#i can definitely get behind soldier but i think more often than not he's the king

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so! you mentioned in the 'p0rn preferences' post that Gaz is not the one who jerks off the most in the 141, and I humbly ask you, who would that be?

I don't mean this as a request, just a little discussion, cause I feel like Soap would just be going at it at any chance possible, like a bunny. he probably doesn't care much if someone hears it, but that's just me thinking too much into it.

Who Jerks off the Most in the 141 + König

Warnings: 18+, Heavy Mentions of Masturbation, Male Masturbation, Implied Reader in Individual Headcanons, Accidental and Implied Voyeurism, Edging, Brief Mention of Injury, Men Who Moan <3, No Pronouns Used For Reader Except 'You'.

A/N: As per Anon's question (which I just had to turn into a post of its own) I present to you the list of the 141 members (and König) who jerk off from the most to least <3

Soap

I have to agree with you here, Anon - Johnny is most definitely the king of self love when it comes to the 141.

He doesn't much care where he is or who he's with; when he has to satisfy his needs, he'll do so.

Though, he'll spare whoever's with him the sight of watching him throwing his head back, trying to stifle his moans behind gritted teeth whilst the wet sound of his hand slipping up and down the length of his shaft fill the room.

Unless they want to.

For one reason or another, he's nigh-insatiable when it comes to his libido, and the fact that his stamina affords him the luxury of beating himself off until his cum is practically translucent doesn't help.

The slightest thing can set him off.

Someone brushing past him ? Hard.

Someone stroking his ego a little too enthusiastically ? Bricked up.

He sees something that's shaped to be a little too curvy or phallic ? Stiff as a pole.

He remembers something mildly suggestive you did three years ago in that restaurant ? He's going to the Horny Realm.

Yes, his teammates have complained about his incessant moaning-come-grunting-come-whimpering through all hours of the night, his voice contorting through a spectrum of desperation and Johnny always ending up spent and overstimulated by the time the sun comes up.

And then he's ready to do it all again the second night touches the horizon line, giving his teammates a knowing smile when he walks into the room sporting nothing else save for a pair of boxers and a monster that looks to be trying to tear itself free from them.

Gaz

Dude's young. Of course he's throttling that rooster on a nigh-daily basis.

The only reason he's not at it as much as Soap is because he likes to believe he still has a few threads of his self-restraint intact.

He doesn't.

Especially when it comes to you (regardless of whether you're dating yet or not).

But he doesn't need to know that.

Honestly, the only thing that separates him from Johnny's unmatched libido is the fact that it takes a little more than the slightest provocation to get Gaz going.

Albeit, that line is a thin one.

If he so much as accidentally sees something explicit for upwards of three seconds, he's hard.

The only advantage of his need for satisfaction is the speed with which he can achieve it.

He and Johnny actually timed each other once to see who could get off the fastest.

Gaz won. Though, only by a slim margin.

Needless to say, that made for a rather interesting conversation with the Captain when he walked in on two of his best soldiers sat panting on the edge of their cots, an almost-translucent spray spattered across their stomachs, eyes half-lidded and hazy.

Ghost

The third-in-line for the Throttle Throne is none other than our beloved Ghost.

Unlike Johnny and Gaz, Ghost is more likely to leave himself alone at the first sign of trouble, toughing it out until he can will his mind to less lustful pastimes.

He won't make his jacking off known to anyone, either, often doing it in the shower where the water beats down so harshly that no sound can be heard for the water's fall.

That, and he's a master at keeping his voice low, no matter the circumstances.

More often than not, Simon makes quick work of jerking off purely because it’s a means to an end. However, if it’s you he’s thinking of, he’s much more likely to take his time — to immerse himself in the fantasy of your body around his, taking him so well in one capacity or another. Fucking yourself dumb on his cock.

During these times, he’s thorough — much more likely to edge himself, to throw his head back and growl between gritted teeth, to savour the sensation coiling in his stomach, his balls growing tight.

Otherwise, he’ll stroke one out as quickly as he can, getting back to business as usual.

And to look at him, on the surface, you'd never know that he just spent the last three minutes rubbing one out in the bathroom (yes, he is also a contender for first place in the 'Who Can Jack Off The Quickest Competition', but he'll never allow Johnny or Gaz the luxury of witnessing his unprecedented skill; that's for your eyes only).

Until he corners you, breathing down your neck, scolding you for tempting him - a man whose restraint lies only in his ability to hold off from reducing you to an exponential reflection of his prior state, breathless and covered in fluids.

König

Have you seen the size of that thing ? Man should be in the olympics for being able to throw that weight around.

Similarly to Ghost, König only gets himself off when it's absolutely necessary.

Only if he doesn't have you lying around to help him, of course.

Though, he lets himself have a bit of fun with it. Especially if it's been a tough day.

He's vocal, too. Though he tries not to be.

He just can't help it. Days' - maybe even weeks' - worth of unspent adrenaline and semen is hardly any way for a soldier like König to go about his life. So, he expels it in the privacy of quite literally any isolated space he can find.

König is not an adventurous spirit by any means when it comes to self pleasure, but when needs must, he's willing to shoulder the weight of the prospect that someone on his team could walk in at any second and catch him spraying his stomach or the wall white with, let's face it, thick ropes of cum.

Hong-Jin's actually caught him doing that before now.

That's actually how the two became friends: Horangi heard König grunting in the store cupboard and, knowing how stubborn his Colonel was with letting others know when he was injured, sought him out. Wanted to offer his help.

Catching Colonel König in the act of throwing his head back whilst growling the name '(Y/N)' into the darkest corner of the room was, suffice it to say, not what Horangi had been expecting.

Price

You just know he's cool with it. And by 'cool', I mean incredibly intentional, controlled, and not ravenous in the ways our other favourite military princesses are.

Sure, Price has gotten hard on the job a few times.

Who hasn't ?

But thanks to his level head, unwavering devotion to his work, and absolute refusal to acknowledge that he did, in fact, get a little bit of a chub during a shoot-out, he's managed to gain control over every facet of his body.

Until he comes home to you, of course.

Until he's able to loom over you like an omen and run his hands down your sides, stopping at your hips and pressing kisses that become more open-mouthed the further down the side of your neck he dips.

Pressing his hips into yours. Something demands your attention.

There have been very few occasions where a cold shower wasn't a quick enough fix for him.

When the days of having you milk him are too far out of sight, he's had to suffice with his own hands before now. Had to imagine - remember - what yours felt like in his place, your lips curled up as he gripped the chair arms, breathless as he moaned into the warm tones of your shared apartment.

But don't worry ! He'll be sure to catch you up on everything you've missed while he's been away once he returns.

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Head cannons bc I can - Assassin’s body parts preferences (and extras...)

AN: I would just like to say that ALL of the Assassin's will protect their love with their lives, not standing for any disrespect or rudeness toward her in any way shape or form. I may not have put it in the description of every Assassin, but it goes without saying. ALSO, plz don't @ me bc this is my first ever spicy post lol

Altair Ibn La’Ahad - loves burying his face in her neck and grabbing her backside cheekily lol, loves bathing with her but won’t deny that’s it’s hard to control himself around her naked body. Comes to her after a mission (if they didn't go on it together that is or if she's not an assassin) to hold her and just melts against her, grateful to have her and be back in her arms alive. Pulls her away ever so often to a corner where he'll kiss her breathless and then just walk off like nothing happened (this man-), loves to chase lol if she runs from him, it sets something deep and primal off in him, and when he eventually catches her? 😳😳😳

Shay Patrick Cormac - definitely breasts lol and has a thing for waists, also loves thighs & has a thing for kissing from the top of her foot to the inside of her thighs, this man can pick up grown soldiers, flip them over his shoulder and then just toss them to the ground like it nothing so he’s strong - tell.me he doesn’t pick up his love and carry her off for some alone time. She won't have to worry about anyone on the Morrigan getting any ideas because Shay has made it VERY clear that she's his and his only. He'll legit fight for her if someone makes her uncomfortable or harasses her and make them regret the day they were born (that is if they can even think afterward bc they'll probably be dead). It - depending on the mood he's in - makes him feel very loved and cared for or very turned on and ready to pin her down, when she kisses the scar over his eye. Don't even get me started on how naughty this fricken man is in Irish Gaelic. (Sir! Control thyself!)

Edward Kenway - an ass man for sure and he loves the thighs too, stands behind her and glares at anyone who checks her out from his spot behind her where he’ll press a possessive kiss to her shoulder while glaring at them. Why do I have feeling that this man has a thing for women who can shoot guns? If she shoots a gun in front of him all pirate-esque he'll literally beg her to step on him haha. Loves him a mouthy feisty woman because not only does it turn.him.on, he gets a kick out of a lovely woman being able to blow someone out of the water with her insults & statements of self-defense. Will also waylay anyone who disrespects her, he'll actually feed them their teeth (don't test him with her)

Jacob Ethan Frye - both the man’s bi lol he can have both if he wants, he for sure does playful butt pats and grabs occasionally but usually when they’re alone (USUALLY & if a Rook bore witness? THEY SAW NOTHING), definitely into holding his love on his lap and whispering dirty things in her ear to fluster her. Will fight to protect her and God help them because they'll have him and the Rooks to deal with (that is if Jacob doesn't crush them and turn them into dust that blows away in the wind lol). Also loves him a feisty and mouthy woman, if she's sarcastic, witty and goofy on top of that? This man is more whipped than whipped cream. Total gentleman even if she can hand his ass to him on a silver platter, he still treats her with utmost respect. Enjoys lying in bed with her and cuddling (give the man all the cuddles STAT) lazily playing with her hair and believe it not - not all kissing with the amorous assassin leads to *wink wink*. He genuinely enjoys laying there with her on a slow day and kissing her sweetly, over and over again. Man is a genuine romantic sweetheart (and nothing will change my mind). It's not an odd occurrence for Evie to wonder where her younger brother is, only to find him conked out on his love's chest just peacefully snoozing away as she holds him reading a book or some files. Totally see him tracing his fingers down her sternum until he reaches her breasts and tracing the insides of them to get her riled up (if he's feeling mean he'll even give a cheeky kiss haha). Also loves to chase her across rooftops and make bets of a spicier nature...

Evie Frye - loves to kiss her loves hands & jaw (particularly that one little spot…) and trace kisses down her sternum, has a habit of cornering her and making out with her lol then she just goes on about her day like nothing happened, plays footsies underneath table surfaces (CHANGE MY MIND). Loves all of her and honestly don't think she would have a preference, Evie's just grateful to have her at all and be with her. Woman was dedicated to being alone as a result of being in the Brotherhood. Think she would get a kick out of witty and playful banter, the more her love speaks the more in love she falls and the more she desires her. She's good with her hands. I said it. Sue me. She.has.good.hands. The woman tis skilled (in more ways than one...) This also pertains to corsets and buttons whether it be doing them or undoing them... Kind think she would like chasing her love through the city too and if it ends up in a garden? The woman internally swoons.

Kassandra of Sparta - breasts she likes pulling her love against her and then looking down to see them pressed against her armor being gorgeous as usual and she loves to grab hips, she will CUT Alcibiades if he looks at her love lol bc she KNOWS what he's thinking about, only lets her hair down around her love and adores laying in between her thighs while her fingers give her a head a very relaxing massage (seriously they can put the woman to sleep lol)

Ratonhnhake:ton/Connor Kenway - I think we can all agree that this sweet man isn't very sexual BUT once he settles down, he does have an appreciation for his loves figure. Loves to hover over her from behind and kiss the top of her head, and when things get more intimate between them, he loves to give her kisses all over her face. Flowers with him would be a common occurrence, often times she wakes up to beautiful wildflowers on her bedside table or on the pillow beside her. This man is a good provider. And if she takes an interest in hunting with him, more than a few times he'll briefly lose interest in hunting the animal and playfully hunting her instead... Feel like he strokes her legs lovingly and takes his time exploring the sexual feelings he has for her. He would love her breasts because they're beautiful, soft and full of life.

Alexios of Sparta - ass for sure he seems like a butt smacker haha she’ll be minding her own business when he comes out of nowhere and gives her a light loving smack. He comes up behind her and literally sweeps her off her feet - no pleasantries, just "you're mine now" lol

Haytham Kenway - breasts has a thing for tracing the tops of them when she wears dresses to get her riled up all while delivering an “innocent” kiss to her flaming red cheek, will randomly stoop to her level to whisper something 😳 in her ear. Get a vibe that he would spoil her with beautiful jewelry and then woo her until it's the only thing she has on, before taking her to bed... Morning sex seems like the norm for him because he's not always there when she falls asleep arriving home late, but when he sees her in the morning, he more than makes it up to her and greets her in very steamy manner. He reminds her to remain neutral when she stands next to him during a meeting as he sits down with his hand hidden by her dress on her backside gently squeezing and acting completely casual about it the cheeky -

Desmond Miles - breasts & when Shaun stresses him out, he presses his head into them lol it’s stress relieving, comes up behind her and hugs her tightly, definitely into spooning he likes the physical contact, and he melts when she kisses his forehead. Before everything he screwed, but now with the woman he loves? He makes love and thoroughly enjoys every second of it with her. Having her by his side through everything means more to him than he can express.

