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endless-ineffabilities · 8 months ago

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So High School (1/2)

Bucky Barnes x f!reader

synopsis : the one wherein the reader and Bucky navigate the initial stages of falling in love, and well, it feels a whole lot like high school <3

themes : friends to lovers, slight jealousy, Bucky and the reader are Avengers, everyone is alive!

word count : 3k ▪︎ masterlist ▪︎ part two

a/n : inspired by Taylor Swift's So High School - that song makes me so fuckin happy I can't even begin to explain it... This fic is all giddy and warm, kind of like when you have a crush, playfulness and jealousy abound 💙

You are almost certain that you left your beloved leather jacket back on the quinjet.

The mission made you exhausted, like they always do, and you remember taking your jacket off and settling in for a nap on the ride back to the Avengers compound.

"FRIDAY, is the quinjet still at base level?" you ask aloud to the compound's omnipresent AI overseer.

She chimes in straight away, "Yes, the quinjet is undergoing routine checks downstairs."

"Well," you say to yourself, "I could use the walk."

FRIDAY speaks again, unprompted, "There is one James Buchanan Barnes heading to your door right now."

Bucky? "Oh, right now?"

"Yes, he'll be knocking in 3... 2... 1..."

And sure enough, he does.

You open the door to his sheepish, easy smile. FRIDAY would definitely be picking up on your vitals, noting your clammy hands and jumping heartbeat.

You desperately hope that she would shut up about it, otherwise you might just literally throw hands with Tony.

"Hi," he greets. Just that - just 'hi' - and he has you blushing like a schoolgirl. Damn it.

"Hey," you reply. Glancing down, you realise that he has just what you're looking for.

The jacket. You mean your jacket. Mind out of the gutter, you kick yourself internally.

"I, uh, think you left this back at the - "

" - the quinjet."

"Right, and I, well - " he stammers, and you don't understand why, when you're clearly the nervous one here.

"You're... here to give it back to me," you help him out, smiling.

"Yeah," he nods, smiling back at you. Leaning against your doorframe, he stays right in place, and you suddenly feel conscious by the way he's just looking at you.

"Uhm, Bucky?" you break the silence after a while, anxiously laughing.

"Yeah, doll?"

"My jacket?" you hold out your hand expectantly.

"Oh, here," he quickly hands it over to you, and you thank him. But he stays, rubbing the back of his neck, brows furrowed in thought. "Listen, I was wondering if - "

"There you two are!" Sam's booming voice startles you, and you spot him walking down the hall. "Debriefing time, kids, come on."

"Oh, right," you groan, tossing your jacket somewhere behind you. Shutting your door, you turn to Bucky, "Sorry, Buck, can it wait?"

"Can what wait?" Sam butts in, ears like a bat. He nudges Bucky with his shoulder, and you swear you see Bucky glare at him, while blushing all the while.

"Nothing," he mumbles and the three of you make your way towards the elevators. When Sam becomes distracted by some new panelling Tony installed recently, you catch Bucky's eye, and shrug as if to say - you can tell me later.

He simply nods. When the doors open, you feel his hand on the small of your back, guiding you in. Just for the briefest of moments, but it lingers in your mind.

So much so, that Tony tosses a pencil at you during debriefing when you're spaced out and didn't answer his question.

"Daydreaming, princess?" Tony smirks.

"Leave her alone, Tony," Steve comes to your rescue, ever the considerate leader. "She's tired, just like the rest of us."

"Yeah, sure," Tony shrugs. "Or maybe Bionic Man over there is distracting her with all the staring he does."

"Shut up, Tony," Natasha protests, catching your surprised look.

"I'm not staring," you hear Bucky say.

"Oh, man, you stare all the time. At everything," Sam counters. "Especially at her."

"No. I don't."

"Yes, you do. Doesn't he, Steve?" Sam laughs, twisting around to share the joke with Steve, who just fondly shakes his head, patting Bucky on the shoulder.

Your mouth feels dry, face flushed from the suggestive bickering partially at your expense, and when you ask, "Alright, alright, what was your question, Tony?"

Tony cheekily smirks, and says, "Quick, Barnes, look away."

"Oh, god," you tilt your head back and stare at the ceiling.

It's a collective, "Tony!" that followed, likely from Steve and Nat. Possibly Bruce, too.

Tony asks you again, something about the safety measures in place for the civilians left behind.

When you answer his question, you can't help but feel a certain pair of blue eyes looking at you.

But that means nothing, right? Bucky's just listening to whatever you have to say. The mission had been important, after all.

Five minutes later, in the middle of Bruce's explanation, you feel it again.

So you look to the side, only slightly, catching Bucky quickly turning to draw his attention back at Bruce.

Oh.

"What are you smirking at me for?" you approach Natasha, while tightening your hand wraps. Some of the Avengers have convened for routine combat practice. You've been looking forward to it, mostly being cooped up in the two weeks after the recent mission.

Natasha sports her signature knowing look when she says, "You're paired with Barnes today, milochka moya."

"Bucky? And?" you clear your throat, and you clock Bucky and Sam entering the gym in your periphery. Is it just you or did your voice just crack? No, it couldn't have.

There's no reason to be nervous, no reason at all.

Sure, he'll get all sweaty and he'll have to get his hands on you and he'll get close... very close... pressed against...

"I see I've lost you already," Natasha is quick to note. "And we haven't even started yet."

Wanda joins you, greeting with, "Did you know you'll be paired with Barnes today?"

Oh my god. You exclaim, "Why is everyone making a big deal out of it?"

"Because," is all Wanda responds with.

"Thanks, Wanda," you nod sarcastically. "Thank you both. Can we just get this over with?"

"Guys?" you call out loudly, addressing everyone in the room.

"Yes, everyone. It is best if we start," Vision says, him being the supervisor for training today. Leave it to an all-knowing entity to be well-versed in every fighting art in existence.

He reads off the combat pairings for the day, and their assigned fighting style.

Clint and Nat, krav maga.

Wanda and Sam, aikido. Though to be fair, she doesn't really need to use her fists should it come to that. Wanda's powers were beyond your comprehension. This is mostly just a fun little exercise for her.

And finally, Vision says your name followed by Bucky's, with the fighting style of jiu-jitsu.

That damned close-contact sport. You're well-trained in it, thanks to your job, but it involves a lot of straddling and the opponent heavily breathing down on your face. It wasn't exactly your first choice out there in the field.

But here? Well, it seems like you don't really have a choice.

Well, you do. And would you really choose otherwise?

Close contact with Bucky?

"Hey, doll," he walks right over, all prepped and ready. Clad in a black compression shirt and grey sweatpants. One look at him and you know you're not likely to survive this training session.

"You ready to get your ass kicked?" you cheekily say, as you to walk over to your designated area of the room with him right on your tail.

He smiles, mumbling something which sounded like, " - let you do anything you want to me."

"I'm sorry?" you blurt out, occupying yourself with the control panel for the instructional hologram.

"Nothing," he bites his lip. Oh, he just knows you heard him.

"Okay, so - " The hologram starts right up, showing faceless figures go through a standard combat routine. Ankle sweep. Closed guard. Arm bar. Back and forth until someone taps out. Then all over again.

"Fun," you remark, moving to circle him on the mat. "Give it your best shot, Barnes."

He makes the first move, trying to sweep your leg with his own and failing. You're too quick for that. As long as you don't get sidetracked by that shit-eating smirk on his face, you'll be just fine.

He rushes at you again, but you jump out of the way. You manage you hook your leg around his torso, and use your whole weight to force him down on the mat.

You end up with one knee pressed to his chest, your forearm applying the slighest pressure on his throat. It's an easy position to counter, and he should be propelling you off of him already. Maneuvering your arm out of the way. Something. Anything.

But the man just stares.

You'll be damned, but Sam was right.

"Bucky, come on," you snap.

Instead of a countermove, he hits you with something more disarming. "You look good up there," he says.

"What?"

"I like the view," he only adds, speeding up the rush of warmth to your face.

Your body goes slack, and your pressure on his neck eases. You struggle to think of something nonchalant, something blasé to say in turn, when he takes advantage of the moment and flips the two of you over.

He ends up on top of you, legs caging you in, hands gripping your wrists by the sides of the face.

"Shit," you curse when you realise what just happened. "Well played."

"Thanks," he responds. "I meant it though, you do look pretty. Like always."

"Another trick, Buck?" You attempt to play it cool. Maybe you can play off the obvious flush on your face as physical exertion. Not whatever this is. Not because of him.

He only smiles, getting back on his feet and extending a hand out to you.

"Not a trick," he says, as you both get ready for the next round.

"I'd say I'm flattered, if you weren't trying to beat me in hand-to-hand combat."

"Doll, I think it's safe to say that you won already," he says, his gaze softening.

What is he on about? "Uhh, no, that was barely anything. We're supposed to keep going."

His brows furrow, though his smile stays in place, albeit a bit strained. "That's not what I meant," he exhales, reaching forward to attempt a restricting hold.

His expression turns serious then, steely gaze boring into you, analyzing your every move. He lunges at you, and you block him. But he tries again and again, each move more precise and forceful.

He steps back to take a breath, and you use the opportunity to sweep his ankle, but he sees it coming. In a flash, he pulls your arm and twists you around so that your back is pressed to his chest. You wrangle against him, making him fall on his back, but he keeps his hold on you.

His metal arm encases your torso with your arms pinned to your sides, and his legs wrap around yours. Air rushes out of you in shaky pants, and you move your head to the side, the only part of you still mobile.

And he's right there, the tip of his nose brushing against your cheek. The tension is almost too much to bear, because you feel all of him - the solid planes of his torso, the coarseness of his facial hair growing out - and for the love of all things sacred, you hope you don't accidentally wriggle your ass against his crotch.

Bucky wishes so too. He would never be able to live that down, especially if one of the others would come around and notice.

"Do you yield?" His voice is rough, commanding against your ear. Even though it's nothing more than an assertive whisper, a shiver runs through your body.

"Y-yes," you muster, "I yield."

He keeps his hold on you a moment longer, and before you can ask him if something's wrong, and why he's not letting you go yet, he releases you.

And it doesn't bring you relief, surprisingly. Almost as if you just want to go right back into his embrace.

As you two get back on your feet, Vision's sudden appearance almost makes you keel over, startling the living daylights out of you.

"That was good," Vision comments.

"What the - Vis!" you place a hand on your chest to calm down. "Maybe announce yourself when you show up please!"

"But I've been standing here for approximately 37 seconds," he expertly says.

"Okay, well - "

"You both did not notice me," he goes on, matter-of factly. "Perhaps it might have something to do with your sheer focus on one another - "

"Okay, Vision, thank you," you attempt to intervene, to no avail.

" - which is good. In combat, you do need to stay hypervigilant. Although, might I comment, that the sudden increase in arousal hormones is not really conducive to battle - "

"Vision!" you and Bucky exclaim in unison.

Thankfully, Wanda notices and comes to your rescue, "O-kay, Vis, why don't you come and check mine and Sam's progress, hmm?"

"Of course," Vision complies immediately and they walk away hand in hand. Must have something to do with his undying penchant for Wanda.

Wanda throws you an apologetic shrug, before her eyes get drawn downward to something else near you, and she has to bite her lip to hold back a giggle.

You feel Bucky's hand take hold of your waist, ever so gentle, and everything else is quickly forgotten.

"You okay?" he asks, the ghost of a smile on his lips.

He stands close, and you catch a hint of his scent, sandalwood and mint, layered beneath a musk that can only be undeniably Bucky.

You hum in affirmation. Shaking you head, you respond with, "Vision was just being... Vision. Can never keep his observations to himself." His thumb moves, caressing lightly at your waist, the movement seemingly instinctive for him.

"Yeah, well," he smiles to himself, before reaching up and tucking back a stray lock of hair from your face, "the thing about that droid is... he doesn't lie."

He steps back, rolling his shoulders, getting ready for another bout of combat. As if he didn't have you subdued already.

"He wasn't lying about me, at least," he smirks, before getting into a stance and putting his arms up.

Feeling brave, because there's no way you're going to come out of this interaction as the only one flustered, you respond with, "He wasn't lying about me, neither."

Bucky doesn't expect that, used to being the suave and cockier one out of this dynamic. His fighting stance loosens, and he barely croaks, "What?"

Gotcha.

It doesn't take long for you to sweep him off his feet.

When you're left straddling him once more, you hit him back with, "I like the view."

He bites his lip, and then laughs, flushed and impressed.

Still on the ground, staring up at you, he decisively ends the match, the final blow too much for you to bear. Because he settles for saying, "Still doesn't beat my view, beautiful."

After more than an hour of fidgeting around your room, clothes strewn everywhere and music blasted to calm you down, you were finally ready.

Bucky had asked you what you were doing for the weekend, and you said you didn't have anything in mind, but asked him if he wanted to watch a movie in the common lounge with you.

He eagerly agreed, before you two were interrupted by Sam mentioning something about new upgrades to Red Wing.

So you didn't get to clarify what the nature of the plan was. Likely it was just another hangout. It wouldn't be the first time you and Bucky watched a movie together, went on excursions on your motorbikes, or headed out to grab some sushi.

Save for Natasha and Wanda, he's the one you spend the most time with.

And none of those times ever was a date.

But you feel nervous as you walk down the hallway. You've been nervous all the while you spent getting ready, unable to choose the right top, and eventually settling for a V-neck cobalt blue shirt that he once said he liked on you.

You're nervous because tonight could be it. You've taken it upon yourself to finally ask him.

Ask him what exactly? Whether he likes you as someone more than a friend? Whether there is a reason to all that staring that he does?

Whether he wants to kiss you as badly as you want to kiss him?

So, something along those lines.

He's standing right around the entrance to the common lounge, and you immediately think at how sweet it is that he's waiting for you.

Until he broke the news.

"Doll, I - " Bucky says, right after you come into view. "Oh, wow, you look great."

Smiling widely, you look down like it was nothing, like you didn't just spend the last hour worrying. "Thanks, Buck."

"Uhh, I have something to tell you, actually. You remember Yori? The man from - "

"Of course I remember him," you nod, now confused at what he's getting onto.

"Yeah," he hesitates, not sure he wants to speak further. All he wants is to spend the night curled up in the lounge with you, but all that is gone when he continues, "he kind of set me up on a date."

"A date?" your stomach sinks.

"With Leah. You know Leah? The girl who works at the restaurant that we go to sometimes with Yori?"

"Yeah," you shrug and look away, hoping your expression doesn't give away too much, "I know who she is. So you have a date, huh?"

"Tonight," he confirms. "I didn't... didn't even ask her, really. But last night at dinner, Yori asked and she heard and said yes - "

"She's really lovely. This is good, Buck."

"Yes, but we made plans, and I didn't want to - "

"No, don't worry about it." you put your palms up, as if to show him that you take the situation lightly. It was no problem, after all. He has to go on this date. You can watch movies together any time.

"Doll," he sighs. "I was actually thinking that, since we had plans already, you could come with me? I'm sure she would understand - "

"Bucky," you laugh dryly, "I am not crashing your date."

"But - "

"No buts," you have to affirm. "You have a date, so it has to be just you and her."

He purses his lips, nodding. He tries to gauge your expression, whether you're pissed at him or anything, but he's only met with a reassuring smile.

"What time is your date?" you ask.

"In about 40 minutes," he replies, giving you a good once-over again, taking you in fully. You really looked good, and he wants nothing more than to just stare at you the whole damn night. If only he wasn't so polite. If only he had the guts to just turn Leah down.

His face falls when you say, "I guess you better go," with a hint of enthusiasm, not knowing that it's your attempt at putting on a brave face.

"What will you do?" he asks.

"I don't know," you shrug. "I'm sure I'll find something. The others are mostly around so - "

"Hey!" Steve rounds up the corner, still clad in his riding jacket, having returned from outdoors.

"Going somewhere, you two?" Steve asks, his signature congenial smile in place.

"Not me," you respond, smiling back. "But Bucky here has a date actually."

"A date?" Steve says, taken aback. Did Bucky not tell him about this? He looks between the two of you, trying to put things into place, "Do you mean - ?" He trails off, gesturing at you.

"No!" A nervous laugh bubbles out of you. Of course, not with you. You wish.

"Really?" Steve makes a face, like the thought of Bucky going on a date with someone else was ridiculous, but he quickly collects himself. It's none of his business, for now. But he'll surely grill his bestfriend on it later.

"Don't you have to leave, Buck?" you turn to him. "You don't want to keep Leah waiting."

"Yeah, I suppose I should. I'll, uh, talk to you later, okay?" He says, taking a few measured steps back. Not wanting to turn away, and have you out of his sight.

"Sure," you smile, but it's weak and you know it is. Watching him walk away, you can no longer hide the disappointment you feel.

Bucky is still within earshot when you turn to Steve and innocently ask, "Are you busy, Steve? Care to watch a movie in the lounge?" Steve of course agrees, and lets his arm drape around you.

Bucky knows that you and Steve are just friends. Steve has gotten a hint of how he feels about you, and far be it from him to take his friend's girl.

But it doesn't quell that sinking feeling, when he looks back. He sees you smiling up at Steve, as the two of you disappear into the lounge.

It's going to be a long night.

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader

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zoe-oneesama · 8 months ago

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Why does the fandom think Nathalie cares about Adrien? She's always all monotone indifference and "this is what your father says/wants". Yet the fandom likes leaving Adrien in her care post-hawkmoth sometimes? If you're really gonna read into things like that let's praise the one adult who DOES care about him- his bodyguard! Remember how the mere sight of him was enough to calm him down enough to thwart Hawkmoth's intentions in the gigantitan episode?

But no seriously I'm so bad at noticing these things- why do people think she cares about more than Gabriel?

Welp, she is the reason Gabriel let Adrien go to school according to Origins Part 2, and then we got the Great Hiatus to let that one tiny moment of feelings sit and fester in the fandom brain.

And Season 5 definitely did it's hardest to frame Nathalie as Here For Adrien, so it's like the whole series is bookended by That version of Nathalie.

But I get the confusion, Nathalie's been all over the damn place. Different Seasons characterize her almost like adjacent sister versions of herself? Like not a TOTALLY different person, but different enough that I'm worried about body snatchers lol. I pretty much compartmentalize Nathalie according to the season:

Season 1 - Belligerent Assistant who's job description does not and should not include taking care of her boss's son yet here she freaking is.

Season 2 - Reveal that she's totally In-The-Know, her indifference has reached knew levels of being just outright negligent, she is officially culpable.

