#I hope in the downtime before the next mission they will talk to him more

[intricatechaosofyou]

To Keep Memories Alive

Pairing: Echo x f!reader

Fandom: The Bad Batch; Star Wars

Summary: The Republic might be gone, but that doesn’t mean the war is over, especially not for the clones. You and Echo manage to find solace in each other. And memories would always remain. But sometimes you just need someone to listen to you.

Based off the song “Ghosts That We Knew” by Mumford & Sons

Lyrics: “And the ghosts that we knew will flicker from view // And we’ll have a long life”

Warnings: angsty, talk of death and loss, hopefully a touching ending!

Author’s note: Happy @cloneficgiftexchange day!! As usual, @ghostofskywalker hosts an amazing event and I’m so grateful to participate!This was such a fun prompt to work with! I saw the characters and the song and knew exactly who I had to write for! Thanks to @akaanade for such a fun idea, and I hope you like what I have for you babe! Happy summer to all the clone lovers <3

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No one exactly knew who decided to create the clones. One day, Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi ventured to a planet called Kamino, and the next, the clone army served the Republic.

They fought side by side with their Jedi generals, helping to bring about the end of the Separatist army and restore peace to the galaxy.

Until it all changed.

Suddenly, the Jedi were deemed traitors of the Republic and the clones that once fought with them now had orders to eliminate them.

You remember that day. The smoke from the Temple, the panic in the senate, the day the Republic turned into the Galactic Empire.

And now the Empire was trying to phase out clones, the clones who fought so valiantly in the name of the Republic, and now in the name of the Empire.

As an aide for the Pantoran Senator Chuchi, you worked with her side by side to fight for the rights of the clones.

That’s how you ended up in ties with the unofficial clone rebellion.

There were familiar faces, like Captain Rex and Captain Howzer, distinguished clones you had met before during assignments with Senator Chuchi.

But among the group of identical faces, there were some you knew you hadn’t met before like Fireball and Gregor.

And Echo.

The ex-ARC trooper was unlike any other clone you had met. His bravery and intelligence were unlike anything you had ever seen, not even in a clone trooper.

Between missions, when you had downtime and weren’t required by the Senator. You’d find yourself seeking him out, hoping to hear another story, to hear about his brothers that he held in such high esteem.

You’d hear tales about his days stationed at the Richi Outpost with the Domino Squad, his missions alongside the 501st as an ARC-trooper, and then there were stories about his most recent adventures alongside Clone Force 99, more commonly called the Bad Batch. His stories about the special troopers and the young girl, Omega, who joined them never failed to make you smile.

While you loved all of his stories, the ones about his brother named Fives were always your favorite. You could watch the wistful look in his eyes grow as he recounted their adventures and heroics—and of course, their (mostly Fives’) accidents.

“And when Rex walked in, Fives stood at attention hoping Rex wouldn’t notice the fact he had gotten his bucket stuck on his foot.”

Your laughter echoed through the night air as you listened to the tale from Echo’s ARC-trooper days.

“What did you do?” You managed to get out between your giggles.

Echo chuckled and shook his head. “When Rex asked what Fives had done, I looked him dead in the eyes and asked ‘who’s Fives?’”

“You didn’t!” You gasped, grabbing onto his shoulder in an attempt to keep yourself steady as another bout of laughter came on.

The clone nodded, chuckling quietly to himself at your reaction. Recounting stories of his fallen brothers was often painful. Even the mere thought of them was enough to put him in a stupor for the rest of the day.

But somehow you made his recollections a little lighter. The way you listened so intently, the way you asked questions and got involved in the conversation, the way you would rest your hand on his knee when you noticed his words start to stall and voice started to waver.

As you finally recovered from your fit of laughter, you turned your head to look at Echo only to find him already looking at you with a soft smile.

A warmth bloomed in your stomach at his expression and you found yourself matching his smile. There was something about the way he looked at you that made you feel giddy despite yourself.

“What?” You asked.

Echo’s answer was immediate. “Thank you for listening.”

Although it was a simple thanks, there was a deeper meaning behind his words.

It wasn’t just a thank you for listening, it was a thank you for being there with him, a thank you for your kind smile, a thank you for reminding him that there was still good in the galaxy after everything he had lost. You gave him hope that one day he’d see the light again.

And maybe he’d express all of that to one day. But for now, his simple thank you would have to do.

You grinned at him. “Anytime, Echo. I love your stories.”

You laid your hand on his shoulder, leaning towards him and planting a kiss on his cheek.

A small part of you relished the way he flushed at the action.

“They’re hard to tell sometimes,” he admits, glancing up at the stars above your heads.

You nodded, keeping your hand on his shoulder as you noticed his somber tone.

“But that’s why it’s good to tell them. Your brothers live on in your stories, they’re not just memories anymore.”

You let your hand slide down his shoulder until it reached his own good hand. You tangled your fingers with his, giving his palm a gentle squeeze.

He turned his head to you, gently pressing your foreheads together. He had told you about this gesture before. It was a Keldabe kiss, a tradition of the Mandalorians. And in moments like these, it felt more intimate than a normal kiss.

Maybe one day the fighting would stop and things would settle down once the peace returned. And as Echo sat with you in a moment of serenity, he was sure of it: the ghosts that he knew would flicker from view, and the two of you would have a long life.

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simon 'ghost' riley x reader headcanons

fully gender neutral + no descriptors because ghost is for the people. implied that reader is military tho. all lowercase bc im cool. wacky ass writing. no other warnings besides ghost being a deeply insecure individual

(literally just writing this bc i have the brainrot so bad i spent 95 hard earned canadian dollars on this stupid game im not even good at it its amazing i love it anyways enjoy u filthy animals)

- he's a dog guy. he secretly wishes he couldve had a stabler life so maybe he could have one or two. If you have a dog, he is ALL over it. will buy treats, toys, enrichment, literally anything and everything. he just wants to spoil the lil baby

- absolutely does not know how to cook, he can only use a microwave smh. if you can cook for him tho, he will absolutely get all heart eyed kickin his feet under ur dinner table twirling his hair round his finger he is in LOVE

- THAT BEING SAID!!!! he makes a bangin cup of tea. his fav is earl grey and he loves a good london fog, but with his line of work he just doesnt have the time. thats why every time he actually goes home, the first thing he does is make a proper cuppa.

- it's very difficult for him to trust anybody, much less fall in love, so when he falls he falls HARD. he'll go out of his way to do nice things for you. if you're out on a mission together and have some downtime he'll just grab your knives and sharpen them for you. He's already doing his own, why not yours too? He lovesss doing small acts like that for u. he knows a little kindness can go a long way.

- the same goes the other way around, if you do literally anything for him the man is SWOONING. he's about to head out but can't find something, and u pop outta nowhere to place it in his hands with a kiss on the cheek of his mask? he's planning a proposal as soon as hes out the door. he loves u. amazing.

- he knows he's a good looking guy, but before he shows you his face he's super scared about you not liking how he looks. He worries that he isn't your 'type' and once you see his face you'll get bored of him and move on to someone more entertaining like Soap or Alejandro

- He's not great at verbalizing his emotions, and tends to bottle things up. if he does it for long enough he'll get way too in his head and he'll start distancing himself from u (unintentionally). one day it gets to be too much and u just sit him down and make him tell u whats up

- he's just. not good at talking abt his feelings. his sentences have super long pauses where he overthinks everything he's saying. he's trying not to hurt your feelings if it's something relating to you, but sometimes that means he wont tell u the whole truth. but hes trying ok? he WANTS to communicate with you, he's just gotta learn how essentially from scratch.

- but man if ur able to break down his walls a little, and he can tell that you see him as a person and not just some mysterious puzzle to solve, he will go to the ends of the earth for u.

- he will devote a lot of his downtime to just being around you. he just likes your presence, hes the type of guy to want to sit in a room together and do your own things. he'll post up at a desk and look over the next mission's paperwork while you chill in a corner with a hobby of yours

if u made it this far hell yeah i hope u enjoyed, this is absolutely just self indulgent but i figured the world must be blessed as well. have a good one yall

[prismuffin]

Hi, I hope your day/night is going well! I was wondering if you could do a mission impossible one-shot if Ethan Hunt and his troublemaker son? Like Ethan is taking a break from missions for a little while, so he thinks it’s time to finally connect with his kid, but his son just got out of school early from a fight or something. Idk, I’m not the best at wording, but I hope this is clear enough :)) love your works to death btw ❤️

A/n: YESS M:I REQUESTS ZJEHDHDJ- I hope you enjoy this fic man you guys have some awesome ideas also THANK YOU SO MUCH I’m glad you like my writinggg!! Sorry it took a minute it was the holidays-

"Talk to me."

Dad!Ethan Hunt x Son!Reader

( summary: Ethan decides to take a break from missions and come home only to find you coming home early from school with a black eye )

warning?: mentions of fighting/injury, tears/crying, readers either in middle school or high-school you pick!

!-!more under the cut!-!

It doesn't take a genius to know that Ethan Hunt of the IMF is an overworked man. Even he knows it, and though he loves his job and his team sometimes he can't help but wonder what effect his absence is having on his son. It's been something that's been crossing his minds in between missions even though there isn't much downtime between them. The team, *cough* Luther *cough* noticed that something was on his mind and asked him about it. Luther eventually told Brandt and Brandt got some down time for Ethan. Two weeks, that’s how long Ethan had off and though he’d usually hate any down time, this time he was just looking forward to reconnecting with his son.

Walking through the door of his house that he barely occupied, he set his bags down by the door and placed his jacket on the coat rack. It was around 11am on a Wednesday so he didn’t call out for you right away, he knew you’d be in school which was great for him since he wanted to surprise you. While walking into the living room he noticed a small mess on one of the couches and when he went to throw it away he noticed the dishes piled up. Sighing, he rolled up his sleeves, it was time for some domestic house work.

It was maybe an hour later and Ethan was almost done with cleaning up his house. He was fluffing up the couches throw pillows when the jingle of keys in the front door snapped him out of his tranquil space. His eyebrows creased as he wondered who could've been unlocking his door. It could be you but one glance at the clock had told him that you were supposed to be in school so it couldn't be. But while in his thoughts you revealed yourself, opening your door, you huffed and slammed it closed, your backpack dropping off of your shoulders as you slid to the ground with it. A sigh escaped you as you put your head in your arms, not even noticing your fathers presence until the creek of a floorboard had alerted you.

Your eyes widened as you stared at the face of you father, someone you had lost hope on seeing practically ever again. He stood with his arms crossed, his eyebrows still furrowed as he looked at you on the ground before glancing to the clock, his tongue pushed his lips from inside his mouth as he chose his next words. "Half day?" You shot up, it was as if hearing his voice made it all real for you, he was really here in the flesh, it wasn't some sick prank your mind was playing on you. Part of you wanted to run over and hug him but another part of you didn't know how he'd react or even if he wanted you to. Your arms laid strictly at your sides and your eyes casted downwards as if not looking at him would pause the world and give you time to think. "No..." you responded to his earlier question. It was now that he realized the black eye that was beginning to form on your face along with some stray cuts and bruises littering your arms and fists. In his head he deduced all possibilities of what could have happened and it was exactly what he feared, being away from you for so long did have an effect on you.

He took a step closer which made your eyes shoot back to his face. His eyes switched to a concerned look as he just opened his arms to you, hoping you'd come to him. You glanced away for a second and cautiously took a step forward before practically tumbling into his arms. He caught you rather easily and his hug only tightened when he'd felt your shoulders bob up and down. He rubbed your back soothingly as a sob escaped your lips, it was easy to tell that you were crying even though you were desperately trying to cover it up. Part of you wondered if you could stay in this hug forever just so he wouldn't have to see your crying face.

"Talk to me."

You sniffled as you thought about what to even say to your father. You'd thought about a moment where you'd get to see him again and you always thought it'd be a hostage situation not him just randomly being home one day. "Come on y/n," Your father had pulled back from the hug as you reluctantly loosened your grip on him, though his hands were still on your shoulders. "Those bruises didn't come from nowhere, did someone hurt you? Are you being bullied? Were you jumped?" With every shake of the head a new suggestion would leave your fathers mouth and you eventually just cut him off. "I was...fighting...in school." You looked down and quickly wiped the tears from your eyes. "Fighting? Why were you being threatened-" "No! I just-" You shut your eyes tightly as you balled up your fist. "It's ok let's just calm down." Your father rubbed your shoulders to calm you from the short outburst. "Just take it from the top and tell me what happened."

You sniffled and slowly opened your eyes, your fists unbaling at the same speed. "There was...some kid at school who really gets on my nerves and he," you sighed, it was a little embarrassing to be admitting this but you know your father is the last person who would judge you. "he kept talking about you." "Me?" It'd slipped out before Ethan could catch himself but luckily you just nodded instead of clamming back up. "He kept teasing me about you not being around and he kept saying that you were some deadbeat that actually just left me alone and," you stammered out of anger as you searched around for nothing in particular. "I just couldn't take it anymore! But I couldn't say anything because it's true that you're never really here!" A frown etched its way into Ethans features as those words left your mouth, the tears that you'd wiped away had come back in full force. "So I just punched him, I didn't realize I did until he was swinging back and it just...went from there." You shrugged aggressively and tried not to blink so that more tears wouldn't come out.

"Y/n.." hearing your fathers voice saying your name so sad didn't really help you much and so the flood of tears released with a sob. "c'mere," your father pulled your shoulders in to initiate yet another hug, your head rested on him for support as you continued crying. "I'm sorry, I really am." Ethan's eyes glossed over, he had never intentionally meant to cause you this much sadness or pain. "I'm sorry that I'm never around, that I'm not here for you." His voice cracked and in turn you cried more, though now your sobs had turned silent. "I know I'm not the best father," he pulled back from the hug to look you in the eye, "but I at least want to be a good one." He nodded at the small smile that'd graced your face after he said that. "You're not a bad one.." you mumbled which caused him to chuckle, his tears spilling for a second. He wiped them away and sniffled, the two of you wore matching smiles and you put hands behind your back. "How about we go out for lunch?" Your dad suggested, "Just us two, Ethan and Y/n Hunt going out for lunch! Come on," He patted your back twice, "I'll even let you pick the place, sound good?" You nodded, content with where the heavy conversation left off. "Sounds great dad..."

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[peachy-cheeks]

We Still Have Time (week three)

week: arrival | one | two | four

word count: 2,564 words

characters: gojo satoru x afab!reader ; (minor: Mei Mei)

warnings: NSFW! entire series contains spoilers from chapter 222 and this is very... uh... smutty compared to other chapters so far

a/n: Definitely needed this one after last week's sad chapter and this week's very... interesting... chapter of JJK... certainly the lightest chapter (and currently the longest)... more of a read for my folks who are into really passionate but "slut-me-out" type hook up...

The amount of pure joy shared throughout week three was... abnormal. You nearly felt guilty for the, now rare, surge of jubilation, relief, pleasure, and serotonin.

“Hey- look alive.”