Arno Victor Dorian - this man feels like a worshipper he would love all of her body and take his time with her, but he does tend to go for breasts more coming out of nowhere and kissing the tops of them reverently throughout the day, definitely takes her hand in his and kisses it with full eye contact to the point where it makes her blush, earning a chuckle from him. Tell me that this man doesn't pull her away to corners throughout the day or on a mission and kiss her before walking away casually like nothing happened lol. Got a feeling he's very into whisking his love away just getting her attention and pulling her away to wherever they can have a few moments alone together. Good kisser. I refuse to believe anything else. He swoops in gives a sweet kiss that leaves her flustered, and he stands there watching her with a smile on his face. For some reason I think he's into the whole secret lover rendezvous thing, aka coming in through his love's window or meeting her secretly (it's exciting and he gets her all alone...)

Ezio Auditore Da Firenze - also feels like a worshipping type of man except everywhere, everything, all the time lol, but he does have a preference for breasts often times hugging his love around the waist and burying his face in them. We've all seen how this man has thing for pinning his lady to the wall...do with it what you will. But he does it to her and OFTEN lol. A little more promiscuous in public - stopping of course if she gets uncomfortable - than others and is not afraid to show how he feels about her. Also, a good kisser. I mean COME ON.

Bayek of Siwa - he loves her breasts because beneath them lies her heart and he cherishes the fact that she has given it to him, loves to star gaze with her - they lay there together peacefully as he tells her about the constellations and their meaning. Loves bathing with her just laying back and relaxing, eyes roving her form as she cleans him and gives him a shave (he refuses to shave unless she does it for him bc he loves her touch and how great her handiwork is). Gives the kinds of kisses that melt her like a stick of butter lol, a kiss from him has a lot of emotion poured into it telling without words how much he loves her.

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It's a Match! || poly!141 x Reader

[Chapter 29] || [Chapter 31]

Pairing: 141 x gn!Reader Words: 1.4K~ cw: injuries + recovery Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you? a/n: johnny is a filthy man :) but also we love him so is that a problem? no, it's not.

Chapter 30: Playing House

It took a while, but, Simon got healthy, and John and Kyle got their soreness’ settled enough to be able to go back to work.

Johnny, however, needed a little extra TLC. Being shot in the shoulder involved a longer period of medical leave, paired with a long while of physical therapy…

And that means that he decided to make himself your problem.

The rest of the lads left on a mission a few days after being cleared and, as such, left Johnny with you. Not because the lad is incapable of looking after himself, but more so because he, himself, decided he didn’t want to be away from you.

And so, whenever you leave for work, Johnny leaves for PT, then, goes to base for a bit, mostly doing work on things that he can feasibly do without straining his left shoulder/arm… Like doing paperwork and reports, going to the gym for cardio, crunches, and leg and hip workouts… Then he comes home to you.

He goes shopping for you, cooks you dinner, cleans after the two of you, despite your insistence that he rest… But, as it turns out, Johnny isn’t good at that.

Nonetheless, the flat is cleaner than ever before, Johnny’s drawing supplies are permanently stationed on the dining room table, next to your laptop, and some of his clothes have taken a permanent spot in your closet.

And, of course, he spends every night in your bed, spooning you from behind and hiding his face in your neck while you watch tiktoks, talk, or he regale you with the most ridiculous of puns.

In a way, it’s like Johnny MacTavish is your live-in boyfriend. Or, rather, that you’re playing house with him.

You wouldn’t say you hate it. In fact, it’s quite nice to have someone staying with you all night… Johnny is a good partner, he’s helpful and chill and provides wonderful cuddles…

Though you’ve jokingly started calling him ‘Johnny Price’, because, since he hasn’t been working for a month now, he’s let his beard grow out. And he looks like Price more often than he does not.

It’s on week three of your new routine with Johnny when you’re at work, that you get a text from him:

Johnny: guess what bonnie. Johnny: [1 Video Attachment]

You definitely should’ve put on some headphones before you watched that video during work… His grunting and groaning was almost pornographic and definitely earned you a few confused/worried looks from your coworkers…

But all you could think of was how he was finally easing back into his arm/shoulder workouts, which meant he finally got cleared by his PT to do as such!

you: did you finally get cleared johnny? 🥺 Johnny: cleared at 50%. Johnny: not there yet. but soon. you: I’M SO PROUD OF YOU! 🫶🫶🫶 Johnny: thank ye bonnie  you: this calls for a celebration! Johnny: i like how ye think bonnie but im not cleared yet to be able to manhandle ye 😏 you: get ur mind out of the gutter johnny price!!!!!!!! Johnny: oof not ye still calling me that! you: ur beard is looking like his what do u expect of me! 🙄 Johnny: yer right idk what i expected. Johnny: so about this celebration. you: i was thinking we go out for dinner? Johnny: are we going to dress up nice? you: i wasn’t thinking we’d go somewhere super fancy because i do not have money johnnyyyy Johnny: oh good because i dont think i can button up a shirt my shoulder is sore 😖 you: okay then! nando’s!!! 🫶  you: and i’ll give you a shoulder rub when we get home Johnny: speaking my language bonnie.

And so that’s what you did. You went home in a hurry to shower and change, and, for once, Johnny wasn’t there, having chosen to shower and change at base.

You met up in front of the Nando’s closest to your flat and you immediately chuckled at the sight of him. Sure, he had changed, but he was still very much wearing a pair of jeans, sneakers and a grey zip-up hoodie… Although you could very obviously tell he was naked beneath the hoodie.

“Mo leannan.” He murmured in an exaggeratedly polite tone as he popped the door open for you with his good arm.

“Thank you, my good sir…” You joked, which caused you both to chuckle and shake your head.

You got inside, ordered your food and, as you talked, you site adjacent to him, right on his left side, so you could gently rub his arm with your hand.

“Do you miss the lads?” You ended up asking him as you caressed his bicep and shoulder with your hand, watching him wince a bit at it, because he felt so sore from his first workout.

“A little.” Johnny admitted as he looked toward you. “Do you miss ‘em?” He returned the question. You found yourself nodding in reply.

“Having you here is wonderful though… I… quite miss you lot when you’re all gone together. Not to mention I worry sick for you.” You admitted and pressed your lips together a bit awkwardly.

“You do?” He asked you, to which you nodded. So, he continued. “Well.. I guess I understand. I imagine my mam and sisters worry about me too… As do the Kyle and the Captain’s families.” He conceded.

“That’s actually…” You found yourself trailing off as the waiter brought you your orders and you thanked him, unboxing your food so you could dig in.

“As I was saying…” You trailed off. “That’s actually an interesting point… I feel like I know very little about you and the guys’ when it comes to your personal lives… Outside of hobbies and what you do with me.” You mused as you glanced at him as he dug into his double chicken burger one-handed.

“I don’t know much about the others myself to be honest with you.” Johnny admitted as he stole one of your chips off your plate.

“Really?” You asked softly as you ate your own sandwich yourself, nodding along as he continued speaking.

“We try to keep our… ‘outside’ lives under wraps. Even being a team… what we talk about is always very superficial.” He trailed off.

“So you don’t know anything about the rest of them, nor them about you?” You cocked a brow in confusion.

“Oh, no, bonnie, I talk about myself a whole lot, I’m a blabber mouth, me.” He joked and winked at you. “But family is one of those topics that’s best kept under wraps in our line of work.” He told you as he leaned in, rubbing his thumb on the corner of your mouth to wipe it clean of peri-peri sauce. Then, he sucked his own thumb clean.

“What about me? Do I get to know about you?” You asked him playfully as you leaned forward, setting your elbow on the table as you lean in to him, eyebrows raised in intrigue.

“Tell ye what, bonnie.” Johnny leaned toward you too, licking his fingers clean and then wiping them on a napkin before he set a hand on your thigh under the table. “Anything I tell ye about my family is not going to do them justice… So how about I take ye up to meet my family over the summer… And ye meet them directly? Could even take the Captain, Simon and Kyle with us.” He offered.

Your eyes widened a bit and you blinked away the surprise, staring at him like he had grown a second head.

“Meeting your family? Really? Isn’t it a bit early for that…?” You chuckled a bit sheepishly.

“Aye, maybe it is…” He trailed off. “But at this point, I’m basically livin’ wit ye and ye’ve looked after me in sickness, haven’t ye?” He joked. “And I’ve fended off yer ex… so I’ve looked after ye in health, haven’t I?”

Rolling your eyes in amusement, you shook your head. You knew he was just joking, the look in his eyes showed it… “Are you implying that we’re married, Johnny?” You teased him playfully.

“I’m just saying…” He trailed off playfully, a playful smirk on his lips. “And, if we were married, not saying that we are,… I’d make sure to take ye home tonight and rearrange yer guts if ye let me, mo leannan.”

Looking away and biting your lip, you couldn’t help but chuckle. “Shut it…” You trailed off. “You need to rest, your shoulder’s bad still.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t use my mouth on ye… and that you can’t be on top.” He added before he grabbed another one of your chips and popped it in his mouth.

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Just read your yandere!Ghost HCs and I am absolutely in love!! What are your thoughts on a shared darling between an all yandere!task force 141? Do you think it will make Ghost less possessive cause he doesn't have to worry about protecting their darling all the time or even more so cause he has to share? 🤔 Also curious about the other members interacting both with their darling and each other.

You're an amazing writer and I love all of your works so much!! Have a lovely day!! ❤️❤️❤️

Thank you for your request! ♥ I only did the core members I know of and about, hope that's alright!

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Price

♡ John has undisputed dips on you in this dynamic. He doesn't take the active role of caretaker for you, but he gets to hold you first after a mission, be the first to kiss you, and ask if you've eaten and if you were good while he was gone. He's the one giving orders concerning you after consulting with the others, and he's the one to cozy up to if you really want to better your living situation, even though he doesn't easily fall for tricks. You'll have to behave in front of him because the punishments he orders are all the harsher. Putting you into your place never feels more bittersweet than when he gives you both carrot and stick to remind you of your position by his side. That you are nothing without him. That you need him. But as long as you indulge him a little whenever he asks for it, his presence in the group isn't much trouble to you.

♡ Price mostly hands over taking care of you to the boys, laughing when he jokes about "being too old" to clean up after you. But he has that authority no one can argue against. If he wants you in his bed for the night, the others won't complain as they send you to his room, and if he dislikes your attitude, he'll treat you like a rookie soldier in need of some discipline—just without professionalism holding him back. But it's so easy to get along with him if only you let down your pride a bit. When you catch him watching you across the table, get up from whoever's lap you are on and climb on Price's. Allow him to knead your thighs and ass while you cuddle against his chest, and you'll have this grown man melt with affection for you. And when he asks whose bed you want to share that night, never hesitate to ask for his. If he doesn't want to, he'll send you away anyway, but showing him how devoted you are will earn you lots of browny points that might help you out of more complicated situations with the others. Price never forgets what you do—neither good nor bad.

Soap

♡ Soap is, undoubtedly, the social butterfly of the group, and you are his unwilling victim. He so loves to hang out with you, every bit of attention going straight to his ego. Then again, he's also your best bet when it comes to food, bathing, and other basic needs that you want met from your captors. He's the easiest to ask for anything because he wants your attention desperately and will try to fulfill your wishes like a dog trying to impress his owner. He's also your main chaperon around base, gladly escorting you to the kitchen, the bathroom, or wherever the rest of the group is. If no one else claims you for the day or night, his room is basically yours, and you are often collected from it, as John will claim all your time and your sanity if left unchecked.

♡ Regardless, behind all the smiles and jokes, he's definitely the most obsessed. You'll find him wide awake, watching you sleep at night or licking your cutlery after you eat. There have been no fewer than three times that he didn't accompany you into the shower, taking advantage of you whenever he can. It's hard to look into his eyes sometimes, wide open and swirling with madness while he watches you, always right there to catch you when you fall. Soap will gladly lick the blood off your wounds if he's not pulled away by the collar of his shirt. King of not caring what the others think, he's not even realizing how weird he's being, but you know. You know what he does with your underwear at night. You know the crazed rambles he whispers into your ear when he thinks you're asleep. You wholeheartedly believe he's tempering with your food sometimes, and you know there's hell to pay if you make him snap. John will take a lot of screaming and fighting back. However, you still have bruises from the last time his composure cracked, and no amount of him kissing them better helps to forget the way he can and will crack your skull on a wall if you defy him one too many times.

Ghost

♡ The reality is that Simon profits greatly from the arrangement but isn't too keen on it. He'll tolerate it; watch quietly as everyone else salivates over you. But nothing can convince him that any of the guys are better for you than he is. Even if he gives in to Price's authority, Soap's efforts, and Roach's right to you, doesn't mean he thinks they should have you. He's known for stealing you out of beds and sometimes kidnapping you to someplace the others won't find right away to get some undisturbed alone time. However, being with him is terrifying. You won't be able to relax, your heart pounding against your ribcage when you're with him. After all, it's Ghost, and he's a big, unpredictable meanie, at least in your opinion.