Season 3 - Team Rocket era where she is fully into the evil dramatics. Also the gross fun addition of her officially being In Love™️with her boss and being angsty about it despite her bringing it upon herself. Also girl he's so crusty get some standards.

Season 4 - Bedridden bionic woman. Was it worth it? WAS IT WORTH IT?!

Season 5 - Pissed off divorcee era. She is actively picking fights and weaponizing the children at her not-ex, and while I'm side eyeing the last 4 seasons, I am here for this level of sass while she scoffs at Gabriel being his Worst Self™️. Too bad about the whole Dying thing but hey. You gotta make up for...all of that other stuff, right?

She's just kinda doomed to not be a cohesive character. I do like her heel turn in Season 5, especially because she was RIGHT, Gabriel had THE OPPORTUNITY to save not only Emilie but also Nathalie and threw it away because he wants to throw hands with teenagers. I too would walk away after that spectacular display of failure. I kinda wish she had someone to talk to, like even Duusu, just to explain that the only reason she hasn't exposed Gabriel altogether is because he'd definitely expose her as well and then Adrien'd be left alone. Like it's easy to infer that, but in a kids show, stuff like motivations kinda need to be laid out neatly.

Cuz otherwise it leaves it open ended - is she covering to spare Adrien from being essentially orphaned, or is she covering to save her own ass? After the 5ish versions of her, either interpretation is fair.

#nathalie salt #writing salt #ml salt

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buckyalpine · 2 years ago

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A little longer

HI MY BEAUTIFUL 🐚ANON!! I adore this so much, I adore YOU so much, as always, your requests are everything!!

Warnings: So so much fluffy fluff, angst if you really squint till your eyes go cross-eyed and blurry

"It's been decades. Not even a couple years. Almost a century. You probably shoot dust. Or whatever your bionic ass reproduces with"

Bucky contemplated throwing his half finished milkshake at Sam's head while they both scarfed down burgers from a late night diner after a taxing mission. Sam was pestering Bucky yet again about his nonexistent social and lack of a love life, a topic he seemed to get high off of.

“For fucks sake Sam-”

"You need to get out more man, at least start dating. You don't need a whole girlfriend but a few dates wouldn't kill you. Or maybe it would, since you're what, 106?"

Bucky groaned, rubbing a hand over his face, his patience wearing thin. Dating wasn’t for him, not because he didn’t want to date but because he wasn’t sure who would even date him. He’d only just gotten comfortable talking to Sam though he’d never openly admit he actually enjoyed their conversations. He wasn’t exactly the most approachable, Peter had once told him he had a resting bitch face, whatever that meant. He wasn’t the most tech savvy unless it involved doing something illegal. He had a plethora of devices that could take down the US government at the push of a button he secrecy hoarded under his bed but God forbid someone ask him to pose for their Instagram story.

Talking to a pretty girl was a completely different story. What would he even talk about? His time before the war involved a lot of nursing an injured or sick Steve back to health. After the war and his time in Hydra, he didn’t really have time for himself. He liked plums. The hobbit. He was thinking about getting a cat. Bucky internally groaned, maybe he’d find a girlfriend at the retirement home down the street; at least they’d have things in common.

Sam cocked an eyebrow while Bucky narrowed his eyes at him. Usually he’d respond with a grumpy pout or complete silence but today his exhaustion had caught up with him. He debated on how to get Sam of his back, a dim, flickering, half broken bulb going off in his sleep deprived brain.

"I already have a girlfriend Tweety bird"

The deafening silence that followed that statement made it clear both men were aware that was a lie. Sam snorted, shaking his head while they both finished they food, slapping a $50 on the counter before leaving. He looked at the super soldier, deciding not to press into the issue further for the night but he definitely wasn’t going to let it go that easily.

5:30 AM

The buzz of his phone jolted him awake, the faint sound of the TV still playing in the background. Bucky felt around for his phone, tossing his sheet off, sitting up from his place on the floor seeing Sam’s caller ID light up the screen.

“What are you doing next Saturday” Sam sounded unusually chipper, a hint of a smirk in his voice, a suspicious amount of enthusiasm for such an early hour.

“Why” Bucky groaned, rubbing sleep from his eyes, going back to lying down.

“Were having a cookout over the weekend, you should come”

“You woke me up to tell me what could have been a text message?” Bucky asked incredulously, closing his eyes, ready to let sleep free him from such a ridiculous conversation.

“Ooo, white panther knows how to text now”

“White Wolf” Bucky grumbled, regretting every telling Sam the name he had been given in Wakanda. “I’ll come if you just let me go back to sleep”

"Alright, but bring your girl too"

There it was.

He could feel the shit eating grin Sam was giving him over the phone, eye brows wigging up and down, all his perfect teeth out.

“Whatcha say Barnes?”

Sleep had disappeared into thin air as Bucky shot up, mentally kicking himself for the nonsense he’d gotten himself into. He fiddled with the corner of his sheet, hoping to find an out.

"I thought you only invited family"

"Hey, anyone that you're allowing within 3 feet of your personal space might as well be considered family" Sam snorted, not believing a single word Bucky had said the night before. The conversation moved on to a different topic, easing some of Bucky’s nerves. A whole hour had passed and Bucky was sure he was in the clear until-

“Back to the matter at hand, you bringing her or not?”

“Why are you like this, does being Captain America always come with the caveat with also being a pain in my ass, I’m not going to-”

Bucky was about to refuse until a knock at the door pulled him away from the conversation, the scent of fresh pancakes wafting through the door. He pulled himself up, a smile tugging on his lips, knowing exactly who was on the other side, not needing to check as he untangled himself from the sheets.

His sweet neighbor.

Bucky wasn’t religious and he wasn’t a big believer in a higher power but there had to be something out there when people like you existed. Whenever Sam asked him why he stayed in the dingy little apartment that barely had windows and a closet for a bedroom, he’d insist it was because he preferred a small space and was still getting used to living a normal life so he wasn’t ready for another move just yet.

The part he always left out was that his dingy apartment came with an absolute angle that lived next door. Kind hearted. Sweet. An absolute darling. You were one of the first people he’d interacted with when he moved in. All the nerves he had about living alone and growing accustomed to a regular life melted away the first day, when you came over with a plate of fresh cookies.

He felt like a little boy whenever you were around, having the biggest crush on the prettiest girl on the playground, his mind going to mush whenever you smiled at him. But it wasn’t a crush. Nope. No....? No. He narrowed his eyes at himself before making his way to the door.

“Buck? Did your tongue rust-”

“I’ll uh-I’ll think about it” He mumbled before cutting the call, a bashful smile on his face as he unhooked the chain and swung the door open. “G’morning doll”

“Good Morning” You grinned, handing Bucky the plate which he gratefully accepted, his stomach rumbling between the butterflies that fluttered in his tummy. “I heard you get in last night, didn’t think you’d have time to do a grocery run or cook anything” You handed him a bag of fruits and vegetables, two of those bags full of plums. His favorite.

“You didn’t have to do all this” If his cheeks grew any warmer he would’ve sworn he was running a fever. And he didn’t get fevers.

“You’re out saving the world, I think getting you a few groceries is the least I could do. So, how’s the new Captain?” You had never met Sam in person but hearing enough stories from Bucky told you all you needed to know. No one else was better suited to take on the shield than him.

“A pain in my ass even if he means well” Bucky smiled shaking his head to himself. “He’s been pestering me to get out more...start dating” He mumbled the last part, wincing. He’d fought off aliens, gone to battle alongside a tree and a talking raccoon, survived being help captive by Hydra but being boyfriend material? His flirting game was as strong as pre serum Steve's right hook.

“Well, handsome solider like you, shouldn’t be too hard to find you a date” You felt your own face heat up as soon as the words left your mouth but wasn’t like it was a secret. There was no way he would have had trouble in the dating department; aside from being one of the most beautiful people you’d laid your eyes on he was also the sweetest. Bucky was nothing but a gentleman and with a pure and soft heart and if you didn’t get your shit together and control the way he made you weak in the knees-

“Not the same ladies man I was in the 40′s doll” He chuckled, blue eyes sparkling at your compliment, “Either way, I got myself into a mess with that” He smiled sheepishly while you cocked your head, urging him to continue.

“Well, I sort of lied to get him off my case” Bucky blushed, rubbing the back of his head, his the pink on his cheeks deepening at your cheeky smile. “I-I told him I already have a girlfriend but as you can see-” Bucky waved into his empty apartment that showed no signs of human life, “-it back fired immediately because he's invited my nonexistent girlfriend to a cookout this weekend. In Louisiana. With all his family. And friends”

Bucky let his head hit the wall with a dull thump, cursing himself for putting a foot in his mouth. Sure he could just come clean and say he lied. But that would mean admitting he lied and that was worse because then Sam would give him shit for that, plus try to get him out more and-

“What if- what if I went with you?” Bucky’s head shot up, blinking in surprise at your words, wondering if he heard you correctly. “I could pretend to be your girlfriend for a day, get Cap off your case. Only if you’re comfortable with it though”

“Really? You’d do that?” You giggled at his lost puppy expression, his eyes lighting up when he realized you were being serious.

“Of course” You smiled sincerely, “I’d be happy to! Just let me know what time to be ready at and I’ll be all yours”

All his.

The little boy in his was running around in circles, his heart beating too fast for the rest of his body to keep up. The thought of you being his girlfriend for a day was more than he could ever dream of. Of course it was only pretend and he’d wouldn’t dare push for more; not when you deserved the world. At the very least, he wouldn’t have to deal with Sam’s nagging.

Problem solved.

*****

This was a bad idea.

A bad, bad idea.

Bucky had gone through at least 4 outfits, debating between an array of Henley’s, before settling on a blue one when he remembered you complimented it because it was blue like his eyes. He picked up his razor and then immediately put it down when he remembered you once said you liked the scruff on him. Even if this was just pretend, every single part of him was on edge as if this were a real date. As soon as his enhanced hearing picked up your soft footsteps padding down the hall, he was right by the door, nervously chewing his lip.

Bucky blinked, his heart nearly giving way at 106 years old when he saw you make your way down the hall towards his apartment. You were in a flowery sundress, with a large cakebox in hand, your sweet perfume already making him dizzy. If Sam didn’t kill him for lying, the crush he had on you would be the next thing to take him out.

"You-you look beautiful" And sweet. And adorable. And delectable.

An angel.

You looked like an angel.

"Thank you, you look good too Sarge" You looked down at Bucky’s chest instead of meeting his eyes, unable to look at his pretty face. His adorable face. Handsome face. That dimple on his chin. Blue eyes. Pink lips. Fuck, you had such a big crush on him.

It was going to be an interesting day.

*****

Bucky parked the car at Sam’s place, which wasn’t too far from the lake where everyone had gathered. Part of him was almost sad they had made it on time; the car ride over with you ending faster than he’d liked.

“He wasn’t kidding when he said he only invited family” Bucky snorted, seeing all of Sam’s relatives there along with his closest neighbors, many of whom he’d met before. He took the cakebox from you, slipping his hand into yours, smiling when you gave him a reassuring squeeze. You both made your way over, hand in hand, your heart skipping a beat each time someone greeted Bucky, every single person over joyed that he’d finally met someone to call his.

He made his way over to the grill where Sam filliped a few burgers; the new Cap grinning when he saw you both. There was no missing the sparkle in his eyes when he looked down to your hand in Bucky’s, noting you were was holding his metal one, no longer covered by gloves.

Interesting.

“You’re lookin’ good” Sam wiggled his eyebrows at Bucky, loving the way the soldier rolled his eyes, trying to brush off the way his cheeks were dusted pink.

“This is y/n, my girlfriend” Girlfriend. Bucky loved the way it rolled off his tongue with ease, not feeling an ounce of hesitance. The word previously feeling so foreign to him now felt so natural when he had you by his side. And holding your hand. And hearing your laugh. And-

Relax Bucky, it’s just for a day.

“I’m Sam, and it’s very nice to meet you” He pulled you into a hug, still curiously eyeing Bucky, genuinely unable to figure out where he’d managed to find a sweetheart like you.

“Thank you for the invite” you giggled as he gave you a light squeeze before letting you go, inspecting the cakebox Bucky handed to him. He grinned at the fresh strawberries that decorated the cake, shamelessly plucking one off and popping it into his mouth. “Strawberry shortcake. A little white wolf told me it was your favorite”

“Well if the big bad wolf likes you then I like you cause he doesn’t like anybody. You must be special” Sam mused, a part of him wanting to be skeptical but there was nothing, absolutely nothing made up about the Bucky was looking at you. He gazed down at you as if you’d hung the moon and stars right in his room, an utterly lovesick puppy. You felt your cheeks heat up, burying your face into Bucky’s side while he chuckled, pulling you closer to him and pressing a kiss on top of your head. Damn right, she’s special.

You both made your way over to mingle with the rest of the crowd, have no trouble at all playing the role of an utterly in love boyfriend and girlfriend. Bucky didn’t miss a single chance to press little kisses on your cheeks, every so often pecking your nose. His hand never left your waist, always holding you close to him, his face occasionally buried into the crook of your neck.

You played your part almost better than he did, gushing over what a gentleman he always was to you, stayed tucked by his side, nuzzling under his chin, occasionally actually getting lost in his soft scent of laundry detergent, his cologne and something distinctly him. You made the elderly ladies giggle and blush each time Bucky did something adorable, proudly showing you off to everyone.

He didn’t even let you eat without being the most perfect doting boyfriend. You’d both served your plates, finding a nice spot to sit under a shady tree; Bucky sat on the large lawn chair, secretly happy there was only one. You were about to walk off to get another when he tugged your wrist and pulling you back.

“C’mere, I wont bite” Bucky grinned, surprised with himself as he pulled you onto his lap with ease. You let out a squeak, your nose bumping against his as you plopped onto him, lips nearly brushing his.

“Smooth, Barnes. Remind me again, how you don’t have a girlfriend” You let out a breathless laugh, screaming to yourself on the inside that this was fake. He was playing the role perfectly, that was all. So fucking perfectly.

Why was he so perfect.

Bucky smirked, kissing your shoulder, letting you relax against his chest, wondering if you’d feel his heart hammering against his ribcage from how flustered he actually was. He easily maneuvered you so you sat comfortably across his thighs, his arm still securely around your waist.

When was he ever this smooth.

If anyone else was this close, he’s run for the hills, but now he was contemplating tossing you over his shoulder and running to Sam’s house, the guest bedroom was upstairs and two doors to the right-

“Well I’ll be damned, he really does have a girlfriend” Sam shook his head while Joaquin snorted, both men looking at you and Bucky with heart eyes while they sipping their beers from the docks.

“You think they’re faking?” Joaquin nudged Sam’s shoulder, watching Bucky now fed you a piece of cake, still keeping you on his lap, sneakily kissing the cream from the corner off your lips between bites. You’d giggle every time, feeding him a strawberry, squealing when he’s playfully bite your fingers.

“You can fake a lot of things but not the way he’d blushing and giggling like a toddler in a candy store” Bucky played with your fingers, intertwining them with his hand, his nose scrunching as he laughed at something you said.

“It’s nice to see him like this” Joaquin had seen grumpy Bucky, grouchy Bucky, angry Bucky, scary Bucky, sleepy Bucky, just about every Bucky on the planet, but this? This was a first. Love struck Bucky. Charming Bucky. Happy Bucky. Simpy Bucky. Sappy Bucky. Giggly Bucky. Playful biting Bucky. Ready to get down on one knee if you’d let him, Bucky.

“Steve always said he was a charmer, he wasn’t lying”

They couldn’t take their eyes off the way the corner of Bucky’s eyes crinkled each time he smiled or the way you’d instinctively lean into him when he spoke. He’d tuck your hair away from your face, his hands lingering on your cheek for a second longer, giving them a glimpse of the man from the 40′s before the war, youthful and innocent, his heart full of hope, a smirk that would make his best girl swoon; the both of you in your own little world.

“He looks happy”

Sam had seen people look happy before. They’d smile but their eyes would be empty. They’d laugh but their voices were hollow. They’d look like they were on top of the world while sitting at rock bottom. The way Bucky’s eyes sparkled, his boyish laugh, the way he’d nuzzle into you, trying to be closer to you than physically possible, was more than just looking happy.

“He is happy”

Bucky had completely forgotten about pretending with you, lost in how perfectly you fit in his arms. You had taken up your role very seriously, telling him how utterly handsome he was, never missing moment to peck his scruffy cheek or card your fingers through his short soft locks. You intertwined you fingers with his vibrainium ones, busing your lips against his cool knuckles.

At some point in the afternoon, he’d slipped his jacket off and wrapped you up with it as evening crept around the corner. Not a single person doubted the nature of your relationship; at least four of Sam’s uncles had told Bucky to propose soon.

You don’t meet a girl who makes you this damn giggly just anywhere, Sergeant. Hold onto her.

****

Just when he thought he couldn’t fall for you more, you had fallen asleep in his arms, contently snuggled up in his jacket as the sunset over the lake. Most of Sam’s family had gone back home, a few close relatives still hanging around the boat, sipping on coffee. Bucky couldn’t help but wrap his arms around you, softly kissing your forehead; he could get used to this. Cuddling up with you after date nights. Hearing your laugh. The softness of your lips. The way your hand always found itself in his metal one without hesitation.

Fuck he wished this was real.

You stirred slightly, a content sigh slipping past your lips at the feel of his kiss. Nothing felt more comfy than being wrapped up by the super soldier, his solid arms holding you close. You didn’t want to wake up, wishing you could sleep forever if it meant you’d be this close to Bucky all the time. The day felt like a dream; the exact dreams you had when you thought about your sweet neighbor. How it’d be for him to call you yours. To Be his girl. To make him smile. To make him laugh.

If only it wasn’t just for a day.

“You have a nice nap, baby?” Bucky smirked as you blinked awake, stretching on his lap like a cat before snuggling against him again. “My pretty girl”

“Why wouldn’t I when my boyfriend is the comfiest spot to sleep on?” You teased, bringing your hand up to toy with the chain of his dog tags. Bucky chuckled, tilting your chin up to meet his eyes, kissing your nose. There was no one around you both, though neither of you seemed interesting in dropping the act just yet.

“You fit perfectly here, doll” He grinned, blushing when he hesitantly pulled you a little closer, your arms moving to wrap around his shoulders, resting on the back of his neck.

“I think I like it here” You sucked in a breath as he rested his forehead against yours, bringing his hand to cup your cheek. His nose gently bumped against yours, his warm breath tickling your lips.

