#mason weaver x you

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not a fever

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Summary: You're quarantined in the laboratory with James Conrad as you try to determine what the effects of the pollen he was exposed to are.

Pairing: James Conrad x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers, i better not see you here if you know what's good for you); sex pollen; p in v

Things to be aware of: reader's a bit insecure; snarky tension between reader & Conrad

"Is this truly necessary? This is an allergic reaction to the pollen, which can be rectified with a quick shot of antihistamines, rehydration, and bed rest. You're overreacting, Y/L/N."

You smirked at the tracker's impatience. "Right. You know what you're absolutely one hundred percent right. How could I be so silly, Doctor Conrad. It's just some foreign flora that we encountered in an island that contained giant lizard creatures and a baby gorilla the size of half a skyscraper after all. But you're right. This is probably just an allergic reaction."

He winced as you pulled the needle from his arm, though you couldn't tell if it was from the slight sting that always came with blood extraction or if it was from your sarcasm-laden retort.

"There's a water in the cooler back there," you said dismissively, already starting on running the mass spec to process his blood. "Sleeping quarters are at the end of the hall."

"Y/N--"

"If this is really just allergies I'll administer the antihistamines myself. Until then, hydration and bed rest, right? So go. I'll let you know as soon as I get the results back."

You froze at the feel of his hand around your arm, suddenly quite aware of the warmth from his body's proximity to yours. "I'm sorry. Please, I don't like it when--"

"Look you could still be right, so save your apology for later. Just rest and let me run these tests so we can get back out there already. Okay?"

The only thing you heard was a sigh and his footsteps exiting the lab, the silence finally allowing you to let yourself release the tension that had you wound up over the last ten minutes. You strictly forbade yourself to let your guard down around James Conrad. You were convinced that the man was so arrogantly aware of how attractive he was that before he'd joined in these crusades with Monarch, you were sure that he could just snap his fingers and the nearest woman would strip on the spot for him.

You were even more convinced that if you ever let him close to you, he wouldn't even need to snap his fingers.

And now you were secluded with him in the laboratory area of the ship, being the sorry scientist that drew the short end of the stick to quarantine with him while you confirmed that the pollen that was dusted all over his face when he was assisting in the unloading of the samples your team had collected was not going to cause the world's next plague.

"Stupid James Conrad volunteering to unload the crates just so he could flex his biceps around Miss Pretty and Perfect Photographer Mason Weaver," you grumbled as you watched the screen begin to load with the component breakdown of the organic material that began to spread through the tracker's bloodstream.

The sound of the walkie-talkie crackling at your desk broke you out of your mass spec trance.

"Y/L/N?? Are you there??"

You picked up the crackling device. "What's up, Marlow? You got anything from those Iwi legends about this flower that dusted Conrad? Did we accidentally start the new plague?" Are we gonna die? you wanted to ask.

"I found something in the journals I had that looks like the flower, and the good news is that no. You're not going to die being exposed to him." His wording made a pit form in your stomach. "The bad news is that if you don't find a way to counteract the effects of the pollen he might die."

You felt your blood go cold at the new information. "Wh--What? Why? How?" Your questions came out muted, as if your voice couldn't even manage to form the questions. Of course it couldn't. It refused to.

"The pollen…it builds off of the person's desire," Marlow explained. "It builds and builds in a fever until they burn. Or until the desire is sated."

Your mouth felt dry. "So sex."

"Remember what I said, Y/N. It builds off of their existing desire. Whoever it is that he thinks of when he's alone at night, that's who can save him from this."

Someone may as well have laid your head on a guillotine and let the blade come down. "Is Weaver there?"

"What is it, Y/N?" the woman's voice rang clear despite the crackling nature of the device. Great, even technology bent for this woman. "Is there anything we can bring over to help you two? Ice bags? Water?"

"Condoms?" you heard Brooks holler from the background.

"Brooks, not now," the photographer scolded.

"We'll be needing you to come over to the lab, Miss Weaver." You did your best to sound formal and not as bitter as you felt. Of course it would be her. Those two looked like a couple of dolls turned human, they even looked like a couple, so she was the obvious choice. "To resolve Mister Conrad's…situation."