An electrifying, forceful tap on your forearm triggered your reflexes. Subconsciously, you lifted your closed fists back into a defensive position while slowly looking to lock eyes with Satoru. Unfortunately, the sight of an open palm raced towards you, blocking the view of his face. You quickly parried his sizable hand and evaded the next speedy jab. Regardless of where your head was at, your body was trained to stay alive and active.

“I’m going easy on you y’know.”

Block. Block. Slip. Jab. Push. Block.

You felt exalted in every tap, touch, and kick when sparring with him. These seconds of contact where Satoru's minimal pricks of cursed energy spread like mini electric shocks invigorated you. Sure, he had dialed his strength back, but he typically did... you’d be a sadist otherwise. You would never admit to it, but you were always grateful for this as the more considered and elegant hand-to-hand combatant. The lack of crippling blows and brute physicality made it easier to get romantically lost in fielding his contact (while teaching him a move or two.) 

“I left that open for you to hit- what’re waitin’ for?”

Admittedly, it was an off session. Your mind was still stuck on the grappling done earlier that day. It wasn’t easy coming back from having your head pressed into a pillow by the same hands sparring with you. There’s something very humbling about having to hold your own against the man who had your back so luridly arched for him earlier. What more could he possibly expect from you after having you unfold so harshly under his touch? He already won, many times over, especially in that week.

“C’mon, you’re gettin' boring!”

Your leg hiked up and extended toward Satoru’s shoulder which he blocked with ease. In a disruptive move, he lunged for your waist and tackled you to the ground. With the impact of the ground breaking you from your stupefying recollection, your legs sprung into action on a mission to wrap around his neck and right yourself up to pin him down.

Of course, your efforts were all a little too late. Satoru overpowered you through a series of simple moves, eventually landing into a position atop you, pinning your thighs apart.

“Hhu… this isn’t a move we talked about…”'

“Heh heh… guess this woke you up, hm? Done this plenty of times before..."

He leaned into you and littered your face in playfully sweet kisses, egged on by the meeting of your pelvises which were separated only by thin layers of athletic clothing. To be fair, Satoru was a bit in his head about you as well. That week he had found himself at random points occupied with recalling your touch, sparring and otherwise; soft, plush, and often sweat-dampened skin groping and pushing into his. Though you both aspired to be locked at the hip as often as possible, there were still separate duties to fulfill. So, for now, you two hedonistically appreciated the time you could share. And in moments of downtime absent your presence, he’d palm himself in hopes that he could exchange lustful memories for present focus.

Truth be told, his favorite memories from the week were him unfolding at the mercy of your touch. Moments where your hands roamed his body, tongue and lips settling for his ears and fingertips eventually focused on toying with sensitive pink buds on his chest and the head of his thick member. He couldn't stop thinking about sitting face to face, beseeched whimpers and moans of his that sank into your shoulder as he clung to you drawing closer to a climax. This memory second only to the image of you with your lips darlingly wrapped around him, controlling the pace and messiness of his orgasm. He held a slight obsession with trading vulnerability in touches; cherishing the changing tide of attitude, desire, and ease time brought back.

You both had finally found your rhythm again.

From how the week started, you'd think that the life you were living now was the life you lived before October 31st. Many, many revelations clicked as the days and nights by Satoru's side grew. Namely, that life was no longer the same, though it may be useful to emulate that old life in the easiest, most intimate times. At the least, so you both could have something a bit more recent to use later.

Reflections and memories of the tender time spent throughout the week inspired deeper contact, mutually wanting to feel the bare bits of your lover again. Your tongue swiped across Satoru's lips begging for access. He complied and loosened his grip around your thighs to wrap his hands around your torso and the back of your head in an effort to press you further into the kiss. He began to lift you into his lap and shift weight onto his haunches, your legs circling around his cut waist. Sitting fully in his lap, you broke the kiss only to rid yourself of your shirt. You figured it'd be wise to take advantage of the solitude provided by the odd hour that you and Satoru chose to "train" at.

"...It's late... think we're alone but we should try to be quiet..."

Satoru pretended to not hear your suggestion (he didn't care) as he focused on gripping and suckling your chest. His concentrated efforts in the swirl of his tongue around your nipple were rewarded by sweet, contradictory mewling. The curve of your back encouraged him to wrap his arms tighter around you, smooshing your breasts closer to his face. His hands roamed your body, shifting from your back to your hips, ribs and up to the breasts he nursed from. You rotated your hips further into his lap to feel his growing excitement and the breathy vibration of his groan fluttered against a wet, puffy, overworked bud. He gave one last lick with a quick bite, and parted from one breast to the other.

His beautiful eyes keenly tracked every muscle and response in your face; your eyelids squeezed shut in ecstasy, graceful extension in your neck as your head rolled back, cheekbones highlighted by the dim light flecking a sheen of sweat, and your supple lips parted wide with the smallest trace of saliva escaping. With the deep, rhythmic roll of your pubic bone into his (agonizingly for him, perfect for you) stiff bulge, you sighed wantonly and attempted to steer the motion of your bodies.

“Mmm… ’Toru… ahhh- fa-mm…”

The softly obscene sounds and sensation from his skilled mouth made it difficult to get your words out.

“Ah, ahh- Satoru.. l-lie back…”

Obediently trusting your direction, Satoru detached from your breasts and reclined as you straddled his hips. Beyond the distractions of his flushed cheeks set below delicate blue eyes, wildly hair, and prematurely fucked-out expression, you could sense an oddly quiet demeanor. Did he actually listen to your earlier request after all?

“You speechless...?”

You shifted your weight fully onto your, and coincidentally his, thighs, pushing your rear further against his hardness. His hand quickly pushed his hair back, other settling to grip your thigh pushing you impossibly closer.

“…Tryna focus.”

“Hmm... On..?”

“Not cumming myself…”

Half joking, half earnest plead. Satoru's honesty was met with teasingly perky laughter that you half-heartedly attempted to conceal. In turn, your laughter was met by an eye-roll and subdued chuckle. In one way he appreciated that his joke landed but he also needed to redirect the blow of your giddy body rubbing fully against his groin. There was only so much he could take, though he was interested in testing his limits.

Satoru placed his hand on your other thigh and his doe eyes back on your face. Your hips resumed a slow, doting rotation against his bulge.

“So… should I stay like this? Or should I kiss it?”

"Should probably take these off first..."

His fingers glided against the waistband of your shorts, some fingers idly latching onto the elastic to tug. Your straddle prevented him from disrobing you himself, so he settled for sliding his hand further down the front of you moving his thumb dangerously close to the clothed start of your slit. He dipped a hand flatly against the surface of your lower belly and ran two heavy fingers down your sex, taking extra care to rub against your throbbing bead of sensitivity. In reactionary lightning speed, you removed your shorts and resumed position.

His hips bucked causing you to fall forward breaking your fall hands-first across his broad chest. He began to knead the soft cheeks surrounding your, now exposed, core and felt blessed to have another prime view of your breasts. He spread you apart, fingers slipping— occasionally poking— by your soaked entrances. You moaned loudly into his mouth, teeth lightly clashing, and reached a hand between you both to release his erection. 

"Don't think I can wait longer..."

Foregoing further foreplay, you planted one last, extended kiss to his lips and shifted your weight back, sitting on his thighs. Simultaneously, you two reached to align his hardness to your opening. You pushed your hips forward while his strong hands pulled your thighs further apart and dragged you closer, impaling yourself onto his hardness.

Gasps, head tilts, and twitches almost in unison

"Ughhn... fuck..."

"Mmnn... ah..."

As you rode Satoru, his hands travelled across your body; palm applying pressure to your lower belly. You loved to see him from this angle, splayed out underneath you, blushing with a world of admiration in his eyes. You weren't really sure if the sight in front of you or the pleasure from him was making your eyes misty, but you knew that you needed to quicken the pace. The light squelch that resonated as you bounced in his lap in a more active squat made his head swim and he lifted his hips to meet yours half-way, knocking you forward again. Taking advantage of your compromised balance, Satoru looped his arms around you, pulling your body flush against his. Five fingers gripped into the roots of hair at the base of your skull and the other five dug into the cheek of your rear allowing him to control the pace and fuck into you with mind-numbing vigor. He licked into your gasping mouth before pressing your face closer to his.

"...so fuckin' tight... squeezing so much... this feel good? hm...? ...been wet like this the whole week... really can't stop fucking you..."

He practically whispered in your ear and dotted the side of your face with amorous kisses that contrasted the deep, hungry pumps from his hips. You could only whine as you felt your cunt stretch and drip around him more and more. Anticipating his climax, Satoru slowed his movements which gave you a chance to sit up again. Not wanting to part from the warmth of your torso, he followed suit, utilizing the muscles in his stomach to lift and settle into a cradling position. The intermission was a beautiful rest for air and a way to edge off your inevitable orgasms. A sloppy, smile-riddled exchange of kisses intoxicated Satoru, bringing tunnel vision to the forefront.

Laying you down on your back and folding you into a mating press, he took in the sight of you, now slightly, if not with more vulnerability, mirroring his previous position. The image of you exposed, open, and on display for his eyes only dazed him. 

"Hey— look alive..."

He chuckled under his breath, coming back from the living daydream of viewing you and to the reality of needing more of you.

"Open your mouth."

You trusted him and dropped your jaw, sticking your tongue out. His fingers rested on your tongue as he let a trail of saliva drip from his lips to the surface of your muscle.

"Suck."

You did as told, drawing in his calloused fingers and providing a moist friction that reminded Satoru to return to the most urgent task at hand. He quickly readjusted and entered you with ease, setting a domineering pace that forced you to let go of the prized fingers occupying your lips. The depth of the position allowed for a blinding pleasure that travelled throughout you, turning your limbs into powerless, pliable extensions and your words to mush. If Satoru loved anything more than you, it was how possessed you were under him.

"T-Toru... I-"

A messy kiss and drag of his cock interrupted your train of thought.

"S-so- ahh- mmph- c-close-"

His response was to move faster, arms once again securing around you for closeness and leverage. With his ear in the prime location to hear every minuscule cry he earned from you, he applied another lip-biting level of pressure and depth to your sopping warmth. This launched you over the edge and as you tried to stifle the scream in your throat, you felt your walls spasm and tighten around his shaft. In turn, this drove Satoru feral. He secured a palm firmly to your mouth and rutted into you like the world depended on it. Your glowing expression and the whites of your eyes taking over; waves of wet, muffled screams of rapture against his hand all brought him the high he sought.

"I'm g-gonna-"

"Mmph-mm!"

'Fuck.' His palm moved so that he could hear your approval, thumb resting on your bottom lip.

"I-inside m-me, 'Toru..."

Your words smothered his brain and within seconds he released warmly within you, spilling expletives bookended with your name and slowing his movements gradually. You felt his weight drop on you into a bear-hug while you both regained control of your breathing and heart rates.

"...you're like a damp, weighted blanket..."

A weak giggle, then a peck on the cheek.

"Think the damp part is mostly from you."

A head turn to give him an exhausted look, then another peck on your lips.

"Hey..."

Another, longer peck.

"Satoru..."

A deeper peck. 'Right... he's still in me...'

"'Toru... are there any towels around...?"

"You sleep well?"

Mei Mei's question curved slyly along the knowledgable smile on her lips. Satoru picked up his tea from the coffee table in front of him and turned towards his senior with an equally coy tone.

"Sure, you could say that."

"I see... and heard."

He narrowly avoided choking on his drink.

"Hm?"

"Nothing. Whatever you've been up to, keep it up. Seems like it's working in your favor..."

"Heh, yeah... will do..."

She made her way to exit the room leaving a final word.

"I only mention as a lot of the students look toward you for reassurance still. I know you're used to the pressure and don't need a reminder... keep up the calmness and confidence... it's more compelling to the group than you think."

Satoru let her sentence settle before placing his tea back on the coffee table. 

"...Hmm... a rare proverb from you? Not your style, Mei Mei, but... I appreciate it."

As if on cue, you slid the door open and entered the room.

"Ah! Mei Mei, are you on your way out?"

She addressed your question with a simple smile and giggle, sauntering past with her own message for you.

"Nice glow."

"Oh... thanks?"

[gumi-megpoidd]

Apocalypse Game (Chapter List)

Chapter Four: Unknown Iridescence

Wings of darkness take flight under the bright sunlight.

Pure white horns shine brighter even beneath the palest moon.

The clock ticks faster and faster, it's nearly the eleventh hour.

Time is running out, watch it all as it ends soon.

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Carnation, Ruin, and Dorothea, after defeating the members of The Tower, are now heading back to Carnation’s base.

"..."

"You have something to say, Ruin?" Carnation asks, noticing Ruin staring at her hesitantly.

"...yeah. What... What's going to happen next? You got me, now what?"

"Ah, that's what you want to know, I see."

"It- that's alright to ask, yes?"

"Yes yes, you're completely fine. I'm just thinking of what I can tell you right now... yes. Right, so essentially what's going to happen is that I'm mostly going to task you with more... covert missions, right? That and some combat stuff, but mostly the covert stuff. Gathering intel, monitoring, assassinations, stealing, that kinda stuff."

"That seems rather...-"

"Trivial? I should hope it is for you. If I were to attempt some of the stuff I reckon I'd fail miserably. I'm smart and strong, but laying low isn't really my strong suit sadly." Carnation shrugs and brushes it off, starting a small bounce in her step.

"...I see..."

Ruin then falls into silence, staring at the ground.

The three spend a while longer, walking majority in silence with a few interspersed conversations.

The base looms in front of them, looking impossibly big. Two massive crystalline spires seemingly stretch up to the heavens, glittering in every color of the rainbow. A minuscule door in comparison to the structure sits on a wall in between the two spires, seemingly appearing out of nowhere.

“It’s…”

“My, how lovely of a base this is! I can’t believe my eyes, how hath such a beauty passed me by all this while! I must know how you’ve managed to craft such a magnificent structure!” Dorothea cuts Ruin off, running up to the base in awe. Ruin, oppositely, stands feet planted on the ground, just staring with a wonder that hasn’t crossed his face in decades.

“Impressive, isn’t it? While I can’t give the specifics, all you need to know is that I got really lucky with my skills.”

“Truly? It seems so fantastical, however it lays right before my eyes, I have no choice but to accept it.”

“Alright, alright, simmer down. I already know you like it.” Carnation sighs, leading them up to the door. She places a solid hand on the door, and the door just sort of… dissipates. The doorway opens, gradually growing in size until it’s about twice the size of the door that was there.

As they walk inside, they’re greeted by a polished foyer, filled with various statues and painting and plants, among other things.

“Y’know, everything in this room was made or cultivated by me. I’ve had… a considerable amount of downtime, to say the least.”

Ruin looks around, his face back to its normal, gaunt state, but a sparkle in his eyes betrays his enthusiasm. Dorothea, on the other hand, runs around, inspecting everything she can, dropping compliments left and right.

“Let me show you to your rooms, then Ruin, I’ll need to talk with you alone.”

“If the master of my master so wishes, then so it shall be.”

“Alright.”

“Great! Follow me once again!”