“Me too” He closed the gap between you both, pressing his lips to yours sweetly, savoring every bit of your softness. He couldn’t help but deepen the kiss as you parted your mouth letting his tongue lace with yours while your hand made its way through his hair, tugging on his short locks. Bucky let out a groan, letting his hands drop to your waist, kissing you for as long as he could until you both needed oxygen.

“Maybe we can pretend for a little longer?” Bucky broke away, panting, his forehead still pressed against yours. You giggled between breaths, peppering kisses across his face.

“Just a little longer?”

“Maybe- maybe forever?” He looked at you with his classic puppy eyes, his heart bursting when you pulled him in for another kiss; forever. Forever sounded good.

A few years later

“So, you finally gonna admit I made this happen?” Sam whispered while Bucky snorted, shaking his head.

“Not gonna happen”

“C’mon, I made this happen, I caused this”

“You caused chaos”

Sam scoffed in fake offence, taking a sleepy Becca from Bucky’s arms while the soldier went to go check on you. “Now when do I get to meet my second God child?”

“In a few hours” Bucky stretched before making his way back to your room, smiling at your resting form. He carefully laid down beside you, letting his hand splay across your tummy; in just a few more hours there would be a little Samuel Grant Barnes in the world.

“We’re really good at pretending” You murmured, make Bucky chuckle, taking your hand in his and kissing the ring that sat on your finger.

“Maybe just one more baby after this? Really convince them, Mrs. Barnes?”

“Uncle Sam, tell me a bedtime story?” Becca pouted, having been at the hospital for hours, giving Sam the exact same face Bucky gave you. Her little bottom lip jutting out, big (y/c/e) eyes blinking up at him. He grinned, settling her on his lap before he made a thinking face before asking what she’d want to hear.

“What kinda story, Beccs, an animal story, a super cool falcon story or Captain America story or a flying Falcon Captain America story?”

“The chaos daddy said you caused” She giggled while Sam nodded, taking a deep breath before starting.

“It all started when your daddy said he had a girlfriend...”

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thecordelialetters · 3 months ago

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The Bionic and the Ballerina Pt.3

wc:1,132

Chase Davenport x fem!reader

And then I go and spoil it all by saying somethin' stupid like, "I love you"

Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4

Thankfully the week had passed and with the help of Chase, you were able to ace your history test.

Your friendship with Bree was going smoothly. When you had time the two of you would gossip about others, talk about boys, or the latest episode of Vampire Diaries. Your Saturday morning was bleak, your older brother who had become your guardian, was covering a coworker's shift, leaving you alone in the tiny apartment you shared. A heavy sigh left your lips as you sipped on a cup of jasmine tea. Buzz buzz...

Your phone screen lit up with a picture of Chase. His contact image was a photo of the two of you during lunch when you had accidentally matched colors. His smile matched yours as both of you faced the camera. Seeing his arm around you in the photo brought a familiar heat to your core. The message read, "Tasha and Davenport are heading out, want to come over?" Excitedly you changed out of your pajamas leaving the house in a pink skirt and white blouse. With no time to do your hair, you clipped it up leaving a few strands in your face.

Chase jolted at the sound of the doorbell and hurried to open it. The moment his eyes fell on you, a breath caught in his throat. You looked... different—your hair swept up, framing your face in a way that softened your features, lending you an air of delicate elegance.

As you stepped past him and into the room, his gaze dropped to your blouse. Resting just above your chest, a gold, heart-shaped locket gleamed, rising and falling with the subtle rhythm of your breath. The gentle rise and fall seemed to command his attention, while the sweet fragrance of your perfume wrapped around him, dizzying in its allure.

"You look beautiful," he whispered, the words escaping him in a hushed, almost reverent tone, as though the sight of you demanded nothing less.

You took a seat on the couch as Davenport and Tasha came in carrying their luggage. "This is so exciting! I've never been to Australia before!" You stood back up to greet them, "You're going to love it! The hiking and beaches are to die for." Another voice from the door spoke up, "Maybe you'll like it so much you won't come back!"

Tasha rolled her eyes at the AI before continuing, "Honey do you have the plane tickets?" "Plane tickets? We are taking my fully automated private jet." He grinned. You poked Chase's side, "Oh lala fancy."

"Leo this is your chance to prove you're responsible enough to stay home without us." Leo looked baffled and pointed to the siblings, "me what about them?"

Davenport looked at you cautiously, "They're responsible enough...you on the other hand were designed to break things." He eyed Leo down. Leo pushed the couple out the door, "Don't worry it'll be fine enjoy your trip!"

The minute they left Adam and Bree shouted "Woo party!" and left to do their own plans, leaving you and Chase...and Leo. Chase side-eyed Leo as if saying, "How about you beat it so I can hang out with the girl I like." It appeared Leo wasn't as receptive and stayed in place. The three of you sat on the couch in painful silence before Leo decided to get up and play with his toys/action figures, leaving you, Chase, and a large gap between the two. You turned to Chase, "I know you and your family are coming to see my show next week, but would you like to see what I've been practicing so far?" He nodded eagerly. You stood up and played the music for your solo on your phone. Deep breaths in. Deep breaths out. In. Out.

Ballet was more than movement; it was your escape, your body bending and stretching in ways that felt both impossible and freeing, guided not by thought but by the rhythm that pulsed through the music. The Rose Adagio—your long-awaited solo—was your moment to demonstrate the intimate conversation between body and melody.

Chase’s gaze never wavered. Every spin, every leap you made seemed to pull him deeper into your world, as if he, too, was part of the dance. His eyes followed you with an intensity that felt like a silent partner, mirroring your every step. Each graceful leap was weightless, landing so softly it was as if the air itself caught you. As the music swelled, you moved with a passionate fluidity, your skirt sweeping through the air like petals caught in a gentle breeze. The symphony crescendoed, and even from across the room, you could feel him sway with the rising tide of emotion in your dance as if the music had tethered him to you.

You stopped breathing slightly harder, "Well um...what did you think?" nervously shuffling your hands together. Chase snapped out of his reverie and took one step before playing his arms around your lefts and lifting you up, spinning you around. "That was the most amazing dance I've ever seen, the way you move was like a swan descending into the water, it was like... it was like the feeling of the first autumn breeze." He rambled on with many beautiful comparisons but you were too busy staring into his eyes. Overcome with happiness, you grabbed his face and softly planted your lips on his.

Chase paused before leaning in, one hand on your waist the other holding your jaw. This was no kiss of lust but one of appreciation for each other. His heart thumped against his chest, deeper and deeper.

The smell of his natural cologne invaded your senses, his lips pressed against yours, your noses brushing up occasionally. Your hand grabbed his hard muscle the other lightly resting on his stomach. You sunk in his embrace, letting his lips brush against yours before interlocking again. Your hand moved up and down his waist feeling the heat of his skin. Your thumb mindlessly toying with his waistband. The two of you broke apart immediately letting the forgotten air fill your lungs. The phantom feeling of the kiss lingered as you took sight of his flushed face.

"I love you." He blurted out.

Your eyes widened. He stammered, "I mean no I don't, I mean I like you but we also just met, and I love you?" You stepped back, "I'm sorry Chase look I really like you but..." You stopped not knowing what to say back. It wasn't that you DIDN'T love him, but rather you didn't know what love was. This wasn't your first rodeo with a boy, but your previous relationship was nothing like this one. The first boy you ever "went out" with was immature and only liked you for your body. Rather than waiting for you to finish, Chase turned around and ran. You stood there not knowing what to do. It would be weird to run after him in his own house. You packed up your stuff and left, you'd try to talk to him tomorrow.

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msmk11 · 5 months ago

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perhaps a tangerine x fem!reader where she's an agent they work with on 3-person jobs, and she gets severely injured (like I'm talking shot in the abdomen or severe head wound or pushed off a roof), nearly fatally and tan goes into a rage, then Angst because she's on the verge of death?

(sorry I really don't know ask etiquette)

Tangerine x fem!reader

CW: Angst, fluff, violence and blood, r almost dies

A/n: thanks for requesting, love! happy reading :)

- - - -

Things went to shit quickly.

The plan you, Tan, and Lemon had put into place should’ve been flawless. You were all supposed to bombard the target at once in hopes of overwhelming their forces. Though there were only three of you, when your individual strengths were combined, you guys were an unstoppable team. Tangerine was impeccable in hand-to-hand combat, Lemon could outshoot anyone with a gun, and you were so agile on your feet that it was already too late for the enemy by the time they noticed your presence.

But this time, they noticed. Maybe you’d taken one wrong step, or the man before you just had a bionic ear, but regardless, you were in trouble. Instead of surprising the target, he surprised you. You were creeping slowly towards him from behind, knife in hand, when he suddenly turned on you, gun pointing straight at your chest.

The cruel smirk that decorated his face made your stomach drop, and you knew this was it. This was how you’d die. You threw up your hands and dropped the knife, hoping your surrender would encourage some sort of mercy.

It seemed your luck had run out, for he pulled the trigger anyways, sending a bullet right into your abdomen.

You’d been shot before, but never so fatally. Instantly, you crumpled to the ground with a loud cry. The searing pain in your stomach was severe, and you writhed on the floor in pain.

The man stalked towards you, gun still in hand, prepared to finish you off entirely. Your life flashed before your eyes and you were overcome with so much regret and remorse. This was it, and you were so young. You hadn’t even confessed to-

Bang.

Another gunshot went off and you flinched, but the pain never came. You opened your eyes to find the man on the ground before you, blood pooling from his head and Tangerine above him, jaw tight and a severe look on his face.

Already you felt so weak, and you could barely whisper his name, “Tan…”

Tangerine rushed towards you and fell to his knees, gun cast aside with a clatter. He pulled you into his arms and you hissed in pain.

“Love? Lovely?”

You gave him no answer, only casting your hand aside to reveal the wound. There was already so much blood.

For the first time ever you saw fear flicker through Tangerine’s eyes, “no, no. Fucking shit. No, you’re okay. You’re gonna be okay. You’re fine. Nothing we can’t fix just gotta-“

With shaking hands, you cupped his face, “Tangerine, sweetheart. It’s okay. You’ll be okay.”

Without me.

He shook his head at you, unruly curls bouncing everywhere, “no, don’t say that. You’re going to be fine. You’re going to survive this. Bloody fucking he’ll I should’ve been there. I could’ve stopped it, I could’ve saved you and-“

When Tangerine got into one of these rants, there was little one could do to stop him. So you did the only thing you could think of- and also the thing you’d been dying to do for years- kiss him. His mustache tickled your lips, just like you’d imagined countless times, and he tasted of whiskey and cigarettes. You only pulled away when you felt your grip begin to weaken, “Tan, let me go.”

The tenderness in his eyes vanished, replaced by something darker and more severe, “No. Like hell I will. I finally got to kiss ya, and I won’t let anyone take that away from me. You’re gonna live, I swear it.”

“Tan-“ you protested pitifully.

Tangerine kissed you tenderly on the forehead and propped you up against the wall, “I’ll be back.”

He ran straight back into action and screamed at Lemon, “take ‘er to the car. I’ll finish this off. She needs medical help, now.”

“Bruva’-“ Lemon protested.

Tangerine only screamed at him again, a wild look in his eyes. You were starting to fade in and out of consciousness, everything around you going hazy. But you heard it all, his screams, then the gunshots, and then the screams of others. You thought there was a lot of blood on your hands, literally. But it was nothing in comparison to the blood on Tangerine’s.

“Darling, please, my love. Don’t, don’t leave me. I can’t do this without you.”

Bits and pieces of the words that tumbled from Tangerine’s mouth reached your ears as you struggled against unconsciousness.

The sharp pain in your stomach had subsided and you weren’t sure if that was a good thing or not- either it meant you were one step closer to death, no longer feeling the pain at all, or somehow, miraculously, you’d gotten medical help in time.

It took everything in you, but you forced your eyes open and were met with Tangerine’s piercing blue stare.

“Love, you’re awake I-“

Tangerine didn’t finish his sentence. His voice was so thick with emotion, he couldn’t manage it. Instead, he reached out, stroking away stray hairs from your face, and you could feel how much his hand was trembling.

“You- you almost died, love. I- I” a single tear rolled down his cheek and landed on your forehead.

“Tangerine, hey, look at me,” you whispered hoarsely.

He tried to look brave as he did, but his jaw shook and tears brimmed in his eyes.

“You wanna know the first thing I felt when I thought I was gonna die? Regret. I laid there thinking- god, I’m about to fucking die, and I never got to tell Tangerine that I loved him. And while the bullet in my abdomen was painful, it was nothing compared to the pain I felt when I understood that I was losing you. My chance to be with you. To be happy with you. To love you. So I’m telling you now. I love you.”

Adoration and awe decorated Tangerine’s face so prettily, and you were sure that you could look around him forever.

“My love, my beautiful girl,” he sighed, “I love you. I love you so much. And imma kiss you every day for the rest of my life, so you always know it too.”

You were surely gonna hold him to it.

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inkybyl · 11 days ago

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The Bad Batch x Fem!Pregnant!Reader: Part 2

Crosshair’s Apology

18+, NSFW themes! Minors DNI

Part 1:

Quick Summary: Life on Pabu with your boys was everything you could ask for, finally putting the war behind you… rarely do you get a moment’s peace with each of your boys solo, but when Crosshair tempts you back to your home from the market, the pair of you discover unresolved feelings that dated back to Order 66.

A/N: Originally the last fic was supposed to be a one shot,,, but I had a lot of fun writing the previous fic 👉👈 So I couldn’t help myself and see if I could add anything onto the dynamics shared between the Boys & the reader! If you read the previous part I hope you enjoyed! And thank you so much for the likes! This one takes on a bit more of a serious tone so I’m hoping I’ve managed to do Crosshair justice!

And oh my stars I’m so sorry - this was not supposed to be this long but I couldn’t help myself 🫣

I hope you enjoy!

If there are any content warnings I’ve missed please let me know! My brain’s turned to mush since finally finishing this!

Word Count: 12.8k (EXACTLY 🤩)

Briefly Proofread!

Content Warnings: Reader’s Relationship with Omega is PLATONIC!

Fem!Reader, Pregnant!Reader, POLY!BadBatch (the Reader is in an established relationship with the boys).

Angst: Flashback to TBB Ep 1/Escaping from Crosshair, descriptions of shooting, Reader injury & scarring. Reader & Crosshair talk about feelings.

Fluff & SMUT/NSFW - Dirty/Rough talk at the beginning, descriptions of receiving oral with Crosshair! Descriptions of Reader’s sleeping dynamics with each Batch Member.

NSFW Mentions of intimacy with each member.

Mainly fluff (sorta), wholesome and domestic dynamics with the Batch + Omega. Slight Spoilers, Set after Season 3! J just in case!

• Ni kar’tayli gar darasuum: I hold you in my heart for eternity. •

Banners by @saradika !

I added banners!! 1) for prettiness and 2) this shi is so long omg

You and Crosshair entered through the door tangled in each other’s arms. It was almost like something out of a holofilm, your hands darting over the other in pure desperation - your mouths only parting at the corners to take deep breaths in and out. His lips only parted from yours to kiss and nip at your neck, his hand tilting your chin up before softly wrapping around your throat. A desperate whine left you as he closed the door, sternly moving your back into the cool wood of your wall whilst his leg came to rub at your core.

“Never known you to of hid yourself this well, kitten,” Crosshair growled into your ear, “So fucking desperate, and acting all innocent today, too.” He continued, beginning to leave his claim over your jugular, softly squeezing your neck and revelling in the gasps and moans that left your lips. His eyes flicked over to see your face, his trousers instantly tightening at how your eyes were rolling back, your plump lips caught between your teeth and cheeks tinted with a dark rouge.

You looked over to him, your hand desperately clutching the back of his head to pull him back in for a breathless and messy kiss, your hand trailing down his chest, fingers eventually hooking at the top of his waistband, moaning at how tight the fabric had strained.

Crosshair was pleasantly surprised and was in no rush to complain about your eager advances, but as soon as his arousal had hit him, so had the memory of what he had promised to you back at the market. His right, bionic hand caught your wrist, his left coming up to your cheek with his thumb on your bottom lip. He’d love nothing more than to have his way with you, to have you clutching to him with overstimulation, to mark you from head to toe. To have you rough and ravaged.

But things were different now, he knew you both would have many moments in the future to claw at each other, physically ripping the clothes off of the other, but he wanted to treat you. He wanted to let you know how much you meant to him.

You both had shared soft and intimate moments before, sometimes privately and sometimes in front of his brothers. Crosshair was always content with being the one you could go to when you were absolutely feral and needed to be put in your place, or sometimes even putting him in his.

He loves you, and he loves what you’ve solidified for him; a long and content future with his family. The hand on your cheek trailed down to your rounded abdomen, a soft hum leaving you, “Cross? Did I… was I going too fast?” You asked, cheeks now taking on a tone of embarrassment as he shook his head, kissing your forehead - a stark difference from a few moments ago.

“No, riduur. Nothing like that.” He hummed, placing his forehead on yours in a sweet keldabe kiss. His hand was placed on the underside of your belly, a smile coming to his face, “As much as I would love to kriff you against this wall, I believe I promised you something a lot more relaxing.”

Your hand joined his on top of your dress, a soft sigh leaving your lips, a cheeky grin forming, “That is true… however~” The sniper chuckled at your tempting purr, “Believe me, cyare, we’ll have time for that. Let me take care of you before the other’s get home.” He mumbled, his lips chasing yours.

He guided you towards the bedroom, closing the door behind him - the bed still in a half-made state from before you all left to meet with Echo and Omega. Your eyes flicked around the room, smiling at the open window with the curtains flowing with the Pabu wind. Something so simple, yet meant so much; you were all safe. You could afford to leave your windows open, to have your bed right next to such a thing that showed the beautiful rising sun each morning. The bed that you shared with the Batch in your home was, compared to the barracks and bunks you’d grown accustomed to, massive.

The bed was specially made for all of you, the squad refusing to sleep in a separate bed from you, even if it meant sleeping with a few awkward elbows in each other’s faces and bodies with attempts to nudge closer to their beloved. Your cuddle piles were a top contender in defending the reason behind such a large piece of furniture, but you loved the evenings you spent with them. They would all take turns laying next to you, and a nod to their adaptive nature; most of the time they would all find a way to lay with a part of their body touching yours.

