and I should have seen this coming. It was only one step away from [”Refusing Her calling is like refusing the reason you breathe.”] and yet it slapped me in the face. You know what else slapped me in the face? The fact that Wilbur immideiatly accepts and internalised this reasoning. Literally the next his breathing is pointless. Just instant acceptance that the best way he can serve his goddess is to die. And he’s so fucking loyal too. He’s terrified of dying. He does not want to die. Yet he still brings it up and tells the Deathlings they should kill him. Not in those words of course cuz he’s too scared to say “you should kill me” out loud.

I feel like part of that mentally is just not knowing what to do and what’s going to happen and being so done with it. He feels like there’s only one way this is going to go and he wants to prolong the inevitable while still being terrified of it. It’s also the agency thing again. He’s not choosing to die he just thinks that what Clara would want him to do.

Also also, Wilbur is not a bad person! He’s done some stupid shit *cough* he almost killed a kid *cough*, but he’s not a bad person. He doesn’t want the Deathlimgs dead. He doesn’t want to curse them to an early grave. He knows that Tubbo is right and that he”a a risk and that he should still try to escape, but when that happens it will put the Deathlings in danger. He can tell that they are just people now and not the monsters he was told they were. And he can tell his existence is targeting their relationships apart. So he suggest taking him out himself, for their safely and for their benefit. With a lot of self-deprecation mixed in.

Lastly, there’s the shift in Wilbur's mentality after Techno brings up that a new Pythia would be chosen if they kill him. This, too, feels like a natural culmination of the past chapters. If he’s not serving Clara and he can’t advise Schlatt, can he even be called the Pythia? Could he still claim that title when he hasn’t been earning it? This mindset stems directly from the idea that he’s a failure for getting kidnapped and that Clara would punish him for failing to escape when those things are put of his control. It’s very interesting to see how he denies control over his own actions in one situation and feels responsible for things put of his control in others.

Now we get a Wilbur who feels like he can no longer call himself the Pythia. He doesn’t belong in the role once again. It’s like he’s that little boy being kidnapped all over again. But back then he was Wilbur. Now that identity has been erased and as much as Tommy tries, he can’t just snap it back into existence. So now Wilbur is neither himself nor the Pythia and I am very excited to see where this new development goes.

[If he wasn’t either of those things, then that meant he was nothing.

Nothing at all.]

Bee nailing it again with the final lines. I don't think we’ve had one hurt this much in a while. I could feel my would scattering while reading it. So I am not apologising for how long this as has gotten.

(4/4)

-🌲

YEAHHHHH that was exactly the point of the flashback! I wanted to show that wilbur didn't want to give up his name. he didn't want to become the pythia. he was a scared kid dragged into a world he was wholly unfamiliar with. he was confused and alone and had to dive into the ideology as a survival mechanism to cope with what was happening to him, which is part of why he's so deeply entrenched in it now. if he gives up his beliefs about being the pythia, then soooo much trauma is going to come flooding back in. even if he doesn't think about that consciously, his subconscious knows it, so he's fighting back as hard as he can to hold onto his coping mechanisms now.

and that's also exactly why tommy's method seems to be working. wilbur was never going to start on the road to rediscovering himself on his own. he was way too entrenched in the mindset for that because again, coping mechanism. tommy has to force him to confront these things to kickstart the process. it's complicated and messy but it's what's working for them both. will it result in a healthy recovery? ehhhh not exactly. but that's where the fun of it comes in.

oh glass!wilbur is so fucking touch-starved you don't even know. I had that realization myself while writing a few chapters ago because I was like "wait... no one would just casually touch a 'deity' like for a hug or something" because that would be considered borderline sacrilege. there was no one in the palace he was close enough to to get any kind of physical touch from. when I realized that, I realized that wilbur probably hadn't gotten a proper hug since he became the pythia, and I was like 'oh he's gonna be so damn touch-starved' so I started incorporating that more into the story. he will be extremely clingy later on.

yeahhhh that whole thought process was rough to write. it was supposed to feel like a natural progression as he becomes more desperate and disconnected from clara as time goes on. he can feel his connection slipping the more tommy uses his name, and the more comfortable he becomes with the deathlings (or rather, tommy jack and niki). he can't let himself accept that. so when they're debating killing him, he immediately decides to voice his agreement. because he can't slip away from clara if he's dead. he doesn't want to die, but he can't live in this purgatory anymore. if he does, he subconsciously knows he's going to be pulled away from her, and he's terrified of what that'll do to him.

his relationship with control and autonomy is soooo messy he's so fucked up. like you said, it's a natural culmination of the past few chapters. the more tommy bends the bars of his cage, the more scared he becomes of slipping away from clara entirely. so how can he even be the pythia anymore?

i'm so glad you liked the final line it hurt to write. and ty for the long asks spruce!! so so thrilled you liked the chapter. it was so much fun to write and I love hearing your thoughts as always <3

[justsomeoneunordinary]

Here, have a genderbend F/F WinterIron nonsense fic that jumped me while I was writing something entirely else. Idk why it came to me so randomly, but here it is anyway. (Bucky still goes by Bucky even though she’s a woman here because I said so.)

Warning for nonconscious consumption of drugs which I probably portrayed badly. I’ve never done drugs so Idk what it’s like to be high. And I wasn’t going to research it for this nonsense that jumped at me so randomly.

This is also totally unedited, which means there must be quite some mistakes. I’ll edit and upload it on AO3 in the next bunch of days (because this random thing got almost 1.5k long??? Wtf) but right now I want to go back to the fic I was originally writing for before getting distracted ffs.

I’m not even in this fandom anymore, how did that happen??? Anyway, here you go:

The glow of Toni’s arc reactor is pretty distracting. Bucky can’t help herself and stare at the only light source in the night’s darkness. It’s a nice blue. Doesn’t hurt the eyes like the bright lamps in the living room would if Bucky or Toni were to turn them on.

Must be pretty fucking uncomfortable, though. Bucky knows a thing or two about having metal wired with your own flesh and skin against your will while held in captivity.

Still, while there’s always pain lacing her shoulder, she imagines a metal piece right in the middle of her chest would be worse. Especially for her breasts. Toni’s aren’t very big, which must be a relief for her, but it must be disturbing nonetheless.

Bucky grabs her own breasts and imagines what it would be like if she had a flashlight installed in between. She presses them slightly together to see the difference if she were wearing a bra and winces. The metal’s edge would be cutting right into her breast every time—Toni can impossibly be living like this. She eyes Toni’s breasts and compares them with her own. Toni’s are definitely a bit smaller, but still.

“Doesn’t it hurt?” Bucky interrupts their mutual silence of dealing with insomnia each on their own.