Carnation leads the two through a few more rooms, to a separate wing with quite a few locked doors. She manifests two keys in her hands, giving one to Dorothea after showing her into her room, before leading Ruin into his.

Ruin’s room was plain, as there was not yet anyone to settle it. A plain white bed, a drawer, a desk, and a closet, all sitting silently, waiting to be used by someone.

Carnation beckoned him to sit on the bed, while she pulled the chair over from the desk. Ruin complied, hesitantly sitting down, uncertain how to feel about this conversation.

“So, Ruin.”

“…yes?”

“I will warn you specifically that being here may… cause you some grief. I ask if you to just… try to roll with it. I can’t quite elaborate yet, but I promise I’ll stop anything drastic from happening. Capiche?”

Ruin looked at Carnation confused, tentatively saying, “…ok?”

“At the very least, try not to let it interfere with your work. I need you at full efficiency, and unfortunately there’s no way around it.”

“I… see… I guess I’ll try?” Ruin agreed again, still confused.

“Alright, great. Also, you should be able to meet the other two key players in my team in just a bit, they’re out on business but should be back fairly soon!”

“Cool, I guess.” Ruin shrugged as Carnation stood up, putting the chair back at the desk.

“Toodaloo! If you have any questions just find one of the many automata around, they should be able to answer your questions! ‘Kay byeeee!” She left before Ruin could say anything else, shutting the door to the room as she did.

“There are automata here?”

[raisethestake]

Tricky Business

Gregor x GN Jedi reader

(this has been sat in my notes for a while now, so may as well put it out for anyone who fancies!)

· I started the war with the 212th. CC-5576 was a 212th Commando.

· We had one mission together before Sarrish.

· i played my harp in our downtime and the clones started listening.

· CC-5576 was taking in a lot of new names and numbers so identified us in his head by remembering things about us. During giving an order he couldn't remember my name, so shouted "Commander... 'harper'".

· it caught on with the clones too fast for me to bother correcting them.

· it became a running joke between us.

· after he died, being called Harper always reminded me of him.

· Gregor became my clone commander when he returned.

· i had been briefed on his situation, but he remembered me and straight off the bat said "Harper! It's been a while."

· he told me his story and i caught him up on the events of the war.

· it was a very effective working relationship. We have similar vibes so communication was easy, we trusted each other very quickly and after some time ending up getting on like a house on fire.

· we learnt more about each other on missions. We'd share life stories walking from point A to point B and knew our values matched up.

· our banter became a little flirty but in a teasing, jokey way. Although we both found the other incredibly attractive, it couldn't go anywhere.

· i spent the most time around him. We spent pretty much every day together because of our jobs.

· we kind of just got so comfortable around each other we didnt need boundaries.

· despite him knowing i was more capable than himself, he always had a protective streak when it came to me.

· he would check on me while i was seperated from the group and find me deep in thought. I'd voice a few of my worries before stopping myself, but he'd always coax more out. "We're a team. Whatever's on your mind I want to hear it."

· the first time, he put his arm round my shoulders and pulled me into a friendly embrace.

· the next time he pulled me into a hug from behind as he greeted me and rested his chin on my head as i talked.

· the third time, he joined me at a railing on the roof on a desert planet. He tried to coax stuff out of me and i eventually said some of my very un-jedi thoughts about having a fulfilling life.

· he matched my vibe completely. He admitted having thoughts about after the war and wondering if there was a place for him.

· he half-joked "well if we both find ourselves in a rut after the war, maybe you and I could give it a go, ey?"

· i smiled, thinking he was joking but hoping me wasn't. "Alright. Deal?" I held out my hand

· he laughed it off, waiting for me to join in.

· "i'm serious. If you want"

· he looked at me, a little thrown off guard, then took my hand and we shook on it.

· we chuckled and he put an arm around my neck and pulled me into a rough, playful hug.

· we got a much more openly affectionate undertone to our relationship after that.

· we started planning in our heads. Gregor told me his idea of becoming a cab driver to save up funds to move off world. Then we could find a forest planet and a small civilisation to settle down with. I fantasised about leaving the Jedi Order.

· thinking about having a future kept us sane, but in between those moments were the thoughts that we probably wouldn't live to see it.

· on a mission that was practically a death sentence. We were sat together the night before.

G · "i mean, i know every mission could be, but this could very well be our last night together."

H · "don't say that"

· he pulled me into his side and kissed the top of my head. I buried my head in his neck and he kissed my temple. Then i looked up at him and after a little hesistation, we finally kissed.

· after a quick exchange of looks to make sure we were on the same page, we continued to kiss.

· we spent the night doing what we'd thought about for a long time. It was fun and sensual and really, really good.

· after our first round, we were laying on the ground, my head on his chest and his arm draped over me.

H · "i love you, you know? I think i have for quite a while."

G · he sighed "yeah, me too. Tricky business."

[fharzai]

Inspired to walk more as Manannán did, Fharzai gave his body to the Mist so that he could more effectively do his work. So close to the veil, he could extend his mind, body, and spirit to their absolute limits. Meetings with the Queen and the Sitters conducted in his dreamscape, walks among Iskaran nightmares, and powerful visions from the many threads that extended throughout the realm of his Circle kept Fharzai busy, which is why he cherished the pull of Alrik's tether so much.

He didn't keep the witch waiting, always eager to lay his burdens down when he laid his head upon his tether's broad chest. Of course, for as calming as these encounters were they weren't meant for his leisure. Fharzai did well to discreetly ward off encroaching nightmares before they had time to form horrors where Alrik could see. Still, he was more present than ever in this dream, feeling tantalized by the hands that graced his side and the opportunities he found to bring Alrik a little joy and relief.

"Hm, that's a lot of time to cover. More than most. I have seen a great many things and will see plenty more, Alrik," he responds, tilting his now cold head up, silently looking at the other. Though, he supposed it was only fair to expose some of Fharzai's secrets. He remembers a day long past from when he first returned to Eterna after completing his trials. The scene unfolds, immersing the pair in the memory Fharzai weaved. From his attire, it was clear they'd been transported to the Second Age, back when Fharzai's was less skilled at hiding the curiosity sparkling in his gaze...

"Tell us Fharzai! We know you saw the Jarl's chest and plenty more because you can't help yourself. You know the answer so spill: is what they say about Iskaran men true? Do they go berserk when they fuck?" Fluster, Fharzai was absolutely flustered. The boldness of the witches shocked him but not as much as the nature of the inquiry.

"W-Well, the only reason I saw the Jarl's chest was because he refused to delay his bath to meet with me, that's all. Besides, I was far too busy to astral project and I–" With three pairs of eager eyes from his friends eager to hear about his recent mission to Iskaldrik, Fharzai didn't have to read their thoughts to know some boring account would fail to curb their pushiness. With a sigh and blush-tinted cheeks, Fharzai nervously looked off to the side while toying with a lock of his hair. "Look, Iskaran men can be stoic but passionate which can be very appealing in a ... physical sense. Maybe I could find one to entertain me in my downtime during my next visit. A man with calloused hands, a beard that smelled of a summer meadow with hair elsewhere just as lush..." Fharzai didn't have anyone specifically in mind, though his friends didn't believe him after the detail he just provided. Their continuous pestering and questions made him feel even more embarrassed to the point where he felt compelled to hide his blushing face in his hands...

Fharzai chuckles as he wipes away the now distant memory. "The Tower is more than a place for witches to learn and grow. They gather there to enjoy each other's company, trade stories, and yes, even gossip. I look forward to seeing what experiences you'll gain there." The arm wrapped around Alrik's abdomen squeezes a little tighter. They've never talked about what he or the other Iskarans would do once Fharzai clears them in Haven, but he hoped the Tower would call to him. "The majority of my memories are in the Tower. I've spent so much of my life working there that it's the closest I have to a real home."

@fharzai location: dreamscape notes: his leg isn't fucked up here :)

When Alrik closed his eyes, the druid was always there. Even without Fharzai's influence, Alrik thought he could conjure him now when he wanted to. When he needed him; lately, that had been more often than not.

There was a lightness that came in the waking hours when Alrik was liberated from his dreams, but the darkness remained, giving contrast to the scape that spread out from the hill in all directions. Clouds of pink and lavender, permeated by shallow rivets of a darker emerald and deep violet. In the distance a storm rumbled, flickers or thunder that sparked and flourished, a shadow stretched from their hill to the horizon - but it was a distant thought. One that Fharzai helped stave from Alrik's mind while he slept.

Idle, calloused fingers trailed against Fharzai's side as Alrik kept his cheek pressed to the top of the druid's head. Eyes fixed on the horizon as he ruminated over what was awaiting him in Lysara. What sort of life he'd have, and what he and Alessia would do when they were reunited. She'd spoken so often of the tower, but now when Alrik thought of his place in the world he thought of so many things; The Old Woman in the Mountains, the Legion of the Dead, and the Tower of Olympia. It wasn't possible to have everything, but now and again obscurity had its own appeal too.

Would that he could just dream forever.

"Will you show me something?" Alrik's head tilted from the horizon toward the man on his chest, unbroken legs stretched in front of him as the pain he felt in the waking world was a thing of the past. There was such an odd symmetry between not knowing the man at all, and feeling as though he had always known him. Fate was fickle in its machinations and, this feeling wasn't enough, he found he wanted to know him for real. All of him. "Anything, your past, your present - what you want for your future." Alrik thought briefly of his own story, "I'll share after."

[bestofbucky]

Eavesdrop

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 5.1k

Warnings: none really, enemies to ?

A/N: This is my first time posting something I have written. I hope you enjoy it! Thank you so much @tuiccim for your help, couldn’t have done it without you.

Being an Avenger is tough. Of course, there are the obvious missions and kicking ass that are exhausting, especially because you don’t have any sort of enhancements or powers. You are just a regular human being, fighting with and against some not so regular human beings. Naturally when you have downtime, you spend it doing things with the least amount of effort. Watching Netflix, listening to music, taking baths, etc, meaning that your social life outside of the compound was, to put it simply, non-existent.

You had just returned from the worst date of your life, well, one of the top five worst dates of your life. Over the past couple of months Steve and Natasha had grown tired of you whining about being single but not making any effort to change it and began sending you on blind dates. Somehow, they managed five different times to find five completely awful people. This time they had set you up with Arthur, a recruit for SHIELD and a good one at that. You wouldn’t be surprised to see him on the elite squad soon, but when it came to your date, he was really blunt and inappropriate, and you had cringed your way through the entire thing.

Once you got back to the compound, you first went to your room to get changed into gym clothes for training with Nat, then headed to her room. On your way you passed one of the common rooms and heard two voices. One familiar but one you didn’t recognise, you decided to check it out and found Steve and another man.

Steve called your name inviting you over to them as they both stood up. ‘This is Bucky. He’s moving in today to begin training.’ Steve explains. You nod and smile at Bucky, remembering Steve told you about him and that he would be living here and eventually joining the team.

You have to stop yourself from gasping out loud at the sight of him. He is a 6 ft something hunk of muscle and beauty and you can’t stop yourself from trying to take him all in with your eyes.

Steve then introduces you to Bucky who looks in your eyes for all of two seconds to say, ‘hi’ before looking down at his feet. He is probably really nervous. Even from that two second glance, you could tell he had one hell of a past. They had you hooked already, you wanted to stare into those eyes and let them tell you the stories of the lifetime they had seen.

‘You were just in Wakanda right? How was it? I have only ever seen it in pictures but I really want to go.’ You let your excitement show, hoping to relax him a bit.

‘Yeah, it was nice. I was frozen for most of it though’ Shit, he curses himself. He didn’t mean to come across so rude but he was really nervous, you are really pretty and it is messing with his head a little. It doesn’t help that he has had to meet a lot of different people today and he is all socialised out. He sees your face fall slightly before you quickly compose yourself, any normal person would have missed it but he has his past of being a trained assassin.

‘Well, Nat is probably waiting for me, she told me she would show me some new moves today.’ You say realising that Bucky had probably been under a lot of stress lately and most likely just wanted to be alone, or with Steve rather than chatting to you, a stranger. At least you hoped this was the reason and it wasn’t that he already disliked you. Saying goodbye to the two of them you head off to Natasha’s room.

Not even bothering to knock, you walk into her room leaving the door open behind you, since you’ll be heading down to the gym soon anyway. Natasha is sitting on the end of the bed braiding her hair. ‘You almost ready?’ You ask.

‘Yeah, just got to finish my hair then put my shoes on.’ She tells you so you take a seat on her bed while you wait.

Meanwhile, Bucky told Steve that he wanted to go get his room sorted. Really it was just an excuse to be alone for a little while. On the way there he walked past a room with the door open and heard two voices talking, recognising them to be you and Natasha. He was just about to carry on walking to his room when he heard Natasha ask, ‘did you meet him yet?’

Bucky assumed she was talking about him and wanted to hear what you had to say. He hoped you would be understanding of his reticence after his taxing morning. 

‘Yeah, I met him today.’ You sigh and roll your eyes.

‘That bad?’ Nat asks, raising her eyebrows with a slight smirk on her face.

‘Yes, I tried to be as friendly as I could but he seemed like a jerk.’ You huff.

‘How so?’

‘He was so blunt he just came across really rude. I had high expectations, especially after hearing Steve say so many nice things about him.’

‘Maybe he was just having a bad day?’ She attempts a defence. 

‘Bad day or not, he should have the courtesy to smile and be polite even if it is fake.’

Bucky was so hurt to hear this. Yes, he wasn’t the nicest to you but your reaction seemed a bit dramatic. He didn’t want to hear you say any more so he rushed off to his room.

‘So, I guess you aren’t going to go on a second date with him then?’ Nat asks.

‘No, I really appreciate you and Steve trying to set me up but seeing as this is the 5th time and none of them were any good, I think I’ll go back to my old methods.’ You smile at her.

‘What, never putting yourself out there and waiting for the right person to just fall into your lap?’ Nat teases and you both laugh when you nod. She finishes tying her shoelaces and you head off to the gym.

The next day you were leading a meeting of recruits who have the potential to be moved up into the squad that worked with the Avengers. The elite squad. Unfortunately for you, Arthur was in the group of recruits and was probably the next one to be promoted.  You finally dismissed everyone and started getting your stuff together to leave as well when Arthur came up to you.

‘What’s the word on who is moving up next, dove?’ You look up in shock, surely, he didn’t just call you dove.

‘Excuse me?’ You look him dead in the eye.

‘I said what’s the word on who is moving up next? I think you might need to get your hearing checked.’ He laughs at his own joke so you fake laugh with him.

‘That’s confidential., we’ll let everyone know when we have made the decision.’ You say and go to walk past him but he grabs your arm.

‘Does someone need a little convincing. If it’s you, then I can think of some ways.’ He whispers seductively in your ear. You pull your arm out of his grasp and frown at him.

‘I’m only joking, dove, come on, you can’t even take a joke?’ He laughs again.

You put on your best fake smile and your customer service voice. ‘There will be no convincing necessary. You are a good agent but you also have good competition. We will inform you all of our decision when it is made.’ You say and quickly turn and walk out the door before he can say anything else. When you get into the lift you ask FRIDAY where Steve is.

