#rip doc's belly button piercing it got ripped out

[elodee]

So Doc had a belly button piercing when he was younger

[the1918]

evanstan. abo. mpreg sebby and mildly overbearing chris would be absolutely fantastic.

I know this ask is from a long time ago when I was taking prompts to pick an mpreg fic to write (which I am writing— recovering!Bucky A/B/O). But I was having some Thoughts about this and kind of ended up with an alpha!Chris x omega!Seb head canon and I’m very happy about that because there is honestly not enough Evanstan A/B/O in the world? (Preface: This head canon is completely independent of my ‘normal’ Evanstan RPF stuff)

warning: fluff and smut ahoy!

Alright so Chris Evans puts a baby in Sebastian Stan let’s do this:

It’s a huge moment when they finally get that positive pregnancy test...

They’d been trying for a worryingly long time and Seb had become convinced that they waited too long, that he was almost 40 now and he was too old to carry a baby.

I’m picturing a lot of Chris laying on the praise and comfort through the shared disappointment of all those negative tests, a lot of “no, no baby you’re perfect, I just need to do more next heat, need to knot you up even better next time, okay?”

Chris is so proud and ecstatic when it finally happens that it all kind of funnels into arousal and he goes and sweeps a crying Seb off his feet like he isn’t a fully grown man, lays him down in their bed and rips off Seb’s clothes without hardly taking his own off.

He presses Seb’s thighs into his chest and fucks his husband like that so he can rub hands all over his still-flat belly and let his mouth run away with “can’t wait to see you all big with our kid, with my kid” and “wish I could put another in you right now, just like this, just like this, just take it”.

The first trimester is kind of hell for them both, and not just because Seb’s got the absolute worst morning sickness.

To be honest I absolutely lol’d @ ‘mildly overbearing’ in the prompt because who are we kidding? Chris would be intensely overbearing until Seb finally has to tell him to tone it the fuck down.

Chris is constantly telling Seb to take it easy and swooping in literally anytime he sees Seb trying to move an object that weighs more than 10 pounds, which is all well and cute and a little charming at first... but then they end up in a massive shouting match the day that Chris implies Seb should quit weight training completely. Massive. Seb tells Chris that he “could never understand how hard it is for an omega actor to keep on muscle between jobs, to be worried you won’t ever get another alpha role or even a beta role because of how hard you have to work just to pass,” but then he keeps going and he ends up saying a lot of things that he doesn’t mean and Chris knows he doesn’t mean them but Chris cries anyways, and that makes Seb cry. The whole thing ends with them on the floor surrounded by medicine balls and holding each other, Chris apologizing over and over and over because he “wasn’t tryna control you, baby, I’m so sorry,” Seb promising to talk to his obstetrics doc how he can maybe adjust his weight routine to be safe for their growing baby.

Other times Chris definitely deserves the cold shoulder, but sometimes Seb is just feeling irritable. He takes to shutting himself away in the bedroom and blasting the song from ‘Never Ending Story’ until he calms down.

The whole first trimester Chris is practically vibrating out of his skin with the itch to tell his family but he can’t yet, Seb wants to wait, which Chris understands and respects but it is so, so hard for him. When they finally hit the 12 week mark and Chris gets to tell them, his mom just smiles and says, “Oh, sweetie, I smelled it on him weeks ago,” and she hugs them both.

Oh my goodness... when Seb starts showing in the second trimester?!?

The night that Seb first looks in the mirror and actually notices a bump, Chris is on their bed reading a script. Seb comes out of the master bathroom, one hand rucking up his over-sized sleep-shirt and resting on his tummy, grinning from ear-to-ear with his eyebrows knitted together adorably with something like awe and a sweet kind of heartache, reaching out for Chris with his other hand and softly saying, “Look, alpha...”— and Seb never calls him that, outside of the deepest throes of heat. The sound of the word and the sight of his omega with his baby growing inside makes something deeply primal surge through Chris so fast and sharp it feels like whiplash, and it comes out as a proud growl.