Toni slowly looks up from… whatever she’s doing. Genius billionaire stuff probably. “The whole world is hurting, Buckaroo. You’ll have to be a bit more specific than that if you want a better answer.” The single raised eyebrow is kind of infuriating.

“Your breasts,” Bucky explains and wiggles her own that she’s still holding to make sure Toni understands. Just in case. “With the arc reactor right in the middle.”

Toni snorts. “Oh, all the time. Like a bitch.”

“Mm.” Yeah, Bucky thought so. She suddenly realizes that she must look like a weirdo fondling her own boobs like that in the middle of the night at the dining table and finally lets go of them to cup her hands again around her semi-warm mug in front of her instead.

“What are you even doing?” Toni cocks her head to the side and eyes Bucky up-and-down, slowly sitting up from her lying position on the sofa and carelessly throwing her project on the coffee table.

“Drinking tea,” Bucky answers. She even helpfully points to the mug.

“I can see that, thank you very much. I mean—wait. What tea are you drinking?”

Bucky shrugs. “Dunno, didn’t look at the label. It’s a green one.” A very green one, considering she can identify the color despite sitting in darkness.

“Is it Bruce’?!” Toni looks aghast.

How should Bucky know? “I mean… it’s green. So probably.”

A look of shocked disbelief passes over Toni’s expression before fading and making room for pure unadulterated glee. Suddenly, Toni throws her head back and starts laughing loudly to her heart’s content. It’s a nice sound. Very un-rich like. An honest laugh instead of a fake chuckle that Bucky expected.

“Oh, Snowflake,” Toni shakes her head fondly, the nickname slipping out mechanically, because Toni can’t talk to anyone without nicknaming them. Must be one of those eccentric billionaire things. Bucky wouldn’t know, she’s never met a billionaire besides Toni. Well, she’s met Howard, obviously, but he was still “only” a millionaire back then, so that doesn’t count.

“What you’re drinking currently is an extremely high dose of cannabis tea.”

Oh. That explains why the walls are wobbling. She thought the jiggle of her breasts previously made the walls do jumps in sympathy too, but apparently not.

Toni’s eyes slit in concentration after her laughter slowly ebbs and she takes in Bucky’s appearance, visibly shifting into Scientist Mode. “I’m surprised the tea has such a strong effect on you. Drugs have no effect on Steve, so they shouldn’t have on you too.”

Well, Bucky’s no scientist but, “Bruce also has the super soldier serum, albeit a bastardized one. If the tea has an effect on him it makes only sense it would have an effect on me too, no?”

Toni shakes her head and Bucky sags in disappointment. And here she thought, she said something intelligent for once.

“Bruce is a more or less an ordinary human while de-hulked, and the tea has even less of an effect on him than it seems to have on you. You should probably stop drinking that, you’re high as a kite.”

Furrowing her brows, Bucky pulls the mug closer to her. “No,” she grunts. The tea is very calming, which is precisely what she searched for when she walked into the kitchen in the middle of the night after being woken from another nightmare in which she was experimented on like a guinea pig. When mum used to tell Bucky that men would try to use her body for their own gain, becoming a brainwashed assassin is probably not what she had meant back then. That shit really weighs on one’s psyche and cannabis or no, that tea is the first thing that’s helped her to clean her mind, so she’s not giving it back now, thanks but no thanks.

“Fine,” Tony shrugs, “I just hope you know you’ll be extremely embarrassed of this whole exchange once you’re sober again.”

“Nah, I grew up Steve, I know no shame.” That punk has pulled her through all kinds of bullshit back in their childhood and hasn’t stopped once they reached adulthood either. She’s desensitized to all kinds of shame. Also, she’s an ex brainwashed assassin, she has other problems than something as mundane as feeling embarrassment.

A weird kind of tickling sensation makes itself known in Bucky’s belly area as Toni’s laughter rings out again. She feels suddenly much warmer than before and she doesn’t think it’s because F.R.I.D.A.Y. turned the heat on for no reason.

Bucky’s brain cells all decide to go on vacation when she asks, “I know I killed your parents, but wanna fuck anyway?” She cringes as soon as she’s finished speaking and considers drowning herself in her mug of tea. If she dips her nose in and holds her breath, it would work, right?

They don’t talk about this. It’s an unspoken rule. They’re all a little happy family of superheroes with PTSD living in a huge tower in the middle of Manhattan, courtesy of one billionaire slash superhero whose parents Bucky happens to have killed when she was a brainwashed assassin working for a Nazi organization, and they don’t fucking talk about that. Ever.

Toni’s laughter finds an instant end, which is a shame. It really is a nice sound.

“I’m going to forgive you this once because you’re too high to think clearly.”

“Yeah, I regretted the words the moment they left my mouth.”

“Hm.” Toni looks at Bucky for a beat longer with an unreadable expression before turning around and picking her project from the table again, nonverbally showing that she’s done with the conversation.

Unfortunately, Bucky’s brain-to-mouth filter has left her the moment she took her first sip of the cannabis tea. “The offer to fuck still stands, though.”

Toni blinks slowly. A beat passes, then, “What even brought this on?”

“I’ve been staring at your boobs for a long while,” Bucky confesses. The arc reactor makes it impossible not to stare, really. Especially when Toni just walks around bra-less in only a tank top. “And you have this whole—what do they call it these days?—uh… oh yes, you have this whole MILF thing going for you too.” Bucky has seen images of Toni in her youth on the internet, and while she can’t deny she has always been a beauty, she still thinks the laughing lines around her eyes and the greying strands in her dark brown hair give her a certain charme she didn’t have before. Toni is someone who aged like fine wine.

Also, she has a very firm ass and Bucky has always been an ass woman.

“Huh,” Toni mutters in surprise, her project forgotten once again. Then she eyes Bucky’s figure, her eyebrows raising in appreciation. “Never had a woman who could bench press me in bed before.

“You know what, Snowflake?” Toni smirks. “Ask me again once you’re sober and I might consider it.”

Bucky doesn’t think twice throwing the tea from the table and let it shatter against the ground. “’K, I’ll wait.”

A beat of stunned silence passes, before Bucky frantically gets up to clean her mess. If by the morning even a little bit of the spilled tea remains, Pepper will probably kill her with a single stiletto right through the eye for ruining the parquet floor. For a tiny woman with no superhero powers she’s fucking terrifying.

Toni’s delighted laughter echoing through the living room is worth it, though.

So, so worth it.

[londiall]

SEAL Team S2 E2

And on to episode 2. Lets go:

S2 E2 - Never Say Die

Bio hazard? This looks like a not awesome way to start a show lol. Also, the name of this episode doesn’t help me any with the anxiety lmao.

Oooh. I like how the intro is them coming up out of the water from episode 1. Cool.

Congrats Jason, you figured out coffee.

What is Elmo though?