♡ Doesn't help that he's usually the one to diffuse any problems the others have with you before taking you with him and giving you the punishment you'll feel for the next few days. The others trust him to do the right thing, to make you obedient and sweet again. And he does, most of the time. There's only so much pain and torture you can endure. But he's also the one to mend your wounds and patch you up, gently asserting authority over you when you get fussy while he helps you stay alive after one of the others caused havoc on your body. You told him so many times you wanted to die, and he was the one to soothe you, hold you until you fell asleep. Sometimes, you think about thanking him. But then you remember his other side, the one that enjoys your pain, enjoys your dependency on him. The Ghost that loves cornering you against walls and kissing you breathlessly while you struggle, the one that broke and put your ankles into casts after you tried to run away. The shadow that is always there to remind you to play nice but who never rewards you in return. He must love you, somewhere, deep inside his shrewd brain. But you hate him with every fiber of your being. He's your worst nightmare, enemy, the bastard of the group. And your savior, protector, and most devoted lover at the same time.

Roach

♡ Gary is the yandere that you want to get along with. Who you actively try to pull on your side against the others, thinking he'd give you some leniency and compassion. After all, he ensures you get what you need when everyone else is too busy fawning over you. He brings in the goods to play with you, and makes you little gifts that you know are from him but he never claims your thanks. Roach is the last escape when you're in for another punishment, and you gladly disregard the fact that he's turning a blind eye to what his mates are doing if it means escaping whatever Soap or Ghost are planning to do with you. He's the eery presence at your back, his eyes always drilling into you, but his hands never forcing you towards him. He feels safe. Safer than anyone else, at least. But still waters are deep, and you don't know how you and his delayed gratification affect him.

♡ You are in for a rude awakening when you run to him, beg him to help you, and plead with him to make the others stop. Suddenly, his hands are all over you, and you are pulled into his lap, tightly secured in his arms, face burying into the crook of your neck as he breathes you in. It feels like you're imprisoned in his grasp, your body crushed between his and his arms. He's patient, always laying in wait for you to come to him, so when you do, you are all his. No one dares to disturb him when he traps you against him. The others might sigh and groan but will retreat and give him the time he's owed, considering he never asks for it. And Roach plans to use his time with you wisely, give you all the attention and care he's been holding back or doing in the shadow. You'll belong to him all night long without a second to breathe while he devours you, devotes all his love to you. You'll only be given back once he's done smothering you in suffocating adoration, leaving his marks all over you, and making you thoroughly regret the trust you put into him to help you and protect you. He's just as bad, if not worse than the others, and he'll gladly lure you into the fake sense of safety again with his presence and subtle touches that will keep them away as no one knows when Roach is ready to claim you again. Now that he had a taste, it's hard not to want more...

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Don't Flip Your Wig is so cute!!! Do you have any ideas about what else Old Steve does to "poke fun" at his future self before they go back to the future? Seems like his little shit persona's about to come out in full force.

A/N: Sorry for how embarrassingly long it took me to get to your ask--life's been a mess galore! Anyhoo, thank you for indulging, and it makes me so frickin' happy that you enjoyed reading this 🩷✨🥹🫂 Can I just say how happy I am to see Don't Flip Your Wig, Steve receiving so much love? Fun fact: this was actually the first-ever Steve fic I wrote! It wasn't the first one I published, but it's the one that started my descent into full-on feral for this burly supersoldier less than a year ago. Honestly, I didn't expect any engagement at all! It was a most random fic, which, mind you, I feared people would stamp it lame, what with all the mumbo jumbo of time-travel I portrayed in there. Also, for convenience, I referred to the 40's Steve as 'Steve' and the other as 'your husband'/'your Steve'

Indulge Away!

He's going to great lengths, alright. 🤭

I think Steve's having a field day poking fun at his future self. He's kind of warmly enticed by the mere fact that you exist in his future, and there's something so content about seeing his older self happy and in love, and that he's restraining jealousy by a small string of decorum, which is totally ready to snap. Plus, he's kinda itching to see if he can fight and win against the seasoned version of himself. Maybe? 😏

Steve brings you flowers. Since you both have to put up an act--pretending to be dating to keep things smoother while Howard fixes the machine--Steve is "acting the part" a little too well, much to the annoyance of your husband.

To avoid spotting both Steve(s) at once, one walks with you while the other follows closely behind. And it's usually your husband who's forced to trail after, because, more often than not, past-era Steve knows the best routes and faces around.

Steve gets you a stash of Hershey's chocolate--the kind they send to soldiers. You glance curiously from a grinning Steve to the huge chocolate bars in his hands, then toward your fuming husband.

"You wanna see where your husband grew up?" Steve exclaims rhetorically one evening while you're sorting through some papers in the temporary accommodation Steve and Howard set up for you. Your husband stands up so suddenly that the chair squeaks against the floorboards before he drags you away.

Steve asks if you want to tour the city. As tempting as it sounds, your husband looks like he's about to pull a nerve or a muscle judging by how tense he's getting. You're careful to say no, but Steve insists. Your husband quietly plans to take you later, when the streets are quieter and the risk of running into his younger self is lower.

At some point, Steve definitely runs into a couple of his friends (your husband suspects it's on purpose) and naturally, they demand that you join them for a party. "You should come to the pub! Drinks, pie, dancing!" they cheer, insisting. You smile genuinely, all while feeling the sharp gaze of your husband, who looks one second away from bursting. You politely decline, saying you already have plans with your family, which isn't entirely a lie. You do have a husband to keep from going feral with jealousy.

And honestly, amidst all the let's see what ticks him off antics that his younger self is indulging in, your husband--your Steve--comes to a realization. If he had met you in the '40s, he'd have been just as smitten. And that thought sticks out as a silver lining in the dark cloud of let's not punch my younger self silly.

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Hi, I really love your ‘character as your boyfriend’ that you do.

I would really like to see Levi or Tsukasa next in your usual format.

thanks in advance and have fun !

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ levi ackerman relationship headcanons ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

[ Note: I did indeed have fun 🥀 thank you for your support 🥹 ]

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SFW

I think you’d have to be a balance between mature and silly to be in a relationship with levi

He’d get along better with someone who isn’t as serious as he is, like think of Petra’s dynamic with levi. I think his ideal type is someone similar to Petra.

Getting into a relationship with this man is HARD.

He’s the kind of guy who would humble you with a cold rejection if you ever asked for his number so don't have any hopes 👍

Anyway, say y’all had a relationship during the og universe, you’d have to accept that he’s a soldier who could die at literally any moment.

So he expects that you wouldn’t fuss over him “getting himself in danger” because that’s his literal job.

He likes it when you tend to any wounds he has, though it doesn’t happen often because bffr who has the power to injure THE levi??

I don’t think he’s all that into physical affection, like his love language would be quality time, to be honest. 

I feel like it could also be words of affirmation, except his “affirmations” aren’t… what they usually would be.

His affirmations would often be blunt and vague, like "you're not completely useless" or "it’s quieter when you’re not around." 

You’re not really getting much more than that so learn how to enjoy these moments

You guys definitely sip tea together quietly or you could yap his ears off while he rests his chin on his palm and listens to you. 

He might caress your cheek or chin every once in a while.

Kisses are rare, but hugs are RARER bitch you ain’t never getting a hug from him, it’s all on you.

He tolerates SOME hugs, like maybe he was in danger and you’re glad he’s fine, or if you reallyyyy need some sort of comfort or affection so you throw yourself on him, he’ll frown and act as if he doesn’t like it. 

He’ll still rest his palm on the top of your head and his gaze might soften a little.

He shows his love by scolding you and by cleaning your room. Prove me wrong.

If you try flustering him, you’re gonna be met with a straight ass deadpan, but when he turns around, you can see how reddened his ears are.

I don’t think he gets jealous a lot, just protective. 

Regardless, I can see him feeling a TAD 🤏 bit insecure. 

He probably thinks from time to time that being around him is boring and routine, and seeing you laugh and have fun with other people can sometimes spike that feeling up.

The two of you read together in calm silence. Your head rests against his chest while one of his hands gently cradles it, the other holding his book steady.

You two have this deadpan humor where no one knows if you're serious or joking half the time.

he'll fix your scarf if it's crooked, he’ll quietly push your hair behind your ear, or casually press his fingers against your lower back when guiding you through crowds.

NSFW

Oh boy.

I don’t think he has experience, tbh. He knows what to do, but he’s gonna be awkward and a bit hesitant. 

He’s also gonna be SUPER clean, like he’s going to wipe everything off and make sure nothing gets gross at any point. 

He’s gonna make you shower before y’all get down and dirty 😜

He’s terrible with words. He’s not gonna praise you, not gonna degrade you, just the occasional “Is this fine?” or “Tell me if it hurts.” with a serious face.

He’s surprisingly gentle. You’d think that the strongest soldier would have a rough touch to him, but no, he’s totally soft and slow. 

He’s definitely the dominant one, but he might let you on top if he’s feeling particularly lazy.

He’s so precise. Midway through the freaky (😋), he might pause to fix a pillow that’s crooked or straighten the sheets because “This is distracting.”

If something interrupts the mood LOLOL like someone shouting outside or walking in on you two, Levi will immediately go deadpan. “We’re done here.” He is NOT backing off. 

His filter disappears sometimes in the worst ways. While he’s balls deep inside, you’ll randomly hear “Your hair’s in my mouth.”

He’s gonna get SO annoyed at how loud the bed creaks. “Tch. Piece of junk.” 

He’s tried to tighten the screws three separate times but it only gets louder each time. 

He has zero stamina in bed and his libido isn’t that high. Whenever you guys have sex, it’s probably because you’re the one who wanted it. 

So yeah one round is your maximum.

Nice aftercare, though. He’ll make you a hot cup of tea and wipe you down thoroughly after the vigorous fucking 🤺

hope you enjoyed <33

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[that-one-writer-on-that-site]

YANDERE BURNING SPICE X READER HCS

probably ooc (out of character) but I wrote this on a whim without much thought at 3am, sooooo [1.6k words]

Burning Spice Cookie is a man known for his lust for violence and contempt towards pretty much everyone he sets his eyes on

He shows no sympathy towards anyone and could (and does) harm anyone without so much as a single ounce of guilt

So it was definitely a surprise when, seemingly out of nowhere, you appeared at his side

You were complete opposites

You were a kind soul that doesn't want to harm anyone, one that feels immense guilt if you do

So it definitely wasn't a surprise when everyone realized you weren't by his side willingly

No one isn't really sure how it happened, multiple rumors and guesses have been made by everyone, including his own soldiers and generals

But the real story is honestly quite.. strange

You always stood for your view, and even though Burning Spice was definitely more powerful than you, you didn't lose your bite

When his soldiers threw you in down on your knees in front of him, you didn't stay down

No, you stood back up, looked him straight in the eye and stated “I don't kneel to the kinds of you.”

He was baffled, then he burst out laughing

He's known to hate being bored, it's the worst thing that can happen to him, really

But you never ceased to interest him further

He first kept you by his side just to see you snap and try to attack him

But soon it turned into something more

Even when you grew tired and slowly became more quiet, his eyes never faltered

He didn't see you as someone lower than him, someone he can kill and forget mere seconds later

He didn't want to lose this strange feeling

He never realized that his actions were out of love, he is a bit inexperienced in that area

You noticed right away and constantly tried to reject any gifts, affection, praise or anything alike

Speaking of which, all of those happened often.

He'd present you with words that comment on your bravery and spite

He towered over you, grinning like a maniac. “You've got quite the flame, Y/N.” He leaned on the hilt of his axe, staring down at you with a look you can only describe as obsessive interest mixed with something evil. His head cocked to the side and his eyes dimmed. “How have I not noticed you before?”

Finally when he gets slapped with the reality of falling in love, his multiple love languages quadruple in intensity

He was ideally trying to win you over, but it was really only scaring you further

He wouldn't back down though, you not accepting his offers only tells him that he's not trying hard enough

So you have to either get the hint and accept whatever overbearing gift he's pushing into your hands or expect an even grander one the next day

Unfortunately, accepting his gift = accepting his marriage offer, so, whoopsie

Overall he's really affectionate to the point where it's embarrassing,

You're the only one that he sees as an equal, everyone else is a low life that doesn't deserve your attention

This possessiveness does lead to isolation to some degree

But he's not dumb, he knows you're against his entire life so of course if he cannot be by your side he'd have someone trusted with you, someone like Nutmeg Tiger Cookie

She's nice to you and does try to comfort you into just accepting your fate, which doesn't really work in the end

He also just wouldn't be able to get you out of his head, constantly thinking of how you're doing and where you are

It might also lead to paranoia on his side in the most weirdest of times

You sit in the gardens, the shade of the umbrella covering you from the blazing sun above you. Three soldiers sit a bit farther away under a patio, where you commanded them to watch you. You did truly feel bad about them having to always stand foot or so behind you while you're out in the gardens in the hottest days of the summer, not allowed to sit beside you because someone is a bit too possessive.. You don't want them to pass out due to heatstroke, so you just chose a bench that's close enough to somewhere your guards can take some shade as well close enough.