Her melodic laughter floated around your lab, furthering your irrational dislike toward the woman. "Trust me when I say this, Y/N. It's not me. He's my friend, practically my brother. And last I checked he likes them brainy. Like…mega brainy."

"Please just make your way to the laboratory as soon as you can. His life could be at stake." Your words were now clipped, your entire system in complete disbelief that she could be so flippant about this.

She huffed from her end. "Fine. I'm on my way. But only to tell you I told you so. Now, you should probably check on him and make sure he's not burning up."

That had you moving down the hall to the sleeping quarters faster than you cared to admit. When you got close to the door, your legs began to move faster at the sound of pained groans coming from where he was supposed to be taking a nap.

"Conrad? Are you okay in there?"

The only response was more groaning, prompting you to quickly open the door and walk into the small room. The sight that greeted you as you walked in had you frozen where you stood, as he stood facing the wall, shirt discarded and well-defined sweaty back muscles on full display, hands on the back of his head as he pressed his forehead to the cool wall.

"Are we contagious?" he asked you, terse and peppered with his signature brand of impatience that had you wanting to either smack him across his mouth or kiss him so he'd shut up.

"We're not. Marlow consulted the Iwi legends. It's only affecting you. The pollen was made to make the subject--"

"Feral? Rabid? Overcome with the desire to fuck?"

Dammit why were his words making you hot all of a sudden, too? Damn that stupidly perfect voice.

"I wouldn't put it that way, but yeah. Legend says that since it builds off of your desire, you have to be with…well, someone you desire."

"And if I don't I die?"

"The fever will burn you alive from the inside out, yes."

He scoffed at your answer. "So I'm going to die from desperation and licentiousness. I'd have rather died on the island. Arrrrgh!" He turned around and pressed his back to the wall this time, letting out an obscene sounding moan in relief.

"I already called Weaver she's on her way here--" you said at the same time as he breathed out "You need to get out of here."

He scoffed once again, keeping his eyes closed as he had them turned upward toward the ceiling. "You clueless girl, I don't desire Mason. Now please, darling, you need to leave this room. I won't have you see me like this."

Your eyes defiantly flickered downward at his words and you nearly bit a hole through your cheek as you caught sight of the bulging erection straining against the zipper of his pants, the sound of the velcro of the fly slowly opening from the force echoing around the room that was getting smaller as the moments ticked on.

"Hey, what kind of person would I be if I just left you here to die alone? Don't worry about me. Besides, I'm safe," you babbled, chuckling nervously toward the end.

The dark chuckle that escaped him made you painfully more aware of the wetness pooling between your legs. "And how exactly are you safe in this small room, with me? In this state? I could break you, little one."

Your nostrils flared at his go-to insult. "Ah, but you won't. Because I'm not your type." Those words made his eyes snap open, looking at you with a ferocity that had the rest of your words stopping at the back of your throat in a lame squeak, all thoughts in your head dying on the spot as you saw that his eyes were nearly black from how blown out his pupils were.

You tried your best to mask the bitterness in your tone as you said the words, too. Why was it that it was this man, of all the people on this mission, that you ended up getting unbearably attracted to? And why was it that he had to be a full asshole and still you couldn't shake your unrelenting desire for him?

His eyebrows furrowed together as he looked at you, an almost tenderness in the blacked out orbs taking you by surprise. "You truly believe that?" You gave him a look as if to say 'duh', which made him hit the back of his head against the wall lightly. "You beautiful, naive woman," he nearly growled before stalking toward you, grabbing you by the back of your head and pulling you into a heated kiss.

It felt like a wildfire had caught and spread throughout your body, down to the tips of your fingers as he held you close to him, his lips moving frantically against yours, as if he couldn't get enough. You placed your hands on his chest, trying to break the kiss, but all you could do was sigh against his lips as he wrapped an arm around you and lifted you easily off the ground, pushing you against the closed door. "C-Conrad," you gasped as his lips moved to your neck, his attentions sure to leave a mark. "This won't help you, Conrad. Please, just wait a few more minutes, Mason's on her way—"

"She will be no help, because it's you that I desire," he moaned against your skin, his hand deftly undoing the button and pulling down the zipper of your shorts. "You can tell me to stop. If you don't want this you can--"

"And what, let you die? Yeah no that's not gonna be on me," you huffed out. "Besides, I want this, too."