It doesn’t surprise me a million times over that Sonny got into a literal fight with a literal fucking tree lmao.

Ray, no sir. No. (Even if I know you’ll be back bc internet).

HIS HEAD IS NOT FINE. Why does no one know this?? 

OOOOh, we’re gonna meet the parents. (No - well, yes. I’m glancing over shirtless scenes from now on. All that really happens is staring and not really thinking anyway so it’s not really necessary........) This will end badly, I imagine. No parent wants that kind of pain for their kid. So they’re probably going to try and change Stella’s mind about being with Clay before something serious happens (also, wahhhhhhhhhh bc spoilers bc again, I have the internet) because of how dangerous is job is. Just my thoughts lol. 

I don’t care what anyone says, I really think Jason is a great dad. Home family and Bravo family can’t be easy to juggle. But then again, I feel like spouses or partners or whoever should understand what they’re getting themselves into marrying someone in the military. Especially a spec ops team member. Again, just my 2 cents.

Damn guys, 10 minutes into this show and I’m already getting wordy. That doesn’t bode well for the next 33 minutes of my life lol.

Oh good, they’re going into tunnels...I’m sorry, with ANTHRAX? Oh boy. Yep, worried about my boys rn. Nothing can go wrong? Sure. Then I wouldn’t have 31 minutes left of this show, huh?

So Mandy is in Mexico? Idk, I was writing a novel of a thought when she first came on. Didn’t pay much attention. Oops. Yep, that’s a body.

Oh Ray. I’m so sorry buddy. Of course Jason’s still being stubborn Adam.

I hate tunnels. Just saying. Lmao Sonny. Spiders. I’m sorry, no comms? I don’t enjoy this. Not good. Bad. Very very bad.

Hah. Hahahahahahahahahaha. Oml. Suckstart a pistol is a new one. Sonny, poor baby. It’s ok. Stinky boots and all, they still love you. Blame it on the dog lol.

Sorry, realized I watched into the tunnel scene without stopping to type haha. I’m still watching the tunnel scene. 

Oh good. An explosion. Because fucking TUNNEL. Jesus.

WOOOOOW that tunnel scene was intense. I also had to watch it 2 times bc my kid started throwing up while I was watching the first time. FUN STUFF. The eldest got sick first, about 4 days ago. Then the youngest started puking this morning. It’s fun having multiple kids. Anyway. That tunnel scene had me for a minute even though I knew they didn’t die in it lol. That play by Mandy and Blackburn was genius!!! I’m glad the boys pulled through lol.

I really need to find out how many nicknames Sonny has for Clay.

Ooop. Jason. Ray. Again, ooop.

Oooooooh, the parents!!!! Yep, I kinda had an idea how this was going to go. “I DON’T PLAN ON DOING THIS UNTIL I’M DEAD” I’m dead Clay. I’M DEAD. Dammit I HATE EVERYTHING RN.

Oh shiiiiiiiit Alana. Ok, for all the things on the internet, I must have not read up on Jason Hayes as I thought I did hahaha. Cause I was, indeed, shocked by that one.

Wow. 

Well, onto Episode 3!

All the love - A

[or-something-better]

Sam’s Story Corner

Nov 9, 2022

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The Writing Topic this week is brought to you by our own lovely Bela.

“Share with us about a memorable Hunt that you’ve been part of, Good or Bad.”

Bela

The most memorable hunt I've been apart of? Well I was involved... I must say it has always been a fun game of cat and mouse with Sam and Dean honestly. I just love getting them all riled up. Magical artifacts and relics have always been a thing that caught my eye. I think the most fun was when we went back and forth over the rabbits foot mostly.

I felt bad about the two other men who stole it from me. That cooking fork to the head had to hurt. And the gun shot wound the other guy got. Too bad I didn't feel anything. That was their fault though for stealing it from me the losing it.  

After Sam got it. It took me awhile to be able to catch up with them to get it back. Eventually I caught up with the silly Muppets at the cemetery. Unfortunately for me I ended up touching the bloody thing when Dean threw it to me, so I  was forced to help destroy it.

I still get a laugh at dean's face in the rear view mirror as I drove off with his winning lottery tickets. Since I lost out on the money from selling the rabbit foot on the black market,  That was the best money I ever earned I can say considering it was well ... Free.

………………………….

Patience (Not for this Topic, but a cont. of her original Story)

continuing on from my very story. After seeing my dad at the supermarket he agreed to sit and have coffee with me. We found this quaint little coffee shop and went in had a seat and talked. I began by telling him that I had a vision just before running into him. Well, he wasn't all to happy about that, but I told him "Dad I am surrounded by people who love me and accept me for who I am" then I asked him" Dad with all that you've seen and with what you're own mother went through how can you not accept me"? Dad I have Gabe he is God of all and takes good care of us, and there's Donna 36 children she and Gabe have and she still finds time to help us all when needed, Charlie she's the genius that keeps everything running smoothly, Sam, Sam has been through so much this year I don't even know how he's still here but, he's here for us another genius, Ellen well she's kinda the mother of, Jo sweet little Jo I love her to pieces, Bela, that one has grown on me she's not been with us long but I'm certainly glad she joined us, Crowley well he is a demon and king of hell but he's been here for us when we need help, Henry, Henry is the sweetest kindest little dude a girl could have as friend, bobby singer also known as beer belly bobby a nickname gave had given him. He comes off as this gruff older guy but deep down has a heart of gold and then there's Meg, she is also a demon but totally on our side I love her. And we have Ruby, Ruby has done so much for me I'm getting a handle on my visions thanks to her. And we do have Lucifer that helps out sometimes. Dad I'm telling you about out team (I said) because I need you to know and understand that this is what I was meant to do saving people hunting things is our motto. I love these people they have saved me more times than I can count. I want you in my life (I said) but I need you to accept me for who I am.   My Dad looked at me and said "honey I love you more than anything else in this world but I just can't. I looked at him with a tear in my eyes and said 'dad I love you too but I have to be where I am at now (then a thought came to me) dad why don't you come with us it's tough at times but we also have a lot of good times?   Dad looked at and said 'I can't '.   As he was getting up to leave I stopped him and said Daddy please don't worry about me I'm in good hands I love these people with all my heart and knowing what I know I can make a difference in this crazy world I stand up and go to him I give him a hug and say  goodbye Dad I hope you'll at least call once in a while but if you don't I understand I love you dad

[mandos-mind-trick]

Necessity

Summary: The Batch’s civilian member gets doused with a toxic pollen while on a mission. Crosshair volunteers to help, but has to confront some hard feelings after. 