The most common positions recently involved you sleeping on Wrecker’s soft yet sturdy chest, sometimes even laying on top of him like a massive pillow, your arms and legs spread over him - the picture Tech took of you for commemoration looked absolutely hilarious one time. Even before you had become established with the boys, you would all huddle to Wrecker for his warmth and comfort some nights on the Marauder, or even on some missions that kept you all out for days on end, he helped you all feel and sleep safe. Wrecker knew that his stature was intimidating to a lot of people they’d interact with over the years, working to his advantage most of the time to get the boys what they needed as quickly as possible. Yet he never scared you, you loved how easily he could pick you up for a hug, to help you reach the taller parts of your home - and using him as your own personal body pillow was something he would never say no to. If anything, it made him smug knowing that his whole body could encapsulate you, rubbing it in when he would turn you both over in the cuddle pile away from the embrace from his brothers.

Echo loved being close to you whenever he returned from his mission to save his clone brothers, the Batch agreeing without having to exchange words that the ARC Trooper would remain skin-to-skin with you every night during his home visits. He adores being next to you, especially how tenderly you would kiss his skin after helping him remove his prosthetics for bed. He found a way, with Tech’s help, to find a material that was both sturdy for the battlefield and a good conductor of heat for bedtime - just in case the call of sleep was far too great and couldn’t find the energy to remove his appendages. Sometimes you just wanted to love on him, referring to his arm and legs, or lack there of, as ‘his lil’ nubs’ - at first it was meant to tease him for a laugh during your days on the Marauder, but now you couldn’t help it. You would kiss his scarred skin more times than he could ever count, sometimes the soft connection of your lips being the very thing that sent him to sleep. A peaceful sleep, at that.

Hunter would love to hold you close to him, making sure all his senses could calm at the fact that you were still here; with him, with his Vode. He knew that you were real, that you were always there every night when he would fall asleep, and there every morning when he awoke. His senses could dull knowing that you were safe and at peace in his arms. He was always on alert, even back on the Marauder, when it was his turn for you to sleep in his bunk, or his turn in yours, he would ensure you were against the wall - instinctively shielding you from anything that could burst in at any moment. But now, on Pabu, he slept with less tension in his muscles. With you and Omega safe and sound after all they had been through, he could feel his body release and relax all the stress he’d been holding in all this time. With you being there for a cuddle at the end of every day, your soft snores that he could pick up on was worth every bit of torment he went through to get to this point. Even if it wasn’t his turn to be the one cradling you in bed, just your scent and heartbeat surrounding the room kept him at ease.

It was a mission in itself to get Tech to fall asleep, he would work himself for days without so much a wink of slumber, the only time you vividly remember him sleeping was after removing Wrecker’s inhibitor chip on Bracca. Your approach to get him to finally rest had to be choreographed with the help of his brothers. The first time you got Tech to stay in one place was asking him to read to you, the many facts and findings of his journeys from before you joined Clone Force 99 was a strong plan. Tech was delighted to know that you wanted to listen to him, used to being interrupted and shushed with his ‘useless information’. He knew his brothers’ were well-intentioned, but he jumped on the opportunity to talk about his data in a heartbeat. It must have been hours before he first heard your soft snoring on his chest, his cheeks heating up with how cute you looked, and how endearing it was for him to realise that you fell asleep thanks to him soothing you. He was going to move, to tuck you in and continue working until you tugged at his blacks, “Mph… why’d you stop…?” You mumbled, drooling ungraciously on his pec. “Ah. Well… alright then.” He would find that he lulled himself to sleep embracing you that first time, and he never wanted to go without it again. He was a very reasonable man, but sometimes he couldn’t help but pout when he felt exiled to the edge of the bed (it was Hunter’s turn to cuddle you). Usually the nights would have your head tucked under Tech’s chin so he could work on his data pad without the light blasting your eyes. Once you all made a life on Pabu, the boys couldn’t help but feel uneasy without the constant whirring of their ship that they were used to, and with you enjoying Tech talking you to sleep, they found themselves enjoying his soft facts before and during bedtime as well.

Crosshair would never admit before you joined the squad that his Vode’s cuddle pile, from their cadet days that grew with them, would set his mind at ease. His fidgeting and nail biting would cease at the feeling that all his brothers were still there with him, and then you came. You would put his mind at ease, yes - but he was a man of few words and could never tell you how much he loved you being there, being able to be the one to put your mind at ease for a change. His turn with you could be as soft as an arm over your waist, to having your face smooshed into his skin under his chin. He loved feeling like he could be a calming force for someone, a comfort he would always seek out was now sought out towards him, and it warmed his heart. He was cold, abrupt and spoke only with purpose, and for you to seek warmth from the sniper confused him to no end - but he would never stop you.

As if on cue, Crosshair leant his head down to your shoulder, breaking you out of your pleasant trance and leaving gentle kisses along your bare skin and the few faint scars from before this comfortable life.

“Lay down on the bed, cyare…” The sniper told you, his hands stroking your arms. With a soft groan, you crawled onto the bed, somehow forgetting about the added weight of your pregnancy on your front, reaching the pillows and turning around to lay on your back, smiling up at the handsome lithe man in front of you.

After you situated yourself along the pillows, Crosshair followed you along, leading small kisses along your shins, his hands coming up to your foot to rub at the tender skin. The cold from his mechanical hand shocked your senses slightly, making you flinch with a ticklish giggle. Instead of moving his hand away, the smooth metallic thumb began to dig away at the knots and swelling in your foot, his left hand contrasting the cold with a warm stroke of his thumb afterwards.

You let out a sigh, your nerves loosening beneath his skilled hands, your leg twitching now and again from the sensitivity, but eventually he worked his way from your foot up to your calf, his head leaning over to place a kiss on your belly, “How’s that, cyare?” He whispered, watching you with content when you leant your head back, closing your eyes, “So good…”

His dexterous fingers found some knots in your calves, carefully caressing them out. His hands worked up above your knees, fingers now sliding underneath the skirt of your dress as he started work on your thighs. You couldn’t help but moan as he stroked over one of your swollen muscles and another faint scar, one that you had injured around the time that you had met Omega, actually.

You’d actually injured it when…

… Oh…

… When getting away from Crosshair…

Usually when you thought back to the events of your first meeting with Omega, Crosshair’s turn during Order 66 would leave you feeling slightly glum, but nothing that would ruin your day. You weren’t sure if it was your hormones; or just how tender Crosshair was being with you; maybe the fact that you were pregnant and there was an overwhelming sense of hope running through you. But the thought of this life not even being possible hit you like a modified Podracer.

You brought your arm over your eyes, you kept telling yourself that ‘… it’s okay, he’s right here, it wasn’t his fault… we’re all safe…’, cursing whatever force decided to crash a wave of emotion into you. You tried to think of something else, like Crosshair’s current gentle affections towards you, but in due time your bottom lip began to quiver as the memories came flooding back…

“Best stand down, Sergeant.”

Crosshair spoke, his posture had been full of confidence with a new squad of stormtroopers behind his back.

“Make it easy on yourself.”

“Have you lost your mind?!”

Your squad couldn’t believe their eyes. Your mouth had gone bone dry, your grip on Omega’s shoulders tightening as she glanced at you in concern. You tuned out majority of the exchange between Crosshair and Hunter, your eyes solely focused on the sniper from behind your cover. How could this have happened? One of the men you loved with all of your heart, all of your being, was ready to order a squad to open fire on you all. The only thing you could hear was your heartbeat along with a screaming ringing in your ears.

It wasn’t until Crosshair’s eyes had twitched in your direction that brought you back to where you were, before snapping back to his brother, “Now surrender.” He growled. You shook your head, trying your hardest to ignore the swell in the back of your throat, noticing Hunter’s glance back at you and the rest of the boys, bringing your helmet over your head and bringing your blaster to an aim. Omega looked up at the slight tremble in your arms with concern, you could feel that she wanted to reach out and comfort you. But she couldn’t, not now. You had to stay focused, you all had to get out of here.

“Is that an order?” You heard Hunter ask, his tone darkening slightly before Crosshair scoffed, “Heh. I guess it is.”

“Well… I guess I’m disobeying that one, too.”

You traded glances with Wrecker, Echo and Tech, all of you waiting for someone to make the first move. Your heart was still pounding, and you were sure that Omega must have been able to see and hear it through your armour. You had to keep it together, for just a bit longer until you got away from this.

You were caught off guard when Crosshair had fired at Hunter, your Sergeant ducking down and rolling over to you and Omega to avoid the incoming fire from the troopers at the other end of the hanger.

You began firing your blaster, cursing once smoke clouded your vision after the Corries must’ve thrown out some smoke bombs. You ducked down with your hand resting on Omega’s back, knowing that Crosshair would be using his thermal by this point. “Tech, we gotta’ move. Now.” You heard Hunter.

“Wrecker, clear the smoke on 3.”

“You got it, boss.”

“Omega, stay low - (Y/N), keep us covered and make sure she doesn’t get hurt.”

“Right.” You agreed through your voice modifier with a swift nod. You brought your attention back to the stormtroopers, focusing on where the blaster fire was coming from through the smoke, firing your blaster with a few calculated aims - hearing some shouts in pain and seeing a reduce in loose fire. It wasn’t until a blast had narrowly missed your head, shooting past you, your breath hitched and bile rose to your throat once you realised who it had come from.

He should have been able to make that shot. Was it a warning? No. It couldn’t be, he’s aiming to kill. Had he went to dodge a shot at the same time? Whatever it was, it had you ducking with your hand coming to your chest. You weren’t going to panic here, not now.

Omega looked at you, gasping at the thin burn mark that managed to skim across the side of your helmet. Hunter’s voice in your comm brought you back to reality with his countdown, Wrecker yelling, “3!”, before running out with two metal plates to clap them together, some of the thicker smoke clearing to show some troopers advancing on your position. Wrecker then tossed one plate towards the soldiers, taking them down in one fell swoop before throwing the second in Crosshair’s direction.

The sniper rolled out of the way and aimed with great poise, pulling the trigger and hitting Wrecker, his helmet flying off as he landed on the metal ground with a harsh whack. “Wrecker!” You yelled, your grip on Omega’s shoulder faltering and she took the opportunity to try and run towards him. You knew what was going on as soon as there wasn’t a finishing shot dealt to Wrecker, your eyes widening as you saw her run past Hunter, “Omega, don’t!”You looked towards Crosshair from your cover and saw how without any hesitation, took the shot that would have struck Omega down.

Thankfully Hunter pulled her back just in time and swung her back into your arms, “He’s using Wrecker as bait!”

“But he needs our help!”

She argued back, you squeezed her shoulder, “We can’t help him if we end up shot, Omega!” You told her, turning the both of you so that your back was against the cover, Omega still in front of you. If you were to be shot then at least your armour would pose some chance of protection for the young girl. After some more shots towards the troopers and your lover, you heard Hunter speak to Omega, signalling for your attention, too. “When I say ‘go’, you head for that ramp and don’t stop. Got it?” She nodded as you listened to his plan to give Echo cover to help Wrecker onto the Marauder.

You readied yourself, running out with Hunter to start firing towards your assailants, keeping them behind cover as Echo started to walk towards the ship with Wrecker’s arm over his shoulder. With a few final shots of cover fire, Hunter turned back to help his brothers. You were a competent fighter, you had proven time and time again you could provide them with cover fire.

But your head wasn’t in the game.

This wasn’t like you, you could fight, but you’ve never had to fight against one of your loved ones. Your aim was faltering, and was your visor fogging up? You were distracted, confused and most of all sloppy.

Under your unpredictable fire, Crosshair had managed to peek around his corner, dealing a shot to your right thigh that sent you back onto your rear with a loud shout. “(Y/N)!!” Your boys called out to you, your arm was still outstretched and firing at the Coruscant Guards, crawling backwards whilst you showed no signs of stopping.

Your adrenaline was the only thing keeping you from breaking down and keeling over in pain or passing out. With a couple more shots to give Hunter and Echo time to bring Wrecker onto the ship, your eyes flicked towards the barrel of Crosshair’s sniper. He wouldn’t miss this time, and you knew he wouldn’t. You hadn’t the time to process that you had stopped shooting, too overcome with the shock of your situation and the fact that Crosshair was about to pull his trigger, lining up his shot with a bullseye to your skull.

It never came, instead a blast was shot directly towards his sniper rifle, knocking it down to the ground. Crosshair turned towards you all, and you couldn’t guess what expression he held under his helmet. You, Hunter, Wrecker and Echo followed his gaze, finding Omega with a blaster in her arms, panting.

His hesitation with surveying the situation was short lived, instantly grabbing his pistol from his holster to start firing once more before Omega started setting off loose rounds, giving Hunter the time to run to you. He slid down, his arm sliding under your knees whilst his other came to your back, picking you up and sprinting as fast as he could to the ship. The searing burn of your shot scorched through your nerves once you were moving again in Hunter’s arms, your teeth gritting beneath your helmet as you hissed and groaned in pain.