‘Common room A, Agent Y/L/N’. You make your way there as quick as possible. Heading around the corner, you slam into a solid object. You hiss at the contact on your fresh bruises, a frown appearing on your face. As soon as you look up to see what or who you bumped into, the frown quickly fades into a smile when you see its Bucky. He is already looking at you.

‘Sorry I should have been watching where I was going.’ He mumbles quickly.

‘No, it’s just as much my fault as yours. I shouldn’t have been in such a hurry.’ You apologise to him. As much as you would love to stay and chat  with  Bucky, you need to get to Steve to explain what just happened with Arthur and hopefully you can get him kicked off the team.

Bucky had left his room to try and find someone to help him figure out a few things with FRIDAY but as soon as he bumped into you that completely left his mind. You were all that filled his mind ever since he met you. He stood in the hallway for a while before realising he should ask you to help. Maybe this would be a good excuse to make up for his poor first impression. He heads in the direction you went but stops short when he hears your voice.

‘I think he bruised me. The dick.’ You say and Steve frowns at you ‘Come on, Steve. I’m  allowed to be angry. He has been nothing but a jerk to me,’ you explain and shift to get more comfortable.

‘What did you say to him when he did this?’ Steve asks, holding your arm and examining the newly formed bruises in the shapes of fingers.

‘I put on my best fake smile and pretended like everything was ok,’  You joke and Steve laughs, ‘as much as I hate the guy, I don’t have the confidence to actually show it.’ You sigh and Steve pulls your sleeve back down and leans back into the sofa. ‘Is there any way we can kick him off the team?’ You exaggerate batting your eyelashes at him.

‘He isn’t even on the team yet and you already want to kick him off?’ Steve questions.

‘Yes! I really don’t like him. I know he is your friend but I trust him about as far as I can throw him’ You explain and Steve nods.

Bucky had heard enough. He can’t believe you could be so horrible. You had the sweetest exterior and, from first impressions, you didn’t look like you could hurt a fly. But as he heard you say, you clearly put on a fake act to come across as polite and kind when really you are rude deep down. He didn’t mean to eavesdrop on you. Twice now. But he is so glad he did, because now he knows not to waste his energy on you. He knows what you think of him and he has formed his opinion of you. He hurries back to his room.

‘He’s not my friend Y/N, I only said that to you to make you go on the date with an open mind. I’ve only ever had one conversation with the guy,’ Steve jokes and you playfully push his arm, ‘All jokes aside, his behaviour breaks a lot of conduct rules and is a good enough reason to have him knocked down a few squads.’ Steve replies and you sigh with relief. You hug Steve and thank him for his help, he’s taken slightly off guard but hugs you back before you go your separate ways.

 A few weeks later, you walk into the kitchen to find the whole team eating their breakfast. Sam is cooking and when he sees you, he makes a plate and hands it to you.

‘Thank you Sam.’ You hug him and take the plate, turning around at the sound of Bucky’s scoff. You haven’t had a conversation with Bucky since you bumped into each other in the hallway. You had tried to but he either completely ignored you or just rolled his eyes and left the room.

At first it hurt, you wondered if you had done something wrong. The team seemed just as confused by it as you. Bucky didn’t have a problem with anyone else. That wasn’t to say he was extremely friendly with them, he wasn’t there yet and nobody blamed him but he could hold conversation with the others. He even laughed at their jokes. You were starting to get fed up with it so after breakfast you headed to Bucky’s room to talk to him. You knocked on the door and it wasn’t long until he answered it. As soon as he saw you his face fell visibly.

‘Can we talk?’ You asked hoping he would let you into his room. He paused to consider it then stepped out of his room, closing the door behind him. He stood there with his arms crossed and waited for you to talk.

‘Is there something I did wrong?’ You ask him and he keeps a blank face.

‘Why do you care?’ He asks still arms crossed over his body.

‘I care because you are always scoffing or rolling your eyes at me whenever I try to talk to you.’

‘I’m not scoffing or rolling my eyes now.’ He points out.

‘No but you’re not exactly being very friendly.’

‘Would you prefer for me to fake it then? Just put on a smile and pretend to like you?’ He jabs. You take a moment to process what he just said. You didn’t realise he could be so mean.

‘No Bucky I would prefer for you to maybe make an effort to get to know me before making a judgement.’ You scowl at him.

‘I have a perfectly fine judgement of you. I am not going to fall for your fake smiles and fake friendships.’ Bucky snarls and walks back into his room closing his door in your face. You are left to stand there in shock.

On the other side of the door Bucky is leaning there conflicted. The shock on your face looked so genuine. No, he has to remember it is all an act with you.

From that day on you decided you weren’t going to make an effort with him. It wasn’t the most mature decision but you were tired. What used to be eye rolls and scoffs, now turned into snarky comments and you were no longer afraid to throw them right back at him.

Steve had tried a few times to talk to you about it but, when he couldn’t tell you why Bucky hated you, he realised there was nothing he could do to change how either of you felt about the other. What he could do was change up your schedules so the two of you were rarely ever in the same room together.

Unfortunately, instead of the arguments happening quite calmly but consistently over the course of the whole day. They were now much shorter, confined to just mealtimes, and much more heated and intense. None of the team knew which was worse.

You were sparring in the gym with Natasha trying to work off some steam from this morning’s argument with Bucky.

‘Your moves are sloppy, get whatever is making you emotional out of your head.’ She grunts at you but this only forces you further into your head.

You go hard at her, but she blocks every move so you go to defence. She smirks at you, ‘Has a certain super soldier got into your head?’

That causes a surge of anger to hit you and again you go hard at Natasha, but your anger only allows her to catch you off balance and you are pinned to the mat in a matter of seconds.

‘So it is Barnes.’ She  pulls you up and you brush yourself off before getting back into a fighting stance.

‘I don’t want to talk about it.’ You grunt at her and start your attack. Your moves are still predictable and anger clouds your mind. You feel yourself getting more and more worked up with every hit she blocks.

You retreat to take a breather, you hear the door open and you glance over, the man of the hour has just entered and you roll your eyes but continue to spar with Natasha.

Out the corner of your eye, you see him make his way over to you both, watching as you take a lot of hits from her and barely manage to land any of your own.

‘I have seen toddlers fight better than you Y/N.’ You hear him chuckle.

‘I don’t need your opinion.’ You grunt, still trying to keep your focus on Natasha.

‘Fight like that on the field and you’ll be dead in two seconds.’

‘Keep talking and you’ll wish you were dead.’

He laughs ‘Is that a threat?’ You ignore him and continue sparring. ‘Your punches are so weak, how did you become an Avenger again?’ He is still smiling knowing exactly which buttons to push.

You stop and make your way over to him. ‘I became an Avenger because of my talent and my strength, that I worked hard to earn.’ You are right up in his face, almost chest to chest. You are breathing hard, partly from the exercise but mostly because of how riled up you are. You notice he is breathing hard as well, his breath fanning across your face.

Your mind can’t help but drift, is this what he would look like in bed, his chest rising and falling faster than normal. Small beads of sweat gathered at his hairline from his recent run. You suddenly realise how close the two of you are and force the inappropriate thoughts from your mind. You hate how seeing him so riled up is actually a huge turn on. How could you let yourself be attracted to such an asshole?

‘You wouldn’t stand a chance against me.’ His voice drops so low that in a different circumstance you would have happily dropped your panties.

‘You’re right. I wouldn’t stand a chance against you and your metal arm that you were given. Or you and the super soldier serum that you were given.’ You know they are cheap shots but you just couldn’t help how absolutely fuming he makes you. He had managed to get under your skin and the thought of him being successful only made you angrier.

He leans down even more, your noses almost touching ‘I don’t know how everyone else can’t see through your little nice act. You pretend to be so kind on the outside but deep down you’re a bitch.’ Ouch. You deserved that one for what you said to him but it didn’t make it hurt any less. Especially because if you were hooked up to a lie detector and asked to say those things again, it would flash up as a blatant lie. However, looking into his eyes there was not an ounce of regret for what he said.

Bucky knew he shouldn’t have said what he did, but you had hit a nerve and it was the only thing he could think to say back. He saw the hurt flash across your eyes but it was too late to take it back now. The only thing he could do was exit the situation before it got any worse. He turned on his heels and left the room, leaving you standing there in complete shock at your exchange. 

Natasha calls your name but you quickly leave for your room before anyone can see you like this.

The team was split all across the base. This wasn’t how you would usually handle missions but as soon as you arrived the mission started to go sideways.

‘Target headed towards the west elevator. Anyone nearby copy?’ You hear Steve’s voice through comms.

‘I'm on it.’ You say back, your comms crackling more than usual.

‘Copy that.’ Bucky said, his comms crackling from the two of you talking at the same time.

The rest of the team had heard both of your voices but neither of you had heard the other. So it was a big shock when you were waiting for the elevator and you heard his voice behind you.

‘You have got to be kidding me.’ He sighs and slowly walks up to you to wait for the elevator as well. ‘Did you not hear me say I got it?’ He snaps at you.

‘No because I was the one that said I’m on it.’ You snap back and thankfully the elevator dings it’s arrival. Normally in creepy Hydra bases you would avoid elevators but seeing as there was no stairwell nearby, this was the only option.

‘Age before beauty.’ You say to him, gesturing to the elevator.

‘Very funny’ he says sarcastically before stepping inside. You follow after him and press the only floor button available.

Silence permeates the small space as you prepare for what’s to happen once the doors open. Instead, the elevator jerks to a stop.

‘No.’ You panic and start pressing the floor button over and over. ‘No no no no no.’ Nothing is working.

‘Let me try.’ Bucky says pushing you out of the way, you so badly want to say something but the only thing you can focus on is the fact you might be trapped. Bucky taps the button and looks around for anything else to press but there is nothing. You can feel yourself start to get light headed as claustrophobia takes hold and the thought of falling to your death in this metal box takes over your thoughts. You shrink down onto the floor and hold your head in your hands.

‘Do you always have to be so dramatic?’ Bucky huffs. You don’t answer him, the only thing you can think about is the pain starting in your chest and your breathing getting heavier. 

‘Stop breathing so fast. You are going to make yourself pass out.’ Bucky grunts but when you don’t reply or make any effort to slow your breathing he gets worried. He kneels down in front of you ‘Hey? Doll? Can you hear me?’ You can’t answer him, you just feel the impending doom and the immense pressure on your chest. ‘I’m going to move your hands.’ He announces then you feel him take your hands and pull them away from your face. You look at him, tears in your eyes, a look of pure fear across your face. ‘Breathe with me, doll. Can you do that?’ He asks and you manage to nod. He speeds his breathing up to your pace then gradually slows it, you follow him as best as you can and eventually you get your breathing back to normal, with the occasional hiccup or sharp intake.

Once he sees you are ok, he lets go of your hands and sits on the floor as far away as he can. You both continue to sit in silence.

‘Thank you.’ You eventually manage to whisper, he nods without meeting your eye.

You can’t help but feel disappointed, you just got to see a caring side of Bucky and it felt amazing to be on the receiving end of it, but now you are back to him not giving a shit about you. You go back and forth wondering whether it is the right time to bring up the issues between you two. If not now, when?

‘Why do you hate me so much?’ He looks across at you and sighs before he answers.

‘I don’t hate you.’

‘Yes you do. It seems like you go out of your way to make me miserable.’ You push, making him lean his head back on the wall behind him.

‘I don’t hate you. I just don’t like how you formed opinions about me so early on. You wanted me off the team before I even got cleared to be on the team.’ Bucky explains. You stare at him in confusion.

‘How do you know what opinions I formed of you? I may have wanted you off the team but it was only because you were mean and that was after you were cleared.’ You could feel yourself starting to get angry.

‘Then how come I overheard you talking about the first time we met to Nat, you said I was blunt and rude. Then after I accidentally bumped into you, you told Steve you wanted me off the team.’ Bucky says agitatedly.

‘I never-‘ you think back to any conversations you had with Nat and Steve about Bucky. The only ones that came to mind were asking them if they knew why Bucky didn’t like you. Then it hits you, he had overheard you talking to Steve and Nat about Arthur. You sighed.

‘Let me guess, you overheard me and Nat talking not long after we first met. We were in Nat’s room getting ready to go train?’ You ask and he nods.

‘Then the conversation you overheard with Steve was straight after we bumped into each other. We were in the common room?’ Bucky looks confused but nods again.

‘You are such a prick. You eavesdrop but don’t even listen long enough to hear who we were talking about.’ You can’t help but chuckle at the situation, even though it’s not particularly funny.

‘What?’ Bucky looks more confused than ever.

‘Well, if you had listened properly to the whole conversation you would know I was talking about that asshat agent, Arthur.’ That came out more blunt than you intended.

‘The recruit that got bumped down a few squads even though he is really good?’

‘Yep. That’s the one’

‘I don’t understand.’

‘Before you came Steve and Nat had been setting me up on blind dates with people. Arthur was the fifth one, I really didn’t want to go so Steve convinced me by saying they were friends and all this nice stuff about him.’ You pause to take a deep breath. ‘The day we met, I had just come from the date with him and it was awful. That's what me and Nat were talking about. Then when we bumped into each other in the hallway, I had just come from a meeting with the recruits. Arthur had been inappropriate and he hurt my arm, I was rushing to Steve to tell him and ask if he can be kicked off the team.’ You finally manage to say and Bucky just looks at you. You can see the cogs turning in his head as he is finally getting context to the snippets of conversation he overheard.

‘Shit. I am so sorry. I am such an idiot.’ He scolds himself and you can’t help but feel bad for him.

‘I am not going to disagree with you, but we have both said and done some pretty nasty stuff. I am sorry for any hurt I caused you.’  You say sincerely and he looks over to you and smiles.

‘So you didn’t think I was rude when we first met?’ He still holds your eye contact and you take a moment to look at him. You have never seen him look so vulnerable before, he almost looked scared.

‘No, Bucky, I thought you were probably nervous or tired from meeting loads of new people.’ You explain and his shoulders fall.

‘I feel like such a jerk.’ He sighs and you scoot yourself closer to him so he has to look at you.

‘I’m not all that innocent in this either. It was a misunderstanding. I am just glad we have cleared it up now.’ You say meaning it and he smiles earnestly back at you. It is something you have never experienced first-hand. You have seen him give those gorgeous, slightly lopsided, smiles to other people but seeing one directed at you causes a rush of heat to your cheeks and you find yourself blushing.

Bucky must have been thinking along the same lines ‘You’re cute when you blush. I have never seen this side of you before.’ He brushes some hair out of your face and behind your ear. ‘You know, part of the reason I was so nervous when I first met you was because I was taken off guard by how beautiful you are.’ His cheeks flush slightly at his confession.

Before you can say anything the elevator jerks again and starts moving, you and Bucky are quick on your feet, preparing yourself for the doors to open.