Pairing: Crosshair x reader, implied and mentioned established poly Batch x reader

Characters: Reader (written in 3rd person, mc is not named but has an established nickname, no physical descriptions are given), The Bad Batch + Echo

Warnings: NSFW, sex pollen, dubcon, explicit P in V smut, very crude language, shitty aftercare, Crosshair is a dick, some bullshit science but it’s Star Wars so who cares, some serious talks of consent, established polyamory. 

A/N: I literally spent all day writing this sob. Came out of nowhere but I liked where it was going. It’s my first clone fic so please go easy on me. Also, it takes place in some random ambiguous time after Echo joins. This may become a series with Midnight and the Batch, I’m cooking something up, but we’ll see how it goes. 

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“It’s alright. You’re alright.” 

The cool press of plastoid armor against her cheek is a relief to the burning under her skin. She wants to peel off her armor, peel off her skin. It’s too hot, her skin is crawling. 

“...doused her...temperature’s rising.” 

Tech? It sounded like Tech. His voice was fading in and out, as was her vision. 

“No! Don’t take off your helmets. They’re the only thing...us from...dosed too.” 

She fades out again, head lolling against the armor pressing against her.

She’s shocked awake by the cold, sputtering as cold water washes over her. 

“Sorry.” Tech murmurs. “We have to get it off of you.” 

His voice sounds far away despite the fact he was leaning right next to her. The cold feels good, but it does little to cool the heat beneath her skin.  She’s still in her clothes, all of her getting soaked by the freezing water. She shifts a little, gasping when her thighs rub together. She’s damp. Not from the water, but there’s an intense ache between her thighs.

She reaches for his hand as he reaches across her to shut the water off. She pulls it to her face, nuzzling into the gloved hand. It’s not enough, though. She needs more. She needs to feel skin. Someone’s skin. 

“Hey.” Tech stops her from pulling off the glove. “No, hang on. We’re gonna figure this out.” He wraps a towel around her shoulders. “Just hang on.” 

She whimpers as he leaves her, the door sliding closed behind him. 

***

“So what are we dealing with, Tech?” Hunter asks, his head resting in his hand. They had sealed off the cockpit, making sure none of the pollen had followed them in. 

“It’s very fascinating.” Tech says, looking through the slides. “I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s very potent. Just this small dose could affect any one of us.” 

“So how do we fix it?” Echo asks. 

“It mainly affects the brain.” Tech says, still looking at the slides. “But it seems endorphins and oxytocin bind to it and neutralize it.” 

“What?” Wrecker asks, the other four members of the Batch looking at Tech for further explanation. 

“They’re brain chemicals. Most commonly released during sex. Judging by her body’s reaction to the pollen, that’s the whole idea. She needs that release of chemicals in order to neutralize the effects of the pollen. It’s quite genius actually,” Tech adjusts his glasses. “Quite effective in distracting an enemy platoon if they’re all out of their minds.” 

“So, she rubs a few out and she’ll be alright?” Hunter asks, sinking into the pilot’s seat.

“No.” Tech deadpans. 

“What do you mean, no?” Hunter asks sternly. He had been the first to notice something wasn’t right, the shift in Night’s scent, the way her heart sounded like it was going to beat right out of her chest.  

“Well,” Tech starts. “It’s not that simple. This is very potent and she got a big dose directly on her body. If she can’t produce enough chemicals by herself, the prolonged state of arousal could kill her. If her temperature continues to climb, if her heart rate stays elevated too long, the dehydration, sheer exhaustion, all of it could be deadly.” 

“So one of us has to fuck it out of her system?” Crosshair asks, chewing his toothpick so hard it might snap. 

“That would be ideal.” Tech says. But we’d have to do it. The last bit goes unspoken.

None of them can look at each other. It had been an unspoken rule when Cody had forced codename Midnight to join them that things were to remain strictly platonic among them. It had been easy at first, as a string of missions had left them with little downtime. But when their missions became less frequent, and their travel time between them increased, it became hard for them to ignore the feelings stirring in each of them for the civilian. Even Crosshair couldn’t deny the softening of his exterior towards her, even if he did still give her reason to call him a dick constantly. 

“I’ll do it.” Crosshair says, the other four occupants turning quickly to look at him. 

“Cross...” Hunter starts, wanting to argue, but Crosshair doesn’t let him. 

“I’m the only one who can.” He says, standing. He’s already pulling off his armor piece by piece. “We need Tech to keep a clear head in case something goes wrong. A small dose might kill Hunter with his senses.” His eyes drop to Echo. “We’re not putting Echo through something like that. And Wrecker might kill her if he loses control.” He lets his codpiece drop to the floor with a clang. “It’ll be easier for her to hate me when it’s all over.” 

“He’s right.” Tech says, finally. “He’s the safest option for all of us.” 

Hunter sighs, wanting to argue, but he knows Crosshair is right. “Don’t...hurt her.” He says to the sniper, not really sure what else to say. Good luck felt too wrong in this situation. 

“I don’t think she’s the one you should worry about.” 

****

“Give it a couple times.” Tech says as they stand outside the door. “If it’s working, she’ll show some signs of lucidity. If she’s not...I’ll try to come up with something else in the meantime.” 

Crosshair nods. Just fuck her till she’s back to normal. Shouldn’t be that hard. 

He gets an eyeful of her as soon as he walks through the door. She’s on her back on the floor, legs spread facing the door. Her clothes have been abandoned in a wet pile in the corner. He can’t help but zero in on where three of her fingers are stuffed into her cunt, a small puddle on the floor under her ass. 

“Cross.” His name leaves her lips in a mix between a whine and a moan. It shoots straight between his legs. He runs a hand over the bulge in his blacks as he slowly approaches her. 

“You’re making a mess, little girl.” He drops to his knees between her spread legs, watching her fingers slide in and out of her dripping cunt. 

The nickname had started as an insult. He had meant it in the most derogatory way he could, not trusting Cody that this girl could handle herself on the kinds of missions they were sent on. He could hardly call her that in any way but ironically. She was older than him, older than all of them. He wouldn’t say it had taken on an affectionate meaning now. But she did get less angry with him when he said it. 

“Please,” She begs, lifting her hips to fuck herself into her fingers. “I-I can’t...” 

He grips her under the knees, her skin slick with sweat. He parts her legs as far as they’ll go. She’s flexible. He’d watched her time and time again maneuver her way through a battlefield like it was a dance. She was a competent fighter, something she had proved time and time again. She fit in with them so well, something even he had to admit. 

But this. This would complicate things. 

He had to do it. If he didn’t it would kill her. If he didn't, one of the others would have to. It would put them, or her, in danger. He sighs out a curse, pulling her fingers from her cunt with an obscene pop. He shoves them into her mouth, one hand holding her wrist there, the other sliding between her legs. 

Her pussy is red and glistening. She’s moaning, the sound muffled by her fingers. His own slide over her slit, the copious amounts of slick allowing them to slide right into her. She moans, eyes rolling as his long fingers reach deeper into her than hers ever could. She’s so desperate, a couple passes of his thumb over her clit has her shaking and cumming around his fingers. 