He ran up two steps at a time, narrowly avoiding shots that came from Crosshair. You peeked over Hunter’s shoulder, your hand coming down to his thigh holster and aiming his pistol at Cross, firing at him to keep his shots uneven, giving you both more time to get onto the cover of the Marauder as it began to lift off. Crosshair’s visor locked with yours, you couldn’t fire at him directly, but you were sure as hell he wasn’t shooting any more of you or your squad. The last you saw of him was with your arm outstretched with a pistol aimed at his form, before Hunter slid you into one of the bunks Echo must have prepared when he got Wrecker sat down on a chair.

~~~

“OUCH!”

Wrecker yelped once Echo injected him.

You were lying on one of the bunks, your helmet still on with your leg raised on a makeshift stirrup when Echo made his round to you, gently removing your thigh plate and grimacing at the burn in your leg. Thankfully the Republic issued you armour that had slight more protection than usual, probably because you were a civilian and weren’t quite as expendable as clone soldiers in their eyes at the time. Your thigh plate had a hole burnt through it but had taken majority of the blast’s momentum, the shot only burning through the layers of your skin and reaching your muscle, but no further.

Once you were on the ship you had told Echo to grab your medkit, you knew he knew what to do but you couldn’t sit in silence, telling him what was what from the bunk while Hunter had elevated your leg. You wanted to help Wrecker yourself but you couldn’t move, you didn’t want to, you didn’t even want to remove your helmet.

You didn’t know if you had started crying because the pain came barrelling at you all at once, or from what had happened with Crosshair before Echo nudged you with his scomp. The trooper tried to find your eyes through your visor, “I’m gonna inject you now, okay, cyare?” You nodded slightly, hissing once the needle pierced your skin.

He made his way back over to your kit, grabbing a second injection for Wrecker. Omega walked past you, you hadn’t noticed that she sat next to you with Lula in her arms. She held the stuffed Tooka up to Wrecker, “Is… this what you were looking for?”

With an excited gasp, the demolitions expert reached over to the stuffed toy, “You found my Lula- OW!” His excitement was interrupted by Echo injecting him in his distraction, you couldn’t help the soft smile that came to your face as you watched them, hearing the cockpit door hissing open to show Tech coming down with his data pad.

He scanned you over whilst Echo wrapped your leg in bandages, securing the bacta patch over your wound and placing a gentle kiss to your forehead over your helmet. “Hey, hey hey hey! What’s all that gonna do?” Wrecker asked when he saw them both hovering over you, his concern evident in his face as he grasped his shoulder.

“She’ll be okay, just stay still, Wrecker.” Echo told him, not wanting his shoulder’s injury to worsen. Wrecker had made a grunt to stand up, wanting to come over to you while Hunter placed his hand on his good shoulder, shaking his head lightly. He didn’t like that you were silent, and possibly in pain, with a quiet gruff he looked over to you, “Hey, sarad. You okay?” He asked, eyes creased with concern. You appreciated it, you really did, and with a gentle wave of your hand he heard you through your voice modifier, “I’m all good, Wrecker. Just stings a little.”

His lips along with Hunter’s pursed in skepticism, but they didn’t want to push. Eventually Echo and Tech had finished patching you up, one of them finding a structure on the ship that could be used as a crutch, helping you walk whenever you would need to. You sat up with your legs hanging over the bunk, grateful that the attention was on Wrecker now. At least that was what you thought.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” You heard Omega’s timid voice enter your ears. You looked down at the young girl, sighing as you finally removed your helmet while she climbed up the bunk to sit next to you. “I’ll be fine, Omega. I just… I’ll need to have some time to figure this out.” You smiled at her. Her brows pinched in concern, her hand coming onto yours, “If you… If you need anyone to keep you company… I can be that person!” She offered, and couldn’t help the smile that came to her cheeks.

Seeing this young and innocent girl smiling made your heart swell, she was the very reason you returned to Kamino and you’re glad you did. You wished that things could have ended differently, but you didn’t want to dump all that onto her. You knew later on, when Omega would inevitably fall asleep, you can have your moment with your boys, you can seek out your comfort later. Right now Omega was here, looking out for you instead.

The thought of how selfless she already was at her age made you chuckle, wiping your eyes and taking a few deep breaths to compose yourself. You turned your attention to the open door of the cockpit, seeing the stars through the windows. An idea came to mind, smiling down at Omega, “Wanna see something cool?” She gave you a confused but excited nod, helping you stand up and making sure your makeshift crutch was under your arm. You let her walk alongside you into the front of the ship, hearing her gasp once her eyes landed on the lit up space, calming you down from the recent events. You pushed your pain to the back of your mind, including the pain that came with Crosshair in that moment, living in the moment of Omega’s newfound happiness. The boys followed you both soon after, each one placing a supportive hand to your back as they passed you, giving you some space but letting you know that they were still here for you when you needed them.

Tech took a seat in the pilot’s chair, Wrecker behind him as Echo lead you to the seat behind the co pilot’s, where Hunter let Omega sit. After a discussion about where to go next, you couldn’t help but smile at Omega’s wonderment as Tech prepared the ship for hyperjump.

You hadn’t thought of that day in a while, the pain of how fast you had to move on in the hectic moments, that followed your escape from Crosshair, had rarely brought a moment for you to think about it all. Crosshair’s fingers halted at the scar he reached. He’d seen it plenty times in your moments of intimacy once he’d returned to you all, but this was the first time he’d actually looked at it.

He couldn’t bring himself to bring it up, and you had told him enough times that you had forgiven him for what had happened. But that was as a whole - you hadn’t brought up the wound on your leg, and Crosshair couldn’t face the twists in his stomach to keep his eyes on it. Until now.

His fingers hesitated around your scar, taking in a slow breath. It had been a while since you were in the company of just the two of you in your home, your lives were hectic and full of excitement now you were on Pabu. But living with four of his brothers that were also your partners, as well as Omega & Batcher being a part of your lives meant there were little moments to be left alone in peace. You hadn’t actually spoke about what happened.

His eyes flicked up to your face, noticing your trembling lip and how your forearm covered your eyes. His brows furrowed in concern and brought his hand up to your elbow, “… (Y/N).” He called, knowing what was going on through both of your heads. Your lips stopped shaking at his voice, your arm revealing one of your eyes glossed over, “Cross… I’m sorry- I…” You attempted a soft chuckle, sitting up and wiping your eyes, “I’m sorry, ner ram’ser… I think my hormones are playing up or something,” you tried again, trying to snap yourself back into a positive mindset before Crosshair held your arms, slowly bringing them away from your face.

You knew you couldn’t avoid his eyes forever, and with a soft sigh you brought them up to his. “I’m sorry Cross- I-I don’t know why-“

“I’m sorry.”

He swiftly interrupted you, his eyes not leaving yours once, only moving when he had to blink. “None of this is you. Not your, ‘hormones’.” He cringed when he quoted you, not wanting you to blame anything to excuse you for being emotional.

“I… We… We haven’t spoke about this…”

“We have Cross, and you know that I-“

“Not that.” His hand came to your scarred thigh once more, “… This…”

Your breath hitched, and you were frozen. He was right. You hadn’t actually spoken about the day he hurt you. “Cross, we don’t have to…”

He clicked his tongue in annoyance, “Yes. We do.” His hands came to yours, “I shot you. I shot Wrecker. And on Bracca I—“

Crosshair’s head was full of self-loathing after shooting the lieutenant on Barton IV. After he couldn’t save Mayday. There was so much going on through his head, and if it weren’t for Omega forcing him out of his thoughts and pulling him out for an escape on Tantiss, he wouldn’t even be here to sit here with you.

“I shot you. I…”

Your eyes began to tear up, “Yeah… you did…” he swallowed nervously, “And it kriffing hurt.” You mumbled, looking down at the scar on your leg. “But it didn’t come close to when you left us, Crosshair.” You whispered, and he knew that you were talking about Kamino, after what happened at Tipoca City, when he decided to stay on the landing platform alone.

You looked away, not wanting to make him feel any worse than he probably already did. “I’m not a child, sarad… if you’re angry you should let me know…” he muttered. He knew you so well, and you knew him. It was what he loved about you, how his cutthroat delivery never antagonised you when he just wanted to know what was going through your head. You knew that was just who he was.

With a sigh, your hand came to your forehead, “Of course I’m angry with you… but how can I be angry when we’re… here! We have a home, we have a family, we’ve come so far- I shouldn’t be angry at you! It wasn’t your fault when you shot me! But you were back in control when you left us! You left me! For that- that-! Urgh!” He closed his eyes when your hand clenched at your dress above your abdomen. He knew you both could have gone years without this conversation, but he needed to hear how you were feeling, he needed to apologise for it all. He needed to know what he was apologising for, but he couldn’t do that if you both decided to avoid it.

“How could you leave us for that-! That fucking empire! They tried to have me assigned to a different squad, a squad of stormtroopers! They said my skills were better suited on soldiers they thought were more ‘valuable’! I fought for you all, and I fought for you, Crosshair! And you fucking shoot me?!” You hissed, all of the feelings you’d been putting to the back of your mind now surfacing. That was the first he had heard about that, when you were pulled for a ‘briefing’ with one of the new Imps after Kaller. He listened to everything you had to say to him without a word, a part of him relieved that you were actually mad at him and not prioritising his feelings over yours in this moment.

You assumed the group should’ve been back by now, they had either spent more time walking around the market, possibly bumping into Phee. Or perhaps Hunter picked up on your… conversation with Crosshair and decided to give you both the peace you needed. It wasn’t until the golden glow from the sun hit the corner of your eyes, realising that the sun had started setting.

You sighed, looking up at your lithe partner, seeing the regret on his face, thinking that if anything was going to age him, it would be that. “I know you don’t need me to tell you anymore that I forgive you, Cross… but it hurt. It hurt so much…”

His hands came up to your cheeks, looking at the tears that started to gather along your lashes, “Why did you leave me, Cross…?”

The sniper’s breath stuttered, his thumbs rubbing your tears away. He wasn’t like his sister, Omega, he wasn’t good with words, and he couldn’t cheer you up like Wrecker could effortlessly, but he didn’t have to do what they did. He didn’t have to imitate his Vode because you knew each other inside and out. You both shared an understanding unique to anyone else. He brought your foreheads together, closing his eyes before declaring to you, “I’m not leaving you again.” His hands came down to your bump, fingers rubbing circles into the fabric of your dress, “I will never leave you again.” He enunciated, bringing his left hand up to your jaw to look into your eyes once more.

You wiped your tears away, his declaration warming your heart and made you realise how much you needed to hear him say that. You brought your hand to his jaw as well, “Say it again…” you whispered, brows furrowed as your eyes closed. You could feel him tilt your heads to be nose-to-nose, his breath fanning over your lips, “I’ll never leave you again…” he murmured. Neither of you could deny the pull as you leant forward, your lips meeting shortly after his words. The kiss was filled with apologies and forgiveness, breaking apart for air with his lips trying to chase after yours. You both looked into each other’s eyes, your thumb tracing the tattoo along his skin.

He subtly leant into your touch, his gaze never leaving yours. You didn’t have to hear him say the words, ‘I’m sorry.’ You could tell that behind those enhanced eyes of his, that it was the only thing going through his mind, and that was more than enough for you. You placed your lips back onto his, your hands sliding from his jaw and cheek to meet behind his neck.

Crosshair was still situated between your legs as he carefully leant you back into the mattress and propped your head up on the pillows, your kisses had grown hungrier, your heart still pumping from the anger you had let out moments ago. His arm came to rest by your head, his other tracing down your hip. His lips left yours to return to the marks he’d left on your neck earlier, kissing them with a tenderness you hadn’t experienced to this extent before. “Never leaving you again,” he breathed out, trailing his kisses down to your collarbone and over your sun dress.

He was getting lower and lower, until his chin brushed against your stomach and stopped. “Cross…?” You whispered, watching his movements as he raised his head to look down at the rounded bump. Slowly, he brought your dress up to reveal your pregnancy, fingers delicately tracing the stretched skin, his pupils expanding in adoration. The sniper leant down to kiss at your belly, placing his forehead against your growing babe. “Ni kar’tayli gar darasuum.” Your heart stuttered at his promise while he continued to place soft kisses along your rounded abdomen.

“Every day I missed you.” He spoke as he moved down towards your thigh, his thumb gently tracing the scar that was there because of him. He didn’t look away this time, leaning to place a longing kiss on the fainter skin, “And I’ll spend everyday making it up to you.” He spoke, his forehead gracing the taut mark when his hand brushed across your bump once more. You whimpered gently at the softness of his words, your heart pounding at the confidence you had in your partner, how he would always be there for you - just like in the days before the empire. You were all back together again, and that was all that mattered to you both.

He took one last look at the scar, his thumb rubbing over it again once more before trailing his kisses to your inner thigh. Contrasting his usual rough advances with you, he left soft hickeys rather than bite marks, displaying you with his endearment rather than playing with the idea of ownership in your private time. The closer he got to your core, the quicker the heat flushed over your body, slick gathering between your legs - exactly where he was aiming for.

Crosshair had begun to lay kisses along the skin above your core, by the bow of your underwear. His fingers, ever meticulously, lowered the soft fabric away from your thighs and over your knees, having to lean up onto his calves to remove the article of clothing from your feet. Placing a final kiss to your raised ankle, his hands directed your legs to mount up on his shoulders, before sliding back down to your naked region.

He placed a soft kiss on your sensitive bud, a gasp leaving you while a hand came to your mouth, the other curling around the silver locks of hair that he was starting to grow in. “Cross…” You whimpered, hips raising to brush against his lips, “Please…”

Usually when you were with Crosshair, it would be a tug of war between you both to get the other to beg, to plead the other for relief, but this evening was different.

He let out a soft hum, placing delicate wet kisses along your heat, his fingers continuing their promise of massaging the tension out of your thighs. The tenderness of his actions had your head lulling back onto the fluffy pillows behind you, soft gasps and moans leaving you with every kiss he left behind, he was determined to kiss every part of you.

He allowed his tongue to finally flick outwards, tasting your nectar and letting out a lewd groan, his hips grinding into the sheets below. His tongue continued to dance along your pussy, making out with your most intimate area with every feeling he hoped to convey, these few moments he had with you before everyone got home were to be about you, about his apology to you, to make up for everything he had done and everything he had missed.

But by the Maker did he miss this.

You had been intimate since his return, of course, more times than you could count. But he’d never been so desperate to taste you, to let you know how much he adored you and how crazy he was for you, as if to prove to himself, as well as you, that he wasn’t going anywhere - you had him hooked around your finger.

“Cross..!” You whined once more, hand gripping at his head to get him closer to you. Your fingers began to curl into his short locks, enough length to give a swift pull that tempted another groan from him. “If you keep pulling on me like that, I’ll leave you for the rest to fix.” He growled, hinting towards the squad most likely on their way home. “No!” You whined, your hand coming away from his hair to bunch your dress up further to reveal your bra, “Please, Crosshair…”

Your pleading had his eyes tilt up in curiosity, to see how far you were willing to go, “Ram’ser… Please have me how you want me…” you moaned, your hand up by your mouth biting onto one of your fingers, Crosshair’s eyes boring into your own.

“As flattering as it is to hear you speak in Mando’a, love, I’d much rather hear you beg where everyone can hear you scream my name…” Crosshair purred, his tongue coming out to lick a long stripe from your entrance to your clit, eliciting a lewd moan from you, your teeth tightening around your index finger. “But we’ll save that for another day,” he murmured softly, continuing to kiss at your core with adoration. His fingers slightly halted in their massages against your legs, his right hand coming down to collect your slick that’d been leaking out of you - the cold from his metal fingers washed a cool chill over you.

His finger easily slid into your entrance, your back arching slightly as a choked whine left your throat, barely recognisable as his name left your mouth. The digit inside of you began to curl upwards, stroking the tissue that sent shockwaves through your lower body, his skilful tongue not easing your sensitivity as he began to flick the muscle across your pussy with a lot more determination. You could see his hips start to buck towards the mattress while we worked you towards an orgasm, loving how you’d gotten more sensitive thanks to the changes in your body.

It was all so sensual, how he passionately kissed and fingered your core, his tongue stroking above where his knuckles had been brushing. Your walls began to clench around his nimble fingers, your slick leaking out of you more than usual but couldn’t get far before his tongue would lap it all up. The hand that had bunched your dress up began to cup your swelling breast, squeezing around the soft skin and teasing your nipple, desperate to reach your climax.

Crosshair’s eyes looked up and met yours, his cock getting impossibly harder and twitching under his trousers. The sight of you dishevelled with swollen lips and hooded eyes nearly had him lose his composure, your moans bringing him back to the present as he buried his face as close as he could to your pussy.

He groaned when he felt you clench again whenever his eyes met yours, the whines of his name going straight to his straining member, his hips now desperately rutting against the bed, no doubt soaking his boxers and trousers. “You taste so good… m’ can tell you’re gonna cum soon, ner baar’ur.” He moaned, eyes hazed in his almost drunken state, “Missed this pussy so much… missed you so much…” You sobbed at his praise, your head rolling back as you took in deep breaths, your feet and legs beginning to feel numb from your tightening coil. The sensations would ebb and flow, leaving you twitching under his grasp, and his words weren’t helping.

“Couldn’t stop thinking ‘bout you,” he admitted, his movements losing their rhythm as his pleasure began to fog his head, his ears burning with a blush, “Wanted you so bad- and now I have you again…” He murmured, sucking at your clit acutely, feeling you start to reach your peak. His hips were jerking towards the bed almost in pain - he’d rarely cum this quickly, and only with his mouth against your core isn’t unheard of between you both, but this fast? He’d never live this down.

He couldn’t care less right now, his fingers scissoring inside of you and feeling your wetness across his tongue was all he could think about. “Kriff-! Cross, I’m getting close-!” You moaned out at a higher pitch, the hand on your breast squeezing a lot more, and the hand that you had up at your mouth made its way down to Crosshair’s head - you couldn’t help it, you needed to touch him, you needed to hold onto him. Your hand pushed him back down towards you, his tongue and fingers moving in harmony and pulling you closer to your release.

Crosshair groaned, sucking more along your clit as his fingers curled against your G-Spot with intense precision. You sucked in a gasp, heat tickling up from your legs all the way up to your neck, the coil in your abdomen tightening a final time before snapping with a loud cry. His fingers began to curl your wetness out of your hole, hungrily lapping up your essence as if he’d been without water for months. Your moans filled his ears, and with the results of your orgasm filling his mouth he then realised how wet his upper thigh felt, groaning at how sensitive his softening cock felt, hips twitching away from any contact.

He kissed and drank away your release, sitting back up on his thighs, both of you panting whilst looking into each other’s eyes. His bionic hand came up to his mouth, licking away the remnants of your pleasure, tasting your sweetness that mixed in with the flavour of metal. “Wow…” you breathed out, your legs spread out beside his knees.

He took in your appearance once more, your dress bunched up around one of your breasts, your bra cup folded to make way for your bare boob. He smiled, his cockiness returning little by little, “Did I make you cum so hard you can’t even think, cyar’ika?” He purred, smiling at the smirk that came to your lips.

“Something like that. Although I could say the same to you,” you teased, winking at the damp spot around his bottoms. With a quick chuckle he leant down, taking your lips in a loving kiss. You felt his tongue stroke over yours, moaning when you could taste your essence before he leant back. “For when you kiss Hunter when he gets back,” he teased, a cocky and proud smirk gracing his features. You whined slightly, feeling a swell of heat rush back to your oversensitive core in tune with your heartbeat, “Crosshair!” You hissed, turning your face away with a blush.

The sniper chuckled, gently knocking your forehead with a knuckle, “C’mon. Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, sliding off the bed before picking you up, “Otherwise Sergeant’ll have my head.” He joked, earning a giggle from you, “Oh, I wonder why?” You replied sarcastically, arms curving around his neck.

“Because I helped myself to dessert before dinner.” He grinned, chuckling at your loud groan, “That was terrible!” He carried you to the fresher, sitting you on top of the sink and grabbing a towel, waiting for the water to heat up slightly before wiping you clean. You smiled at how soft he handled you, how delicately he cleaned you up and fixed your dress back into place, going back into the bedroom to grab you some fresh underwear.