Seb had known for years how much Chris was dying to finally see him like this, to see him “all pretty and bred up ‘cause of what I did to you”... but oh, god, it’s so much more than he could have ever expected.

The thing is that it’s not just the baby bump Chris is obsessed with. He tries to hide it from Seb but Seb sees it, the way that Chris’s gaze gets all heavy and dark when he starts to notice Seb’s thighs and ass thickening up with fat instead of just muscle. He starts getting handsier every time Seb is around, finding excuses to grab and cup and feel every curve on Seb’s pregnant body.

When they have sex Chris is nothing short of worshipful (if not more than a little possessive). He will lick and kiss every square inch of Seb’s skin before telling Seb to lay back with his ass on the edge of the mattress, and then he’ll hold Seb’s legs up while Chris stands and fucks down into him, practically begging when he tells Seb to put his hands on either side of his own swollen belly, to touch, to stroke around all that struggling skin, to “show me where you keep her safe, show me-- yeah, that’s right, am I the one that put that little girl inside you? Yeah, that was me? Tell me sugar, say it, say ‘Daddy, you--’” 

Sometime in the middle of the second trimester Seb’s hormones make him go from ‘miserable and bitchy’ to something more like ‘fat and happy’ and that mood magically sticks around for the third trimester, even when his ankles start to swell up.

The baby is due in March so that means that Chris gets to spend the entire last trimester taking pictures of Seb bundled up in chunky maternity sweaters and scarves while he looks out over the snowy Massachusetts hills, nose a little pink, cheeks flushed, smiling wide and looking happy and perfectly adorable.

Speaking of pictures-- Chris takes so many of them that Seb almost starts to get annoyed, but then Chris tells him how he just wants to “make sure our little girl knows how gorgeous her mama was when she was growin’ in his belly, she’s never gonna get to see it like I did,” and Seb can’t help but smile. Chris captures that one on film, and he loves it so much he gets it framed.

Seb. Nests. He goes crazy with nesting. Their home was definitely decorated by professionals when they moved in but over the course of his pregnancy Seb slowly starts to make it more personal, starts to buy things from antique shops that catch his eye, purchase art and photography and really soft blankets that strike him as something their home just... needs. There are no professionals present when he and Chris paint the nursery themselves and get paint all over the hardwood floors.

Baby Girl Evans comes into the world very, very early on a Wednesday morning, just after midnight.

Sebastian labors for 18 hours, the first half of which are spent at home while they wait for Seb’s contractions to speed up. Chris knows better than to start freaking out and try to drive Seb to the hospital too early, but it’s a close thing; he wants to freak out. Seb passes the time watching the Food Network on the couch and trying to keep his mind off the pain. He stops trying to time the contractions himself after the first two hours, when he notices Chris press a button on his watch every time Seb starts wincing and breathing extra deep.

The hours fly by and before they know it Seb’s body is saying it’s go-time. Chris stays by Seb’s head the whole time, at Seb’s insistence. He covers Seb’s sweaty forehead and hair in kisses and he murmurs praise and encouragement and tells Seb he’s “so good, so perfect, making our little girl and bringing her into the world so we can love on ‘er forever, so perfect, thank you,” and the majority of the time Seb doesn’t even try and swat him away.

Her first little cry is angry and piercing. It’s the most beautiful thing either of them have ever heard. 

Seb’s mom says she looks like the spitting image of Sebastian. Chris’s mom says she looks just like Chris. Neither Chris nor Sebastian really care who she looks like, so long as they can keep kissing her dimpled chin and staring into her blue eyes.

...

lmao wut gross

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[maddie-the-princess]

If You Love Me, Let Me Go Part 6

Fandom: Sanders Sides

AU: High School 

Pairing(s): LAMP

Summary: Virgil and his family are new to the neighborhood. He starts a new school where he learns to love himself, and maybe, love his new friends. 

Warnings: Cursing

Thank you to @kuroyurishion for helping me with this chapter. Please enjoy the story. 