You take a deep breath in and exhale, just enjoying the peace with your eyes closed… Till you all of a sudden feel big hands grasp at your shoulders and jolt you back to reality. “My dear?! Are you alright?!”

After a bit of back and forth, you realized that he was worried that you didn't finish your lunch… Son of a bitch literally interrupted some quiet because you left a few pieces of food on the plate… as if he doesn't already spoil you with goods and sweets beforehand

Burning Spice Cookie dresses you in the most finest of cloths that would not only match your worth but also make it quite clear you're with him

He would roll his eyes and cross his arms at the mere notion of you wearing your own clothes, saying “But how are people supposed to know you're with me?” Or “I don't get how you prefer your old clothes against the silk I've gotten you.”

But maybeeee if you play around with his hair and braid it or smth then maybe just maybe he'll maybe let you like maybe wear your own choice of clothes… maybe… as long as there is something that makes it clear you're not someone anyone can mess with… and he's around you

If you get frustrated and start shouting and punching, honestly, he'd just let you

He'd take every punch (not like it really does much sorrryyy) and welcome every word

He'd let you scream for as long as your lungs can, not interrupting and responding if you want him to

He’d apologize, try to calm you, but won’t touch you or come too close to not anger you or scare you even more

But in the end, he won't change

He'll still be overbearing, obsessive and possessive

He'll still keep you away from your friends and family

He just can't get himself to loosen his hold

Anywho

He does NOT play around with your life

God forbid you say “I'm gonna kill myself” because you're gonna go through hell

And he'll go through the 5 stages of grief (except acceptance, he'd rather himself die than let you be harmed)

He'll take it very seriously

You're going to have to somehow snap him out of his little panic mode as well as physically stop him from hauling you into your shared room to explain to him your joke

He will listen and try to understand this so called joke and in the end will calm down

Just begs you to never say something like that ever please

But still gets more apprehensive with handing you sharp objects or literally anything that could harm you

Also, if his bed is pushed up against a wall he'd be that type of guy to have a huge bed that can fit your entire family tree and their pets’s third removed cousins but would still cuddle up with you pressed against the wall

He feigns innocence and says that it's just a habit he has of sleeping near the wall

But in reality it's calculated in a way where it's harder for you to flee because you'd have to climb over him to get out

And also if someone bursts into the room with the intention of attacking, you won't be the first thing they harm (wowwee what a gentleman)

He is so chill about murder that it makes you triple-take every single time

He once killed someone who tried to help you escape an enemy in front of you thinking that this act of affection would make you believe that he can protect you no matter what

It did make you believe it, but it also made you much more scared of him than usual

He noticed your unusual behavior and got the hint, now opting to just drag whoever it is he's attacking away from you and chopping their head off there

Unless there just isn't anywhere to put you or the opponent, in that case he'd press you against his chest and kill them behind you

You didn't see it, yes, but you sure as hell heard it

He'd try his best to comfort you and show you that he can be gentle, that while he is known as The Great Destroyer, he wouldn't dream of ever harming you

But to be fair he has had his fair share of thoughts about some of that stuff

If you continuously run away, he'd think to himself “Why don't I just break their legs, that'll make it harder for them to run.”

Or, “I should just chain them to their bed, that way there's no escaping anymore.”

Those are just thoughts though, he'd never tell you of them. But don't test his patience.

He’d always want to be around you, no matter what or where you are

He wants to see you smile and laugh, talk or simply just walk

You’d think being around you would slowly diminish his ever growing need

But it does quite the opposite

He only yearns for more, only wants more

His obsession spreads further through his mind, and soon all of his kills and victories are made in your name

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

I Love You When You Don't Love Yourself

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Self deprication??? People talking shit I dunno

Genre: fluff and maybe angst

Summary: Bucky let's the opinions of random people get in his head a little too much on a night out

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You take one last look at your makeup in the mirror before deciding you're satisfied with the look.

"You almost ready to go doll?" Bucky asks, leaning against the doorframe.

"Perfect timing. Yeah, I just need to put my heels on." You say standing up and walking over to your shoes which you'd left by your closet. Bucky meets you by them and leans down to slip your heels onto your foot. Oh, how he treats you like a princess.

"You look amazing." He tells you as he stands back up, kissing your temple softly.

"Thank you, so do you." You say. Bucky's hand settles against your back as it always does when you're walking.

"Alright let's get on with this." Bucky says as you leave the tower.

"Do you think everyone's already there?"

"Steve definitely is, Nat probably isn't yet, Tony definitely isn't, Wanda and Vis I'd guess yes. Everyone else is up in the air but everyone's left here."

"Last to go-"

"We won't be the last to leave. Telling you now." He tells you.

"I know." You laugh. "Trust me I have no desire to stay the latest."

The Avengers team has been invited to a charity gala which normally nobody would even think about going to, but after the last several months, you definitely think the team could use the positive press so a number of you are going, to represent the team. It takes you and Bucky 20 minutes to get to the venue and Bucky groans when he sees the red carpet lined with photographers.

"No way there's a red carpet here." He rolls his eyes.

"Of course there is. These galas are a gold mine for PR brownie points." You say. "Just smile baby, if they ask us anything worth answering I can do the talking."

"Works for me." Bucky says leaning over the center console to kiss you quickly before getting out of the car. Bucky hands the keys to the valet as he walks around the front before opening your door. He holds out a hand to help you out and then shifts that hand to your lower back, leading you down the red carpet. You can hear a cluster of voices shouting both of your names behind the disorienting flashes but it's hard to make anything out specifically. That is until you catch one voice above the rest.

"Y/n! What's it like dating the Winter Soldier!?"

You can feel Bucky tense a bit beside you though he tries not to let it show on his face. You flash a bright smile at the sea of photographers and slip your hand behind you to quickly squeeze Bucky's.

"Oh well I wouldn't know, the Winter Soldier doesn't exist anymore." You say easily.

"Are you saying you don't think your boyfriend is dangerous!?" Another voice.

"Not any more than any other avenger. I honestly think that the most volatile of us is Tony! But- for some reason, nobody's worried about the guy who can fit rocket blasters into a briefcase- just the... guy who can punch really hard." You let out a half laugh to lighten the severity of your words but you know you've done what you were trying to do when Bucky pulls you closer subtly and the questions stop. "Ciao!" You add with a light wave. You and Bucky walk the remainder of the carpet, posing every so often until you make it inside.

"The guy who can punch really hard?" He quirks an eyebrow at you once you're inside.

"Well yeah. Don't get me wrong you're plenty dangerous- but we have a god that can summon lightening, a witch that can completely warp reality, a kid who has the strength to throw an entire airplane- and I mean Tony's just some guy comparatively however- that suit of his has military grade weapons and he could at one point carry in a briefcase, I feel like you are not the biggest threat to humanity even in this room."

"You make us all sound dangerous."

"You are. We are. Honestly, the world is just lucky Tony thinks that being a hero comes with more glory than being a villain, and the rest of us have decent moral compasses. The line between hero and villain is pretty thin and when you have abilities people don't understand you are always walking that line. They could turn us into fugitives tomorrow. That's why we do things like charity galas so that's less likely to happen."

"You know we are so lucky you're around because I don't think anyone else would care to protect us in this way." Bucky slings his arm across your shoulders, pulling you closer to him.

"True but I suppose that's the good thing about a team, everyone offers a different skill set." You shrug with a chuckle.

"You're so amazing." He says kissing your temple.

"Well I have to be, my boyfriend's pretty cool you know." You smile.

"Oh, is he?"

"Yeah, the coolest." You nod.

"He's a lucky man." Bucky chuckles. 

"Sure is. But I think I'm luckier."

I think he'd disagree."

"I'm sure. Let's go find our seats."

"I'll get us drinks first and find you at our table after." Bucky says removing his arm from your shoulder but kissing your hand before he lets you go.

"You sure?"

"I could track you down in a sea of thousands doll, go. I'll see you in a few." He says.

"Something fruity please." You tell him.

"I know what to do." He winks and walks off. You pivot towards the tables to search the name cards for your and Bucky's seats.

"Y/n, hi I'm Noah, I just wanted to say that I'm a huge fan of yours." The man, Noah, appeared pretty much out of nowhere.

"Hi Noah, thank you. Just- trying to do what's right." You smile. You'll admit you've not had many adults come up to you and say they're fans?? It's usually kids so you're not sure what's the best approach here.

"Oh you don't have to be so modest! You're a hero! You've earned every right to brag."

"I'm not really the bragging type is all." You chuckle.

"That's so honorable." He nods. You hum in response.

"I'm gonna go find my seat, but it was nice to meet you!"

"Oh did you come alone? Is someone waiting for you?" He asks.

"What?" You blink at him.

"Well just that you're usually always with the one with the arm- the soldier."

"Bucky." You say.

"Right him. I'm just surprised to see you without him." Noah shrugs.

"Oh, he's here. He went to get us drinks."

"Interesting. I'm surprised."

"By what? Like you said we're always together." You shrug.

"Yeah, right, I know I guess I just thought by now you'd wake up."

"Excuse you?" You scoff.

"Oh come on darling, you and I both know you can do way better than that killer you're with now." He smirks placing a hand on your arm.

"If you want to keep that hand I suggest you keep it to yourself because if you touch me again you won't have to worry about 'that killer I'm with' I'll end you myself." You smile back at him.

"Fiesty."

"Yes, I tend to be when you insult my loved ones. Go figure. I'm going to go find my seat now before you dig yourself a hole too deep to climb out of, enjoy your evening." You say before walking away. Perhaps you should've mitigated that without threatening him, if it reflects badly on the team you could be undoing the very thing you came here for and that's usually Tony's area of expertise, oh there's your name but I mean that guy totally had it coming he was being an absolute jerk. How dare he say-

"Found ya." Bucky kisses your cheek as he sits beside you, cutting your train of thought.

"Hey." You smile giving him a peck on the lips. "What'd you get me?"

"I forget the name but it's a vodka cran with peach and lime basically, something from their specialty menu. I thought you'd like it." He shrugs.

"I'm sure it's lovely, thank you." You tell him taking a sip. It is pretty good. "What'd you get yourself?"

"Just a whiskey." He says. "Anything fun happen while I was away?"

"Nope, I ran into some guy before I found our seats but, that's an interaction barely worth mentioning." You roll your eyes.

"Uh oh, what'd he do?"

"Doesn't matter." You say with a kiss. "Have you seen anyone else yet? It looks like none of us are at the same tables." You point out.

"I saw Tony and Pepper's place cards but they're not sitting if they're already here."

"Oh, what table are they at?" You ask.

"It's over there, and don't worry I already told the bartender that Tony is only allowed one drink." Bucky says making you giggle.

"Well, that's a relief. Let's hope he didn't prepare for that restriction." You hum.

"I think Pepper keeps him on a pretty tight leash so it shouldn't be a problem. I just figured you'd rather be safe than sorry."

"When it comes to Tony's alcohol consumption absolutely." You nod.

"Oh my god is that the winter soldier?" You hear a voice whisper next to you.

"I can't believe they let him in here." Another hushed voice responds, making your jaw clench.

"Well I'm not about to sit next to him." Voice one scoffs.

"I'm sure we can get someone to switch with us it's fine. Come on." Voice two says and the two scuttle off.

"Fucking idiots." You roll your eyes. Bucky clears his throat and takes a sip of his whiskey.

"Oh look there's Vis." Bucky points out the red synthezoid at a table a few rows away from you.

"Okay so we're here, Pepper and Tony should be, Vision and Wanda are there, isn't Steve coming? I wonder where he'll be sitting." You hum.

"I bet he's already in his seat. Look for a bunch of giggling women hovering at a table and we'll probably find him at the center."

"I wonder why they sat us all apart."

"I imagine to promote mingling. All the Avengers at one table would be rather intimidating for the rest of the gala I think. No one would approach us." He shrugs.

"Oh maybe." You hum. You pick up the program sitting on the table to get an idea of how the evening is meant to play out. They'll start with an opening address, then serve dinner, then do the auction items, and the rest of the night will be dancing and mingling. You and Bucky entertain each other at the table until someone begins the night's todos with the opening address. The speech is about five minutes long, thanking guests and talking about the importance of the cause. Dinner orders from the preselected menu are taken quickly and food is brought out within 15 minutes.

"See I told you it was him." You hear a hushed conversation, not at your table but close. Bucky's hand hovers over the fork that he had been reaching for.

"My goodness you were right. That's scary."

"And to think he has a girlfriend walking around like that." That's the line. Bucky stands from your table abruptly and storms off. You hurriedly gather your purse to follow after him but you stop at the table you'd heard the voices coming from.

"If you guys are so bored with your lives that you have nothing better to do than gossip the least you could do is keep your pathetic opinions to yourself." You scoff before walking off to track down your boyfriend.