When they finally do you are met with a group of Hydra agents ready to attack. You and Bucky work in tandem, playing off each other’s strengths. When the Hydra agents realize this, they work to separate you. The majority of them are on Bucky but you are fighting four at once. You are onto the last one when he raises his gun to shoot but you force his arm down. Not quick enough, it fires and clips your calf causing you to cry out from the pain 

It is not as bad as actually being shot in the leg but it still hurts like hell and you can’t put pressure on it. The room is pretty silent apart from footsteps you recognise to be Bucky approaching. You move quickly and uppercut the guy in the nose. The crack echoes throughout the room as the guy falls to the floor at your feet.

You turn to Bucky, his mouth agape and eyebrows raised in shock. ‘That was hot.’ He announces finally, making you laugh, you go to take a step towards him but realise too late that your injured leg won’t hold your weight. You would have fallen to the floor if Bucky hadn’t rushed to catch you.

‘Thanks.’ You chuckle, your faces are extremely close. Your eyes completely entranced in his. Your whole body warms at the safe feeling of being in his arms. You start to wonder what it would be like to fall asleep in these arms, to wake up the next morning still wrapped up in them. Protected.

You force yourself back to reality by clearing your throat. ‘We should probably get back to the team.’ You say and he nods. He puts his arm around your waist and you put yours over his shoulders to use him as a crutch.

The ride back up in the elevator goes smoothly this time and before you know it you are hobbling up to the quinjet where the rest of the team awaits. Natasha and Steve are both looking back and forth from you to Bucky in confusion.

‘What the hell happened?’ Steve asks not trying to hide how baffled he is that you and Bucky are holding onto each other and not arguing. Natasha simply smirks. Bucky helps you into a seat then sits opposite you with a wink as you smile at him.

‘No, this is too weird. Please argue, bicker, roll your eyes. Anything.’ Sam begs Bucky who doesn’t break his eye contact with you. Bucky simply laughs knowing his behaviour is unsettling Sam and enjoying the newfound comradery with you.

[sameheart-sameblood]

Live While We’re Alive

(gif by @rex-is-best)

pairing: commander wolffe x f!reader

summary: you thought being a newly recruited civilian doctor to the GAR was hard enough until you developed a hopeless crush on Commander Wolffe

words: 2.8 k

warnings: mature, some suggestive talk, mutual pining, medical exams, co-workers to lovers, a doctor having inappropriate thoughts about their patient 

a/n: I started writing this awhile ago and then lost all creative motivation but I've been in a Wolffe mood the past few days and sad we didn't get to see him in The Bad Batch so here we are. I'd like to apologize to my doctor dad and all medical professionals everywhere lol. Also, I had intended for this to end in smut but then got lost in feelings so there mayyyy be a chapter 2. We'll see ;)

read on ao3!

You want to fuck him. It’s been decided. This realization couldn’t have come at a worse time, though. You’re surrounded by Jedi and Clone Officers in a very important meeting detailing your next mission. But you only have eyes for one of the men and he’s currently standing at the head of the room giving a briefing to the holo of Master Yoda. It’s a testament to Commander Wolffe’s presence that you barely notice the little green Jedi Master he’s conversing with. Well, his presence and his extreme handsomeness.

When you’d first met him, you’d been truly intimidated. The other women you worked with nodded in understanding, whispering they had been thrown off by his cybernetic eye and prominent scar. But that wasn’t it. You’d noticed those things, but that wasn’t what made you uneasy.

It was the fact that he took one look at you and seemed to see right into your soul. You couldn’t explain it but you felt like with just a glance, he could tell your deepest insecurities. And stars, did you have a lot of those.

You had worked your way up through the medical field and had started your residency at the biggest hospital in Coruscant. After your training ended, you had secured a permanent job there. It had been difficult, to say the least. Though you knew you were qualified, even more so than most of your male co-workers, you still doubted yourself often.

Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi had come to visit you one nondescript Thursday afternoon, telling you of the need for doctors in the GAR. He said you came most highly recommended when he was searching for recruits but still, you thought a mistake had been made and that someone soon would realize and send you back to your normal life. It was a recurring nightmare you’d developed in the past few weeks that shook you from your sleep.

You had agreed to join the GAR, sympathetic to the cause and wanting to do your part. The next few weeks had consisted of you getting your bearings and meeting the rest of the staff at the base . Kix, the clone medic in charge, had helped you learn the ropes and had introduced you to all his brothers. At first, you had been overwhelmed by the sea of identical faces. As the weeks had gone on, you’d learned everyone’s names and they’d made you feel welcome, like one of their own.

The Commander and you had crossed paths several times. He was polite but distant. Not like you blamed him. He had more important things to do than exchange drawn out pleasantries. With each run-in, though, he seemed to be making more of an effort to be personable. Unfortunately, each conversation left you looking more and more like an idiot. Or a di’kut. The boys had been teaching you some Mando’a.

You were a medical professional, a well-respected doctor and yet Wolffe made you feel unsure of yourself. It had been so long since you’d had a crush that you didn’t realize this was what the beginning of one felt like.

*******

As you sit around the war room table, you feel even more like a school girl. Instead of paying attention to whatever Master Yoda is saying, you’re transfixed by Wolffe’s face. The hazy blue light from the holo reflects off his features, making him look ethereal. His scar looks even more prominent and you blush, remembering how often you’ve wondered what it would feel like to let your fingers trace it.   And his lips. They’re moving, responding to whatever the Jedi has said. They’re mesmerizing and now you’re thinking of what it would be like to kiss him. Or even better yet, to have those lips pressed against the plushier parts of your body.

You continue to stare until you realize his face has turned to you. It probably only takes you a second to come back to reality but it feels like an eternity. Somehow you’re able to respond to the question.

“Yes, Commander. All medical personnel are prepared for an 0800 liftoff. Kix will take his team with the 501st and I’ll have my staff along with the 104th. We’ll reconnoiter once we’ve landed on Hisseen.” The rest of the table nods, moving the conversation along. Wolffe stares at you for a moment, a hint of a smirk on his lips. You avert your gaze, finding the table a much safer object of your attention.

The discussion wraps up and Wolffe stands at attention, puffing his chest out, before Master Yoda disappears. Once again, your eyes are drawn to him. You’re not sure how but he makes something so mundane look indescribably attractive. Wolffe’s head turns in your direction but you’ve already bolted from your seat, hoping to cool down in the hallway.

Kix pushes through the crowd to get to you. “Hey, Doc. How’d the meeting go?” You shrug. “Nothing new to report. Just making sure we’re all set for our campaign.” He’s shifting back and forth, a sort of glazed look in his eyes. You realize he’s not paying particularly close attention. It’s the look of someone asking you something just so they can request a favor in return.

“Hmm oh yeah, that’s nice. Say, Doc, do you think you could cover for me for a few hours? I have some urgent business to attend to.”

“Since when is playing Sabacc with Fives and the boys urgent?”

“Since I remembered how terrible they are at it. I can make a real killing playing against them.”

You laugh. It’s true. You’ve come to love those men but a lot of them are really horrible at the game. You’ll need to give them a remedial course if you have any downtime on Hisseen. “Of course. What do you need me to do?” He rewards you with a huge grin. “Nothing hard! A few higher ups coming in for their physicals. Just the usual. Make sure they’re in tip top shape to get shot at by some tinnies.”

He gives you the list. It’s only a handful of men but the last one on it makes your blood go cold. “Commander Wolffe needs a physical?” Kix is oblivious to your inner turmoil. “Oh yeah, but he knows the drill. Honestly everyone can do it themselves at this point. We’re basically there to oversee it as a formality.”

You swallow down your apprehension and nod. “Sounds easy enough. Go have fun. And take it easy on them, will ya? Let them keep a little of their dignity intact” Kix just grins and shoots you a wave as he runs off.

*******

Your first few appointments go just fine. The officers are professionals and Kix was right, they could do these routine physicals with their eyes closed. You give them all your seal of approval and settle in to do your paperwork before your last, most anticipated patient arrives. The forms in front of you hold no interest and you find yourself checking the chrono every few seconds.

It’s not easy but you manage to finish your work. You set it aside and take steadying breath. Five more minutes and he’ll be here. You scold yourself. The Commander has never been anything but professional. You’re the one thinking these very unprofessional thoughts.

And you’re a doctor, for kriff’s sake. Your patients should be able to come to you without worrying you may be fantasizing about what they look like naked. But these are uncharted waters. It’s your first time having to deal with a patient you’re this attracted to. They really should take your medical license away.

Just as you’re thinking of packing it all up and handing in your resignation to the Jedi Council, a knock at the door snaps you to attention. Well, here goes nothing. You scold yourself once again for checking your reflection in the mirror before answering the door.

You had tried to adopt a passive, professional look to your face before greeting Wolffe but it must not have worked. “Everything alright, Doc? I’m not early, am I?” You shake your head.“Not at all. Punctual as always, Commander.” You beckon for him to come in and take a seat. You close the door, then sit across from him at your desk.

Your datapad hums to life and you busy yourself opening the appropriate forms you need to fill out. The weight of his eyes is heavy on you and your cheeks heat up in spite of yourself. You push on through as best you can.

“Well, Commander, how are you feeling today?” There’s that ghost of a smirk again but it vanishes so quickly you're not sure if you imagined it. “I feel like a million credits.” You giggle despite it not even being that funny. You’ve got it bad. “Glad to hear it. This should be quick then.” You gather your equipment and get to work.

First, you take his weight. Then, you listen to his heart. You press the stethoscope to his sternum, thankful you can do this over his blacks. He observes you the whole time. “And what about you? How are you today, Doc?” You risk a glance and meet his eyes. That was a mistake.

“Me? Oh-um just fine. Maybe not like a million credits but a few hundred at least.” You trail off dumbly but he humors you with a chuckle. You’re not sure you’ve ever heard that sound from him before. It’s like music to your ears. “Anything I can do to help? You do look a little flushed. Are you sure you don’t have a fever?” You avert your eyes again.

“No. I’m alright. It’s just, uh, hot in these uniforms. The coarseweave doesn’t breathe.”

“You sure? Maybe I should be the one giving you a check-up.”

You realize he’s toying with you now.

“That won’t be necessary, Commander.”

You move on to check his lungs. “Breathe in for me.” You move the stethoscope to his chest, then move it around a few different spots on his back. “You can call me, Wolffe. If you’d like.” He breathes in every time, not even needing prompting, ever the dutiful soldier, even when he’s teasing you.

“I would like that. Thank you, Wolffe.”

Next, you measure his blood pressure. You’re shocked that it’s so low. He sees the look of surprise on your face. “Something wrong?”

“Not at all. The opposite, in fact. Your pressures are great. I just thought with your lifestyle they might, understandably, be a bit higher.”

“What kind of lifestyle do you think I have?”

You’re backtracking as quickly as you can. “I just meant, your life as a soldier, it must be extremely stressful.”

There’s that smirk again. “It is. But you don’t get to be a Commander by not being able to handle the pressure.”

“Of course. But even so, if you’d like some stress relief techniques I can suggest some.” He hums as if really thinking it over. Thankfully there’s only one part of your exam left. Which is good because you’re not sure how much resolve you have remaining.

“Everything looks great. I’ll just do a head and neck exam and then I can send you on your way.”

You need to touch him for this part but you stop yourself, hands hovering but not quite meeting their destination. You feel like once you touch him, really feel his skin under your fingers, there may be no going back.

Wolffe sees your hesitation, then slowly reaches out to take your hands. You watch with wide eyes as he guides them to his neck. He looks up at you innocently enough but you can tell he’s laughing internally. You try to reign in control of the situation.

“Sorry, I just got distracted.” The Commander studies you but this time it’s in earnest. “Are you nervous? This’ll be your first time in an active war zone, right?” You had been anxious but not about that. But now that he mentions it, yeah, you honestly don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into.

“Yes, I’m not sure what to expect. I guess you could say I’m a little scared.” Wolffe gently holds your chin, directing you to look back at him. “I won’t lie. It’ll be overwhelming and frightening. Battles can seem never-ending. But I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.”

You’re staring into each other’s eyes and you don’t want to stop. But then he’s clearing his throat and gently removing his hand from your skin. You realize you’ve been resting your own hands on his shoulders this whole time. “Thank you, Wolffe. I do feel much better knowing you’ll be there.” You offer him a smile, hoping it conveys just how much you appreciate him looking out for you.

You begin your exam, gently kneading where his neck meets his shoulders, checking for any anomalies. Then you move to his throat. The throat you’ve so often been distracted by. It’s featured prominently in your daydreams. You move your hands along it, under his jawline. Having a man this powerful baring one of the most vulnerable parts of his body to you is intoxicating. Focus, di’kut.

Everything feels normal except for some knots you find resting right below the surface of his smooth skin. “Lymph nodes feel good. You’re a little tense, though. But I bet it’s from that bucket you have to wear most of the day.” He hums in thought. “True. But even so. Maybe you could give me some of those ideas for stress management?” He looks up at you with big eyes. There’s mischief in them but something else. Vulnerability?

You gulp audibly. “Of course. There are a few that work particularly well, um, like deep breathing techniques, going on walks, talking with friends, meditation, journaling, physical activity…” You’re rambling, fighting a losing game against your resolve. Wolffe thinks on it. “Physical activity seems like a good place to start.” His hands come up to gently cover yours that are still resting on his neck.

The sensation of his calloused fingers on your skin sends shivers down your body. You close your eyes, feeling the last of your self-control topple over. “Wolffe,” you whine “We shouldn’t���” He immediately drops his hands, worry etched on his face. “I’m so sorry. It’s just- I thought you wanted-.” He cuts himself off, snapping up to his feet and to attention. “Doctor, you should report me to General Plo Koon for immediate disciplinary action.”

Dank Farrik, you’ve just ruined everything.“Wolffe! No, I’m not reporting you to anyone. If anything you should report me for being so unprofessional.” His shoulders relax a bit but he still eyes you as if you’re a live grenade that might explode at any second. “What do you mean?” You sigh in frustration. This isn’t how you wanted to confess your feelings to him.

“I…want you, Wolffe. The second I realized that I should have asked to be re-assigned to a different battalion. Instead I thought I could push those feelings down and continue to do my job. Looks like that was a mistake.” You hang your head, avoiding his piercing gaze. He’s silent for just a moment but it feels like an eternity.

“So, you want me and I want you?” You nod your head, ashamed, as he continues. “Then what’s the problem, Doc?” Your eyes snap to his, not believing what you’re hearing.

“Isn’t it wrong of us?”

Wolffe sits down on the exam table again, genuinely thinking on it. “I don’t see why. We’re both consenting adults. We don’t work directly with each other- I report to General Koon, you report to General Kenobi- so there’s no real conflict of interest. The worst we’ll face is a little ribbing from the boys if they find out.”

You raise your head to look him in the eyes, needing to make sure he’s serious and that this isn’t some twisted joke. What you find staring back at you is hope and promise. He senses your trepidation and gently takes your hands in his. “I’m sorry if I came on strong. But the thing about this life is that there are no guarantees. Tomorrow isn’t promised and so I figured I’d rather go for something, someone, that I want and have my heart broken rather than regretting my inaction.”