Chapter Six: Introducing the Gossip Gays

Virgil’s POV

And just like that, I received three new numbers on my phone. That brings the current number of contacts on my phone to five. Sighing to myself, I walked home after school in a comfortable silence. No one was home, as per usual, so I went upstairs to my room and began my homework. Slipping my headphones on, I played a playlist, appropriately named ‘Emo Playlist’ and worked. 

Hours later, while I was grumbling over Math homework, the playlist stopped. There was a new text from Remy.

-Group Chat: The Dark Sides-

Mr. Sandman: I’m borreedd

Double Dee: You’re always bored.

Trash Goblin: Put Redbull in your coffee!

I laughed out loud at Remus’ comment. Thinking quickly, I texted a reply.

Me: What’s up Remy?

Mr. Sandman: Babe! So glad you can join us!

Double Dee: Hey there shortstack.

Trash Goblin: Heya shortie! 

Mr. Sandman: Remember what I said earlier at lunch? About the new store opening up?

Mr. Sandman: It’s opening on Saturday. We can go then.

Double Dee: Wonderful idea. My parents already said yes.

Trash Goblin: My parents don’t give a shit, but I told them anyway!

Mr. Sandman: Sweet. Hbu babe?

I bit my lip. Would my parents even say yes? I texted back.

Me: Let me ask them.

Mr. Sandman: Let us know babe. 

Trash Goblin: Even if they say no, we’ll break you out of your house!

Double Dee: That’s illegal, Re.

Trash Goblin: Boo, you’re no fun. 

I smiled at their texts. I felt happier. I’ve never been invited out by anyone before, even if it was just to go to the mall. I placed my phone down and resumed by playlist, looking again at the math worksheet in front of me. 

Hours later, I hear the front door opening just as I was finishing up my homework. I peaked out of my room and heard the grumbling of my parents. I go down to greet them.

“Virge, honey? We’re home!” my mom calls out. She smiles at me. My dad follows her, holding a pizza box. 

“Hey sport.” he says, placing the pizza box on the table. “Our co-workers treated us to pizza today, so we brought home some for you. Hope you like onions on yours though.”

I didn’t like onions on my pizza, but I nod nonetheless. Taking a deep breath, I decided to ask them. It’s like a bandaid. You just have to rip it off.

“Hey mom, dad?” I asked hesitantly, hoping my voice wouldn't waver. They give me a hum in response. Hurry, before I lose my confidence. “Can I go to the mall with my friends on Saturday?!” I ask quickly. The two of them stopped in their tracks. 

“You have friends?!” my mom exclaims. “And they’re inviting you out?” I flinch. I know she didn’t mean for that to sound harsh, but still. Even my dad was giving her a questioning glance. 

“What your mother means,” my dad interjects, “is that we’re surprised you’re making friends this quickly. But sure, sport. We have work on Saturday, but it seems ok with us.” He turns around and grabs a slice of pizza from the box and presents it to me. “Now, wanna have a slice?”

After the pizza dinner, I went back upstairs to get ready for bed. I texted my friends before I slept.

Me: Raincheck on breaking me out of my house, Re. They said yes.

Trash Goblin: Aww man! My services are still available to you if you ever need it!

Double Dee: Remus, no.

Trash Goblin: Remus yes!

Mr. Sandman: Enough you two. Thanks for letting us know babe. My dad will pick us all up at about noon, so give me your address.

I sent my address to them.

Mr. Sandman: Thanks babe. See you tomorrow at school!

Double Dee: Good night shortstuff.

Trash Goblin: Do let the bedbugs bite tonight shortie!

Me: Thanks guys. Good night.

With that, I plugged my phone in and got comfortable underneath the comforter. Today was Wednesday, and I found myself waiting excitingly for Saturday to come. 

***

The rest of the week went by quickly. I was getting accustomed to class, and to Patton, Logan, and Roman in them. Before I knew it, it was Saturday. I was pacing nervously in the living room. My mom left for work already, but my dad was still getting ready while giving me a talk.