Her juices slide out around his fingers, wetting his hand. It’s obscene, all of it. He loves it. 

He releases her to work his cock out of his blacks. There’s drool sliding out of the sides of her mouth, a string of saliva attached to her fingers as she pulls them from her mouth. He groans at the sight, passing his slick hand over his length. 

“Please, Cross, I need you.” She whines, lifting her hips off the floor. “Hurts so much. Need your cock in my pussy. Need you to fuck me.” 

“Yeah, little girl? You need me to fill you up?” He flips her over on her stomach, delivering a slap to her ass. He likes the way it jiggles, the way it fills his hands. How he’d love to tie her up, take her apart piece by piece until she’s begging him for relief. Not because she’ll die if she doesn’t cum. 

“Please.” She whines, grinding her hips into the floor. 

He curses softly, using a hand to guide himself into her. There’s almost no resistance as he slides right into her dripping cunt. He holds himself up, taking a moment to drag his eyes along the delicate curve of her spine. 

She whines, lifting herself onto her elbows, grinding back against him. He watches her for a  moment, enjoying the needy side of her. The things he would do to her if she were in her right mind. But she wasn’t. She was fucked up, and he needed to fuck her to fix it. 

“Please.” She whines, already clamping around him as her movements grind her clit against the floor. 

He presses a hand between her shoulder blades, forcing her flat on the floor with a quiet thud. He pins her down before pulling his hips back, almost slipping out of her, before surging forward. She moans loudly, the sound vibrating through his hand on her back. He keeps her pinned still, building up speed as he thrusts in and out. 

The force of his thrusts have her clit dragging against the floor again, her legs already starting to shake. She was so close, the feeling of him inside her already easing some of the ache that had been burning for what felt like hours. She’s drooling on the floor where her cheek is pressed into it but she can’t bring herself to care. 

He doesn't stop when she cums, working through the fluttering and squeezing of her pussy around him. He’s quickly forcing her into another. The more she came, the quicker this would be over. He tells himself that, even as he pauses to cum inside her. She had an implant, they all did. They were clones, but they were still men. They still had their needs. 

He’s not sure how many times she’s cum since they started. He’d lost count, even of his own. They’re both a mess, both slick with sweat and covered in fluid. But he knows, he can tell it’s over. Her body doesn’t feel as warm, despite the fact they’d been going at it for a while. Her moans aren’t desperate anymore. They were softer and more restrained when he’d cum in her the last time. Her body was still, no longer moving with him, seeking any friction she could get. 

And the way she said his name...

“Cross.” She breathes, reaching out for the hand that’s planted next to her head. “Cross, wait, please.” She wraps a hand around his arm, holding on as tight as she can. He could easily pull away, but something in her voice is keeping him still. 

His knees are aching. They’d been in this position for a long time. He’d have bruises probably, but so would she. He knows she has to hurt. She’s going to hurt. He’s still inside  her, going soft as she relaxes. She slowly starts to move, working herself over onto her back. It’s a bit like watching a fish attempt to flop back into water, her movements jerky and weak. 

He slides out of her with a gush of fluid as she turns, making her groan and wince. There’s a wet patch of drool on the side of her face still, as well as an imprint of the lines from the floor. He doesn’t want to look at her as she lays under him, but she holds his face in her hands, forcing him to. She’s still breathing deeply to recover from the exertion, and likely being squished into the floor for so long. 

“Cross.” 

She says his name so gently, with so much emotion it almost makes him shiver. Kriff, what he wouldn’t give to hear it all the time. He wasn’t like Hunter, or Tech, or even Wrecker. He hadn’t given into her. Not before. He was a cold-hearted asshole to her. Sure, he’d saved her ass a few times on the battlefield, and she’d even saved his. But that didn’t mean he wanted to climb into her cot with her and fuck the adrenaline away after a fight. He did care about her, but he had never given thought to acting on the attraction. 

But he couldn’t deny the stirring he felt every time he walked past her makeshift room and heard the quiet giggles, the creaking cot, the occasional moan when they thought no one was near. The quiet sighs and occasional wet smack of skin and lips from Wrecker’s bunk when she stayed with him. 

“One more time.” She says quietly, wrapping her arms around him. “One more. Please.” 

It would be so easy to slip back into her, fuck her for real. Finally let himself go, let himself have what he’s been denying himself of. 

But he can’t. He had done what he needed to do. He pulls away, her muscles too weak to try and fight him, bring him back. He tucks himself back into his blacks wordlessly. Pushing himself to stand. He focuses on the pain in his knees, the stiffness of his body. He could at least clean her up, make sure she’s decent before Tech comes in to probe. 

Instead he leaves, ignoring the calls of his name behind him. 

*****

She hates him. 

She tries to fight the burning tears behind her eyes. She focuses on the cramping as Tech’s fingers push into her abdomen. She’s sore and raw, her whole body feeling like she had just lost a very brutal fight. She’d been in those fights before. It was how Cody had found her. 

But this. This was something else. 

What she wouldn’t give for an ice cube. Or even an ice dildo. A huge ice pack she could just lay over her body and let herself go numb. It wouldn’t fix the pain inside. 

She’s crying, hot tears burning her skin. 

“Hey, I’m sorry. I don’t want to hurt you, but I have to make sure nothing’s injured.” Tech wipes the tears from her cheeks. Precious Tech, always so sweet to her. 

She wishes she could tell him, explain why she was crying, but she can’t put it into words. Crosshair was a dick. A giant dick. To everyone. Even sometimes to his own squadmates, his remarks would bite a little too hard. He didn’t like her. She knew that much. She had butted heads with him time and time again since she had joined them. Name calling, verbal altercations, she’d even hit him once. 

They had lessened a bit over time, when she’d proved herself capable of being a part of the squad, being involved in missions as dangerous as the ones they went on. Even after she’d drunkenly confessed her feelings to the Batch and fucked Hunter, then Wrecker, then Tech. Echo had expressed his hesitations and she had respected them. But she had made it known, if he ever did want to, she’d be willing. She had made sure Crosshair had heard that as well. But still the sniper had been cold, ignoring any and all attempts to spike his interest. 

Tech had explained to her what happened. Or, at least some of it. She’d been dosed by a sex pollen, and Crosshair had elected to fuck it out of her system. He couldn’t tell her what had happened while Crosshair was with her, but she remembered bits and pieces of it. It had been more shocking that Crosshair had been the one to do it. She had been convincing herself perhaps he didn’t have any interest in sex, or maybe he wasn’t into women, before this mission. 

It could still be the case. But his blatant rejection had hurt her. No explanation, no reasoning. No gentle let down. He had just up and left her. Walked out and hadn’t looked back. 