Whilst he changed his trousers and boxers, you noticed the pair of pants you had been wearing before as he not-so-subtly placed them in his pocket, smirking at you as he came between your legs, “What?” He asked innocently, earning a laugh from you and a shake of your head, “Really?” You asked while Crosshair began kissing along the marks he’d left on your neck. This reminded you of the times you would spend together before the Empire - anytime he had his way with you he’d sometimes keep the underwear that he had thrown across the room. Whether it was an in-the-moment trophy or not, you knew it was more so that he had further bragging rights over his squad, especially Hunter.

You knew when everyone would return Hunter would be able to sense what had just happened, and he would constantly be smelling your arousal on Crosshair while he would have to make the dinner, only for matters to be made worse when he’d kiss you and taste the lasting flavour of your orgasm along your tongue. Tech and Echo would be able to piece together what went on between their medic and the sniper from the strands of your hair that would be frizzy and how creased your dress would be, and Wrecker would be able to see the marks scattered along your neck and collarbone, along with the slight puff of your lips.

The boys fighting over you would never get old.

You remembered when Tech surprised not just you, but his brothers as well. They never realised just how… bold he could be. The time shared between you and the genius, whole squad included or not, would regularly include him recording the interactions. He loved being able to look back on the heavily encrypted videos on his datapad with you or when he was alone. He loved being able to see and analyse how your body writhed underneath him, how your breasts would bounce in sync with his thrusts and especially loved replaying the parts of the video where he could see his cock slide in and out of your tight hole.

Where the surprise comes in is when he would turn his comm on, or send snippets of a video to each member of the squad when they least expected it… and it always seemed to happen when you just happened to be alone with him while they would be taking on a mission. No doubt Tech’s planning.

He would have his helmet positioned closest to you so that the squad would be able to hear every moan and whimper that fell from your lips, how you would chant his name or whichever name he wanted you to call out just to make them jealous. It wasn’t just your voice the comm link would pick up, it would also pick up the sounds of Tech’s hips slapping the skin of yours and the bunk slamming against the wall, despite its fastenings.

Whenever the team would return, it would be a sweet tug of war; Tech trying to keep you in his bunk for as long as he could until you’d need to use the ‘fresher, and one of the boys would immediately scoop you up after you’d leave, stealing you away to their bunk instead. Most of the time it was Wrecker who would be the one to carry you away.

Wrecker would be able to get his back, though. He was a literal wall in the way of the Batch trying to steal you away from him. He would be able to have you lying atop of him innocently and not so innocently. If he really wanted to he could have you shaking just from sitting on his thigh. Sometimes after a few rotations away doing missions back to back, you and the boys would go to 79’s to unwind. If you were to land yourself in Wrecker’s lap, chances were you weren’t going to be sitting comfortably. The sweetheart of your squad had a side to him that left you ravenous and letting go of any dignity you tried holding onto.

His hands were most comfortable on your hips whenever you’d straddle him, subtly rocking and tilting them along his massive thigh, the muscles flexing against your core while he’d kiss the back of your ear. Being in 79’s meant you could afford to let out your desperate moans and have them covered by the blasting music, your movements appearing like you were both swaying to the songs.

If you were in a bunk he would help himself to the warmth of your chest, squeezing and caressing your skin all over before moving you into any position he desired. He would spend a lot of time prepping you for his girth, eating you out like a thirsty dog until his cock would throb in pain, desperate to feel you loosen and clench around him - and to hear you scream out his name and carve your nails into his skin.

If Wrecker didn’t want to share, your screams were the things that kept his squad up during the night cycle, all of their cocks painfully tightening beneath their blacks.

Whenever Echo had felt slightly jealous, he would stay behind with you when the squad would leave for another mission. He would tell you that his prosthetics were feeling uncomfortable or he was struggling with his senses feeling slightly off. Being the ever-brilliant medic you were, he felt horrible for telling little white lies to get you to himself, but it was his way of ensuring you both privacy… definitely not because he became a blushing shy mess around you.

The first couple of times he’d asked you to check his prosthetics had you incredibly worried, until you’d realised that majority of these check ups resulted in you on your knees. You’d known Echo when he was an ARC trooper of the 501st, you had tended to his wounds back then and it made you thankful that you could still tend to them now. In any condition he was in, you were happy he was still here for you to hold; and once you managed to get that through to him did his confidence begin to bloom once more.

Especially when he could look into your eyes while he ran his fingers through your hair to push his cock further down your throat. Echo had found that he especially enjoyed having your mouth just before the squad would return and sometimes during his briefings with Rex, seeing your lips swell around his member and your eyes glaze over with lust while he had to remain stoic sent shivers all over him. He loved the look that would wash over your face once he would push pass your gag reflex and empty his load down your throat, the way your tongue would lull out and chase his tip as he pulled away would be enough to get him hard again.

Your thoughts then began to drift to what Crosshair had said to you, how Hunter would be able to taste your nectar along your tongue after having your scent following the sniper with your underwear in his pocket - all just to rile him up. Crosshair would make a show of wearing drastically different clothing after you both would fuck, making sure to dress you in one of his shirts or blacks. The mixture of your sweat and Crosshair’s would be all over you before he’d direct you towards Hunter.

Perhaps Crosshair enjoyed seeing how Hunter could stake his claim on you? How desperate their leader would be to completely dominate your scent with his own after the squad all had their moments with you? Who knew, but the thoughts that followed were of what Hunter would do once piecing it all together.

He knew deep down that his brothers loved to feel like they were all in competition. They knew you loved them unconditionally, but they couldn’t help but want to prove just how much they loved you. Whether it was instinct, or purely playful, you certainly weren’t complaining.

Especially when Hunter would finally get his time to remind his vode just who the hell he was.

Hunter was your brave Sergeant, your handsome lover. But when you and his brothers pushed him too far, he had to remind you all why he was the leader. The moments between you and Hunter, you were his and only his - with his Vode watching or not, he would have you however he’d want. He would bite and kiss heavy marks into your skin, and would sometimes order the boys to watch, to watch you come undone underneath their Sergeant’s handiwork. With Hunter’s incredible stamina and (thanks to you) unearthed desires, you would be in for a long night - you swear the man was an animal. Once, everything he had pent up was released on you in one night into the early hours of the morning.

The thoughts and memories of your boys left your cheeks with a soft hue, your teeth grazing your bottom lip slightly as you smiled down at the marksman, his kisses bringing you back to reality once more.

As much as it was a playful annoyance, when he would keep a trophy of your underwear, Crosshair’s gesture brought you back to the feelings of normality, happy that things were returning and changing in their own ways. You gently brought Crosshair’s jaw up so that you could look at him, his eyebrow quirking up, and you could tell he was now doubting teasing his brothers.

You pulled him closer, gently kissing his lips before your forehead playfully bonked his, “I’m so happy you’re back… that we’re all here…” you hummed. His shoulders relaxed and leant towards you, his arms circling your waist and bringing you closer in a soft embrace. “Me too…”

“Thank you for your apology, ner cyare.” You whispered, you knew it wasn’t necessary to tell him but you thought it was worth him knowing how much you appreciated it. He sighed gently, his head burying into your shoulder, “Thank you… for giving me another chance…”

You held each other like that for a few moments, smiling when you head the door open and the familiar chatter of your squad filled the silence of your home. “Sarad! Crosshair! You two in here?” Wrecker called, hearing the rustle of the bags as you grinned, tapping Crosshair as you shuffled off of the sink, kissing his cheek, “C’mon. Let’s go,” you said softly, your hand coming down to lock your fingers with his. “They’re here, Wrecker.” You heard Hunter answer, making his way to the kitchen.

You emerged from the bedroom with Crosshair in tow, smiling at your boys and Omega taking their shoes off, “You miss us?” You joked, going over to hug Omega once again, squeezing her close to you. “You should’ve seen Wrecker, he started running around looking for you!”She grinned, teasing her big brother. A blush dusted Wrecker’s cheeks before he started spluttering, “W-Well that was before I realised Cross’d disappeared too! I thought you were alone!” You laughed with the two of them, ruffling Omega’s hair, “Awwwh~ So you did miss me!” Swatting away your hand with a whine, Omega huffed with a proud look, “Of course we did, but I knew you were perfectly fine - it was Crosshair I was worried about,” Crosshair scoffed at his little sister, walking to the group and grabbing the bags from the floor, “How touching…”

Tech and Echo observed Crosshair, noticing his change of trousers and the flash of lace in his pocket as he turned towards the kitchen. Tech felt the heat brush up his neck as a sense of jealousy filled his chest, looking over to see the marks over your neck. Echo was the same, raising a brow at the sniper as Crosshair sauntered off, a relaxed expression on his face. After your embrace, Omega followed him to where Hunter had gone into the kitchen, grabbing some other bags along the way.

You went up to Wrecker, your arms squeezing his large frame with a dreamy sigh, “Sorry for disappearing, Wreck. What’d you all grab for dinner?” You grinned, now feeling a wave of hunger flash over you. Wrecker’s eye flicked down to your neck, seeing the newly bruised skin and grinned, kissing your forehead. “I’m guessing Cross won’t need much to eat now, huh?” He joked, and you hadn’t realised his lanky brother had returned to grab more bags, his eyes widening before a blush dusted his ears, not used to Wrecker being the one to successfully tease him.

You laughed alongside Wrecker before going up to Echo and Tech, greeting them both with a soft kiss to their cheeks. Tech’s shoulders relaxed and a small smile came to his face but he tried to hide it as he buried his nose into his datapad, “We grabbed a dinner that will simultaneously be highly nutritious and incredibly beneficial for your pregnancy. And due to Hunter cooking tonight, we will more than likely have plenty of leftovers.”

“Hah! Is that a challenge?!” Wrecker laughed, walking past you three with the rest of the bags towards the kitchen. Echo smiled, shaking his head, “Well, at least we know it’ll be a feast tonight,” he sighed, relieved it wasn’t him, yet again, in charge of your growing family’s meal. Crosshair walked past you three as well, placing a soft kiss on the back of your head before sauntering to your sofa, plopping down and turning on the holofilm. “As long as it isn’t bland,” he huffed.

Tech looked towards his brother, “I find that to be incredibly unlikely, Omega has offered to be the taste tester this time. Also, you will still have traces of our cyare on your tongue, and I believe that would be more than enough to enhance anything you could eat for a while.” The statement left you choking on your saliva at how bold Tech could be when he wanted to, Echo panicking and patting your back with wide eyes at Tech, “Tech, really?!” He scolded, his hand coming up to your flushed cheeks. Crosshair didn’t flinch though, locked in a playful staring contest with his brainy brother, his arm lounging over the back of sofa. “If you’re jealous, Tech, why don’t you have a taste for yourself?” Crosshair teased, eyes glinting in mischief.

You gawked at the sniper, ready to scold him with an obvious blush coating your cheeks before looking over to his brother. Tech’s posture stiffened, his lips pursing in thought, before his eyes met yours, “Perhaps I just might.” Echo couldn’t help but roll his eyes, his arm tightening around your waist, “Or, you could go in and help Wrecker organise the fridge before he stuffs it all in at once.” The ARC trooper said behind clenched teeth, instantly Tech’s eyes widened in surprise, looking towards the kitchen, “You are correct,” he placed his datapad back into the slot on his belt, placing a kiss on your forehead, “Perhaps we shall have to discuss this later.”

Crosshair smirked in victory, turning his attention back to the random holofilm that was on. Echo sighed as he brushed a hair behind your ear, “You had us worried when you disappeared in the market, baar’ur.” He pouted slightly, walking with you towards the kitchen, “Oh, Echo. You know I’d of been alright, I was with Crosshair.” You smiled, giggling at his straight face, “Exactly.” You laughed, holding his hand and placing a kiss on the back of it as you walked.

Another laugh escaped you on your way to say hello to Hunter, seeing Tech pointing to the shelves in the fridge for Wrecker to load, Omega also there to jokingly keep an eye on her massive brother. Echo gave you a gentle kiss to your lips, his hand tapping your lower back gently, “I need to comm Rex, so I’ll be back in a bit, try not to miss me while I’m gone.” He smiled. You pouted slightly, your hands coming up to stroke across his sharp cheek bones, “If you say so, say hi to Rex for me? And that I say hi to the rest of the boys?” You asked with an innocent stare.

The ARC trooper laughed, playfully tapping his forehead against yours, “Of course, Mesh’la.” He called to Hunter about where he was going before walking towards the back door of your home. You slipped into the cooking area, your hands sliding across Tech and Wrecker’s backs affectionately. Reaching Hunter with a smile, your arms circled around the eldest’s waist with a grin as he chuckled, his hand coming to your forearm with a gentle squeeze.

Hunter turned around to look down at you, eyes instantly catching the fresh marks on your neck and your scent finally hit him. He could smell the remnants of your arousal, the sweet aroma had his pupils blowing instantly, eyes flicking once more to see if anyone was looking in your direction. “I see you and Cross didn’t have any trouble coming back home,” he husked.

His thumb came to the bottom of your chin, tilting your head upwards to meet his lips in a hungry exchange. At the back of your throat was a soft hum you knew his ears would be able to pick up on. His tongue danced with yours, his brows furrowing once he could taste the results of your previous orgasm. His hold on your jaw tightened, a chill running up his spine as he desperately tried to lap up any remains of the essence in your mouth before parting for air. “Did you have fun?” He smirked deviously as his tongue seductively licked his lip, his eyes lidded and darker than usual with his pupils taking over the beautiful golden haze.

You ignored the heat pooling between your legs and giggled innocently, a hand coming up to the side of his tattooed face, your thumb tracing his bottom lip, “Maybe~” you grinned. The slam of the fridge door caught the attention of the both of you, hearing the victorious laughs of Wrecker and Omega, followed by the sigh from Tech.

You looked up at your Sergeant, placing a soft kiss to his lips, “Looks like we’ll have to come back to this,” you giggled, his tired expression returning with a slow nod, “I guess so.” His hands traced your hips, pulling you towards him as his lips ghosted your ear, “I can’t let you get away with teasing your Sergeant, little medic.” He growled, nipping at your lobe before spinning you around with a playful swat to your rear, earning a high pitched gasp from you, “Now get out of my kitchen and relax.”

The sun had finally set when you had situated yourself between Wrecker and Tech on the sofa, Omega and Hunter were still preoccupied preparing the final bits of dinner and Echo was still having his briefing with Rex. The moonlight began to dance across the floor in your living room, accentuating the blue hue of the holoshow in front of you all.

Your head leant on Wrecker’s pec, humming now and then from loving the warmth that came from underneath his thin, oversized shirt. With a chuckle, Wrecker’s large and calloused hand came to your shoulder, “Tired, mesh’la?” He asked softly, not wanting to disturb Crosshair and Tech. You looked up at him, smiling softly at his concern, “Just a little bit - but I’ll be fine once it’s chow time.”

The demolitions expert stared down at you with a growing grin, squeezing you closer into his side, “Not surprised! You’re eating and walking around for two, sarad!” He joked, placing a kiss on your forehead as his free arm came to gently trace his knuckles atop your belly.

“The expression, ‘eating for two’, is actually a myth. Your calorie intake will not be divided between yourself and the baby. Although… prepping a meal for Wrecker, the expression seems rather fitting.” Tech interjected, his finger pointing upwards before adjusting his goggles. Wrecker blinked at his brother with a dumbfounded expression, “Really? How’sat work?” He asked, taking no notice of Tech’s joke. Crosshair let out a groan, “Don’t ask Tech questions when this osik is playing on the holo.” He grunted, chin jutting towards the show he apparently started paying attention to. Wrecker laughed at that, interrupting Tech before he could speak. “Hah! Since when did you start paying attention to these shows, Crosshair?”

Tech inhaled once more to give the explanation anyway before Omega skipped into the living room, “Dinner’s ready!” She chirped, running over to the sofa to grab your hand, “Hunter wants (Y/N) to plate her food first, c’mon!” She grinned, tugging your arm up with a laugh. Wrecker grinned, helping you shift off of the cushion, his hands on your waist to stabilise you as you stood, groaning as you straightened your back. “I swear this baby’s getting heavier every day,” you mumbled, Wrecker’s cheeks dusting a soft pink, “Ah, sorry about that, cyar’ika…”

You laughed loudly, hands coming to his cheeks and kissing his adorable pout, “Don’t be silly, Wrecker!” He grinned once more with his lips smooshed between his cheeks, his eyes staring and fluttering up at you with pure love and adoration. Crosshair broke him out of his dreamy haze when he slid next to his larger brother, his face near your knuckles, “Got another one of those kisses for me?” The sniper asked slyly, staring up at you with his signature grin. You smiled, your hand about to cradle his jaw before his face was engulfed by Wrecker’s much larger one, “Back off, Cross! You’ve had plenty!”

Tech stood next to Omega now, his fingers delicately coming to your palm, his little sister trying to contain her laughter as she came to hold your other hand, “Can I get a kiss, (Y/N)? Echo said that I’m getting better with my energy crossbow,” she bargained with a triumphant huff, her free hand coming towards her hip. You chuckled at her playful nature, leaning down to place a kiss on her forehead. “That’s brilliant! You’ll have to show me later! And who knows Omega? You might even beat my accuracy score.” You challenged her, giving her a playful nudge while pulling the young girl and Tech towards the kitchen as she laughed with confidence, “Oh, it is on!”

Behind the three of you, Wrecker had Crosshair in a playful headlock, shouting about how he needs to give the rest of the squad their time to spend with you today with hisses from the sniper. You walked through the doorframe, gawking at how much food Hunter had managed to prepare, the scents making your mouth water instantly. Tech looked impressed, having to adjust his goggles to make sure his eyes weren’t deceiving him. “The amount of food you have prepared has exceeded any of my previous expectations. Well done, Hunter.” Tech congratulated, his hand on your lower back as you made your way towards your Sergeant.

You circled your arms around his neck, bringing him down for a sweet kiss, “Thank you for making dinner, Hunter - it looks fantastic!” His expression softened as his hands came to your hips, “Well, someone’s gotta make sure you’re eating good - all of you.” He hummed, distracted with staring into your beautiful glowing eyes.

You’d grabbed your plate, waiting for Omega to grab hers as you followed her to the table, sitting next to her in the middle of the modified dining table. When you announced your pregnancy, Wrecker had been sneaking off with the locals with tools and lumber, and within a few weeks he returned with a wonderfully long and expertly crafted dining surface. You remember Wrecker’s sweet blush when he gifted it to the squad, “I just thought that… what with our cyar’ika… a-and our, uhm, growing family… we might need a bigger table… so I asked Shep and the others for a hand…”

Hunter had a soft smile on his features at the interaction before his nose twitched, eyes flicking over to Crosshair with a focused stare. Crosshair had begun to eat his meal, smirking to himself once he noticed his Sergeant go stiff.

Once Echo had taken his seat, you all had began conversing at alternating volumes, giving Crosshair his chance to mutter under his breath, knowing Hunter’s enhanced ears would be able to pick it up. “Something the matter, Sergeant?”

Hunter’s eyes studied Crosshair in detail now, noticing what the other’s had earlier on when he wasn’t in the room, except they didn’t have to endure the heavenly scent of your arousal, especially when it was coming from his brother’s pocket. His eyes caught the lace trim, pupils blowing up once more with clenched fists, painfully swallowing down his food and attempting to appear neutral. “You tell me, Crosshair.”

He knew his vod was trying to rile him up like he always does, but he couldn’t help the painful strain that formed beneath his trousers. The sniper turned to him with a vexing grin, “Cyar‘ika and I were just reminiscing on the old days, you should’ve seen it.” He goaded, “I don’t remember her ever sounding like that… it really was a spectacle, vod. She tasted delicious. Almost as good as the dinner, Hunter.”

Hunter should’ve scoffed at the compliment but his head was completely fogging up against his better judgement. He could usually snap out of it and remain strict with himself, but in the recent months of seeing you with your swollen breasts and growing belly, there’s very little he could do to keep himself in check. Your slight hobble whenever you’d get out of bed, the way your body curved always had him looking away, knowing that anytime his eyes landed on you it was a battle against his instincts. The one thing he couldn’t avoid was your scent. It was sweeter than before, and with you remaining indoors a lot more than them, the whole house held your aroma - you smelt like home.

With having his squad here, sat around a table and having dinner, you carrying a babe, like a family should - it was too much to bear for his heart. But with Crosshair provoking him every time he had you alone, his mind could only go places he wished he could control.