“If you’re ever in trouble, don’t hesitate to call me or your mother. Or find mall security.”

“Ok dad.”

“Don’t wander from the group. Use the buddy system if you have to.”

“Got it dad.”

“I’ll let you borrow my card if you want to buy something.”

“Thanks dad.”

I continued to pace around, looking down at my outfit, making sure it was ok. I wore my signature black ripped jeans and my black Doc Martin boots, with Fall Out Boy T-shirt and a purple flannel wrapped around my waist. I wore my usual black eyeshadow but decided to paint my nails a dark purple this time. My black backpack contained my sketchbook, phone, wallet, and other necessities. 

There was a honk outside the house. I raced towards the door, and found a large silver car with Remy in the front seat. The window rolled down, and he smiled cheekily at me. “Hey Mr. Sullivan!” Remy called out as I went towards his car. My dad smiled and waved me a goodbye as he also left the house for work. “I’ll have your son home at a reasonable time!” Remy said as I got into his car. Dee and Remus were already there with Remus sitting by the window. I greeted them happily. I was excited for this little excursion. 

“Looking good shortie!” Remus cackled. I sent him a kind hearted glare and Dee sighed in exasperation. 

“Let’s get this show on the road babes!” Remy cheered and we drove off. Along the way, Dee pointed out different places around town that we could visit at a later time, like a coffee shop, ice cream parlor, and other restaurants, and some small businesses run by families. Ten minutes later, we arrived at the mall. It was huge, maybe with about 2-3 floors! Remy grinned at my stunned expression. “Haven’t seen a mall this size, huh Vee?” he teased.

We entered, and Remy dragged us to the store that just opened. Turns out it was a piercing store, and there were people already lined up for it. Remy whistled. 

“Damn, there’s already a bunch of people here.” he exclaims. A woman holding fliers spotted us and grinned, walking towards us earnestly. She had long neon pink hair and was heavily inked. 

“Hey!” she greeted, handing each one of us a flier advertising the new store. “This is Tears for Pierce, a piercing store that also doubles as a tattoo parlor. This flier I gave you tells you guys a bit about what kinds of things we do here.” 

I looked over it. There were a lot of selections, including belly button piercings or ear piercings, and some selections for tattoos. The prices are beside the selections. The girl continues, “If you want to have a tattoo or body piercing done, you have to be at least eighteen or older. But that excludes ear piercings.” She points to the top of the flier. “My name is Amelia Stone, and there’s my contact info if you have any further questions.” She walked away to hand out more fliers. 

The four of us were in stunned silence. “None of us are eighteen yet.” Dee noted seriously, looking straight at Remus, who was pouting like a child. Remy whistled and pocketed the flier. 

“We have a couple more years.” he said, and the four of us went on our merry way. Dee, Remy, and Remus showed me the best places to go and hang, pointing out their favorite stores and restaurants. Remy obviously liked Starbucks, but also liked tea stores. Dee prefered Aeropostale or Hollister. Remus’ favorite store was hands down Spencers. When they asked me, I answered Hot Topic with no hesitation. 

“Of course the emo loves Hot Topic.” Remus said fondly. He slung his arm around my neck, draping it over my shoulders. “We’re gonna head over to some shops, but first, let’s have lunch.” And we had lunch at the Food Court, with Remus stealing put fries and having a mini food fight. Then, Remus hauled us over to the various stores scattered throughout the mall. 

Around we went, in and out of stores, checking out what they had. Remy went and bought a couple new leather jackets and comfy sweaters, while Dee bought a new pair of pants and a couple new shirts. Remus dragged me to Hot Topic, and the two of us had a fun time picking out different band t-shirts and jewelry. I bought some chokers and more band T-shirts, because you can never have too many band T-shirts. Remus bounded over to Spencers, where we found him in the very back. 

We continued like this, trying to find styles that we liked. After hours of walking around, trying to find what I liked, Remy and I walked into a store while Remus and Dee took a small break. Remy hummed as he looked through racks of pants, picking and choosing what looked good for either him or me. I wandered off and looked at flannel shirts.