The machine beside her beeps and she closes her eyes. Tech had wanted to analyze her blood, make sure there was nothing else, no lasting effects. She wanted nothing more than to go lay down, curl up somewhere, cry. She hated crying in front of them. She tried everything not to, even when she was hurt she waited until she was shut away in her makeshift cot to finally let the tears go. She had mastered the silent cry a long time ago. 

She forces herself to stop, sitting through the rest of Tech’s exam quietly. He rattles off about infusions, electrolyte levels, muscle fatigue, even as he carries her back to her makeshift room. It was a storage closet they had cleared for her, giving her more privacy than their bunks. She hadn’t cared, she would have stayed in a bunk, but they thought it fair to give her more privacy. She wasn’t a soldier, and she was a woman. 

She’s thankful for it now as Tech leaves her with an electrolyte pack. He’d been sweet enough to tuck her in, but that had only made the ache in her chest worse. She hated it, that she was feeling it. She would take his cruel words, his name calling, the glare in his eyes every time he looked at her over this. 

Tech had said it had taken two hours before she snapped out of it. She could feel the effects of those two hours. The dull ache in her pelvis, the rawness between her legs. The ache in her chest. 

She hurts. All of her hurts. Even the inside. 

*****

“It’s been two days.” 

“I’m sure she’s just tired.” 

“But what if something’s wrong?” 

“Nothing’s wrong.” Hunter says, leaning back in the pilot’s seat. “She’s...sleeping a lot.” 

He had been listening in on her, checking in. She hadn’t left her room in two days except for the occasional trip to the ‘fresher. She hadn’t left since...that incident. They had all agreed not to give specifics on what had happened when the GAR inevitably contacted them about their delay. They had picked up some sort of bug from the planet, and had chosen to quarantine. It had turned out to be harmless, and they were on their way to their next destination. It wasn’t totally a lie. Just nothing specific. 

No one needed to know. 

She cried a lot. Hunter was the only one who heard. She tried to be tough in front of them, saving the crying for when she was alone in her room. He always heard her sniffles, scented the salty tears when he passed. He never said anything. He didn’t think she’d want him to. This time, though, he could hear her quiet sobs from the cockpit. 

“What the hell did you do to her?” Wrecker finally snaps, storming towards Crosshair where he’s seated, dutifully cleaning his rifle. 

“Nothing she didn’t ask me to.” Crosshair bites back, standing to defend himself. 

“Hey.” Hunter steps between them, putting his hands up. “This is not helping any.” He turns to Wrecker. “If it’s bothering you so much, I’ll go check on her.” 

“I’m just worried about her.” The giant deflates a little. “I miss her.” 

“I know.” Hunter says, putting a hand on his shoulder. “We all do. But you remember what Tech said. She just needs some time to recover.” 

Wrecker takes a step back, nodding. “I just want her to be okay.” 

“I know.” Hunter squeezes his shoulder. “She will be eventually.” He turns to fix Crosshair with a gaze, the sniper still glaring, but he knows the situation’s been diffused. 

Crosshair had been broody, more so than normal. He either stayed in his bunk or sat in the corner, repetitively cleaning his rifle, taking it apart and putting it back together. He hadn’t spoken much, even when Tech had checked him over. He had been bombarded with questions when he’d come to alert Tech that she had recovered, but he had ignored them all in favor of slipping away to the ‘fresher to clean up, and then hiding away in his bunk. Hunter knows it must have been hard on him, but he was right. He was the only one who could do it. Tech had reaffirmed they had no other options. Even trying to get to a medical facility wouldn’t have done much good. They likely hadn’t had that much time either. 

Hunter leaves the cockpit when he’s sure things have diffused between Wrecker and Crosshair, not wanting to risk more disruptions on the ship. He can hear the quiet sniffles as he approaches, smelling the salty air. He knocks on the door, the sniffling quieting. 

“I know you’re awake.” He says, finger hovering over the pad to open it. Tech had wired it so she could lock it if she wanted to, but she almost never did. “Can I come in?” 

She gives no answer, the only sound inside the muffled breaths. He was the commanding officer. He had to ensure the well being of all of those under his command. He tells himself he’s not breaking any moral code when he opens the door anyway. 

His eyes make a quick scan of the room. It’s dimly lit, the overhead light shut off, only the small string of lights around the bed lit. The case of rations Tech had slipped in sits unopened, as does the canteen of water next to it. He steps closer to the bed, moving slowly so as not to startle her. She’s crying again, face shoved into her pillow. The blanket is tossed haphazardly around her, pieces of bare skin revealed. 

He kneels down next to the cot, reaching a hand out. “Hey.” He almost whispers it, scared of breaking the quiet heaviness of the room. The air inside is stale from not being opened, the sadness of the single occupant weighing heavy. He could almost taste it, even without his heightened senses. “I need you to tell me what’s wrong.” 

She lets out a sob, pulling her face from the pillow. “I don’t know! I don’t know what’s wrong!” Her breaths are shaky, eyes red from crying. “It’s stupid! I shouldn’t care, but I can’t help it!” 

He carefully scooches her over, being careful not to hurt her as he takes a seat next to her on the cot. “I need you to explain things a bit.” 

She turns to face him. “Is he gay?” 

“What?” He asks in confusion. 

“Is Crosshair gay?” 

Hunter chokes on a laugh. “I don’t...” He pauses, thinking about it. “I don’t think so. I’ve never seen him show interest in men before. Then again, I’ve never seen him show interest in women either.” 

She groans, pulling the pillow over her face. “That doesn’t help me!” 

“Care to share, mesh’la?” He asks, gently peeling the pillow away so she doesn't suffocate herself. 

“I asked him to fuck me.” She deadpans. “I asked him after the pollen had worn off. I asked him to fuck me one more time, just so I didn’t have to feel like I was taking advantage of him, or he was taking advantage of me and I just wanted a little closure and he just walked out. Now I feel like I overstepped and it’s all my fault and I’m causing too much of a rift in the squad and I’ve made everyone uncomfortable and maybe I should just leave.” 

Hunter stares down at her, processing her words. “You’re not going anywhere.” He says finally, cupping her face. “Crosshair volunteered to help you because he didn’t want any of us getting hurt, including you. I know it wasn’t easy for him either. He does care about you in his own weird Crosshair way. He’s been brooding since that day. Brooding more than usual. You should talk to him. The way you know how.” He smiles at her. “In the meantime, Wrecker is very worried about you.” 

She pouts. “Poor baby, will you send him in?” 

He nods, kissing her head. “Yeah. Gimme a minute.” 

He heads out into the hallway, pausing by Wrecker’s bunk. He grabs Lula before calling out for his vod. He knows from the heavy footsteps in the cockpit he’s heard. He heads back to Night’s room, kneeling down next to the bed. 