Your eyes roam the scars on his face, evidence of just how true his words are. You’re heading into active battle tomorrow. One or both of you could be injured, or worse. You step towards him. He spreads his legs so you have room to get closer. You rest your forehead on his, breathing him in.

His hands come up to caress your sides. You take a shaky breath. He questions you softly. “Cyar’ika?” Ah, now that’s one of the new words you definitely remember. His vulnerability makes you ache and the decision to hand your heart over is an easy one. “You’re right, Wolffe. Might as well do some living while we can.”

*******

[acradelius]

Hey could you do some fluffy moira with a make reader? Please and thank you!

"Can't Help Falling In Love With You~"

Fandom: Overwatch

Pairing: Moira O'Deorain x M!Reader

Rating: Lime🟢 (Equivalent to PG-13)

Warnings/Mentions Of: Sugar Momma/Sugar Baby Dynamics, Mention of "Morning After", Attempted Fluff

Word Count: 1,079 Words

Author's Note: Overall, I apologize if this wasn't exactly the type of fluff you were looking for. I've never really written fluff pieces before, so I'm not exactly sure if this would count. Plus, I was finding it a bit difficult to write fluff with Moira as I've never thought of her as a fluff type of person. I do hope you enjoy though!

P.S I also apologize for writing so much. Once I start, I just can't stop. 😅😅

Moira O’Deorain. 

There wasn’t an ounce of doubt that everyone knew the woman behind the name: Moira O’Deorain. Especially those who worked beside her within the numerous missions, assisting with development of new weapons and technologies, along with some “voluntarily” experimentation all under the watch of Talon. Ask how her colleagues would describe her and they would tell you many things such as brilliant, controversial, and ambitious. 

Yet, she was now something that they originally wouldn’t have come close to describing when they thought of her. 

A Sugar Momma. 

BEFORE MEETING (Y/N)... 

Overall, we all know that even the vaguest of thoughts of being a Sugar Momma wouldn’t have crossed Moira’s mind if it wasn’t for a little push in the right direction by a certain someone that was “close” to her. That certain someone, of course being Sombra, after complaining that Moira spent way too much time in the lab and not around actual people, so she must be so lonely! Thanks, Bestie!

It was during a rare moment of downtime, more due having to hide indefinitely because of a newbie’s mistake, that Moira actually took the time to finally explore the accounts that Sombra had made for her on various websites/apps.

Not that she would necessarily admit it, but she spent HOURS upon HOURs swiping through many profiles because she’s so picky about who she’d associate herself and her work with. At least, till she stumbled across (Y/N)’s profile. When being bothered by Sombra about why Moira had swiped on (Y/N)’s profile, she mumbled something along the lines about him looking the least annoying out of ALL the people she came across. 

MEETING (Y/N)... 

Overally, Moira’s initial thoughts about the first meeting with (Y/N) were not really positive ones. She figured that she would have ended up feeling the same way about him as she felt about the people she had swiped through. Yet, for what was probably the first time in ever, she had been proven wrong and was quite impressed and pleased about how things went. 

Upon arriving Moira was surprised to see that (Y/N) was already there, occupying a corner booth away from the rest of the cafe’s commotions, two steaming cups of coffee in front of him accompanied with a small succulent plant as well. 

(Y/N) turned out as handsome as he appeared within his photos, looking even more appealing within the casual, yet first date appropriate, clothing that he had chosen to wear, occasionally fiddling the hem of the jacket. Upon finding Moira in the midst of the small crowd (Y/N) gave a charming smile followed by a softening gaze as he waved her over. 

Small talk commenced after the two introduced themselves to each other, pleasantly bouncing from topic to topic while time passed. Moira somewhat vaguely discusses her interests and career within the field of science, (Y/N) discussing his indecisive studies at the local university while trying to balance a part time job and extracurricular activities. 

Departure, until the next date that they had planned, Moira essentially had mixed feelings. She personally didn’t see this becoming a long term thing, but there was a strange little tugging feeling in her chest that made a faint smile appear upon his lips, holding the small potted succulent snug within her hands. 

AFTER THE FIRST DATE...

Overall, Moira struggles holding up the Sugar Momma position at first. She gets easily annoyed and frustrated from the strange looks from strangers, followed by the snarky mumbled remarks whenever she was with (Y/N). Yet, he makes her forget about all of that when he notices that it’s bothering her. 

He suggests they both go to a place such as the local museum, holding her hand gently as he leads the way, speaking reassuring words to Moira about how she’s doing great, and that he’s appreciative and grateful for all that she does. Spending the rest of the day letting Moira talk about anything science related, smiling at the blush upon Moira’s cheeks.

As time passes by, the relationship becomes more domestic, and closer to home than Moira and (Y/N) would’ve thought. Dates become spending time with each other taste testing failed exotic recipes, ending up being arms wrapped around each other as they whisper silly things to each other, slowly dancing away the night till (Y/N) has to depart back away from the grasps of Talon to his “normal” life. 

Study date nights consist of papers spread all along the floor, (Y/N) scribbling notes suggested from Moira as she runs her fingers gently throughout his hair or rubbing small circles on his back to help relieve any extra stress as she helps him study for a major test the next day. These usually end up into some self-care nights of using face masks and giving each other pedicures, asking Sombra for some assistance on how to use such items because neither Moira or (Y/N) really know how to use said products. 

During some break from university where (Y/N) traveled back home to visit family is when Moira really starts thinking about their relationship, finding herself missing the lingering warmth from his touch. Missing the words he would say to make things alright whenever she would get frustrated with work or others. As she continued to think about him, continuing to replay memories of him wherever she would go, she knew that she was feeling more for him than just some Sugar Momma/Sugar Baby relationship. Once again, just as in the beginning, she felt that strange tugging feeling in her chest, a smile spreading to her lips. 

It was the morning after a “special” night, (Y/N) having returned back to Moira’s hold after visiting family. Him surprisingly having woken up before Moira, brushing his fingers gently throughout her hair, thumb tracing down to brush across her cheeks. Softly kissing her head and finding her starting to awake when he pulled back. 

“You know, I’ve been thinking about us.. More often than I probably should admit.” Moira starts off despite being so groggy, returning the soft kisses (Y/N) gave to her. “While we have this specific type of relationship happening.. I can’t help but fall in love with you~” Soft chuckles emit from (Y/N), him returning her smile and gaze. “You don’t have to worry, Moira. I can’t help but fall in love with you, too.”

[hyperion-moonbabe-art3mis]

More than One Savior

Request: Please do Agents of shield, may x fem reader, maybe where may and reader are together and on a mission and it gets bad so reader tell may to get out and they argue and readers like “let someone save you for once” and then reader ends up getting hurt and you decide end thank you :) For the may x reader requests can it be during the AOS time please thank you 🙏🏻 ~ Anon

Word Count: 1.1k

“Hey,” May says sitting next to you.

“Hey. Shouldn’t you be flying,” You say after kissing her.

“You know there’s auto-pilot. Plus I thought I’d take the downtime to hang out with my amazingly beautiful girlfriend,” May responds.

“Wow. May actually being nice?” Ward says making his way into the common space.

“I’m sorry are you her girlfriend?” You ask. Ward just has a smug smile. “Yeah…thought so,” 

“Everyone in the briefing space,” Coulson says passing us, with Daisy not too far behind. We all gather around the table as Coulson brings up the information for the mission. “We have an 0-8-4 that the Triskelion wants our team to go in and check out,” Coulson explains.

“Where are we going?” You ask. 

“Franklin Grove, Illinois. May and Y/N will go in with FitzSimmons and me to check it out. Ward and Skye, you’ll stay on Z One as backup,” Coulson explains.

“Why am I on babysitting duty?” Ward asks annoyed.

“Do you ever  just sit back and accept your assignment?” You snap, but he doesn’t say a word.

“We will be there in 2 hours, everyone get ready,” Coulson says and ends the meeting.

You head back to your’s and May’s room and pack anything you may need as May goes to set the coordinates for Z One. Both you and May had made a deal where you would take turns packing for missions, she taught you the basics of flying a plane, well at least making sure nothing goes wrong. She’s never gone longer than 15 minutes if she asks you to watch over the console. 

You then go to pack any weapons you need. You pack your respective guns and extra mags. By the time you were down, you were just about to arrive. The Zephyr is parked a little bit outside the city and you all drive to the location, a hotel.  Once you arrive Coulson introduces you all as the FBI as that is what the Triskelion had told you to do.

“They didn’t tell us more agents were arriving,” The man at the front desk says.

“They just called us. We are a special team to help determine what the item is,” Coulson says.

“Ok, well your team is on floor 5, room 504,” The man says and hands your a keycard.

“Thanks,” Coulson says and we head up to the room. “Everyone be on the lookout, sounds like we’ve got a third-party,” Coulson says into his comms. 

“Copy, I’ll be on standby,” Ward responds.

We headed down to the room which of course had some sort of security outside of it. You and May quickly took down the three men outside and made your way into the room. Once you made it in there was no one there. But you could see that the window was open. Coulson and FitzSimmons look outside the window as you and May search the room for any stragglers. 

As you look around you found nothing until you hear May scream. You don’t hesitate one moment to find her. When you make your way into the room you find May being held down by a big man. You go to kick him off her but are pushed back. “Coulson! Get FitzSimmons out!” You yell before going back to fight the man. May and the Man continue to struggle until they fall out of another window. Worried for your girlfriend, you jump out of the window with no hesitation and are unsure of where you would land. Luckily, the next platform was only a few feet below.

You try to aim for the man but he and May are struggling so much you can’t get a clear shot. You focus enough and finally get a shot on him, but it only skims him, pissing him off. He starts to run towards you and May jumps on his back trying to strangle him. She knocks him out and gets off his back. 

“Go, I got this,” May says out of breath.

“No. You’re hurt too much, you need to get back to Z One,” You say.

“I’m not leaving you behind,” She says as you notice the man starting to wake up.

“I’ll be fine. Just let someone else save you for once,” You say and push her out of the way as the man launches for her. “Go!” She hesitates for a moment before running back towards the car.

You try to shoot him again but he knocks your gun out of your hand. You find a  loose metal pole and use that to defend yourself. You swing it at him as he dodges your swings. Soon enough you notice something lodged in the back of his neck. “The 0-8-4?” You say to yourself quietly.  As you’re distracted by your mission he takes the pole and trips you with it. He starts to whack the ground but you move away in time. 

Somehow you were able to get outside of his view and hide behind something. You maneuvered away and tried to get to high ground. “You’re a coward for hiding!” The man yells.

You were able to get to good high ground without him hearing you. You then jump onto his shoulders, taking him by surprise. As you struggled to grab the item in the back of his neck, he struggles to get you off of him. Just as you grab the item, he takes a part of your shirt and slams you to the ground, before he seems to become weaker. You quickly get up and knock him out before passing out on the ground.

When you wake up you find yourself in the med bay. You try to get up before Simmons comes in and stops you. “Hold on Y/N. You sustained heavy injuries to your back and torso. You need to rest,” Simmons tells you.

“Where’s May?” You question immediately.

“She’s fine, resting,” Simmons responds.

“I’ll rest when my girlfriend is ok,” You hear May’s voice from the doorway.

“You need to be resting, May,” Simmons says trying to lead her out of the room.

“Like I said. I’ll rest when my girlfriend is ok,” She says and pushes past Simmons.

“Simmons, can we have a moment?” You ask, knowing May would want to talk to you. Simmons nods and makes her way out of the room after checking your vitals.

“You know I had it handled, right?” May says.

“You always do. But you don’t always have to be the savior,” You say.

“I guess there can be more than one savior. I’m just glad your safe,” May says and kisses you.

A/N: I was finally able to write this request! I hope you enjoy it and it’s what you were expecting!

[clone-wars-imagine-2]

Bad Batch Preference: How they react when you make a doll for them that looks like them

A/N: This idea comes from a friend on discord, I hope you enjoy this.

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Sergeant Hunter: To begin with, you were hella bored and flying through hyperspace for 10 hours straight was making you insane. Meditation could only pass that much time, so you decided to start a little project for the remaining time until you would reach Coruscant again. Soon enough you gathered all materials and started to make a little doll. You didn’t have any particular thing in mind you wanted the doll to look like but having Hunter sit right across from you with his datapad in hand was a convenient thing. It only took you 2 ½ hours until the doll was finished, now you only had to show Hunter. “Hunter! I need to show you something really important!” You said dragging out the really, a grin plastered on your face. His response was a simple ‘aha’ but he glanced up from his reports to look at you for a moment. He seemed tired which made your heart ache, he is always overworking himself. You took the doll from behind your back and held it out to him. Hunter looked surprised at the sight of the doll and laid his datapad down, reaching forward to grab the little fabric version of him. He could see all the details you did, you even put a little bandana on the doll. The Sergeant was speechless to say the least. “Do you like it? I made it for you.” You made it for him… “Of course I do. I love it! Thank you, kar’ta.” “You're welcome, Love.”

Crosshair: Building something was one of your hobbies you had since you were a kid, it was always something you could do on your own, inside or even outside. You build things out of wood, metal, fabrics, flowers and basically everything you could find. So whenever the boys were out of the ship, getting supplies or doing assignments the thought would be too dangerous for you to tag along on they left you to look after the havoc marauder. This was one of those occasions. You’ve been sitting in the pilot seat for the past few hours making something for Crosshair. You weren’t quite sure if he would like it or not but if the latter would happen you’d just keep the little doll of him for yourself. Holding the doll up you looked it once over before deciding you were finished. It looked exactly like Crosshair, you even went as far as to carefully draw on his tattoo. You smiled and decided to put it away until he came back. It didn’t take long for your boys to come back and leave the planet as fast as possible. When everything calmed down you went to Crosshair, telling him you made something for him. He gave you a sceptical look but followed you to your quarters you had on the ship. Turning around you presented him with the doll.  “You made a doll of myself? For me?” You nod your head and beamed up at him with one of your smiles. “It looks hideous.” You saw that coming. “But it’s you!” “I know.” “You want me to take it back?”  “No it’s mine.”

Tech: Getting to spend time with Tech was hard after the Bad Batch stopped protecting you and your father after they catched the people who were after you. Now it wasn’t certain when and for how long you would see him again and it killed the both of you. The last time he came to visit he gifted you a necklace with a small piece of his armor hanging off it. He said it was so something from him was always with you and protected you. It was by far your most prized possession and you never put it off since you got it. So you decided to make something for him. You were amazing when it came to the knowledge of advanced technologies and new inventions but building something on your own wasn’t something you could say you were good at. So the only plausible thing to do was ask your mother for help which she gladly lended. Together you two made a little doll, it was only a few inches in size but it looked so much like Tech it made your heart ache for him even more. It even had a small replica of his goggles on. Now you only had to wait for him to arrive home. It was another two months before you got the message from Tech that they would be heading back to get some downtime. You were filled with exaltation and couldn’t wait until he was back, but you were also nervous about what he would think of the doll. You would find out soon enough. It wasn’t until a few hours of him being back and the two of you cuddling in bed that you showed him his little present. Tech was more than just surprised and you could swear you saw him stop breathing for a few seconds. A smile spread across his face and he gave you a kiss on the forehead, pulling you closer and nuzzling his face into your hair. “I love it, mesh’la. I will always keep it with me.” You blushed at the little word of endearment and hid your face in his chest. “Glad you like it, handsome.” Guess who is blushing now. 