Then, something caught my eye. It was a gothic black and purple plaid skirt, with black ribbons in the front. I picked it up, and internally cheered when I found out it was my size. I admired it for a bit. It looked pretty, and I really liked how it looked. It kinda… suited me? 

“You want it?” I heard a voice ask. I whirled around in surprise. Remy was looking at what I have with an amused smirk. I blushed in embarrassment.

‘Oh god, what if he thinks I’m a freak.’ I thought miserably. And before the second week of school, here I believed a friendship had been ruined, ‘He’s gonna gossip about me to the entire school. He’s gonna bully me and everyone’s gonna think that I’m a weirdo and-’ My thoughts were stopped when I felt Remy gently place his hands on my shoulder.

“Vee,” he said soothingly, “breathe for me. I know what you’re thinking.” He took the skirt from my hands and observed it. “Frankly, I don’t give a shit if you wear a skirt. If you’re comfortable in it, then go on and wear it. But if you want my opinion, I think you’d rock this skirt.” he declared.

I perked up. “Seriously?!” I exclaimed. Remy nodded. I nearly cried happy tears. 

“You lack confidence, Vee.” Remy said, turning away with the skirt in hand. I followed after him. “You're shy and anxious. As your friends, Dee, Ree, and I want you to be comfortable with yourself. He went to the counter and paid for it before I could protest. He stuffed the skirt in my bag. “Don’t worry about it babe.” Remy said when I asked why he paid for it. “Think of it as a welcome gift.” 

When we walked out of the store, Dee and Remus looked proud.

*** Before we left the mall, we stopped at Starbucks. The barista took one look at Remy and immediately started making a cup of coffee. I looked at him amused. “Kinda famous in this place.” Remy muttered fondly. “What do the rest of you want?”

Minutes later, the four of us were sitting at a high table, chatting idly. 

“So shortstuff,” Dee starts off, “I’ve seen you getting a little close to some boys in our class. Care to share with the class what’s been going on there?” 

I choked on my drink. “What?” I coughed. 

Dee rolls his eyes. “I know a lot of things shortstuff.” he says teasingly. “That day when you had a misunderstanding? I did some observing.” 

Remy raised an eyebrow. “Spill the tea, Dee.” he demanded lightly. “Seems I’ve been missing something.”

I signaled for Dee to stop talking with a light glare. He didn’t. “It seems to me that shortstuff over here is pining over three boys.” he drawled. “Patton Hart, Logan Owens, and Roman King.”

Three things happened simultaneously. One, I put my head down and tried to hide from the world. Two, Remy outright laughed at me. Three, Remus actually spat out his drink all over the table. Dee grimaced and went to clean up the mess with Remus’ help.

“Holy shit.” Remus cackled. I shot my head up and glared at him. “I fucking knew it! Roro’s gonna be so jealous. I didn’t even tell him that you were coming with us today!” 

I stared at him. “You’re brothers.” I stated, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Remus nodded. “I’m the older twin, by like a minute, and obviously the hotter one.”

“Yeah, sure.” I teased. Remus gasped, offended.

“I totally am!” he declared. “Double Dee, you think I’m the hotter twin right?” Dee didn’t even grace him an answer, so Remus pressed again, leaning against him with a pout on his face. “Double Dee?” he whined. He leaned further into Dee’s space, his face close to Dee’s. Remy and I were looking on with suppressed giggles. Looking closely, you could see a faint blush on Dee’s cheeks.

“Yes, Remus.” Dee answered with a sigh. “You’re the hotter twin.” At this, Remus cheered happily and turned to me with a victorious look on his face. Remy snickered under his breath, and muttered “whipped”. Dee turned to him with a teasing grin.

“And what about you, Remy? Keep in touch with a certain cartoon loving person?

Remy spluttered. Damn, nobody is safe from Dee today. I tilted my head in confusion. 

Dee explained. “Remy hung out with an upperclassman last year, and became really close. He’s in his first year of college right now studying to be a therapist.”