"Bucky wait." You call when you catch up to him just outside the venue.

"I want to leave." He says.

"It's barely been an hour-"

"And in that time there have been four separate instances of people talking about me like some zoo animal who can't fucking hear them."

"Four?"

"I heard that guy telling you that you can do so much better than the 'killer you're with now', so yeah. Four."

"We'll leave." You nod. Bucky hands his ticket to the valet and it takes almost no time at all for them to bring your car around to the front.

Your drive home is silent, though you rest a comforting hand on Bucky's thigh as he drives. Back in your room at the tower is where the quiet is finally broken.

"I'm sorry." Bucky frowns.

"What on earth for?" You shake your head at him

"I totally ruined the evening. I know this was- important to you that we go." He sighs.

"Don't be ridiculous. There are enough Avengers there to represent the whole team Bucky we didn't have to go, we didn't have to stay. Plus I never want you to be somewhere you don't feel comfortable. The gala is not nearly as important to me as your feelings." You tell him.

"Everything would be so much easier if it wasn't so-"

"Bucky don't. That's a dangerous path to start down. There is nothing wrong with you."

"Stop, y/n. Stop pretending that you don't hate it. If I could still have my normal arm I-"

"Well you don't." You snap, cutting him off.

"What?" He blinks at you.

"You don't have your 'normal arm' Buck, and I didn't even know you when you did. I fell in love with you with the metal one attached to your body, and it's the only you I've ever known. How could you possibly think I hate it?"

"You heard what people were saying tonight-"

"I'm not dating any of them or their opinions. And neither are you. Who gives a fuck what they have to say about it? Don't let them decide what parts of you are worth loving." You say grabbing his face.

"Don't you get tired?"

"No. I'd happily spend the rest of my life clapping back at people's ignorant comments if it meant always coming home to you. I've fought evils those peabrains couldn't even comprehend if they tried, their narrowminded drivel means nothing to me. They're like walking talking gossip rags. Who pays those any attention?" You roll your eyes.

"I love you."

"I love you too. All of you. Even with your metal arm and your chaotic history. Don't you dare let random noise make you forget that." You poke his chest.

"Alright alright." He laughs pulling you against his chest into a hug.

***

[dykealloy]

spoilers up to the end of dressrosa arc here but. I can't stop thinking about how Law takes on Rosinante's will. Corasan freed him from Doflamingo and the marines and the world government and everyone that ever could have touched him at the time, but has Law really felt free? “Everything I do until I die represents what Corasan achieved” is sweet until you recognise that Law is willing (and planned) to go to the grave for that belief. Until Doflamingo dies there is always a part of him stuck in that treasure chest, constrained by what Law felt happened to Corasan due to him that day.

It's crazy how textbook survivors guilt victim Law is (I’m new here so I wouldn’t be surprised if this isn’t the first time this has been brought up), but let’s just quickly go over some symptoms:

Obsessive thoughts about the traumatic event ✅ (will go over this in greater detail below)

A sense of disconnection or detachment/need to isolate oneself from others ✅ (Law doesn't fully isolate himself but he definitely has his walls up at all times, though there are often subtle hints of him enjoying the company of the people he chooses to surround himself with. He is notably more reserved, emotionally unavailable, cold and distant than others around him, and watching closely you'll notice that even physically he has a tendency to situate himself three steps behind the group)

Insomnia, nightmares, flashbacks of the traumatic event ✅ (if we can assume some of his backstory expressed in Dressrosa are flashbacks, and also assuming that the perpetual eyeliner he wears are covering some pretty heavy eyebags. Also mention that the only time we see him resting is against Sunny's mast on the way to Dressrosa - and that was 1. a filler episode, and 2. if he was sleeping, it was very quickly interrupted by an attack by petplay guy - a nightmare in of itself)

Irritability and anger ✅ (though elements of this could just be attributed to Law's personality or a natural response to the straw hat's shenanigans, as well as Luffy's total inability to stick to a reasonable plan)

Feelings of despair and thoughts of suicide ✅ (that's Law's Dressrosa arc babe)

Now, there's many reasons why Law is unable to move past this guilt (an apparent lack of therapists in one piece being one of them) - but his inability to believe in unconditional love is likely the biggest offender.

Law may have started off (initially) with one of the most fortunate, stable beginnings, with a loving family and a big house in a rich country (wealth of which was built off the back of lies and corruption and the murder of innocent future generations - we'll get there). But he had a mother and a father who loved and nurtured Law (and were both highly respected doctors in their own right who citizens trusted and relied on). Law's happy beginnings really juxtapose the unfathomable horror that had been lying in wait in Flevance.

Even when shit started to hit the fan, at a very young age (<10 yrs old), Law was already stepping up and showing love for his little sister (lying to her when she was on her deathbed, knowing full well he would likely face the same fate after reading his charts, putting on a brave face for her so she wouldn't be afraid when the screams began to reach their front door, hiding her away when soldiers sieged their home and rushing to check on his parents). Given everything that happened in Flevance, it's completely understandable that, while Law will likely never forget the love his family gave him, remembering it became twisted in the lasting memories of his home — parents riddled with bullet holes. a closet holding a sick little sister waiting for him in a house engulfed by flames. stumbling through a town of friends, neighbours, just... people he used to pass by on the street, now all dead.

Seeing hell, knowing why and how it transpired, who were responsible (spoilers, the World Government; the same body that most citizens believe exist to protect them — yeah, sister "a merciful hand of salvation waiting to help" were perhaps the worst possible combination of words you could have left Law with here. Likely instrumental in having him lose his faith "I don't believe in anything anymore."), knowing he is the only survivor, and fated to die anyway due to the terminal illness that is slowly killing him because some figureheads years back were greedy and the governing powers above the figureheads were willing to cover up everything if it meant garnering a portion of wealth and maintaining influence and control. It's beyond grief, beyond rage. And there's absolutely nowhere Law can put it. No one he can retaliate against. Who could come out of hell knowing this and not want to see the world burn?

So, smart little Law escapes under a pile of bodies and goes to the one person infamously revered for being in the business of that kind of thing. And boy oh boy I can only begin to imagine how a young and impressionable Law - fresh from a genocide, with a hole in his heart and a hatred for everything still alive - had his concept of love warped whilst surviving those two years around Doflamingo and his family. A family where members are only welcome so far as they are useful to Doflamingo and his aspirations. Of course Law's going to pick up some fucked up ideas about how love works outside this little white fence he grew up and watched burn down.

Then. Enter Corazon.

Their relationship may begin on shaky legs (near-juvenicide via defenestration in a failed attempt to ward Law away from sticking around) but Corazon quickly becomes the one person in the world Law can trust and rely on again. And Rosinante can only do so much in terms of healing and guiding this broken kid (yes, his position both as Doffy's brother and as a double agent made things difficult, but need I mention he was only 26! 26 when he died!) but he showed Law kindness and compassion when he was at his lowest. He had faith in the existence of a cure that Law was long past believing. Was determined to help him, even against Law's wishes, even if it meant having Law relive his trauma over and over again. Corasan becomes incredibly important to Law, giving him a reason to live beyond just destruction and revenge.

After the rest of the world had long turned his back on him, when he had been nothing but a dying puddle of rage and self-destructive nihilism, Corasan saved Law. He told Law "Aishiteru" - a very rare way of saying "I love you", never used casually due to the depth of its meaning and the massive connotations behind it - in essence translating to "I love you so much I cannot possibly imagine life without you". There's a high likelihood that at his age, Law had never heard these words before, and probably didn't quite understand the weight of Rosinante saying it at the time.

Corasan frees Law, then he dies at the hand of Doflamingo, Rosinante's own brother.

All Rosinante wanted was for this poor kid to go on and live his life unburdened by his more than turbulent history and his connection to Doffy, but I think for all his planning, Rosinante's one critical error was well and truly underestimating how much him loving Law, and loving Law to the extent he did, would mean to that kid. Law really went from that ten year old hollow void sentiment of "why does anyone or anything at all get to exist when everything that was important to me is dead, burned to ashes and wiped off the map" to "I should have died at age thirteen and every second I've lived since then, I've only lived as a result of Corasan's efforts and as a personal affront to Doflamingo." This time, Law has a tangible, heinous 10 foot monster of a target to direct 1. his grief and anger and 2. justice for Cora towards, and this time he has the power and will to follow through. More than that, he believes Corasan sacrificed himself for him because he's a D. (someone destined to rain down destruction on the gods - Doflamingo, in this case). Corazon becomes a saint that Law dedicates the rest of his life to. Which is something that Law is not vocal about to just anyone he comes across, but is so unbelievably obvious once you know what you're looking at — his tattoos, his jolly roger, his crew, his ship, his ambitions, his beliefs, his fucking. custom-made Corazon jacket. all of it for this man that showed Law - at a time when he hated the world and everything in it - love. For all of six months. max.

And his whole life and personality and behaviour CONTINUES to be guided by this trauma — the way he's reckless with himself, his borderline self-destructive actions, the way he keeps telling himself that none of it would've been worth it unless Corasan's last wishes are fulfilled, the way he surrounds himself with bright people and soft things, the way it doesn't register that his crew genuinely loves and cares about him, the way he's terrified of losing anyone important to him again (and I would say this is one of his biggest downfalls as a Captain compared to someone like Luffy - who is just as reckless as Law is but trusts his crew, doesn't try to send them away, isn't afraid to let them grow and risk their lives for him like Law is with the heart crew), his inability to take a damn compliment. The way he doesn't understand Luffy AT ALL.

Doesn't understand that this alliance that he's brokered means nothing to Luffy because he sees him as FRIEND. No transactions or mutually beneficial pacts necessary. Doesn't get that he's the one that inadvertently asked Luffy to be his friend, thus breaking a long chain of people (mostly parental figures and siblings) abandoning or leaving Luffy behind/no one taking the first initiative to ask to be around him. Law is complete and utterly in the dark as to why someone would ever bat for him when the stakes are this high for no other reason than because they like them and care about them as a person.

Luffy, with his playground rules where he loves unconditionally and will take on the world for a friend he made five minutes ago, perplexes Law with his sheer simplicity.

When Sengoku tells Law, "Don't try to find a reason for someone's love", I do NOT think he takes it well. Because there must be a reason. There has to be. Between the two options of Corasan saving Law's life and freeing him because he believed in the will of D., or Rosinante saving him for no other reason than because Law was a kid that was loveable, and because he loved him unconditionally... everything we've learned about how Law functions up until this point suggests the former will always make more sense to him, and after everything he's been through, is most likely less painful for him to accept.

[highonmarvel]

You just let it happen

Bucky Barnes: After witnessing an ostensible but seemingly non violent crime in its outcome, you push it to the back of your mind, but the offender escalates.

An entry for Day 2 of the exciting @sintember challenge! [this is my favourite prompt, I hope you enjoy!]

Prompt: You just let it happen, ft [Biker AU] Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier of the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

“Bystander, victim or accomplice, perhaps you shouldn't have let it pass...”

warnings: dubcon!, robbery, violent crime, very mild ‘gore.�� 18+!

It’s not like you lived in the most dangerous of areas, but there’s not really a neighbourhood a reasonable woman would feel comfortable walking in alone after sunset. Despite the relatively warm air, you shiver slightly, pulling your cardigan tighter as you walk at a brisk pace down the cobbled pavement.

There’s only really one spot you’d say was explicitly ‘sketchy,’ for lack of a better term. You’ve heard a few motorcycles rev near a small gas station, but they didn’t really stick around for more than a few minutes every couple of days—you think they know the owner or something, or maybe the owner owes them something, but you’ve never really heard of them being violent—they may just very well be some regular guys who just happen to ride bikes, not every group of guys is a gang. Still, you’ve never been one for walking past more than two men at a time.

You stop in your tracks and sigh as you check your watch. It’s nearly eight, all the grocery stores are definitely closed by now, and you really need to pick some stuff up. You look up the small hill to the garage—there’s only one motorbike parked outside it, it probably doesn’t even belong to one of those guys.

You shield your eyes from the bright lights illuminating the road and gas pumps, but other than the loudness of the neon, it’s silent. The automatic doors slide open and the chill from the air conditioner causes a shiver to run down your spine as you reach to pick up a plastic basket. Unfortunately for you, you don’t notice the scene at the front of the store.

You grab a few things from the aisles, it takes less than five minutes, you anticipate being out of the store before eight strikes, but as you turn the corner to join the queue to pay, you freeze.

A tall man, broad shoulders, with his back turned to you is holding a gun up to the cashier, almost lazily, like he does this often and he’s getting bored of it. You gasp and nearly drop your things. Just as his head turns, you manage to duck behind some shelves, clasping one hand over your mouth, the other on your chest, as if you can somehow control your spiked heart rate by pressing down hard enough.

You hear the man make a curious noise behind you and cock his gun. You shut your eyes as you hear footsteps approach, like you’re a child who lives by ‘If you can’t see them, they can’t see you.’ Heavy boots come to a stop in the row behind you, and you hear a mechanical whirring of some kind. When he turns and the footsteps get lighter and lighter, you nearly want to sigh in relief, but don’t dare make a sound.