Wrecker: You were set at home on one of the few days you could take off, waiting for Wrecker to arrive after one of their missions. He had commed you earlier in the day, letting you know he would be there today and that he got some more stuff for you. The clones didn’t earn a lot of money so Wrecker never really bought much but he brought some stuff back for you that he found on his journeys. Be it intriguing  looking stones, beautiful flowers he pressed under some weights to preserve them or shells he found on shores. Seeing all the little things lying on their own little shelf in the living room you took the opportunity of being alone for a little while longer and started making something you knew Wrecker would like. Wrecker owned a tooka doll he so fondly called Lula that you decided it could use a little friend and what better friend would there be than a smaller version of your boyfriend himself!  It took you longer than you would like to admit until you got the hang of stitching the doll together. You were a mechanic, an inventor, not a sewer! But thankfully Wrecker wouldn’t arrive until late in the night as he told you in a message. Great, more time to figure out how to not poke you in the fingers 50 times in a row. You finished the doll around 11pm, mere ten minutes before he arrived. When Wrecker arrived he crushed you in one of his tight hugs which you endured with a smile, by now you were used to his strength. He immediately started rambling about the mission and taking the stuff out he collected for you during his time away when you stopped him. “Before you continue darling, I want to show you something I made for you. I-” “You made something for me?! When?!” You let out a laugh and smiled up at him. “Today, I had some time and thought you might appreciate it.”  Wrecker immediately begged to see it and how could you keep him waiting? You showed him the doll of himself, it was by all means the first thing you ever made in that regard but it didn’t look too bad, and it resembled him which you wanted! His eyes lit up the second they met the doll and he took it out of your hands. “This is amazing! And it looks like me! I will put myself right next to Lula so she isn’t alone!” A laugh bubbled out of your chest and you looked fondly at him. “That was my intention. Glad we are both on the same page.” You got pulled in another bone crushing hug and you savoured every second of it.

Echo: It has been over a year in which you thought that Echo was dead. After the Citadel mission Fives and Rex came to you, bearing bad news. The moment you saw them you knew and cried your eyes out for weeks. You couldn’t believe he was just gone like that, taken from you from moment to the other. Both Rex and Fives tried to help you and they succeeded in some ways until Fives passed away.  You had thrown yourself in your work for the senate, doing everything not to think about how your heart ached for the love of your life and your best friend who were gone. When your body finally broke down, telling you to rest and to process you did. In memory of the both of them you made two little dolls, the one of Fives you put right next to his gravestone. You did everything to make sure he got buried and his body wasn’t used for scientific research by the Kaminoans.  The doll of Echo you always kept close to you. There was no body you could bury or mourn so this was the only alternativ you got, and it helped, it really did. And then Rex commed you, telling you Echo was alive right before one of your most important senate meetings. It was another few days from when they brought Echo back to when you were allowed to see him and your heart stopped when you saw him. What have they done to him? Tears filled your eyes and you threw yourself at him, not letting him go as you thought he might disappear again. Echo was very hesitant at first, fearing he could hurt you with his prosthetics, yet he still forced those thoughts from his mind and enveloped you in his arms.  You talked for the maker knows how long, trying to comprehend what the other went through while giving as much comfort as possible. Every time Echo would flinch at your contact, even if it was tiny, your heart felt like it got stabbed a thousand times. When he carefully reached for your hand and told you he was leaving with the Bad Batch you tried to protest but he shut it down, telling you he had to do it and you only nod. “I promise you that I will come back, I always do, don’t I?” Echo had a smaller version of his usual sly smile on his face and for the first time in a long while you felt your heart melt again. You smiled softly at him, leaning closer to give him a kiss on the cheek. “I know you do, but before you go I want to give you something.” , you mumbled against the skin of his cheek, taking out the small doll you made months ago. Carefully you handed it to him and watched his face for his reaction. You could see tears gather in the corner of his eyes and you pulled him closer. “I made it a while after you… Well…” Echo shushed you and looked up into your face, smiling. “I will keep this close to me so whenever I see it I will think about you, cyar’ika.” 

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Tropetember Day 11 - Time Travel / Amnesia / Coma

Coma comma revelation

Pairing: James T Kirk x GN!Reader

Fandom: Star Trek AOS

Rating: General Audiences

TW: Coma, minor swear

AN: Day 11 of @tropetember. Sorry for the wait, life has been a bit mad. Not the best but hope you enjoy :)

The aftermath of an away mission gone wrong.

Find this story on Ao3 here.

Word Count: 1.3k

It wasn’t uncommon for members of an away crew to end up in the sickbay upon their return to the Enterprise. Injuries regularly ranged from small cuts and bruises to native diseases to broken bones. A visit to Dr McCoy was something all members of the crew had to mentally prepare before beaming down. What was uncommon was for people to be in the sickbay for longer than an overnight stay.

Spock and Kirk had both had a couple of longer stopovers following heroic (read: risky) actions. Dr McCoy dreaded either, or worse both of them, being there because they were both hard-headed and constantly tried to sign themselves out against medical advice. Luckily, this wasn’t something McCoy had to worry about with the current resident of the sickbay. What was happening was far more worrying. Because you had been in a coma for 4 days now and nobody had any clue as to what to do.

Running his hand down his face, Dr McCoy’s gaze remained laser focused on the most recent test results, trying to find an answer. Any answer. Even a clue. Nothing. There was nothing indicating why you weren’t waking up.

Sighing quietly to himself he got up and headed to your room, checking on the monitors. He hadn’t even realised anyone else was there until he turned to exit.

Stood leant against the wall next to the door, Captain James T Kirk stood like a sentry. His eyes watched everything in the room, in between regularly checking on you. The Doctor pressed a hand to his heart as he processed his surprise. Had Kirk not been wearing his yellow command shirt, chances are McCoy wouldn't have even noticed him with how still he was standing.

“Jim, you’re the Captain not a shadow” he observed, his normal gruffness softened slightly.

The gentle rebuke received no response from Kirk. He simply flicked his eyes from the body in the hospital bed to McCoy and back again.

It was clear to see that all was not right with the Captain. His uniform was creased, his eyes red. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days.

“Jim, you ok?”

A small sigh and a shake of the head is all he receives in response. McCoy props himself up against the wall next to him, a show of silent solidarity.

"They weren't even supposed to be there, Bones."

You'd opted to go on the away mission instead of Mr Spock to allow the Vulcan some time off from Kirk-sitting, and as part of your push to keep at least one of them on the ship at all times. "Cos, you know, regulations" was all you scoffed when someone pointed out that they'd both made a break for it onto some distant moon, leaving you as Lieutenant Commander in charge of the ship.

The additional position had been created to help support the demands of a 5 year mission on the crew as a whole. Given the Enterprise's tendency to have an engineering emergency in the middle of crisis, Mr Scott was often unable to support in the way the Chief Engineer may on other ships. You bridged the gap, allowing Kirk, Spock and Scotty to hand over some of their day-to-day responsibilities to focus on the extreme.

Though they had initially railed against it, they would all now agree that your presence had improved the efficiency of the ship. It also allowed them all some welcome downtime. The crew appreciated that more than they would ever admit in front of the higher-ups. Kirk in particular could get bitchy when he was tired.

Something that no one would have predicted about adding you to the crew, was the depth of the friendships you had formed with the command crew. In particular, you had developed a close friendship with the Captain, despite his initial wariness. You and Jim were regularly spotted in observation watching the stars float by whilst having a drink, or heading to each other's quarters with a holodisk in hand.

Jim, for his part, had been reluctant to get to know you. The Captain of a starship is supposed to be separate from the rest of their crew. But, as with the interpersonal relationships between the crew, the length of the mission had required these expectations be adjusted in the interest of crew morale.

The outcome of the slow blossoming relationship with you was something he had not predicted. Where he always felt responsible when crew were hurt, the shot of ice through his system when he saw you being stabbed with a syringe was much, much stronger. More importantly, his almost visceral reaction had been completely unexpected. He was the Captain, he had to look out for everyone. Yet, he spent every second of the day and night since returning to the Enterprise worrying about you.

Drawing himself back from his thoughts he glances to Bones, who is watching him with a combination of concern and soft understanding.

“We have the best people in the Federation working on this Jim.” He gently grasps Kirk’s upper arm. “They’ll be ok. You’ll get them back.” He pauses then, glancing between the two of them. “Then you can maybe have an honest conversation about the two of you.”

Kirk sharply glances at him over his shoulder before allowing his own shoulders to sag.

“I hadn’t even realised,” he quietly whispers, moving to the side of the bed. He takes your hand in his before sitting down next to the bed. “It’s not allowed, Bones.”

McCoy for his part just smiles at him.

“Never stopped you before”

That gets a small smile out of the Captain as he turns his eyes back to you. He’s so focused on you that he doesn’t even notice as Dr McCoy slips out to head to his office.

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Waking up after being unconscious for an unknown amount of time is, in a word, disorienting. The sickbay lights are bright, your throat is dry and sore and your head feels like it’s stuffed with cotton wool.

It takes you a while to come to but you’re ever so grateful to hear Dr McCoy's southern drawl welcoming you back.

“There you are darlin’, you had us worried.”

You let him run all of his tests without complaint, using the time to orient yourself. It’s not until he’s nearly finished that you notice there’s someone else in the room. You throw Jim a small smile, followed by a grimace as McCoy hits you with a hypospray.

“That should be everything for the minute,” McCoy tells you. “We’re going to keep you in for observation for a few days but your recovery is going as well as we could have hoped.”

You smile in relief at that, and he tells you he’ll be back in a few minutes before he heads out of the room.

After taking a moment to shuffle yourself into a more comfortable position, you wave a hand at Jim to beckon him over. He takes a gentle hold of your hand as he moves closer. It fills you with warmth and you can’t help a small smile.

“Managed not to blow up the ship while I was out of commission then?” you tease, wanting the frown to disappear from his face. He shakes his head in response.

“I honestly don’t know. I haven’t really left this room.”

You glance at him surprised, and then see the soft expression on his face. Huh. You thought it was just you.

Taking the plunge, you gently tug at his hand until he slides into bed next to you, your head resting on his chest. The beat of his heart starts to lull you back to sleep.

It’s probably best to rest while you can, you decide. You’ve got a lot to talk about.

[ladyfogg]

i love the peter prompt that posted!! since you love boyish peter could you maybe write a fic where the reader is new to the x mansion and Peter’s trying so hard to flirt with her (or them?) and impress them with all of his smirks and cheesy jokes and things? :) thank you so much you’re an incredible writer <3

A/N: Ugh, I love Peter so much and I really hope I got his humor right. This was super fun.

Pairing: Peter Maximoff/GN!Reader

Rating: Teen

If anyone wants to be added to my taglists, fill out this form. To learn more about what prompts I’m accepting, check here. The Evans Masterlist.

Peter tries to be subtle at first. Which is really hard because it’s not his specialty. But he figures since you’re new to the mansion, immediately hitting on you would probably not be the best approach.

So, he begins by bringing you little snacks or things he knows you need. It soon starts to escalate into small gifts for no reason.

You are always grateful and appreciative. Every time you smile at him it makes his heart race and his palms sweaty.

After you settle in for a bit, then he tries to be a little flirtier. A joke here or there, standing close to you during meeting briefings, even checking on you during and after missions. Your rooms are on opposite sides of the mansion but that really isn’t a problem for him and he can be by your side in an instant. You definitely get closer and there are times where he thinks you might hold his gaze for a little too long or look away too quickly when he notices you. But nothing romantic comes from it.

His next step is to impress you. The only way he knows how to do that is with his speed because, let’s be honest, it’s really impressive. He loves getting you something before you even have a chance to finish talking, or rearranging things in the background while you’re trying to talk to someone. He can tell you like it because you always have to struggle to keep from laughing as he zooms behind whoever you’re talking to, making faces and various other shenanigans.

Still nothing. Peter thinks he might have gone too subtle. Time for something more obvious.

One afternoon when you’re both enjoying downtime, he runs through the mansion looking for you, eventually finding you in one of the many study rooms. You’re sitting alone with a book, quietly reading. Immediately, Peter seats himself next to you on the couch, his arm draped on the back pillows behind you as he leans in.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

You’re so close that your scent invades his nostrils, a mix of laundry detergent and your natural scent. He can feel the warmth from your body and it makes him want to keep leaning in. Unfortunately, you haven’t even looked up from your book.

“Reading.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to.”

“Why?”

Laughing, you look up. “Why do you want to know?”

Dear god, he loves it when you smile. His brain short circuits a little bit and he has to remember the reason he’s there. “Let’s do something.”

“I am doing something.”

“No, together.”

“Like what?”

Peter shrugs, trying to be nonchalant. “I don’t know. Something fun.”

“Reading is fun.”

He takes the book from your hands and throws it. “Hey, go on a date with me.”

Your eyes go wide. “Oh! I didn’t…I didn’t realize that that’s what you meant.”

“How could you not?” he asks. “I flirt with you all the time.”

“You do?”

Peter puts his face in his hands, shaking his head before looking up at you again. “The gifts, the jokes…”

“I thought you were just being friendly!”

“I was! Buuuut, I was also lowkey really into you like, the second you walked through the door sooooooo….” He purses his lips, waiting for your response.

“Yeah! Totally! I mean, I’d love to go out with you.”

“Great.” Peter leans in and lays a loud kiss on your cheek. “Come on.”

Before you even have a chance to blink, he has you in his arms and out the mansion doors.

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muted pleasure [ wrecker ]

⋯ SUMMARY ; with the team finally given some downtime, wrecker finds himself bored beyond comprehension. so, he decides to take matters into his own hands 

⋯ WARNINGS ; female!reader, smut [ dirty talk, mentions of dry humping, fingering + size kink ] + mature language

⋯ NOTE ; this content is strictly for those 18+ ; any minors // ageless // blank blogs interacting with this post // masterlist will be blocked

it had been some time since you found the marauder this quiet. seeing as it was constantly nosy and one could hardly find a sense of peace in between missions. yet, it was quiet as a mouse. 

tech having stationed himself up in the cockpit to run diagnostics. hunter retreating to his room to get some much needed sleep. as for crosshair, he had disappeared hours ago and no one had heard a peep from him since.

you had moved into your room, or wrecker’s as it was official assigned, for the night. you had been reading over one of the updates tech had sent out about the different things happening within the core world, nothing was super interesting, but all the talk about the war coming to an end was always something to keep updated on.

you looked up when wrecker had entered the room, his loud sigh echoing around the walls as he slumped onto the edge of the large bed. he patted his feet like a small child as he flopped back on the bed. “i’m so bored.” he drawled, looking over to you, small hope that you would possible indulge him for the time being. but, you didn’t move.

you heard him loud and clear, however you weren’t playing into his game and you didn’t need hunter getting on your ass later about how the two of your were stomping around and he couldn’t sleep. “hunter’s trying to sleep, big. and you remember what happened the last time we did something loud when hunter was trying to sleep?” the look on his face answered your question, as he fully remembered the last time he had gotten yelled at by hunter and it made everyone fear what would happen the next time someone came between him and his beauty sleep.