The only response from him was a sound between a grunt and a growl as he lifted you from the wall and laid you down on the small single size mattress at the corner of the room. "I'll make it up to you, I promise." His words came out rushed as he removed the shorts and panties from your legs in gentle tugs.

"Let's talk later when you're not dying from island pollen, okay?" He only gave you a little smirk as he unzipped the fly of his pants, only hearing the sound of his pants being pushed down this endless legs as he pressed heated kisses up your inner thighs.

A loud moan escaped you as you felt his feverish lips press a kiss to your folds, his tongue darting out and briefly licking into your entrance before kissing his way up your clothed body. You let out a whimpered moan of his name as he lined himself up to your entrance and pushed his way in with hurried thrusts, a fullness overtaking you followed by a mix of pleasure and pain as you began to feel the stretch of your walls to accommodate his size.

"F-Fuck, little one, you're p-perfect," he stuttered. "Even b-better than I dreamed."

Your thoughts were a haze, too lost in the feel of him mercilessly thrusting into you, like he was impatient to finally finish off the effects of the exotic pollen coursing through him. As impatient as he was in all things. But those words. Those words somehow burrowed into you more and more with every snap of his hips against yours.

He dreamt of this, too?

When his movements became staggered he reached a hand in between you to where your bodies were joined, his fingers starting to rub tight circles on your clit and making you jerk your hips even harder against his. "Conrad--!"

"Come with me, darling," he grunted before pressing his lips to your neck and rocking his hips even faster into yours, pushing you both over the edge. You felt your whole body quivering as your walls clenched and fluttered around him, flooding you with his own release.

You felt his movements slow, become more measured. Tender, even. Your heart began to constrict in your chest as he proceeded to press his lips to your temple and your cheek as you came down from your high, your chest still heaving as you still struggled to breathe properly after he'd taken you so frantically. Parts of your mind were already beginning to question if any of it was even real despite the startling realization that he was still inside you.

And still hard.

"Is your fever gone?" you breathed out, small whimpers escaping you as he worked his hand under your shirt and cupped your breast, his thumb rubbing at your nipple in slow, teasing circles while he trailed his kisses back to your mouth, capturing your lips in a soft kiss.

"It is. Though I can't say quite the same for my desire." You moaned into his mouth as he slowly began to move inside you again. "I don't think that would go away for a long while."

A/N: Would you look at that, I finally wrote sex pollen smut 🥴🫡 Also just to be sure we're all on the same page with this, she thinks "little one" is an insult, meanwhile he actually calls her that affectionately. Because she's smol and he just wants to protect her 🥹💖

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[helloalycia]

it matters // mason weaver

summary: communication was never mason weaver's strong suit, and it may just be the reason for your relationship's demise.

warning/s: mentions of drowning and implied death.

author's note: i don't know what this is lmao i'm sorry, it's literally been in my drafts for a year

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"Do you even love me, Mason?" I asked, my voice hard and impatient.

"Does it matter?" she retorted, exasperated.

My expression softened hopelessly. "It's the only thing that matters. At least, to me it is. I guess I was wrong for thinking it mattered to you, too."

I turned around, swallowing down the lump in my throat because I was adamant on not shedding a tear in front of this girl who didn't seem to give a shit about me.

"Y/N, wait," she called, soon grabbing my arm and pulling me towards her.

"I don't have time for this anymore," I snapped, yanking my arm away from her grasp. "This constant back and forth. You don't care, Mason. You've made that much obvious."

Her hazel eyes darted between mine, lost and trying to keep up with my words. I hated that I couldn't stop admiring how beautiful she looked, even when she was unknowingly breaking my heart.

"I do care," she said, surprising me with her certainty. "I never wanted to hurt you."

"That's funny," I said, smiling dryly, "since that's all you've managed to do."

She frowned, her jaw clenching.

"I've gotta go," I said, breaking our eye contact. "I should check on Brooks' injuries."

She didn't try to stop me this time, as I turned around and walked away from her, trying my very hardest to ignore the ache in my chest.