Perhaps he’ll just have to jog yours and his brother’s memory about how he could truly put his skills to good use…

A/N: oh my god this was a lot longer than what I was thinking. Sorry if anything felt a bit too long, but I hope you enjoyed! 🫶🥰

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neurodivenport · 2 years ago

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literally need like chase nsfw alphabet so bad he is on my mind

i got u babe

@firelitsparks helped me & co-wrote a lot of this so big thank you!! ily

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

he's definitely great at aftercare. he cares a lot about you and is over-worried about your wellbeing constantly, so much that he may go over the top with it sometimes. towel to clean you up, water to hydrate, maybe even a cold towel so you don't overheat. constantly asking if you need anything at all. i think as the relationship goes on he gets better at knowing the specifics of what you need, going less overboard.

as for receiving… he really gets off on getting taken care of, so aftercare is hard with him because he gets so easily turned on by it. y’all are definitely gonna have to go another round.

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

i think chase’s favorite body part of yours is a tie between your boobs (if you have them) and thighs.

for boobs, he loves them no matter the size. he loves having his head between them, loves lying on them, loves having his hand under your shirt to just hold them. not even in a sexual way sometimes, just for the comfort and your warmth.

as for thighs- its similar. no matter the size, he adores being crushed by them. he’s taken lots of naps just laying his head in-between them. when you’re sitting down, he almost always has a hand on one of them.

his favorite body part of his own has to be his hands. he’s proud of how they contribute to science, how he can use them with his molecularkinesis, and how they handle his laser bo. he’s also incredibly proud of how easily they can make you come apart.

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

honestly, with how cleanly chase is, i don’t think he likes cumming anywhere but inside you. he won’t mind it on your tummy or back, but he prefers it in your mouth or inside you. he thinks the act of cumming on your face is a little too degrading and messy.

he also likes how possessive the aspect of cumming in you is. you letting him mark you on the inside really defines that you’re his and it drives him crazy.

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

multiple. we all know he can record things with his bionic eye and ears and put them in a hard drive, right…? i think thats pretty self explanatory 🫢

he’s also always wanted to try pegging, and has a bit of a size kink if you’re on the smaller side. he’s been bullied his whole life about being small, having a partner thats smaller than him would stroke his ego in a way he definitely wants to play with.

…he doesn’t want to say it, but he also wants to try some roleplay with him as a scientist and you as his subject.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

i think when you start dating he’s not experienced at any aspect. he’s had a few people come onto him, sabrina for sure, but he’s never actually dated anyone, let alone had any sexual experience. it’s completely new to him.

however! he is a bionic genius. when your sex life starts out, i think he’s going completely by the book, searching every technical aspect he has about it in his hard drive. but it’s still flimsier, because he has to get used to the fact that everyones different. he takes the time to learn about what makes you tick.

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

chase wants to have full access to every part of you. your face, your chest, your clit/dick, so he likes positions that give him that range. missionary, front to front smoothing and cowgirl are up there. he wants to see every little reaction on your face when he takes you.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he definitely takes it more seriously. he’s a romantic at heart, wanting to take his time to really make you feel good. if something funny happens he might crack a joke, but for the most part, he’s hyperfocused on how it feels for the both of you. the goofiest he’ll be is how lovey dovey he gets for you.

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

super well groomed. he likes it all neat and tidy down there.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

chase has a hard time having sex with no romantic connection. it needs to be leveled with romance for him. intimacy is absolutely one of the pluses and what makes it so great for him. like i said before, this man is insanely lovey dovey for you, he’s the type to break out a shit ton of candles and rose petals.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

after the two of you start dating, he rarely jerks off anymore. he can barely get off without you close by. the only time he does is when he’s away for a while on time consuming missions, and even then, he calls you just to hear you talk him through it.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

I HAVE A WHOLE LIST HERE, but i think his top ones are absolutely voice and praise. he loves hearing you talk, saying anything, especially when you’re telling him how good he’s doing and how good he feels. he can’t count how many times he’s came just from you moaning for him.

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

he is not that much of an exhibitionist. his favorite place is at home, in a bed, where he can take his time with you.

however, if he gets really fucking horny out in public, he’s down to do it at the nearest solitary environment possible. as long as no one can see you, he’s down to dick you down anywhere. y’all have definitely desecrated the lab on multiple occasions

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

literally everything you do. you touch him on the shoulder and his dick is hard.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

nothing that will hurt you. he’s too scared to lose you or scare you off, so i really can’t see him doing something that will endanger you, mentally or physically. sorry to my degradation girlies but i don’t think he’s into giving for that 🫣

as for himself, i don’t think he’d like being bound too much. a simple hand tie is fine with him, but after being strapped down to giselle’s table, he’s not down for anything more than that.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he loves giving. like i said, he fucking loves your thighs, and will gladly be in-between them any time and anywhere. he loves hearing you moan for him, and the knowledge that he can get you off with just his tongue sends his ego skyrocketing.

he will never say no to receiving either, but he rarely asks for it. he’s always nervous they’re doing it just for his sake. it also makes him cum faster than he’d like to admit. seeing you with his dick in your mouth is a little too much for him to handle.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

it depends! he prefers taking his time with you for the most part, but when he gets close he tends to lose himself in you.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he doesn’t prefer them, but they’re kind of necessary for him with his mission schedule. like i said, he prefers to take his time with you.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he’s down to experiment with anything once, but is hesitant to try anything that might hurt you.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

…he’s bionic and trained in fighting. he can go for days. you’ve definitely never outlasted him without tapping out.

as for lasting, with you? he cums faster than he’d like to. you just drive him a little too crazy.

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

i don’t think he owned any before you, but he’s down to try them out. especially ones that could work with his magnetism app.

on the other hand, i can see him getting a little jealousy and preferring to just use what he’s got.

i can see him inventing his own toy for you to use while he’s away on missions, which was perfect, until he sees how much you enjoy it…

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

chase isn't unfair, nope, nope. he TRIES to tease you, but the very SECOND you tease him back or show your interest, he's becoming a subby mess. he can't even edge you more than maybe one time because the minute you beg him he's a bigger mess than you are.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

when you first start out, he tries to stifle his noises as much as possible for fear of embarrassment. but as soon as you tell him how much you love them, he lets them out, and he’s fucking loud.

he absolutely cannot shut up, and he’s full of just whimpers and whines. he almost sounds like he’s crying when he’s close to cumming.

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he thanks you every time its over. without fail. he’s making you cum multiple times and he’s still thanking you for letting him do it.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

…he’s big. and he has no idea. he knows the average dick size, but in his brain, he’s not that big. so when you tell him he is, he’s a blushing mess.

7 1/2 inches and thick. he has you wobbly legged and sore after.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

HIGH. when he’s around you his dick gets harder faster than you can blink. he was a megavirgin before you, now he’s just addicted to feeling you. you’re in the grossest pjs ever and he wants you. he just got back from a mission and he’s literally limping and bleeding and he’s trying to get you to sit on his face.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

not super fast. he has bionic stamina, so it takes longer for him to get rid of that adrenaline. he’s content with watching you doze off peacefully on his shoulder.

#chase davenport x reader #ns/fw #chase hcs #chase davenport smut

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ryanwritesfanfiction · 2 months ago

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Chase Davenport x Alt! Reader HeadCanon

a/n: im so sorry for how long its taken but college has been kicking my ass lately :( i don't really have a full story idea right now but i didn't want to keep procrastinating on this so im writing headcanons as soon as i have time i will write a full fic :P

To a lot of people, it would seem weird that you guys are together since he is so bookworm and you are so alt

Chase is secretly into alt stuff like music and the history of the subculture.

That's most likely how you met and bonded for the first time

You probably had a band shirt on and he probably tried to mansplain the meaning of the band name or something.

And at first, you might have been a little annoyed that he was doing that but you might have found it endearing.

He thought you were so cool tho.

I don't think he’d ever be brave enough to fully dress in alt fashion, but after he meets you he def started wearing more black and some band t-shirts and stuff maybe some combat boots.

He would get into horror movies/books and whatnot.

He wouldn't get a piercing bc he's scared of the needle and infection, but he admires you for having them.

He probably wouldn't wear much jewelry, maybe some rings

He would love to hear you talk about your interests and opinions

He'd also be very defensive tho when it comes to people talking about you

Usually, he's very level but if he hears someone call you weird he's ready to stand up for you almost enough for Spike to come out

I think he would try really hard to plan dates that fit you like watching horror movies, and shopping, but he would have a hard time going to shows bc of his bionic super hearing but he would find a solution fs

At first, he would be scared of pda but after someone makes a comment about you he would walk as close to you as possible with pride

He would prolly not wear makeup often or anything but if you ask he’ll let you do eyeliner and black nail polish

#chase davenport #chase davenport x reader #lab rats #chase davenport imagine

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1-have-no-idea · 3 months ago

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Morning Caff

(GIF not mine btw :))

Character(s): Echo, reader, mentions of Omega, mentions of Crosshair, mentions of Hemlock

Time/place: post-everything, retired batch, rebel Echo, on Pabu

Genre: just fluff! Maybe a sprinkle of angst in the end due to Echo’s insecurity, but you help it!

Overview: Your husband works a LOT, that’s for sure, but, has taken some time off to spend time with you and the batch on Pabu. That also means waking up to him every morning, which is wonderful… but you have to make breakfast.

Warnings: Fem! Reader, clingy Echo, insecure Echo, tiiiiiny but of angst (not really), mentions of morning breath and drool, just fluff!

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It was a cool morning on Pabu. Sun slowly starting to rise, peeking through the curtains, basing the bedroom in a soft glow.

Everything was over now. Omega and Crosshair were back from Tantiss. Hemlock was dead. They were all safe. And that meant they could all settle down. Omega could actually be a kid, and the rest of the batch didn't always have to be on the run or constantly fight. They were safe.

Well. Almost all of them retired. Echo, however, was a different story. He continued to work, to help and find more clones and give them homes, working as a rebel. But right now? He was in the same bed as you, and you were in his arms. He took a couple days off, and came to visit you and the batch and stay for a while. You haven’t been happier.

As the light hit your eyes, you stirred in your sleep, face scrunching up, before you stretched, a sleepy groan leaving you before cracking your eyes open. And suddenly you became aware of the ungodly snores behind you, caused by none other, but your husband. Typical. Slowly, you turned around to face him, almost letting out a snort from the sight.

His mouth was half-open, arms wrapped around your torso, his prosthetic legs tangled with yours. The cool metal pressed against your warm flesh. He was always so cold, but you didn’t mind… though, you did mind if he ended up drooling on you. Smiling softly at him as he slept, you tilted your head back to press a kiss to a high cheekbone, before pulling away and preparing to creep out of the much too welcoming bed. However, before you could, you were pulled back by the two arms wrapped around you. A sleepy grunt left the Arc, and he nuzzled his face into your hair.

“Come back…” he all but whined. Yeah. Echo in the morning was a clingy one. He craved your body warmth— (and your touch, ahem.) He still had his eyes closed, and gave you an affectionate squeeze.

“Mornin’, baby.” You greeted, and he just hummed in response. “I gotta go make breakfast, love. Gotta let me go.” You stared, chuckling a little. And that made the trooper huff. “Stop, no you don’t.” He retorted.

“How’re you gonna tell me that?”

“You just don’t have to make breakfast, we can starve together–” he mumbled into your hair. “Uh, yeah, no, I’m hungry, sorry, Echo.”

And with that, you patted his bionic arm and peeled it off you, swinging your legs off the bed, bare feet meeting with the cold tiles of the wood floor, sending a shiver down your spine. “I suppose I’ll die alone, then.” He said, sarcastically, rolling over on his back, placing his forearm over his eyes. You rolled your eyes at your comment. “Dramatic.” You responded. “I want waffles.”

Of course he did. Placing one last kiss to his cheek, you exited the bedroom, moving to the kitchen. Waffles it is.

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Holding a plate and two other mugs in your hands, you were welcomed back with Echo’s loud snores. Goodness, were all clones this loud when they slept? Perhaps.

Snickering to yourself as you sat the platter of waffles and two mugs of caff down, you crawled on top of his sprawled out body, and plopped yourself down on his lap. He awoke with a loud snort, which had you grinning.

“Oh, yeah, snore even louder; that’s so sexy”

“Not as sexy as my morning breath.”

He cracked open a pale brown eye up at you, a lazy smirk pulling at his lips before he blew air at your face. It was horrid. Your face scrunched up and you leaned away with a grimace, making him chuckle. “That's so hot. I’m totally turned on right now.” You said in a flat tone, making Echo click his tongue at you. “Give me a kiss, woman.” He demanded, and you happily complied, pressing your lips to his as he smiled into it. Pulling away, you then gasped.

“Oh! I have your waffles,” you said, smiling proudly as you showed him. “I also added bacon n’ eggs. Perfect wife material, yeah?” You prompted in pride, raising a brow. Echo sat up with you, resting his scomp on your hip while the others grabbed his mug and he took a sip. He stared at you with lidded eyes over the rim of his mug, speaking into it. “You are my wife.” He stated, and you just shrugged, stealing a piece of his bacon. “But yes, perfect wife material.” He agreed, setting his mug down and then taking a bite out of his waffle. “Thank you, angel.” “Of course, love.”

They were both silent for a few moments as they ate, before the sun beamed into the room. The ocean glistening, bathing the room in that golden glow. Golden hour. “Oh my goodness! Echo, it’s your hour! It’s your time–!” You exclaimed, reaching up and cupping his face in your hands, before directing it to the beam.

Almost immediately, pale brown turned into gold.

Echo melted into your hands, smile softening as he gazed at you. Eyes adoringly tracing over your features, sun on you as well, making you look ethereal. “You’re so handsome. How did I end up nagging you? I’m so lucky.” You said, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs.

“I’m just bolts and wires, cyar’ika. That’s all. Bolts and wires. I’m more droid,”

Oh, there it was. You knew Echo sometimes, well… doubted his place to you. He didn’t look like how he used too. He was more droid than clone. He didn’t think he was good enough for you. You deserved someone normal looking. A normal man with a normal life, not a clone who just knew war. And yet… all you wanted was him. It was enough to bring him to tears sometimes.

Your eyes softened, and brows slightly furrowed.

“But you’re still just as human as I am, Echo. I love you. Bolts and wires and flesh and metal and all.” And that was a promise. He breathed your name out under his breath, before tugging you closer, embracing you and laying his head on top of yours.

“I love you too, angel. I love you so much.” And he always would.

“Forever and always?”

“‘Till death do us part, cyar’ika.”

#the bad batch #bad batch x reader #x reader #x female reader #echo x reader

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linkito · 3 months ago

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I feel so much for Scar in those pre-sleepover rambles T-T He's out here trying to balance his protectiveness with the hermits being like that. And the hermits seemingly not caring that they're hurting him too. Really only Impulse seems to be looking at Scar. It just all feels bad...

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It is bad!

And honestly, it's a tricky thing to write, because even though we typically focus on the perspective of Grian and Scar, we don't want to write the other Hermits as mean. In fact, they're not even necessarily in the wrong. Because things really aren't black and white.

They mean well. They're concerned about Grian, and in a way, it is helpful. It's making Grian look inward and think about what he likes and for what reasons. It is a good concern to have, just... executed poorly.

Because they don't know any better.

It's reactionary! They see bruises and a flinching avian and fangs and an angry vex. It's not an unreasonable conclusion to come to. And they're still not necessarily buying into this idea of Scar being an abuser of some sort, no they know Scar, but... They can't just discard their concerns because of their feelings.

They know Scar, but... this version of him almost seems like a stranger.

...On the bright side, there are more Hermits on Scar's side than just Impulse! (not Mumbo though /sob)

Impulse and Gem were there during the rescue, specifically they were the two that saw how Grian let Scar near when he wouldn't allow that from anyone else. The way Scar's vex form faded as he embraced him. The way they held each other so intimately, the way Scar shushed and soothed him.

They know. And they saw that awful world. They understand more than most.

And Gem regularly spars with Scar! She's probably one of the few who is genuinely intrigued by this "new Scar." She likes him. She likes him just as much as she liked "old Scar."

Skizz comes around. He's a bit nosy and can be very critical, but he's also a pair with Impulse, let's be real. If Impulse sees the good in Scar, so will Skizz. Skizz is just gonna be a bit more of a pain in the butt sometimes, but Scar doesn't mind being held accountable and being kept in check. (Grian minds that people think they have to do that.)

Cleo is also a huge support. Imagine Scar asking them if he scares her. And Cleo just snorts like, "Scar, you could never scare me." She's literally undead! A vex doesn't startle them. Cleo is also the one to help dress Scar for the sleepover and cut his hair. Mama Cleo energy <3

And surprisingly, someone who is just undeniably on Scar's side and goes as far to say the other Hermits are completely out of line?

Doc.

Doc, who had Scar practically destroy his bionic arm on the ship during the rescue. (It's fine, it gave him an excuse to make upgrades.) Doc who is taking care of [redacted] and understands more than anyone what those two had to go through.

"Those Hermits, man, they love to get involved in everybody's business. Some of the things they say, so stupid."

Doc isn't scared of Scar. Just look at him, he's the scary one! (No, he's fluffy and soft. Soft for Scar and soft for the pesky bird.)

And then of course, there's— /dragged away by the redacted fairies

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#link answers #ribbon anon #listen these redacted bits will likely be revealed soon but #its so fun to tease #hhau #pearl has also seen Scar's extremely soft side #but its complicated with her #she worries about grian above everything #but scar wants that #he wouldnt change that #he trusts her to keep him in line more than anyone #OH AND OBVIOUSLY CUB #but Cub is a vex too and its tricky #because if he speaks up TOO much it could become an us vs. them kind of thing with vexes and they Both Dont Want That #but obviously he is there for Scar #all the time always #<33 #sorry i take so long on these responses sometimes lol #i know i'll get carried away like this yknow

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endless-ineffabilities · 8 months ago

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The Bolter (part six) (18+)

Steve Rogers x f!reader / Bucky Barnes x f!reader

synopsis : Steve carries out his decision to return to Peggy, aiming to live out the rest of his days with her. But this means he's leaving everything behind - he's leaving you. Did he make the right choice? Will there be anything left with you to come back to?

in this chapter : Bucky and the reader finally give in to their desires. In 2018, after the battle in Wakanda, Steve Rogers decides to be selfish and takes what he deserves (also known as, smut-filled self-indulgent chronicles with our super soldiers) + in the 1950s, Steve is greeted with the most unexpected of visitors

themes/warnings : language, smut ahead! 18+ - minors dni

word count : 4.3k

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2024, seven months after Steve's departure

It felt strange at first, feeling Bucky's lips against yours.

He's gentle, each kiss punctuated by a pause, like he's savouring each one.

He's worried that you might not kiss him back and that you don't feel the same.

But how could you not feel the same? How could this not feel right?