“but what if it’s something we can be extra quiet about?” he suggested, smiling up at you. you smiled back, leaning forward to pat his cheek, “there is nothing you do that is ‘extra quiet’, big. it’ll just have to wait until hunter’s done resting.” you chuckled when he groaned, “but if you want to lay up here with me until he wakes up, you are more than welcome to.” you offered, feeling him shift in the bed and move toward where you were currently positioned.

his arms wrapped around you comfortably, pulling you into his side as you continued to read your article on the holopad. you paid him no mind, eyes scanning the text.

wrecker peered down at you, shifting himself to press right up against you. you shuffled, adjusting yourself to a more comfortable position when your hips pressed right up against his growing hard-on. wrecker groaned, his hand sliding from your waist to grope at one of you breasts. 

you bit back a groan, twisting your head to shoot him a glare, painfully aware of how thin the walls were, “might i remind you, hunter is still asleep.” you hissed, choking back the moan that threatened to escape as a particular brush of his hips. you heard him deep chuckle, it vibrating against your back as he pulled you closer, “then i guess you’ll just have to be quiet.”

his hand moved from your breast, sliding down to your shorts and cupping you through the fabric. he chuckled once more when he felt them grew wet as his action. all before quickly sliding his hand under the band of your shorts and panties. his fingers running over your slit, gathering up the wetness with his fingers, teasing your clit with each brush.

he silently watched your face as he gently pushed a finger into your cunt, relishing in the moan you let escape, but was quickly shushed as a hand came to cover your mouth. 

the one finger was enough to fill you to the brim, while his thumb circled your clit with precision. you wiggled against his form, hands coming to clench at his forearm and your toes curling at the sensation. dirty praises filled your ears as his finger stretched you out, brushing over your sweet spot each time.

it wasn’t long before you came, shuttering against him as you came down from your high. you caught your breath, feeling him working himself against your thigh, before he came as well, a deep groan muffled into your shoulder. he smiled against your shoulder, softly rolling over to fall asleep.

you stood, wrapping yourself back up in the clothes you had on before, turning to briefly pressing a kiss to his forehead. the haul door slid close and you walked out to the main area.

you smiled at tech as you entered, finding the caf machine and quickly brewing a cup. not long after, hunter slung in, plopping down into one of the chairs next to tech. “why do you look so grumpy?” you heard tech ask, glaring over his datapad at his brother, who was currently sporting the meanest side-eye. “i was woken up because people aren’t as quiet as they think.”

tech was getting ready to ask hunter what he meant by that, when he heard you sputter over your coffee, eyes wide and slightly mortified. “are you okay?” he asked you, watching as you coughed, eyes moving to glance at tech and then hunter, who’s lips were setting into a smug smile. “yeah, just didn’t let the caf cool before drinking it.” you quickly excused, quickly leaving the haul to go back to your room.

“i don’t even want to know.” tech muttered to himself as he got back to work.

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[quietmyfearswith]

their love language ; preferences

warnings — fluff (?) couple of swear words

characters — andy barber, steve rogers, jake jensen, bucky barnes, carter baizen, lance tucker, syverson, will shaw (cold light of day), august walker

a/n — just something i put together lmao asks are open for anything

with their little

masterlist

andy barber — physical touch and words of affirmation

It wasn’t unusual that Andy brought home work; but more often than not concerning. Not only was he overworking himself, but it also led him to doubt and question his own capabilities. And Y/N knew when these unwanted thoughts would start to plague Andy’s mind and she knew just how to prevent them from affecting him severely. Creeping up behind him, she placed her hands on his shoulders giving him a massage he didn’t know his body was begging for. “How you doing, handsome?” she asked sweetly as she placed a small kiss on the back of his ear. Turning his head slightly so he could reciprocate the kiss but on her hand, “Making slow but significant progress.” She hummed, moving her fingers from his shoulders and to his temples she tried to rub off the stress that seemed to have its epicenter at his forehead. “Well all that was possible because of you, angel, you and that big brain of yours.” Andy grabbed both her hands and turned to her; she knew what was gonna happen next — he was gonna argue with what she said and instead claim that he wasn’t that good and he could have done it quicker or done more. But before he even had a chance to do so, she slanted her lips on his to shut him up. “I’m gonna shut you up with a kiss every time you talk shit about yourself,” the man’s entire body vibrated with laughter as turned his chair around to face Y/N and grabbed her so she sat down on his lap, “In that case we might be kissing for a long time, love.”

august walker — acts of service

August’s dedication wasn’t only limited to his work; but also to his beloved Y/N. He’d like to think that the reason that he exposed himself to the dangers of the world is so that he could guarantee her safety. But on the instances wherein he wasn’t on a mission and instead was back home with her, he never missed out on an opportunity to make her feel safe and loved. Since he was having downtime from a mission, he took it upon himself to bring you to work and pick you up. It didn’t matter if it was out of his way or he had a busy day, it was something he loved to do. He loved having one hand on the steering wheel and the other on her warm thigh; just like how they were right now following her departure from her work. “I noticed how your laundry was piling up, so I washed it already. Also found the missing sock you were whining about last week,” Y/N looked at August and decided to tease him as she jokingly accused him, “I knew it! You hid it somewhere in our home.” His hand that was comfortably resting on her thigh left its place and went for her sides, tickling her. Hearing her giggles, made him boyishly smile, “That’s not what happened, missy. I was cleaning the house — because you were whining about how cluttered and messy it was getting and you didn’t have the time to clean it up — and somehow found that fuzzy sock of yours in the kitchen.” Upon learning what her man was up to, she was shocked and teased him more by saying, “Are you sure you should be a CIA agent and not a house cleaner? Seems like it’s one thing you absolutely love to do.” placing his hand back on her thigh, August rubbed her thigh warmly as he spoke, “Only for you love, I’ll do anything for you.”

bucky barnes — words of affirmation

For the majority of his life, he was used to hearing gruesome and morbid orders that were tasked for him to carry out. He was so used to hearing yells and harsh voices ringing in his ears; but now since he was free from their abusive hold, he didn’t have to hear the same sounds again. “Wakey wakey sleeping beauty,” was whispered into his ear, snapping him out of his sleeping state. Turning over, he looked at Y/N and smiled, “Are you sure I’m sleeping beauty and not you?” She just chuckled at his rebuttal as she laid her head on his chest and looked up at him, “I’m sure it’s you who’s the sleeping beauty I mean have you seen this face?” She took note  as she ran her finger through his sculpted face, “Jawline that can cut deep, lips that are soft and delectable, eyes that are extremely expressive.” She then let her hand go down to where his heart was and delicately traced over it as she further explained, “And of course, what’s inside of you takes the cake of what makes you the sleeping beauty; a caring nature, compassionate to others, wit that is incomparable, and has so much love to give.” The super soldier could feel his heart swell double its  current size with how comforting and heartfelt her compliment was. Grateful tears threatened to leave his eyes as she placed a chaste kiss on his chest and assured him, “Everything about you is beautiful, Bucky.”

jake jensen — quality time

“Are you free this Saturday?” Jake asked as he directed his focus from the computer to his girlfriend as she placed a mug of coffee on his working table. Curious and hopeful eyes were behind the lensed frame, hoping she would say that she was available. Leaning against his desk she crossed her arms and gave him a mocking look, “Depends on who’s asking and why,” but the puppy of man just grabbed at her forearms and pouted. “Please baby? I was hoping you’d be down for laser tag? Or if you don’t want to do that maybe we can watch a movie?” Y/N could not help but coo at how adorable her boyfriend looked; for a man who was part of the army he was too much of a softie. He despised having to be away from home for missions since he was always aching to spend time with you — and it didn’t really matter to him what it was you two were doing you could be museum-hopping, hiking, having a movie marathon, or just cuddling in bed. Which explains as to why he was inquiring whether or not you were available to spend time with him; leaning down to kiss his forehead, Y/N decided to put him out of his misery, “Yes love, I’m free on Saturday, we can go out for laser tag.” Standing up from where he was sitting down he excitedly wrapped his arms around the woman who was now laughing at how she mimicked the elation of a child. “Thank you, baby, can’t wait to kick your ass then.”

syverson — physical touch and quality time

Having been home from a deployment, it felt odd for Sy to not wake up when the sun was barely up or to not be squished with other men in a small space. Feeling movement in the bed where he lay, he quickly opened both his eyes and looked at the source of it. “Come back,” he groggily mumbled as he pulled Y/N closer and buried his face on her neck. “What if there’s somewhere I need to be, bear?” It was a surprise when she felt him whine, this alpha of a man whined at the thought of having to be away with his girlfriend. “I am gonna have to lock you inside the house, I just came back and there’s no way I’m gonna let you out until we’ve made up for lost time.” As she played with his short hair she pressed a kiss on the side of his forehead, “Good thing I have the week off then, huh?” his head shot up from her neck and looked at her excitedly, “No shit, baby? I get you all to myself for the whole week?” Nodding she busied her fingers again by running it through his buzz cut hair again. Feeling his thick arms wrap around her, she could feel the happiness and contentment resonate through his whole body. “I’m not letting you out of my hold, let alone my sight — I’m gonna need you all close to me and we’re gonna do everything together.”

lance tucker — physical touch

Having been involved in gymnastics at a young age, Lance’s hands were calloused and rough due to vigorous training. This then led him to be quite insecure and apprehensive when it came to physical contact with others, especially with someone he loves; for he fears they might run off once they feel the rough texture of his hands. Coming home from a long day filled with coaching he slumped down on the couch and took a deep breath. His muscles ached and it was starting to reach the point where it bothered him. “Hey bub, you just got home?” Y/N appeared from the kitchen and sat down beside the gymnast. As if on instinct, Lance laid his head on her lap and started to move his face around — as if it was a cat begging to be pet. Chuckling she did play with his hair with one hand while the other held on to his one hand. Letting out a satisfied hum he then began to vaguely recount his day, “Long day of coaching, switching up styles, correcting postures.” At the brief recount Y/N could feel how Lance tensed up and wanted to help him out hence why she offered, “How ‘bout you lie here and let me get that lavender oil you love? Then I can give the god of gymnastics a massage.” his eyes lit up and immediately lifted his head off her comfortable lap and laid down on his stomach as he tiredly mumbled, “Thank you baby, you’re massages are the best and I love your gentle touch.”

steve rogers — acts of service

Since retiring, Steve found himself comforted by having a routine. And much of his routine involves the things he does for Y/N — the love of his life. After finishing his morning run around the neighborhood, he immediately prepares coffee and sets out to cook breakfast. Upon padding down the stairs of their shared home, Y/N smiles at the sight of Steve placing the bacon, egg, and toast on two plates. “Good morning, honey,” she greeted him with a kiss on his lips. “Breakfast for my love,” he said as he placed a plate in front of her and slid to the seat opposite from where she was. “You have a busy day ahead of you, right?” She hummed in response to his question as she took a sip of the coffee he made, “Well I went to the gas station and made sure you had a full tank; I also prepared you your favorite lunch,” he pointed to the small lunch bag he bought her a few months back upon learning she would sometimes not have enough time to buy lunch if she had a busy day from work; so he took it upon himself to prepare lunch for her everyday. Placing her mug down, she held one of his hands in her own and looked at him fondly, “You spoil me too much; I think I’m getting too dependent on you.” Lifting her hand to his lips, he placed a few gentle kisses in the back of her palm and spoke sincerely, “I wouldn’t mind that at all, doll.”

carter baizen — receiving gifts

Luxurious and designer brands were something that Carter always had. It didn’t matter what kind of item it was — clothes, shoes, car, appliance, or electronics — but it was guaranteed that Carter had that object through the most expensive brand they had. So it was a surprise not only to Y/N, but also to Carter himself about how excited and touched he was every time the former gave him a gift. “Carter, I’m home!” Her yell seemed to bounce off the walls of his penthouse; one that was merely a living space but was turned into a warm and comforting home once she stepped foot in it, and in his life as well. “Hey, how was Canada?” he asked as he was seated on the sectional couch and patted for the spot beside him. Taking up on his offer she sat beside him as she placed a paper bag in his lap, “It was great! And I got this for you.” smiling, he thanked her for the gift and opened the bag as he pulled out the stuffed moose that was inside it, “A moose?” She nodded her head excitedly, “Well I don’t know, it just reminded me of you. Like you both have this cold and hard exterior; but really you both are softies,” she ended her explanation with a nervous giggle, fear settling in that Carter didn’t really like the gift. But as if he could read her thoughts he eased her nervousness with a smile and booped her nose, “Well it’s the best gift anyone has ever given me; so thank you, princess.” she sighed dramatically and leaned her back against his chest, and he wraps his arms around you and laughs at her silly antics. “That’s what you always say every time I give you something.” Holding the moose with one hand he shook it around as he talked in a silly voice, as if mimicking a cartoon character, “Well that’s because I do love everything you give me.”

will shaw — words of affirmation

In his pursuit of establishing himself as a businessman and entrepreneur, Will has heard a fair share of rejections and bad news. In fact he was so used to hearing these that it was quite rare and refreshing for him to hear reminders of positivity; and it wasn’t until Y/N came into his life and served to be the breath of fresh air for Will. Hanging up the phone call, Will let out an exasperated sigh and loosened the tie on his neck. Despite being successful in securing a meeting with potential business partners, he felt defeated as it took too much time and effort. The ringtone of his phone made him roll his eyes; though he did pick the phone up and answer the call without looking at the caller ID. “Yes, Mr. Scott?” Instead of the husky voice he was just talking to, it was instead the sweet voice of his girlfriend as she teased him, “Not a Mr. Scott, but should I be worried that you might like him more than me?” Upon hearing her voice he chuckled and shook his head, “No babe, there’s only you.” She laughed as well but despite that she was worried about him, “You alright, babe? Have you eaten?” Sitting up straight, he briefed her on what has happened so far, “Yeah I had a salad earlier. But guess what? I have a meeting with Mr. Scott, and if things go well they’re gonna be our business partners.” Her excited squeal made him excited as well, “That’s great babe! I told you that there was no need to doubt your presentation and skill!” Placing his hand on his chin, “I think you’re being too confident in me, babe” he sighed. “Well how could I not?” she said as she began listing off the qualities she admired about him, “You always get back up despite how many times you’ve fallen down, you’re determined to achieve what you want and will do all means to do so, and of course have you seen how good-looking you are? Mr. Scott would be an idiot to say no to that pretty face.” Her last remark had him roaring with laughter and shook his head at his silliness, “Oh babe, you do know how to boost someone’s confidence huh?”