You’re not sure how long you’re hidden—realistically it can’t have been more than five minutes (robbers just wanna get in and out, right?) but it feels longer, and the hushed conversation you can barely hear over the blood thumping in your ears seems to last too long for a normal heist.

When you hear the ding of the automatic doors open and then close, you know he’s left. You risk a glance to the counter, where the owner (who’s working as the cashier) is dragging a rag across his sweaty forehead, and looking shaken, understandably so. But you don’t remember hearing the cash register open. Maybe your panic blocked it out, you could hardly hear anything with how harshly you were breathing behind your clammy hand anyway.

Should you say something? What could you do, call the cops? You don’t think he stole anything, he just had a gun, isn’t that some protected amendment in the US? Was a crime even committed? Maybe this could count as harassment, intimidation, but did you really see enough to make that call? The owner doesn’t seem hurt, just stressed out, maybe there’s other stuff going on, nothing to do with what just happened. You don’t even know what the guy looks like, and the owner isn’t making any moves to call the police, he’s not calling anyone at all, so it can’t have been that bad, can it? Maybe that guy didn’t even have a gun, and you were just seeing things because you’re tired. Yeah. Yeah, that all makes sense. It was probably nothing.

Although you’ve talked yourself into believing—realising—that you didn’t really witness anything, you still dart out the door, ignoring your name being called by the man behind the counter and leaving your basket in your hiding spot. When you get home, you shut the door firmly behind you and triple check all the locks.

***

The next day, there’s not a peep of what happened. No one in your neighbourhood seems to have heard anything about it: so you were right, nothing happened at all. Even if the cops weren’t called, you’re sure some gossip would have spread if it was a scene, but it wasn’t. You were right, it was nothing.

You feel a bit better as you go through your day, having tossed and turned the night before about whether you made the right call, but evidently you did: nothing bad happened! That is, until you’re walking home, and yellow tape is lined outside the gas station, cop cars and men with notepads gathered around the scene. You can’t help but walk up, feeling a sense of dread at what you might find.

The owner is laying on the floor in the middle of the parking lot, crimson bleeding from his head. You gasp at the sight and an officer whips around to see you. He shakes his head, tuts and sighs as he flips his notepad to a new page.

“Go home, lady,” he says, but he seems more tired than anything, almost like he was… expecting to find this. “This ain’t a safe place for a dame like you.”

You swallow hard and turn on your heel, trying to maintain a normal pace (that ends up being speedwalking, nearly running) as you near your flat. In the building, you all but fly up the stairs to get to your floor.

Oh, god, should you have said something? You can’t change yesterday, but should you turn back and say something to the cops now? Tell them what you saw, have them question you on why you didn’t say a word to anyone, let alone the authorities?

You’ve closed the door behind you and are safely in your apartment when you finally let a few tears fall. Back against the door, you dig the heels of your palms so harshly onto your eyelids colour blots your blackened vision. Oh god, oh god, oh god, what should you have done? What can you even do about this now? You really don’t know anything! If the security cameras caught something, then it would be okay, right? They’ll find the guy—you only saw him from the back but he wasn’t wearing a balaclava or anything. And if they needed you, they’d be able to find you too, right? If they could identify you on the CCTV. It’s fine. It’s all fine.

The door opens and you fall forward with a shriek. Oh, fuck, you had been so focused on your inner monologue you didn’t lock it.

You fall onto your front but manage to prop yourself up on your forearms, turning over onto your back to look up at the intruder. Your stomach sinks.

You didn’t see his face yesterday but you know this is him; even if his broad shoulders and leather jacket didn’t give it away, under what other circumstances would a man burst into your place shortly after you entered unless he was following you, and what other man would be following you except one who knew something, or knew you knew something.

The lights are off in your apartment, but the hallway ones illuminate his silhouette like he’s an axe murderer standing in your doorway. He raises his gun and you whimper, shutting your eyes and turning your head away.

“I heard you,” he finally speaks in a low voice, slightly gruff.

“I didn’t tell anyone!” you swear, tears spilling out of your eyes. “I didn’t even see anything, I couldn’t even see anything, I swear!” you cry in between deep breaths.

And you’re sure you imagined a snort. You look up in horror, expecting to hear a bullet fly. But you hear… a laugh?

“I’m sorry,” he apologises and straightens his posture. He flips the light switch on and you see his face: his teeth sink into his plump lower lip, and he tries and fails to suppress a smile, “I’m sorry!” he apologises again, this time he laughs out loud, and you realise he’s apologising not for the situation, but that he can’t keep a straight face about it. “Sorry, it’s just—I could hear you, you know.” He steps closer and you back away again, shuffling on your forearms because you’re not sure if your legs will be able to carry you if you tried to stand, let alone run. He lets his brow drop into something like faux concern as he looks down on you with steel blue eyes. “Your pretty little heartbeat,” he murmurs, eyes briefly raking your form. “I can hear it now.”

Okay, you know you’re heart rate’s got to be in the 300s, but he can’t hear it… can he?

He raises a gloved hand, and for a moment you assume he’s going to cock his gun, and you brace yourself, but instead he sighs as he turns it over, looking at the back of the glove, and you furrow your brows in confusion. He twirls the gun and tucks it safely into his waistband so he can use his free hand to reveal… a metal hand? That must have been the mechanical whirring you heard last night. You tilt your head at it as he flexes the fingers, and somehow, this arm seems more dangerous than the gun.

“Relax,” he scoffs when he notices you staring at it as he pulls the glove off his other hand. “It’s not gonna feel good if I’ve got these on, now, is it.” He moves to stand over you, and you’re paralysed by fear. You’re not quite comprehending what he’s getting at until he winks at you. “And you won’t be telling anyone about this either.”

You finally manage to scramble to your feet but stumble back a few paces, your back hitting your bedroom door at the end of the corridor. He stalks towards you and you find it in you to speak again, ignoring how the shakiness to your tone has you seeming like helpless prey cowering in a corner. “You—you need to leave,” you try, as if a criminal is suddenly going to change his ways at a command.

“Come on,” he groans as he fishes his gun back out of his pocket with his right hand, pointing it at your thigh. You still when he finally comes to a stop way too close to you for comfort, or even a little relief. “This isn’t a punishment,” he sighs as he kicks your legs apart, and you grab onto his shoulders to steady yourself. You watch him with wide eyes as he pops his metal fingers into his mouth and smiles at you. “Don’t be difficult, and you’ll see how good this can feel.”

You shut your eyes when you feel the cool metal graze over your folds, slightly covered in saliva. When you tense, he whispers, “Relax.” and presses the gun into your thigh. You reluctantly unclench as he slowly drags his fingers along your folds before pressing his thumb onto your clit, making you gasp and dig your nails into his skin, to which he just hums in delight.

You can’t help the wetness that slowly gathers as he rubs rhythmic circles over your clit, gently dragging his fingers back and forth until they’re coated with slick. You clench again to try to keep him from breaching your entrance. “I know you feel bad,” he coos, but doesn’t let up on his assault, “But just let this happen. Yesterday… you just let it happen.”

He presses a kiss to your cheek when he finally slips a finger inside you, and you involuntarily adjust to him. “There you go, good job,” he praises, ignoring the tear that falls onto his lip. When he slips another finger into you, you cry out and throw your arms over his shoulders, burying your face against him to muffle the quiet moans you can’t control, urging him closer to you, and pressing the metal of the gun harder into your thigh, making an indent you’re sure you’ll see the mark of tomorrow.

You feel your stomach tense as the bubble builds and builds, and when you finally let go, throwing your head back with a frustrated groan, he nuzzles his face into your neck. You feel him smile against you as you push at his shoulders trying to get him off of you, or even just to relent his fingers still dragging in and out of you even as your legs wobble, hardly keeping you up, and your aftershocks start to reach a level of intensity that’s bordering on painful.

“Just let it happen…”

✪

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[hopesallwegotleft]

Rings

Prompt #5: Rings Words: 828 Summary: Salim is settling into his life in England (or is he?) and his feelings for Jason continue to grow from where the previous part left of (and maybe Jason's feelings for Salim are too).

Little more than half an hour past midnight, a modest drizzle still falls from the overcast sky outside, pattering against the panes of Salim’s bedroom window. British weather, Salim thinks, tugging the covers a little higher as he reads by the low glow of his bedside lamp. 

At least it’s good for the soil of his vegetable patch. In a week, he could already start germinating pumpkin seeds, though he’s not sure he will. Ever since he became a soldier and they forced a gun into his hands, he has liked to garden. To tend to crops and watch plants take root, carefully developing from simple seeds, then growing until they flourish, beautiful and green under the sun. A bit of life created by his hands. But seeing a batch of pumpkin gourds now would ache, a painful, stinging reminder of the home he’s had to leave behind. 

Or perhaps it would be just what he needs. A constant in the whirlwind of change his life has been these past months. It’s a thought for another time, definitely for after he has finished this novel.

But the raindrops keep tapping against his windows, sounding muted and far away, mimicking the tranquil rhythm of a lullaby. One he can listen to with his eyes closed, he thinks then, his body supine and wrapped snug in a blanket, until sleep takes him. He can let his thoughts focus on the music while his worries drift away, like how he did with his faithful radio. It always made him feel less alone.

Decision made, he uses a single hand to close the hardcover he was trying to enjoy, then stows it away on the bedside table. Just as he reaches over to switch off the light, an electronic trill of alternating tones from the other side of the lamp cuts in.

His phone rings, interrupting his plans.

The weariness of a long day that had settled into his very bones begins to fade. Only one person calls him at this time of night.

"Hello, Jason," he greets once he picks up the phone. He scoots up the mattress, nestling into the pillow he set between his back and the headboard of his bed until he feels comfortable. “Did you enjoy your supper?”

"Shit, Salim," Jason’s familiar drawl sounds over the phone. “Don't let me keep you from getting your beauty sleep,” Jason continues, immediately realizing why Salim knows it's him. The six hour time difference between them has become ingrained knowledge for both of them, just like the other’s phone number.

He smiles at the cordless handset and makes a thoughtful noise. “The mirror on my wall assures me I don’t need it.”

On the other end of the line, Jason huffs a subtle laugh. “Yeah?” he asks, his tone taking on an amused register, like it often does when Salim jokes around with him. It makes a warm joy take root in Salim’s chest, sinking deeper and deeper. Sounding part delighted, part teasing, Jason continues, “And how’s merry old England been treating the fairest of ‘em all?”  

“The only time I see the sun here is in the newspaper stands.”

“Yeah, that sounds about right.”

“Mhm,” he confirms. “Zain tells me it’s even worse in Highgate. Still, I think I may have seen more sunlight in a single week in Iraq,” he says, his throat tight, his tongue almost tripping on the next word as he switches back from the single word of Arabic to English, “than I have all these months in England.”

There seems to be a fraction of a pause before Jason responds, “You’re gonna adapt.” The words aren’t dismissive. Although Jason is a hotheaded US Marine and the topic of their conversation could hardly be more insipid than rainy weather, Jason commiserates with him. Coming from Jason, it sounds like a promise, reassuring him this chasm-deep yearning he feels for his homeland will eventually be filled with new memories. “It’ll give you a chance to practice that green thumb of yours.”

He hesitates, shifting his grip on his phone, then relates his doubts to Jason. 

Jason’s response is immediate, his words curt but heavy with impact. “I’m comin’ over. When’s good for you?”

Not beating around the bush, Jason doesn’t palter about whether Salim likes the idea of him visiting — because Salim wants him to, and Jason intuits that — or whether it might be good for him to drop by.

Salim squeezes his eyes shut for a second. This time, his throat is tight with all the love he feels for this man and his rare beauty. To think Jason knows him this well, that Jason will set aside time and travel the world solely for him. “Okay,” he agrees, sharing his schedule so they can decide on a date. 

Jason promises he’ll inform him of the details of his flight to England, to him. Already, Salim looks forward to the next time his phone rings.

[violetinkclouds]

Any Genesis headcanons? >:)

Oh, absolutely~ :3c

 

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• I'm just gonna start out with that Genesis Rhapsodos is simultaneously the most romantic and one of the kinkiest individuals in Soldier.

• Pet names make him melt.

He's good about hiding it in public, covering it up with doubling down on his own flirting, but he gets called a loving endearment or sees a note written addressing him with something that isn't some form of his name? Oh, that man is about to do something he didn't think was possible; he falls even more in love with his partner(s).

• Dumbapples aren't just his favourite food, they're his safe and comfort food, too. The texture to the sensation to the taste. It's something that doesn't irritate him in any way.

This comes partially from when he was frequently sick as a child, it was often the only thing he could stomach — and that was something, considering the toll being so ill took on him physically and mentally. His tastebuds and nerves went through just as much hell as the rest of him.

• He doesn't like his hair being messed with, but he doesn't mind it being played with. There is a definite difference. Having someone card their hand through his hair in a moment of privacy and intimacy is far different than coming up behind and ruffling his hair without his permission.