I gaped at my friend. “An older guy, huh? In college no less.” I teased. I couldn’t help it. The three of us laughed as Remy groaned into his hands. 

“You’re all terrible people. I hate you all.” Remy grumbled. That sent the three of us into another fit of laughter. 

Remy’s dad brought me home near 10:00 in the evening. “We’ll see you at school Monday Vee!” Remy called out. “And you better wear some of the new things we got you!” With that, the car drove off after making sure I was safe inside my house. 

Putting all of the new clothes away in my dressers, the skirt remained folded and placed gently deep inside my closet, I did my nighttime routine. I lay in bed, thinking about today. I had fun with Dee, Remus, and Remy. They’re really nice, really accepting, and just generally an awesome group of people. I really liked them. Smiling to myself, I turned underneath the covers, glad that I found a group of friends that like me, and I like them in return.

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Sasha Morozov

Name: Sasha Morozov Nick Name: None Code Names: Redacted Ethnicity: Russian Age: 25 Current Location: Blackpool, England

Place of Birth: Novosibirsk, Novosibirsk Oblast , Russia

DOB: Redacted

Height: 5'7 [ 1.70m ] Weight: 110 lbs. [ 49.8kg ] Sexuality: Asexual

Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Green Gender: Male

Tattoos:   Snake Tattoo [ starts at his hip and wraps around his right thigh ]   Red Spider Lilies [ on his left shoulder, and spreads down his side to just above his hip , runs through the scar on his stomach. ] Scars:    Large Scar on his stomach [ Goes from his stomach to his left side, just above his hip ]   Three Identical Burn Scars on his Throat   Identical Scars on both of his legs [ Won't discuss the injuries that gave     him those scars ] Piercings: [ Usually removed for Missions, they get in the way ]    Snake Bites    Belly Button Piercing [ Usually a Dragon or a Cat ] Mental Illness: Redacted By Dr. Harishva "Harry" Pandey

Job/Education:    Ex KGB , Infectious Diseases Doctor, Chemical Analyst    Kid of CBRN Unit

Relationships:

From my time spent talking to him, he doesn't really care for a lot of people. The Operators in Rainbow, very few can be considered friends. He'll defend them, protect them and help on missions but they are just people he would rather be far away from. However, it seems he gets along well with the Russians. And Lion. Bandit, however as he's said is tolerable though the first meeting with the man still leaves a sour taste in Sasha's mouth. [ His words exactly ] .

  Bandit: 

  "Don't even get me started, First time I met him. He annoyed me. For reasons I don't think I need to say again. Now I do get why. But my opinion of him is just that he leaves a sour taste in my mouth. Though that being said. I don't hate him. I know shocker, given what people believe."

  Lion: 

"Lion, I swear he thinks I'm a little kid or something. Rather inexperienced even as he's said before to my face. Ugh, He must just have a thing against people. And honestly don't know if I could stand the guy if not for Finka and Doc. Though it is funny to see him grumble, but listen to Doc like a dog on a leash. Must be something going on between those two. But really Lion takes care of us. Even if he's not always the best about it."

  Finka: 

"She's like...that big sister who always just tries to do the best she can to help. After all she's been through, some details I don't really know. She tries her best to keep me from fighting with Lion. And the others. Often distracting me. She also seems to know everything I like? Leaving books and snacks on my pillow or at my work station? It's weird to not be seen as some machine instead of a person. People are weird."

  Kapkan: 

"Kapkan...He's one of those if you get to know them types. But really, he's not all bad. It's not just because he's Russian like me. Though really that does have something to do with it a little bit. He showed me how to take apart his traps, and we improved them a little bit. Not sure how he felt about me opening my big mouth but he didn't say anything. He's very protective, almost jealous over that sniper? Though he'd probably tell me to shut up if I said anything."