He pulls back for a second, and he takes you in. Your eyes blinking at him, lips left parted with a wet sheen over it.

He smiles. You mirror his gesture.

It's okay, he tells himself as he presses his forehead to yours, I am not alone in this.

He looks on as his warm-blooded hand grazes down to your collarbones, snakes above your ribs, then halts by the curve of your hips, gripping with a bit more strength, his reservations easing.

He wants more. His deep blue eyes beg the question.

That blue reminds you of someone else's for a split second, ones you would recognize anywhere, ocean eyes that you think you would love for all time.

Or so you thought.

Kissing Bucky feels like waking up from a drawn-out fever dream. All your life, you've been on the run, never quite finding a haven. Save for that cabin, many years ago.

But now, you could have this, and this something - someone - could actually be just yours.

You pull him back in, giving in, shivers running down your spine when his tongue snakes past your lips and dances with your own. His hands cup your backside, then lifts you up to wrap your legs to around his waist.

He slams you back against the wall as a result, and Bucky is quick to appraise you, asking, "Is this okay?"

Letting out a shaky breath, you affirm, "Bucky, this is more than fucking okay."

His body slumps in relief against you, and he nuzzles your neck, breaking into a grin, and god help you if he doesn't feel better than the warmth of sunlight after an endless winter.

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He kisses you again, messily sucking at your bottom lip as he deftly carries you over to your kitchen island. You feel flushed when he pulls back to admire you, his pupils dilated, and says, "You taste so good, doll."

"Bucky," you pant, your fingers curling at the back of his neck.

"So good," he repeats. "I bet you taste good all over, too."

You're suddenly grateful to be wearing only teensy pajama shorts, feeling the rough pads of his fingertips pressing against your skin. The ridges of his bionic arm leaving tingles in their wake.

He lowers himself, until his face is level with your regrettably still-clothed crotch. His every breath gusts between your inner thighs, and when he bites his lip and slowly pulls your shorts and underwear down, down, until they slide off your ankles, the hungry look that forms on his face is almost enough to make you explode.

"You don't know how much I've wanted this," he whispers, lips gliding along your upper thigh, until it lands at the crest of your labia, where he places the softest, open-mouthed kisses. Your ass presses against the cold tile on your kitchen counter instinctively, your tight-knuckled hands bracing at your sides.

Maybe this is all a damn good dream. Maybe you imbibed yourself to sweet slumber, white wine bottle rolling empty by your bedside table.

Bucky licks a stripe along your cunt, before eagerly sucking at your throbbing opening. He uses his bionic fingers to stretch you open, sliding in and out, as his tongue plunges just above. After a while, he looks up at you for assurance.

Yes, god yes.

He's real and he's warm and he's here.

"Say you're mine, doll," he says. It's a command, but it comes across almost pleading. You can't exactly fault Bucky for having his fair share of doubts and insecurity. Steve Rogers has a light that is hard to eclipse, even in memory.

But that's all he is now. A memory.

There are voices in the back of Bucky's mind that taunt him, saying, she'll never be yours. Not really. How could she, when you don't hold a candle to her former lover? The hero, the soldier, the Avenger.

But he drowns them all out, even just for tonight. One look at you falling apart from his touch is enough to quell all of his worries. I deserve this, he thinks. Steve left to get what he truly wants. Who's to stop me from doing the same?

"All yours," you say. "I'm all yours."

His heart soars, and his lips stretch out in a smile, glistening from the juices of your cunt.

He stands, his face levelling with yours, and his mouth gravitating towards your own. Your hands find purchase in his hair, holding him ever closer, fingernails massaging his scalp.

He groans in pleasure at the sensation and against your lips, he admits, half-muffled, "I could kiss you forever."

"Good thing you super soldiers live quite long then."

"Hmm," he agrees, then adds breathlessly, his blue eyes burning into you, "I wanna... wanna fuck you, doll. Would you let me have you?"

By his tone, you almost wonder how he held himself back from adding please at the end.

"Bucky," you can't help but smile, "do you even have to ask?"

And it's a goddamn blissful whirlwind from there.

He pulls you from the kitchen island, and you land clumsily on his shoes, tripping into his arms in the process. He laughs, jokily saying, "My girl right here..."

"Yeah," you wag your eyebrows, "I am so smooth."

"It's almost impressive," he responds, both hands framing your face, about to lean in.

"Almost?" you reach up and trace his lips.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were some secret agent or something," he makes a suspicious face, and it's all so silly that you break out into a giggle.

"Oh yeah?" you play along, while you two sway aimlessly, arms wrapped around each other.

"Yeah," he nods, then says, "come here and kiss me already."

"Just a kiss then?"

"A kiss," he nips at your earlobes, "then y'know, maybe we can make love and all that," then he pecks at the corner of your lips, "maybe... I dunno... you'll finally let me fuck you senseless." He shrugs at that, as if it was the most obvious thing.

You come to realise that Bucky Barnes has perhaps always been this charming. Was he like this in the 40s - a smooth talker, perennial ladies magnet? You remind yourself to ask him about it later.

But now... now the two of you stumble into your bedroom, in a flurry of kisses and the rest of your clothes haphazardly thrown on the floor.

Taking him in, you see how Bucky is undeniably well-built, his every muscle defined and trained to perfection. He makes a sound of appreciation when the last article of clothing is stripped from your body, his hands grabbing on the closest patch of skin he can find. "You're so beautiful," he preens, squeezing at the mounds of your breasts. He then guides you down on your bed, his mouth latching onto your nipple, sucking and gently nipping at the flesh.

"Are you kidding," you can barely speak, eyes shut in pleasure, when he plunges his fingers back into your soaked cunt. "Have you seen you?"

He merely continues, watching as you grip his wrist and beg, "Just like that, Buck... so good... faster...."

Adding a third finger in, he whispers in your ear, "You gonna come for me, doll?"

"Y-yes... keep going..."

"So damn perfect," he purrs, fingers making hook motions inside of you, speeding up the pace.

He alternates between kissing you full on the mouth, and nipping at your neck, letting you take grateful breaths of air. Your chest rises and falls almost in sync with his fingers audibly slopping in and out of your cunt.

Bucky can't seem to take it any longer when straddles you, lining up with your entrance. His sucks your pre-cum from his fingers before giving his taut cock a few strokes for good measure. He tilts his pelvis forward, his tip pressing right against your opening. Keeping it in position, he half-crawls up to you, until his forearms brace by the sides of your face.

His pupils are blown out and his eyes appear entirely darkened when they meet yours. You nod once, biting your lip in anticipation.

His cock enters you, stretching you out wide. It's a familiar kind of pain, one that's most welcome. He watches in awe as your eyes roll to the back of your head as he slides in, inch by inch, until he's fully sheathed.

He lets out a deep exhale, partially in relief. He's here, you've accepted him and you're only his for tonight.

You catch him smiling to himself, and ask, "Amused, Buck?"

"Oh, it's nothing," he replies. He slides out of you just so, before burying himself back in, right to the hilt. A moan bubbles out of you throat.

"Just thinkin' about how lucky I am," he rasps through another quick snap of his pelvis. "Thinkin' about how damn perfect you sound, taking my cock in so well like that."

"Mmmphh," is all you can manage, when he picks up the pace, slamming into you with every thrust, his balls slapping against your ass. He sits back, lifting your legs over his shoulders.

The new angle allows him to plunge in deeper, hitting that one sweet aching spot each time.

"Bucky," you moan, hands reaching to steady yourself using the headboard, greedily looking to where his body connects with yours. To where his thick cock disappears inside your pussy, again and again.

It turns sloppy, frantic, your legs freely extending to the sides. Beads of sweat forming by his brows, grunts freely emanating from his lips. He falls forward, and you wrap your arms around him, nails scratching his back.

"Oh yeah, doll," he would say, "...feel so good... so good..." until the words are no longer coherent, his pelvis jackrabbiting with no rhythm.

"Bucky," you moan, feeling your release nearing, getting hotter and hotter.

His forehead connects with yours, and with one wet all-tongue kiss, you feel him convulse inside of you, filling your insides with his cum.

He makes sure to keep moving, to keep kissing you all over, until you follow not long after.

Hands gripping the sheets, you're overwhelmed with bliss. It's all pleasure, all warmth, all Bucky.

He collapses next to you after a moment, breathless. The two of you share the smile of satisfied lovers, and he wants to say more. He wants to say it, but the confession isn't fully formed.

Not yet.

For now, this is enough.

You lean in and press a gentle kiss on his lips.

Oh yeah, he thinks. This is more than enough.

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2018, two nights after the battle in Wakanda

Once it started, it was like dominoes cascading right into place.

There was no stopping it - you and Steve definitely had no desire to stop.

He appeared in the doorway of your quarters just after midnight, the Avengers compound somber and silent. Once he spoke your name in that low voice, you knew what he wanted.

You wanted it too. Needed it even.

You both did everything you could, put it all on the line and it was all lost in a single second. With just a mere snap.

You were still trying to process the depth of your loss, still haven't reached out to your friends to check if they still existed. You didn't want to face the possibility of calls unanswered, no one left on the other line.

Steve was the same, but he bore it harder than you. In that moment, he hated himself - the so-called leader of the Avengers, ever the figurehead of guidance and hope. Everyone always looked on him to be perfect and dominant and steadfast.

He knew none of that would ease up anytime soon. And to the rest of the world, he would have to be Captain America. They would look to him for answers, and advice on how to proceed. He would be expected to carry everyone through their pain, and he would.

But who was ever there for him? When will he ever be allowed to just be Steve, and to show that he also feels completely vulnerable, especially in that time?

He whispered your name, just the once, and that was all it took.

America's Golden Boy had been holding everything in ever since they got him out of the ice. That night, you allowed him to release it all, and the two of you collided in a frenzy of lust and longing, frustration and defeat.

And unbridled love.

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Steve kissed you hungrily, much harder than he did right after the battle, if that were even possible.

That kiss had been bruising, but this was uninhibited.

No, there was nothing unsure in his movements. There was no doubt of what he wanted when he picked you up bridal-style, biting at your neck.

He gracelessly plops you down on your bed, and you bite your lip at the sight of him. He'd shaved again, so it was easy for you to spot the fleck of fresh blood on his lips.

He took notice, and he carelessly ran his thumb over it.

"You bit me," he said, "you fucking minx."

Steve Rogers sure had a mouth on him when he wanted to.

Getting on your knees, you pull his hand to your lips and suck the red spot off his thumb.

"Goddamn it, angel," he whispers huskily, eyes glazing over in lust.

Angel. You felt your warmth pooling down below.

He hurriedly stripped off his white shirt and stepped out of his navy sweatpants, then beckoned to you with a tilt of his jaw, "C'mere."

Standing upright by the foot of the bed, he simply watched as you crawled closer to him.

You knelt on the bed, palms pressed against his bare chest. Even at that height, he was still angled at almost a foot taller than you.

"What do you want?" he asked, his fingers tilting your face up at him. "Use your words, angel."

Tell me you want me.

"Steve," you started to say, but your words fumble when he started peppering soft kisses on your neck.

"Mmm," he purred against your skin, "what was that?"

"I... I want you."

His stony mask fell, but it was short-lived. His lips curled right back into that imperious smirk.

He then bunched his fists in the neckline of your shirt, then rips it down the middle, like it was nothing but paper.

Your torso left bare to him, he cast a hungry look over the curve of your breasts, before his eyes met yours again.

"Off," his fingers ran along the waistband of your trousers, drifting against your skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake. "unless you want me to rip it apart, too."

His commanding voice made you scramble to follow, shakily pulling your trousers off and pushing them off the bed.

"All of it," he impatiently added. So you complied.

Aye, Captain.

Your underwear landed atop your trousers on the floor. You were exposed to him, fully, cold air making your nipples rise on attention. He shamelessly took you in, but he does not make a move just yet.

He made it known that you should follow his orders. "Well?" he said. "What are you waiting for?" His eyes lower to the shape of his cock straining against his boxers, then back to you.

Licking your lips, you lowered the cotton, until his erect manhood was revealed to you in all its glory, glistening at the tip. You'd imagined it, many times before, wondering whether the serum also made this part of him enhanced.

And it did. God, it did.

Or maybe Steve Rogers has always been this blessed.

Your eyes flit to him for permission, and he just looked amused. Gripping at base of his length, you angled your head forward, and let your saliva drip down on it. You use the wetness from your spit and his pre-cum to give his cock several, good strokes, making it twitch in the process.

He hummed, the sound deep in his chest. "Good girl," he praised you, making your whole body feel like fucking jelly, "don't keep me waiting, now."

Your mouth formed an O-shape, sliding down on his cock, and you take him in fully until his tip touched the back of your throat. He fucking moans, the sound so lewd to your ears, disjointed by his little shaky breaths.

"That's my... good... girl," he praised, when you moved your head up and back down, lips gliding smooth on the thick girth of his soaked cock. He pressed his palm on the back of your head, guiding you, making you suck him a faster pace.

It's too much - your own increasing pleasure, and the sensation of his cock repeatedly hitting the back of your throat - that errant tears escape the corners of your eyes.

"Shhh, my angel," he purred. "I'm coming... just you wait..."

"Mmm," you could barely make a sound, only glancing up to appreciate him. His eyebrows are ruffled, maroon lips parted and panting, his head tilted to see his good girl at a better angle.

His moaned loudly, almost growled, the sound rumbling in his chest. "Fuck, fuck," he curses, "I'm so close..."

You slid him in deep one last time, before he pulled out of your mouth suddenly, pushing you to your back. He clambered onto the sheets in a flourish, before releasing streams of hot milky cum on your chest.

His fingers squeezed his cock, as he emptied himself onto you, watching as the rivulets stream from your nipples down to your bedsheets.

"Steve," you watched in amazement, entranced by the sheer pleasure in his expression. "Take me."

"Oh I will," he promised, still stroking himself at the sight of you. He's hard again, and you just laid there, aching to be filled.

He positioned himself, darkened gaze greedily taking you in, pleased by the unabashed desire on your face. He doesn't break eye contact as he mercilessly pushed his cock inside you in one fell swoop. The sheer size of it gave rise to a slightly painful sensation, and you bit your tongue to keep from screaming his name.

He didn't like that, didn't take to the idea that you were holding back.

"Scream my name, angel," he prodded. "You know you want to."

And scream his name you did. You couldn't help it, repeatedly exclaiming, "Fuck yes, Steve," as he pounded into you without abandon. He gave it everything, let go of it all, with each relentless thrust.

Your eyes were closed in sheer pleasure when suddenly he deftly twists your body over, his cock never leaving the slick warmth of your pussy.

The sudden change in position rendered you alert for a moment, your hands out reaching out to brace yourself.

You're left on all fours, hands gripping the sheets, as Steve kept slamming into your dripping cunt. He kept a tight hold on you, squeezing your raised ass, using it to bury himself even deeper.

He made you see stars with every sharp snap of his hips, made you moan his name again and again. Your cunt getting slicker, the warmth in your belly spreading each time he praised you with, "My good girl," or, "You take me so well, angel."

He soon released again inside of you, then pulled out, your pussy dripping with his cum. But he wasn't finished just yet. He effortlessly carried you over to one side of your room, your back pressed against his chest.

You immediately realised what he wanted to do, when he stopped right in front of the full-length mirror, and bid you with a stern, "Hands up."

You braced your palms against the glass, catching his eyes in the reflection which were clouded over in sheer lust. He pressed his palm on your lower belly and takes you in from behind, his cock sliding right back into your cunt. The pleasure of it hit so damn good, that you knees almost gave way.

"Look at how good you take me," he groaned from behind you. "Look at how beautiful you are, angel."

Your moans melded with his, along with the slick constant sound of his cock plunging into your sore pussy.

At some point, you fell forward and the motion made him follow. Your breasts pressed against the mirror, and he tilted your head back to sloppily kiss you, one hand applying pressure on your neck. He left bites on your neck and shoulders, his sharp teeth sinking into the skin to muffle his moans.

He fucked you wildly, drunk on the sight of your blissed-out face in the reflection. When your release came, it fell almost in sync with his, cum spilling down your thighs.

It took a long while to come down from such a high, and you lay in bed, letting everything sink in. You watched as he retrieved a wet towel from your bathroom and cleaned you up promptly.

When he joined you a moment later, he encased you with his entire body, legs entwined with yours, face nuzzled against your neck.

You felt tiredness quickly setting in, as you stroked his face, lovingly whispering, "How about we just go back to our cabin, hmm?"

That was just a dream, and you both knew it. The world just wasn't in the habit of allowing you two to simply be happy.

In that moment, Steve wanted to cry. Because you were perfect, just so perfect, and he wasn't.

He could never be good enough, never be the Steve you thought he was. Your Steve. All he was is a man out of time, a man who can never come home from the war.

He was broken, and all he had left was the last truth he held onto, the one thing he could give you.

"I love you," he whispered as you drifted to sleep.

He wouldn't be there when you woke in the morning. But you would remember everything, and like a resounding echo, his words would never leave you.

I love you.

If only that was enough. If only that made him stay.

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2024, seven months after Steve's departure

Bucky stays over for the night, and you wake up in his arms.

It's a lazy day, no routine in place, the two of you falling in and out of sleep, talking nonsense and sharing food. Smiling against kisses. Having to bite your lip at the sensation of his metal fingers pleasuring you over again.

At some point in the early evening, you decide to wash up and get dressed. You settle on the couch in your living room, as he takes it upon himself to make sandwiches in the kitchen.

You switch the TV on and the main news channel appears, the sound lowered as you watch Bucky find his way around your cupboards.

"Need any help?"

He winks at you, funnily waving a piece of toast up, "I got it, doll."

Then something flashes from the corner of your eye, that metallic red, white, and blue.

It's on the screen - that shield - being paraded around by some stranger.

Your heart pounding, you increase the volume to the maximum, and Bucky's attention is immediately piqued.

The sounds of a full marching band erupt in your apartment, theme music being played in what looks like a high school football field.

Bucky is now at your side, his work in the kitchen forgotten.

John Walker is our nation's new Captain America, the screen reads.

"What the fuck?" you exclaim.

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The 1950s, seven months after Steve's arrival

The visitors at the door render Steve alert, the sight an immediate wake-up call to his senses.

Nothing ever happens in his life in this time. There is no reason to look out for danger in his calm piece of suburbia.

Steve doesn't understand why it feels like he all but welcomed the presence of a threat, his neurons finally firing back up, all of his senses heightened.

"Loki," he greets coldly.

"Right," Loki says, then turns to his companion, "I told you he wouldn't be too eager to see me."

"Come on now, what do you mean?" the man responds. "This is Steve Rogers, he's possibly the most polite person of his time."

"Okay, but even this dutiful soldier would surely punch me in the face after what I tried to do to his world - "

"Well, you were being plain ridiculous when you made everyone kneel," the man says, without missing a beat, like he was simply talking about something regular that occurred over lunch.

"I know, I know," Loki shakes his head. "Can't we just forget about that?"

"Stop," Steve snaps, and the two visitors fall silent. He addresses Loki, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Oh," the man smiles, "Language, Cap."

He's met with an impatient glare from Steve who towers over him.

The man balks, "Hmm, isn't that a thing you say to - "

Loki only shakes his head at him.

"Well," the man straightens, "it's a pleasure to meet you, Captain," he offers his hand, "My name is Mobius and I work for the TVA."

Steve reluctantly shakes his hand, while routinely keeping watch on Loki.

Mobius, aware that Steve's sense of suspicion has no chance of easing, goes straight to the point.

"Steve, we're here because... well... you're not supposed to be here."

Read part seven here ~

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I know what you're thinking - how can Steve still leave after ALL THAT???? Well, he's a complicated man, darlings. And he'll battle his fair share of self-loathing and depression in the years prior to Endgame. Love is brutal sometimes, and Steve just won't be able to allow himself to succumb to it when he's not at peace :(

Also - I wanted to reverse the usual theme of Steve being the gentle lover, and Bucky being darker and self-assured. But I wanted it to still make sense - here Steve was rough because he's using it as a form of release, after all the trauma he went through. And sweet Bucky was understandably a bit reluctant because he doesn't trust himself completely yet.

you get the gist ;) I've loved each and every one of your comments/messages etc. Stay tuned for more of our beloved bolters 💙

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