• He doesn't trust easily, not for his sake or for others who he considers his. If that trust is betrayed? That bridge isn't burned, it's in a state of perpetual floating fire.

I don't mean for a little white lie or secret kept for safety, I mean something big, life altering and painful. Something that tramples all over boundaries. He can forgive a lot of things, regardless with what those who don't know him think, but that kind of betrayal is not one of them. Not easily and depending on what it is, maybe not ever.

• Like trust and consent, Genesis is big on boundaries and equality. He dealt with his share of "meathead hazing" when he was a cadet and he nips that in the bud something fierce.

As much as it is an equality and trust thing, it's also a common sense thing. Why would you treat your squadmate, someone who's supposed to have your back, terribly? How is anyone supposed to trust you if you constantly abuse them?

• He's a fucking nerd, don't let him fool you.

It's spread across several interests, so it's well hidden and passes for just being worldly knowledgable.

.....yeah, mayhaps, but also Genesis Rhapsodos is a huge fucking nerd. <3

 

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There's probably more, definitely more, but my brain gremlins are quieting down atm. If you want more or have a particular subject to focus on for any character or even in general, please do feel free to send another ask!

Stars above know I've sent you plenty~ xD

[tobiasdrake]

The Hundred Line: Last Defense Academy 30 - The Smell of Sunlight

This morning, Hiruko had a banger of an announcement to make. In the sense that if this was a Danganronpa then we would definitely find her corpse by day's end. But this is not a Danganronpa. Be afraid.

Yeah, I don't think that's going to sit well with anyone, chief. We just got rid of an overlord. We don't need a second one.

Oh, I already hate where this is going. That one sentence about casting away sentiments already makes me miss Sirei.

At least consider the hand puppet idea. You can be a cruel taskmaster when it's your turn with the Sirei Puppet.

I don't think you understand how people think, Terror-senpai. This is not very motivating.

Yeah, I'm still worried about that stuff you said about how the Holdouts will regret holding out. What exactly do you have planned to make them fight, and how much worse is it going to be than Sirei starving them?

It is not.

The logic behind the Drill Sergeant approach is that once you break a person down, destroying them emotionally and psychologically, you're left with a pile of raw materials that you can mold into a perfect soldier.

But in practice, it's just as often true that people who are broken down don't become stronger for it; They just break. There is no mathematical formula for the volume of screaming in his face and the correct number of kicks to the sternum that will cause someone like Gaku to turn into Takemaru.

Look at the one Holdout we actually got to convert. Eito's doing drugs with us now, and the way that happened was through empathy, loyalty, and friendship. He came around because we gave him something worth fighting for.

And Hiruko didn't want to do that! She opted out of the one Holdout success story we have. I don't think that qualifies her to get the other five in line.

There is some logic to the Drill Sergeant approach. The logic is that if you can't handle being screamed at, then you're not going to be able to handle being shot at. People who will break under pressure can be identified and weeded out, to be replaced by people who thrive in that environment.

We don't have the luxury of being able to send Shouma and the others home and just get five new recruits. If they crack, then we'll just be stuck with the consequences of them cracking.

This is going to do more harm than good. And might actually get Terror-senpai killed.

In any case, Free Time just opened up. Takemaru's mad about his pudding again. Darumi's looking for a movie buddy but we haven't had a chance to hang out with Eito yet so let's do that.

What, did you just dangle it over the fence? Can you do that?

I'm spoiled by laundry machines. I actually don't know anything about hand-washing clothing.

Sunlight doesn't have a....

...

At least I think it...

...is that a thing?

Takumi's main takeaway from this is that Eito is a domestic person.

My main takeaway is that sunlight has a distinct smell. What the fuck.

Anyways, we got Calculation and Analysis points from that. Takumi's domesticity exercise Mathematics skills. Similar to Hiruko's art appreciation exercising Analysis, I'm pleasantly surprised with how much care is being put into practical usage of what we often consider to be a cold and logical study.

Now for my second block of free time, Eito's still doing laundry and Takumi's still mad about pudding but Darumi's in the kitchen having snack time so let's go see what's up with her.

Yeah, that makes sense. Better to have a short and satisfying life, amirite?

Yup.

Yeah, I see where you're coming from, Darumi. Although I may disagree with you on the merits of some of the choices made with V3 and some of the presentation, there is no denying that it truly was a spectacular pyre.

Yeah, I know. I did file a complaint with Sirei about the lack of entertainment venues in the facility but he died before he could get back to me. Fucking rude if you ask me.

[xkaidaxxxx]

BEFORE THE RUMBLING!!

Levi x Reader

Mentions: angst, pregnancy, and fluff

Random story I just created

More than likely to have errors it’s 1:50am and I’m TIRED.

Instagram: Cornerofdesires (artist)

Levi x Reader

Things have been always out of control in paradis. You and Levi have been together in secret. Yes he was a busy man however he had the time to build a hidden home. Had the time to visit you as much as he could. It was often.

“It’s been awhile..” you said twiddling with your fingers. “ I know. I’m glad you’re safe” he said suddenly holding you tight. “I have something to confess.” You spoke. Levi stepped back. He started to panic.

Many thoughts ran through his head.

“Maybe she found someone else?”

“ maybe I don’t make her happy enough?”

“ Did I do something wrong?”

“ She probably hates that I haven’t visited her in a month”

“Does she want to kill me?”

“ she doesn’t love me anymore?”

He calmed himself down. “Yes? What is it?” He said with a calm voice. You placed your hand on you lower tummy. A barely visible bump. “ I’m pregnant.” He chuckled. “No you’re not.” You got angry and slapped him. “I’m pregnant!” You yelled . “ you can’t be. Not right now. Not with all of this shit going on.” He said sternly yet crying. Crying because he knew he wouldn’t be around 24/7 during your pregnancy. Worried something can happen to you. He’s lost almost everyone he’s cared for. “ Why are you crying?” You asked wiping his tears away. “You c-can’t be. I’m happy yes. That we’re together. That I’ll be a father but I’m scared something might happen to you. I promise I’ll be here as much as I can. I love you.” He spoke holding your hands. “ I love you Levi. Calm down. We will get through this together.”

Soon enough years later Levi informed Hange about you. She was shocked.

“Hey little guy copy and paste. Very strange how genes work.” She spoke. “ Hi lady” he replied sitting on your lap. “This is my wife. Y/n Ackerman and our son Levi Ackerman jr.” Levi said flicking hanges forehead.

Hange wished Erwin could’ve met you and your son. Erwin knew, Levi told him as soon as he got back to work after you had told him. Which is the reason he would come home a lot more often during your pregnancy. Erwin met him only twice. At a year old and at 3yrs.

“ what’s that?” Levi asked. Hange burst out in excitement “ some gifts for the baby!” She replied

You opened the big box. There were a lot of baby supplies and toys. Your eyes widened when you saw a fake mini odm gear.

“ maybe he’ll be interested to join the scouts one day.” She said. Levi quickly spoke. “ there won’t be any need of him thinking about joining. I’m sure everything will be fine by then.”

He rubbed your back giving you a peck on the cheek.

Time went by. Levi left early in the morning. Leaving a letter behind.

My dearest y/n,

I won’t be back home for a while. A few weeks? Months? You need to stay strong. Not only for yourself but for our child. I’ve left many supplies for emergencies along with more hunting materials in the cellar.I love you and our baby boy very much, more than anything. I’ll be thinking about you and Levi Jr everyday like I always do. My beautiful family. I promise this world will change soon.

Ps,

When you get lonely think of me and you’ll definitely release. ;)

Love you my dearest y/n

Love you my wonderful son

You read the letter with a smile and tears slipping. Levi can always make you laugh with his dirty words. You knew he’d come back even though you worry 24/7 when he’s gone.

It’s been a 1 1/2 year. Levi hadn’t come home. You had come to the conclusion that he’s dead. You were heartbroken and Levi jr knew something was bothering you. He’d ask frequently about his father and your responses were along the lines of the military is a work that takes up a lot of time. That his dad was humanity’s strongest soldier.

Since you lived in a hidden part of paradis there wasn’t much you knew. The last thing you knew was the scouts infiltrating Marley as Levi had said when he returned then left.

Another few months went by. You were going insane. Crying everyday when your son was asleep.

“ He’s gone and left me alone. Humanity’s strongest soldier.. it was all a lie.” You cried into his coat. Your heart couldn’t take it anymore. “ how could you do this to me. You promised you’d come home. To our son and I.” Your body trembled and your knees gave out on you. Your body touched the ground. “ m-mama!” Your son cried seeing you fall. He looked around trying to find a way to help you. “ mama wait!” He yelled grabbing a cloth from the table and pulled the chair out. “ up mama up. You can do it.” He held your hand.

Flashback

“Up y/n up. You can do it.” Levi said with a tch afterwards. You had just fallen due to tripping hard. You cried as he held your hand.

“There mama see you’re good.” Levi jr said as you sat down on the chair. It’s crazy how he’s identical to Levi. You remember what his letter said. “You need to stay strong. Not only for yourself but for our child.”

That got you back on track.

“Why are you crying mama?” He asked as you picked him up. “ I miss daddy that’s all. He should be home soon.” You replied. You did miss him but in your mind he wasn’t coming back. Not at all. He was K.I.A. “He’s coming home! Really!? My birthday is next week! so cool!” He was so excited. Full of hope and faith that his father would come home just in time for his 5th birthday.

The day of Levi jr’s 4th birthday was such a sad event. His dad was a no show. He still ate a pie you baked. You still sung his Happy Birthday. He still got a great gift. You always make them. After awhile Levi jr stopped asking for his father. He didn’t care about him.

Another year passed.

He was more focused on learning from his teacher, you. He learned how to read, write and learned many other subjects. He eventually helped you do cute little tasks around the house.

Setting up the table

Organizing your books

Clean up his toys

Help you sweep. (Didn’t do it 100% right but you appreciated the help)

You were slowly forgetting Levi. Getting used to living calmly with your little boy. Happy. “Mama it’s almost lunch time.” Levi jr said excitedly. Lunch is his favorite meal of the day. You walked outside shooting a goose. “Sweetheart wait here.” You ordered him. You walked over to pick up lunch. “ Hello ma’am?” A man spoke you quickly grabbed the arrow you shot the goose with and held it to his throat. He had beautiful ocean blue eyes and blonde hair. “Come back here and I’ll make sure you won’t live to see another day.” You spoke. “ Are you Y/n Ackerman?” He asked with a gulp following after. “ What’s your business?” You replied pressing the tip of the arrow enough to prick his neck. “ I’m Armin Arlert your husband is asking for you. There was a war. He was injured. It took awhile for him to recover. He asked me to come here until he was fully recovered. Here I am.” He said.

Levi jr quickly ran outside cutting the back of Armins knees. Not deeply enough to cause damage. You taught him how to defend himself. Armin hissed. Then looked at the little guy.

“Levi was correct. Copy and paste.” He spoke.

“ w-where is he now?” You asked carrying jr. “Good job Levi. You’re doing great.” Armin looked confused but then realized it’s important to fight. “Back at his house. Everything is peaceful now without the titans.”

You invited Armin into the house. As you cleaned his wounds he explained everything. You were still cautious so you kept a knife close by.

“ y/n?” Levi spoke. You saw him. His injuries. His fingers, he has faint scars on his face and his eye was white. He’s in a wheelchair so his leg must be broken. “Levi!” You spoke bending down to hug him tight. Your body shook. You couldn’t believe you were touching him. “You piece of shit. God I’ve missed so much. I love you.” You cried. “ I love you. I’ve missed you all along. I’m sorry I ended up like this.” He replied. You let him go. “ it doesn’t matter. I’m glad you’re safe. You’re wi-” you got interrupted. “ Mama!!” You turned and saw Armin chasing Levi jr. You giggled as he hugged your waist.

He immediately went silent as he saw his father. He starred at him looking at his facial features. He noticed how identical they looked.

“D-Dada?” He spoke with his hands trembling as they held your long skirt. “ yeah bud it’s me. You’ve grown so much.” Levi replied tears slipping.

Levi jr burst out in tears jumping onto his father’s lap. Levi held him close. “Dada you never came home. Mama cried everyday.” You frowned. You thought he never heard you. “ you stayed strong for mama?” He asked. Levi jr nodded giving him a bright smile. “Yes and for me too. We both did our best everyday! Cleaning and hunting and school!” He giggled. Levi pecked his cheek stating “From now on I’ll always be here with you both. I love you my son and my dearest wife.” You couldn’t help but cry.

“We love you too d-dada so much” Levi jr said with a sniffle.

As time went by you and your family were happy. Everyday was full of craziness. Some days weren’t perfect but they were beautiful.

The Ackerman family grew. You now have 2 boys and a little girl. The new house you guys lived in was amazing.

Later on you guys got a cat.

Life for the Ackerman Family was finally peaceful.

Kids Names ( levi wanted a L babies)

Levi Ackerman Jr

Lonny Ackerman

Lilly Ackerman

Cats name

Sparkles

[areallivegirl7]

a mission of liberation. 1995. pt.2

Pairing: Winter Soldier x Red Guardian

Warnings: none, so far.