  Glaz: 

"The Sniper, He's an interesting person though I somehow don't think he likes when I ask about his eye. Sometimes. He has this thing about painting people, or drawing them. He's drawn me a few times when he thinks I'm not looking. Or he doesn't care. I gave him art supplies for his birthday, and he used them up so quickly. But it made him happy. Easy to work with, though his attachment to Kapkan is concerning to me. Only if he lets his emotions get the better of him. Like we all do. Well most of us..."

  Tachanka:

 "He's...weird. I don't hate him? But I can't say I like him either? He's very loud and I just enjoy the quiet. Maybe that's why. I don't know, he's very protective in his own way. And caring. Very useful on missions at that even if he does things his own way. After all don't we all? I want to use his gadget but he won't let me touch it."

  Fuze: 

"Fuze, people say he's silent and kinda mean. But he's not, he has his own way of caring about people. But if a mission has to be done, it has to be done. Casualty or not. He's just different, they don't exactly have a no casualty rule which does put them at odds with others. Personally though sometimes bad things happen to good people. There is nothing we can do about it. Not truly. Fuze is fun to just have a nice drink with after a rough mission. That's for sure."

  Ying: 

"Don't like her, plain and simple. She's loud, bossy and annoying. While she's good at what she does. Doesn't mean I have to like her. She tries to lecture us when we do things a certain way. Sorry but we aren't all her. Simple. But I don't know. She gets on my nerves. Her and that other person....but I can deal with the other one."

  Ash: 

"She's strange. Loud and a bit bossy. Yea they say we have to listen to her? But she's not someone I would want to spend my time with. Though she did at least check on Fuze when he had that incident happen. So maybe she's not all bad. But Ash is not someone I know how to deal with. Too much for me."

  Phoenix: 

"Phoenix. We've been friends for years before all of this Rainbow Stuff. If I didn't get dragged into this Rainbow stuff because of my other connections. He'd probably have dragged me in. But that's not important. He saved my life, we owe each other a lot though neither of us will admit it. Even now I don't know where he is but I wish I did. I'd bring him where he could be safe though Phoenix was never one to stay put anyway."

  Tsubaki: 

"Tsubaki, You want information about them? I don't think so, That is earned information. Plus I know you Rainbow Types. No offense, you'd shoot them in the back, or worse. I told you more than I needed to already, information about them was not part of the deal. Nice try though."

Detailed Personality:

Sasha's personality is nothing special in his eyes. The years of torment under his handler has left his true personality buried under what could be called a blank slate. They wanted a soldier that would obey orders without questions. And that was exactly what they got. He was cold, calculating and efficient, exactly as they built the young soldier. Sasha ended lives without question, no matter who they were. Guilt wasn't something that a tool was allowed to have. Any crack in the slate would be ripped out of him no matter how much pain it caused. After all a broken toy can always be fixed with new parts.

 That is until Rainbow pulled him out of his handler's clutches. Kapkan and Glaz had a big hand in that, which maybe why he trusts them over a lot of the other operators. After months of being locked under Rainbow's watchful eyes, his personality started to surface. A blank slate replaced with small signs of emotion. Though he can be sarcastic and a bit blunt, he does have at least some kindness in him somewhere. He's one to always put the job first, and keeping people safe sometimes has to come second where the job is concerned.

  That might be why he gets along with Fuze so well in the few short worded conversations they may have. Though it's been noted in his file that trust is hard to build, and if he's silent around someone. He either doesn't trust them, or they've done something he doesn't agree with. He's very clear about his dislike for people. And once someone gets on his bad side it's very hard to get off of it. Harry has stated that pushing him gets nothing out of the soldier.

  He personally states that he finds the Russians easier to deal with. And he finds some of the other operators too loud and obnoxious. He's one for liking his silence. He's still working on forming his own personality, but he's come a long way since then. He's known to get into a few fights with Ying, or Lion. Though he does find amusement in when Lion gets lectured by Doc. The other Operator he sometimes clashes with is Bandit, memories of the first meeting not forgotten.

 But if he had to be around anyone that wasn't Russian. It would be Bandit that's for sure.

History: Redacted