“Here.” He places Lula in her arms, brushing the hair from her face. She looked pathetic and he hated it. He hated seeing her like this. “What a karking idiot.” He hisses, shaking his head. “I care about all of you, but sometimes I want to let Wrecker punch Cross right through the side of the ship.” 

Night cracks a smile. “I’d gladly watch that right now.” 

Wrecker appears at the door with perfect timing, stepping into the small space. “Night, you okay?” 

She sniffles, clutching Lula tighter to her chest. “No. Will you cuddle me?” 

Wrecker grins. “Yeah I will!” He moves to the bed, picking up Midnight and settling himself on the small bunk. “It’s okay, Night. I’ve got ya.” 

Hunter watches them for a moment before stepping out, closing the door. His blood boiling, anger filling him. He makes his way back to the cockpit, desperately clinging to his last bit of restraint. It goes out the window when he sees Crosshair, red filling his vision. 

He grabs Crosshair from his seat, slamming him up against the wall. “How dare you! I know you’re a miserable bastard who hates everyone, but that was taking it too far!” Echo and Tech are at his sides, trying to pull him away from his vod. “How dare you leave her like that!” 

Crosshair glares at him, shoving him back a bit. “You don’t know what it was like. It wasn’t her asking me to do all those things to her. I feel like I...took advantage of her. I couldn’t look her in the eye not knowing if she knew, if she remembered. If she thought I had...” He clenches his fists. “I care about her too. More than you think I do. If you think that was easy for me, if you think I don’t regret leaving her like that, you’re wrong.” 

“You could have told one of us! We would have gone in, comforted her more! She’s so upset because you made her feel like she took advantage of you!” 

Tech and Echo hold him back as he tries to lunge towards Crosshair again. “Hunter!” Tech draws his attention away from Crosshair, forcing him back a couple steps. “We need to discuss this, but you need to calm down first. You’re no good to anyone if you’re upset.” 

Hunter can see the guilt behind Tech’s glasses. He was the first who saw her after. He had known something was off, but he hadn’t thought it could be something like this. His thoughts had all been physical ailments, aftereffects of the pollen. He was right there. He could have done something. 

Hunter knows Tech is feeling partially responsible, even if it wasn’t his fault. 

“We need you to calm down. Then we’ll all talk about this like adults.” 

If the situation wasn’t so serious, he may have cracked a smile at the inside joke. Midnight was technically the only adult on board. 

****

Midnight finds Crosshair in the hull, seated at a table. He’s got his head down, focusing on the ration in front of him. He doesn’t even bother looking up when she approaches, standing over him. She slams her hands down on the table, drawing his attention up to her face. He glares at her, eyes squinted. She’s glaring right back, nose scrunched in the adorable way it does when she’s angry. 

“I’m going to talk, and you are going to listen.” She says, pointing a finger at him. 

“I don’t have to do anything.” He snarks. 

“No, you are going to listen because I deserve at least that much.” 

He glares at her, but doesn’t reply. She knows she has him. She stays standing, leaning her hands on the table. 

“I know why you volunteered to help me, I know you only fucked me because you had to. I know we both feel like we took advantage of each other even though it was a life or death situation. I want you to know,” She curses the way her voice shakes. “I want you to know that I’m okay with it. If you’re questioning my consent, I’m going to tell you now, I want you to do it. You saved my life, and protected the squad. I would have wanted you to do it. But I need you to be straight with me because I can’t take it anymore. I know you don’t like me, you don’t like me being here. I need you to tell me flat out that you don’t want me so I can stop feeling horrible about trying to coerce you into fucking me.” 

He stares up at her for a tense moment. She wishes she could read minds, get anything out of him that let her know what he was feeling. But all he gave her was his signature glare, which told her next to nothing other than that he was annoyed by her very existence. 

He moves so fast she almost can’t process it. He stands, grabbing her and dragging her up onto the table. His tray clatters to the floor along with his silverware, both of them ignoring it. She’s kneeling on the table, eye to eye with him. His hand is closed around her throat, his breath fanning across her cheek as he leans into her ear. “You don’t know how badly I want to fuck you, little girl.” He hisses. “To bend you over this table, fuck you until you’re begging, then I’ll decide if you get to cum.” He licks the shell of her ear, a quiet whimper leaving her. “I’m not soft.” He warns her. “I’m not gentle. I’ll pick you apart piece by piece until you can’t even speak. I’ll have you thinking about me every time you walk, every time you sit down.” He bites at the skin below her ear, sucking a mark. “I’m not going to be nice to you.” 

She gasps as his free hand fondles her ass, squeezing it roughly. “You’re a dick, Crosshair. I wouldn’t expect you to be nice to me.” 

He growls, crashing his lips against hers. It’s desperate, rough, so very different from the others. She presses closer to him, his hand sliding into the back of her lounge pants. It was the set she always wore between missions when they had downtime on the Marauder. 

They ignore the sound of the door opening, and the disgusted cries of poor Tech. 

“Really guys, the table? We all eat there!” 

“I fucked her on it last week.” Hunter says, patting Tech’s shoulder as he passes. 

Tech gives him a look. “You at least wiped it off, right?” 

[clovermunson]

always yours — b. barnes

pairing: Bucky Barnes x gender neutral reader

word count: 1.5k

summary: when Bucky’s plan to find the perfect valentine’s gift doesn’t go the way he wants it to, he ends up putting together his own gift for you (with a little help from Sam)

warnings: absolute fluff. pure, sweet, sugary cotton candy like fluff. mentions of food. use of the nickname “doll” because that’s Bucky’s favorite nickname for his partner.

author’s note: the first installment of the valentine’s collection! as always, reblogs and likes are always appreciated (especially reblogs!!), i just ask that you do not repost my work and claim it as your own and do not repost and translate my work!! —xo, morgan💙

taglist: @multifandommandy @onlyfreds @melmalone @velvetcloxds @cupids-crystals @kc-needs-coffee @ardent-musings @mobbucky

If anyone was ever-the-romantic, it was James Buchanan Barnes. He’d never had issues finding gifts for any holiday or even your birthday, but this valentine’s day had him stumped for once.

Every aisle of every store within a five mile radius just didn’t have the perfect gift, and he was at his wit’s end trying to find something that he would consider at least acceptable by his high standards.

“I dunno, Sam”. Bucky confided in one of his best friends, Sam Wilson. “I’ve searched every store in town and I just can’t find the perfect gift. Everything is either bland and boring or entirely too flashy.” He sunk down onto Sam’s couch, raking his hands through his short hair.

“Have you thought of just making something for them?” Sam offered, “something simple you know, like a homemade gift basket with all their favorite things?”

That was it. The perfect idea.