Houston Brooks, my fellow geologist and researcher on the trip, was sat on a tree trunk, messing around with the bandage on his shoulder when I approached him. He caught my gaze, obviously about to admit defeat and ask for my assistance, but my face must have looked dreadful since his expression softened.

"Come on, I'll replace your bandage," I said, sitting beside him and grabbing some bandages from the rucksack beside us.

"What happened?" he asked, forgetting about his injury.

I shook my head, focusing on removing his bandage. He'd got a piece of shrapnel stuck in his shoulder from the helicopter crash, and since moving to the Iwi natives camp that Marlow showed us, we were able to properly take a look at it. Thankfully, there wasn't too much damage, but at this rate, if we couldn't get home soon, he could get a serious infection.

"It was Weaver, wasn't it?" he continued, making me swallow the lump in my throat. He seemed to take this as confirmation, as he sighed. "I knew she was trouble. You always looked so upset around her. Surely she can't think she can just waltz onto this expedition and hurt you like she is."

"I'm okay, Brooks," I told him, forcing a small smile. I finished replacing his bandage and sat back. "I'm keeping my distance. She's made herself very clear. I need to forget her and focus on trying to survive through this."

Brooks nodded, resting a hand on my lap and squeezing my knee gently. "It sucks. I'm sorry. I wish I could do something."

"It's minor compared to that," I said, nodding to his shoulder. "And to everything happening right now. It's stupid and I shouldn't get caught up on it. We might not even make it off this island and I'm crying over a girl. It's dumb."

"You're only human," he reasoned. "You're focusing on the less stressful things in times of panic. It's normal."

"Well, not anymore," I told him, standing up and clearing my throat. "Come on. I think we can help Conrad with the boat."

Brooks nodded and stood up, giving me a small supportive smile. I appreciated his kindness, returning the smile. The two of us headed through the camp, passing the many Iwi natives who were kind enough to let us ride it out here until we got our shit together.

Spotting the boat docked that Conrad and Marlow were working on, the two of us approached it, myself ready to accept the distraction. Only, that immediately backfired when a blonde head poked over the edge of the boat, staring across at me.

"You sure you'll be okay?" Brooks asked, glancing at me with a raised brow.

I nodded, licking my lips and straightening up. "Yeah. We gotta work together if we're to get out of here, right?"

"Right," he agreed, but he definitely noticed the hesitance in my words. I didn't blame him, because he was right.

As soon as my eyes locked with Mason's deep brown ones, I knew I was screwed.

–

"You're pretty quiet back here, everything okay?"

I looked up, tearing my eyes from the river, and saw Conrad watching me with a concerned expression.  

"Yeah, I'm just thinking," I said, before looking back out to the river we were sailing down.

Conrad invited himself to sit beside me. "We should reach Packard's location soon. Then we can get the hell out of here."

I nodded, leaning in the palm of my hand on my knee. "I know."

I could feel Conrad's eyes boring into the side of my head, so I turned and met his gaze, wondering what he wanted really.

"I don't want to pry, but I've noticed the... tension, let's say, between yourself and Weaver," he spoke quietly, since the boat was small and Mason was sat literally a few feet behind us. "I don't know either of you very well, but I feel like you have history."

"It's nothing," I assured him, though I didn't sound very convincing.

I looked back out to the river, absentmindedly following the way the water would flow towards the boat and lap against the wood with a gentle splash.

"You're in love with her," he spoke gently, certainly.

I clenched my jaw, annoyed because he was right. "I don't want to be."

"She's in love with you, too. We can all see it. She wants to be with you."

I shook my head, squeezing my hand into a fist to contain my anger. "She doesn't know what she wants. That's her problem."

Conrad sighed. "I think she knows. She's just bad at communicating it."

I rolled my eyes. "You don't need to make excuses for her."

He chuckled. "I can see that. You seem to have your mind all made up about her."

I didn't respond, instead opting to glare out at the water. He patted me on the shoulder before standing up and leaving me to my corner of the boat. I stayed there for the remainder of the journey to the other side of the island, until we had to get off so we could find Packard and the others.