Summary: Four years after meeting the Winter Soldier, Alexi Shostakov finds himself face to face with the man he once knew. SHIELD assigns him the mission to find and liberate him.

Word Count: 1.9k

notes: i definitely have a more coherent vision for where i want this to go, and also, i think this is some of my more vibrant writing for some reason. it might even be too wordy. As always, this is unedited. and now i know how to spell alexei.

Also, I still am not sure exactly how tumblr works. But i do know I LOVE it here.

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The sound of red dodge balls bouncing off of the gym floor echoed almost a thousand times over as the children whooped and hollered during the game that Alexei usually loved to play. Under his smile he had to plaster on like paint that day, he wondered if this would be the last time he saw it. 

And how much he was going to miss it if he failed. 

Living a double life wasn’t easy, especially one this dangerous. He didn’t like to think about what would happen if he was tracked down by someone who wanted vengeance and decided to use the kids as a ploy against him. 

Alexei seemed to get along better with kids than adults, and sometimes, many times, he wished that wasn’t so. He was often not taken very seriously. Of course, this always worked in his favor- as no one would expect the childish man to be a very dangerous ex-communist super-soldier on the weekends. 

But he could sense that with this mission, everything could change. 

“Alright kids, gather 'round’, your favorite teacher has something to say!” Alexei said enthusiastically in his faux american dad accent after blowing the whistle to signify the end of their game. It wasn’t done with great joy on his end. 

The sweaty, stinky, disheveled kids wiped their wild hair from their cherry red foreheads and slunk down to the ground, heaving as they tried to keep their eyes on the not-so-favorite teacher. How was a super soldier supposed to know when kids are overworked?

Once they were all settled, Alexei pulled a chair in front of him, straddling it’s blue plastic as he attempted to spin a rouge dodge ball on his fingers, brutally failing and knocking a kid in the face. “Oh, dear- I am so sorry- Um. Anyways. You all will be getting a substitute tomorrow. I know- I know-” he paused, holding up his flat palms, “do not cry. I have to visit my poor sick mother in… Nebraska. She’s ill with fevers and chills and the tummy…” 

The children all gave an array of expressions- from overjoyed to grossed out.  

“Don’t let this discourage you, children, I will be back by Monday, and then, schools are out for the summer! You can still play dodgeball on your own because I know that’s what you’ll all miss most-” he rambled, trying not to meet eyes with the poor girl he’d accidentally hit with the dodgeball, so much so that he didn’t notice a member of school staff appear behind him. 

The woman cleared her throat, causing Alexei to jump violently, knocking over the chair he was sitting on and assuming a fighting pose, making all of the kids roar with laughter when he almost slipped. Even the wicked looking woman cracked a bit of a smile- but Alexei knew it wasn’t a compassionate one. 

Sure, being the fool was great for undercover, but he didn’t know how much more of this he could take. 

“Bob Toledo…?” she inquired, her voice flat, staring at him coldly through her small glasses. “your friend is here, he says it’s urgent. Something about coney island. And that’s not just me paraphrasing, he said “something about coney island”.” She held up two slender fingers and made quotation marks. 

“Tell him I’ll be there in a second, I’m telling my kids goodbye!” he smiled, turning back to the kids, picking up the chair he knocked over. “Now- like I was saying… I know very well the thing you’ll miss the most is these talks of ours, where I share a good life lesson. This is a good teaching moment, kids, because sometimes, people you love… they get sick-” 

“I told you not to come in here!” The staff member scolded, cutting off Alexei once more and clicking her heels past him urgently toward the entrance. 

Alexei turned his head to see his friend, one of the key members in his reckoning only a few years ago, Bill Foster, walking through the door, his face grave with urgency as he ignored the warnings of the staff member. 

“Bob, we need to go, now,” Bill pleaded, his composure stiff with focus as the staff member continued to talk about rules and regulations. “You’re running out of time… it’s only a matter of hours until…” 

Alexei smiled, politely, nodding his head toward the kids, who now all had the same expression, months wide like a fish, true fear in their eyes at the events that were unfolding among their very young eyes. “Alright kids, have a nice weekend!” 

Once they were walking through the early May sun in the shouldering hot parking lot, Bill began to express the matters of his concerns more deeply, although Alexei should’ve spent more time explaining that his mother was going to be fine. This would not look good to the principal if she found out Alexei was giving the children mortality epiphanies. 

“We were working on luring him in, and maybe making some deals with people on the outside, but it turns out, he was spotted in upstate New York not long ago. We’re still investigating, as he disappeared without a trace, typical, but you need to be ready for whenever he’s seen again. Prepare an ambush,” He rambled, brushing off his coat. 

“No, we need to lure him out again! We must think smarter, smarter than we have ever thought before,” Alexei exclaimed. “And before Monday. You have made a scene, Agen- I mean, Mr. Foster, they will be suspicious of me and then I will lose my perfect American dream! That would be an American nightmare.” 

Bill Foster looked at him suspiciously, opening the door to his car after pressing the key fob to unlock it. “We’ve been looking for this man for about twenty years now, Alexei, we can’t just “think harder” about it.” 

After nearly bumping his head on the door frame of Bill’s car, Alexei jumped into the seat, digging a snack from the pocket of his cargo shorts. “Yes, but, you are forgetting something…” He said in a sing-song voice, returning to his russian accent, peeling back the wrapper on his dunkaroos. “You did not have this brain.” 

At that, all of his dunkaroos flung from the packaging during a wave of clumsiness and all over Bill’s car. “Okay. I’m not sure… That would be of much help…” He said, looking at Alexei with some form of… disgust, barely. Alexei noticed and continued to inspect his reaction as he started the car. 

“I am just excited, no need to insult my intelligence… Especially not about something you know absolutely nothing about,” Alexei said, using his arm to sweep some of the cookies from the dash and back into the package. “And, what do you know-” he poked, slipping back into an American accent, “-it’s in the field we’re specializing in.” 

Bill raised an eyebrow at him, stopping the car as he backed out of his parking spot.  “Are you implying you know something about the Red Room that you haven’t shared with us? You shouldn’t harbor important secrets that would benefit the well-being of-” he paused, noticing that Alexei was mocking him. “How can we trust you!?” 

“It never came up- no one asked me!” Alexei defended, stumbling through his words, his shoulders stiffening with deranged fear. “Please don’t take away my life!” 

Bill shook his head, fully backing out of the parking space as he tried to keep his cool. “Okay, Alexei, I won’t report this to anyone, but you better be sure to tell me everything you know about the red room’s plans, that way it would be easier to draw them in. And we can stop him from killing anymore people.”

“And-!” Alexei added, very loudly, “We can free him. We can stop him from what he cannot control himself from doing.” 

The car went silent, Alexei’s everlasting light dispersing in the atmosphere as he silently remembered when The Coney Island Hero resisted his conditioning. He was a person. He was human. And he could choose whether or not to kill someone- and he chose not to kill Alexei. And for that, he was going to free him and make sure he would never be used again. 

“I knew him. For four days, five days… I don’t remember. Felt like years. But I knew him. The Red Room killed The Coney Island Hero. It is hard to even want revenge- I only care about freeing him,” Alexei muttered, relaxing his shoulders and taking a shaky breath. 

Bill took a few moments to respond, making Alexei’s heart beat quickly under his collared gym uniform. Did he say something wrong? Did he sound too… emotional? “I’m sorry- I didn’t realize how close you two became while… going on a mission for communism and nazis.”

Alexei forced a laugh, still feeling the sweat pool on his forehead under his baseball cap. “We all make mistakes… But he didn’t know any better. I did.” 

“Well then, our first step of action, you tell me what The Red Room’s goal is,” Bill said, gripping the steering wheel tightly as they steered onto an interstate. “And our second step is setting up the perfect trap.” 

The next day, after Alexei spilt everything he knew about The Red Room to Bill,  they called a meeting with a group of Agent’s to discuss the upcoming project, coded M21, after the first date of Spring. Alexei came up with it himself, him being the only one to chuckle at the “joke” he made. Bill took it seriously and praised him on coming up with a good codename. 

“Alright, before we go in, just tell them everything they need to know and they will help us, alright? I spent all night on this file for you to read from. We’re running out of time until you have to go back to being a teacher,” Bill ordered just before walking into the room of about seven skilled members of SHIELD specialized in tactical planning. 

They were appointed by Peggy herself. Alexei and Bill were supposed to have the meeting the day before, but Alexei took too much time adding new details and fumbling through practice “speeches” as he insisted on calling them, that the meeting had to be rescheduled to 6 in the morning. 

Alexei didn’t do well in the morning.

“Yes, sure, okay, you got it- now let’s get this party started, okay? Okay,” He said, throwing open the doors, Bill following closely behind with a smile, true fear underlying underneath his grin. First impressions mattered. He didn’t want to be stuck with people who didn’t take him seriously, and didn’t believe the winter soldier had been brainwashed. 

Alexei waved a red gloved hand at the Agents, giving a true smile, nervously fumbling around as he opened his mouth to speak, but then realized he had forgotten to take the file from Bill before they walked in. Thankfully, Bill noticed this and awkwardly stood behind him until he had his attention to give him it. 

“Sorry. It is morning. I did not wish you a good morning because, well, it is not a good morning. It has not been a good morning because my friend is killing people.”

Bill stumbled into his chair, rubbing his forehead as he looked around, only one thought going through his head. “If he’s supposed to be taken seriously, then this mission is doomed.”

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part three out now

[hn-undercover-9503]

Any treebark headcannons for One Piece? Or even just them separately if its spoiler territory?

Oh absolutely :D

So, this au mimics the events of Third Life (pretty much to a T) for a long time, Martyn played nice with Ren while trying to figure out a way to escape the ship, but before he can do that they were attacked by Etho's crew, and Ren basically let them take whatever they want, at which point Martyn's thought process is essentially, "Oh my fucking God he is so pathetic, why was I ever scared of this guy" and yells at him; this same incident provokes Ren to stand up to Scar when HIS crew corners them, and by then Martyn was basically like, "I can't leave now, this idiot's gonna get himself flayed alive" and then Martyn got dragged into a pirate war :)

Ren had already developed the biggest crush on Martyn while the other was actively scheming how to kill him and get off the ship; he did not realize he was crushing until wayyyyyy later lol

Martyn hated Ren for a while--like, genuinely months he went around playing nice with him while plotting an assassination attempt behind closed doors; every scheme he came up with was even wilder than the last (he never went through with any of them)

When they eventually do come to trust each other (this would be after Ren stands up to Scar) they find they actually work incredibly well as a fighting team, to the point even Ren's crew are impressed by how well they end up meshing together

Ren has seen Martyn donning the sniper role exactly ONE time, and only for an emergency situation, but it's literally never left his mind; he thinks Martyn being a sniper is one of the most gorgeous things he's ever seen in his life (he's so down bad it's not even funny)

Ren's moon transformation form is different from his usual transformation forms, in that he's basically just a full wolf; Martyn really...REALLY likes this form (wolf Ren is very cuddly, but especially to Martyn)

aaaand a few separate headcanons! for fun!!

Martyn Things:

Martyn has a huge burn scar on his hand, from a gunpowder explosion when he was playing with a pistol as a kid--no gun safety in my imaginary pirate world, everyone (he also stole this gun from his village's mayor, and almost got arrested for it at age 10)

Martyn taught himself how to shoot, and is actually a really good sniper--he almost never does that, though, because he finds it excruciatingly boring

Martyn has never actually killed anybody, despite what he'd have you believe; he's never shot to kill, only to incapacitate

Martyn's never liked the Marines because when he was a kid he would always butt heads with the local base soldiers, and got detained by them a lot--never seriously, but he definitely had a reputation

When word got out that Martyn was working with the Red King, the Marines from around his childhood village all claimed they knew all along (they did not)

Martyn, funnily enough, is more of a cat person; Ren is devastated

Ren Things:

Ren was born into piracy, and has always lived on board a ship; he didn't actually intend to become a devil fruit user, when he was really young, his crew raided a Marine ship carrying lots of valuables to a main base, one of which was the Lycaon model of the Inu-Inu no mi--Ren got into the loot and ate the fruit because, quote, "It looked delicious! ...it wasn't."

Ren LOOOOOVESS dogs; everybody thinks it's just a bit because of his devil fruit, but Ren's just always loved dogs; he's never actually owned one, though--his dream is to adopt three of them when he eventually retires from pirate life

Because he grew up on a pirate ship, Ren's conversation and people skills are pretty, um...unique lol this man would not know subtlety if it slapped him in the face

Ren is genuinely very popular, although he doesn't really know how or why, and more often than not he deflects romantic advances without even realizing they're happening; his crew finds it very funny; so when he eventually DOES end up falling in love with Martyn, most of them are convinced it's some elaborate prank

Similar to Luffy, Ren has an incredible sense for people--he's almost always right when it comes to people's intentions; the issue is (at least until Martyn) that he's usually too nice to do much about it)