“Sam…you’re a genius.” Bucky snapped his fingers, leaning up with his elbows rested on his knees.

“Wait— can you say that again?” Sam chuckled, retrieving his phone from his jeans pocket, “I need it on video for proof that it was said.”

Bucky shook his head, rising from his seat, “get it out of my face Sam, or I’ll break it.” He covered the phone with his metal hand, a snarky smile on his face as Sam quickly put his phone back in his pocket.

“Alright, I’m gonna go out and get a few things and make the best damn gift basket y/n’s ever seen.” Bucky grabbed his wallet and keys from the coffee table before heading towards the door.

“Go get 'em, Buck.” Sam smiled, waving him off.

“Don’t call me that.” Bucky shook his head as he opened the door, quickly making his way out to the driveway where his car was.

It wasn’t long before Bucky had accumulated a shopping basket full of all your favorite candies and sweets, gift cards to your favorite stores, a teddy bear with a plush heart, and a goofy card with a cartoon donut saying "I donut know what I’d do without you!" to top it all off.

As he was standing in the check-out line, his phone pinged, indicating that he had received a text. He fished around in his pocket, finding his phone to see the text was from you, making sure Sam hadn’t dragged him into another mission. He quickly responded to let you know that he was still free and that you wouldn’t have to spend valentine’s day without him.

As soon as he entered your shared apartment, he set all of the shopping bags down near the couch, setting the white wicker basket on the coffee table before emptying the bags.

“I’m beginning to think this was a terrible idea.” Bucky spoke into his phone, “I can’t arrange this in a way that looks halfway decent.”

“I’m sure you’re just over-reacting.” Sam’s voice came from the other end of the line, “quit holding yourself to such high standards because they’re gonna love the gift either way and you know it.”

“I hope you’re right.” Bucky stuffed the teddy bear into the basket, arranging the bags of candy, sweets, and gift cards around it in a way that he was finally content with.

“I know I’m right, I’m always right.” Sam smirked.

“Shut it, Wilson.” Bucky stifled a chuckle, “listen y/n’s gonna be home any minute so I’ve gotta get this set up for them to see. We’ll talk more later.”

“Catch you later, Buck.” Sam chuckled to himself before hanging up.

Bucky shook his head as the line beeped, “god I hope this gift is a winner.” He carefully turned the basket, so you could see it as soon as you walked in the front door. He quickly signed the card, propping it up to look as if the teddy bear was holding it. On a whim, Bucky decided to make dinner for the both of you; just a quick, simple chicken alfredo dinner with garlic bread.

Your keys jangled in the door knob, turning the lock to allow you access to your apartment.

“Buck?” You called from the front door, “I’m home!” You quickly closed the door behind you, dropping your work bags to the floor as soon as you saw the gift basket that sat on the coffee table.

“In the kitchen!” Bucky called back, “don’t come in here, it’s a surprise!” He sounded panicked, but you ignored his tone and assumed he was busy.

“James Buchanan Barnes…” you murmured to yourself as you looked over the gift basket, “you’ve really outdone yourself, haven’t you?“ you plucked the card from the teddy bear’s arms, opening the envelope to reveal a pink card with a silly little cartoon donut, then your eyes landed on Bucky’s scratchy manuscript:

I couldn’t think of anything else, so I put this together to show you how much I love you. You mean everything to me.

—always yours, Bucky

You smiled to yourself at the card and the gift basket, noticing it had all of your favorites in it. Bucky may come off as stoic and intimidating to everyone else, but they’d never get to see this side of him and that’s what you loved about your relationship.

“y/n?” Bucky called from the kitchen, “can you come here for a second?”

You sighed, a whimsy smile on your face as you set the card down on the table, “James…what did you—” you stopped in your tracks at the doorway of the kitchen, taking in the view of perfectly cooked chicken alfredo and the aroma of garlic bread.

“Surprise.” Bucky wore a goofy smile, proud of his handy work in the kitchen.

“You had me thinking you caught something on fire in here.” You smiled, a giggle escaping your lips.

“Nope, no fires. Just your loving boyfriend and the fantastic meal he prepared for you.” Bucky pulled you into a hug, placing a kiss on the top of your head, “happy valentine’s day, y/n.”

“Happy valentine’s day, Buckaroo.” You smiled goofily against his chest before realizing you still had to give him his gift. “Wait here.” You quickly pulled away, running to your bedroom to find his gift.

“y/n—” Bucky tried to call after you, chuckling at his own futile attempt as you were already in the bedroom, sifting through your bedside drawer.

Within moments, you returned with a small black box wrapped with a red bow and a little card attached to it.

“It’s your gift.” You held it out to Bucky. “I’m sorry it’s not much…I was a little stumped on what to get for you and then I found this and I just knew it was perfect. A bit expensive but…y’know what? Just open it.” You shyly smiled, embarrassed by how much you’d spent on it.

Bucky felt a little better knowing that he wasn’t the only one struggling to find the perfect gift, but he didn’t expect you to go out of your way to find anything special for him.

“It doesn’t matter what the price of the gift was, doll.” Bucky smiled, taking the box from you and carefully untying the bow, “what matters is that it’s from you.” He opened the box, revealing a gold compass with both of your initials engraved on the top.

“y/n, you didn’t have to do this.” Bucky’s eyes widened as he removed the compass from the box, seeing that it had your anniversary date engraved on the bottom of it.

“I wanted to.” You shrugged, “I figured something romantic and practical would be the best thing. If you get lost or something, maybe you’ll be lucky enough to have it on you and it can lead you back home.” You smiled as he took your hand, bringing it up to his lips to place a quick kiss to the back of it.

“This is the best gift I’ve ever gotten.” Bucky’s lips curved into a smile against the back of your hand, “and I mean that with my whole heart.”

“I’m glad you love it.” You smiled, biting your lower lip, “and that gift basket, you wanna talk about that?”

Bucky snorted, trying to hold back a chuckle, “if you don’t like it, it was Sam’s idea. But if you do like it, then it was my idea.”

“Well you’re in luck, because I love it.” Your hands cupped his face, pulling him in for a kiss.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re saying that just to spare my feelings.” Bucky smirked, “but I know that you’d never lie to me about that.”

“The gifts cards were a nice touch.” You admitted, smiling. “Maybe I won’t spend so much on stuff I don’t need now.”

“Highly doubtful.” He chuckled, a hand resting on your hip.

“Let’s not judge each other’s spending habits too much, yeah?” You laughed, a hand coming up to rest behind his neck, causing him to smile.

“Maybe I don’t need the compass to lead me home when I’m lost…maybe I just need it to lead me to you.” Bucky’s eyes scanned over your features before your lips met in a tender kiss.

Maybe all that time spent searching for the perfect gift wasn’t so bad after all.