"He should be here...," Conrad mumbled with agitation, looking around at the clearing where we had docked our boat.

"He could still be walking towards us," Mason said, before nodding to the trees. "Let's meet him halfway."

Conrad seemed unsure at first, looking between where we were stood and the trees ahead. But finally, he nodded and looked to us all.

"Everyone okay with that? Whoever wants to wait here can wait," he said, looking between us.

Nobody spoke, so he took that as an okay. His eyes lingered on Brooks before he moved forward and took the gun off him. He turned to me and held it out. I accepted it, though a puzzled expression was on my face.

"No offence, but you're most likely to shoot one of us than an enemy," Conrad explained to Brooks, who agreed with embarrassment. Conrad looked to me questioningly. "You alright using that?"

"As good as the average person is at shooting a rifle, yeah," I said, pulling the strap over my head and holding the gun to my chest.

"Er, Conrad, is that the best idea?" Mason spoke up, stepping forward and looking between him and I.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as Marlow jumped up and down beside us, stopping anyone from answering.

"Are we going or not? The longer we wait, the less time we have to get out of here!" he shouted impatiently.

"He's right," Lin, my other colleague and fellow biologist said. "I don't like this one bit, but we need to find the others so we can leave."

Conrad nodded, giving me a look of encouragement before looking to an uncertain Mason. "She'll be fine. Hopefully she won't have to use it. Now come on. We've got to find Packard."

He didn't wait for her to respond, as he raised his own gun before leading us all forward. Mason, who was trying to find my eyes with her own, stayed standing until I breathed out and walked right past her, ignoring the goosebumps on my skin as my arm brushed hers.

The air was tense as we followed Conrad through the trees, our attention dead set on our surroundings. The last time we voyaged this forest without concern, we lost a member of our expedition and one of Packard's soldiers. Kong and the Skullcrawlers weren't the only threats to us.

As we were creeping through the trees, Conrad raised his hand suddenly, making us all halt in our stance. It took a few seconds, but then I heard it. The crunching sound, like feet on sticks and leaves. It was hard to tell whether it was from people or predators, and my heart pounded in my chest the longer we waited.

Conrad waved his hand back, signalling for us to back up slowly. I realised I was holding my breath out of fear when I struggled to move at first. Gulping in a deep breath, I took a few steps back, lowering my gun and following Conrad's orders.

The crunching noise stopped, making us all pause. I looked around, trying to make out a figure or shadow of whatever was ahead of us, but I couldn't see anything. It was just trees and foliage disguising whatever was there.

A clicking noise sounded loudly before us and I stepped back out of habit, as someone stepped out in front of us. Mason, who was stood beside me, stepped back, too, but was still stood in front of me, her arm held out over me protectively. It was ironic, since I was the one armed with a gun and she only had her camera.

"Packard," Conrad breathed out with relief, lowering his gun and guard.

I released the breath I was holding and stood up straight when I saw it was just Packard and his men. Mason lowered her arm and glanced at me with concern, but I merely rolled my eyes and stepped away from her. She had no right.

–

"Weaver!"

My heart dropped when I heard Conrad yelling for Weaver, his voice strained with concern. I followed his gaze and saw Mason landing in the water, falling from the crumbling cliff she was stood on.

"No... no...! Mason!" I shouted, tears blurring my vision.

Fuelled by pure adrenaline, I raced towards the water, convinced I would do anything I could to get her back. She wasn't going to die like this, she couldn't!

By the time I reached the bank of the river, I stopped, looking up at the vast ape before me – Kong. The beast's eyes looked down to me and I felt my heart beating erratically in my chest. He kneeled down, stretching his hand out, to reveal Mason. I held my breath out of fear and amazement, watching as he lowered Mason onto the ground, before he stood up and walked away.

Not hesitating a second longer, I dropped by Mason's side and scanned her face, seeing the lifelessness she possessed. I leaned down, ear to her face, hoping to feel her breath from her nose, but I wasn't sure I could feel anything at all.

"No, no, come on, Mason, you have to wake up," I begged, swallowing hard before beginning the process of CPR.

I did three chest compressions before giving her mouth to mouth. As I returned to the chest compressions, I felt my own chest squeezing together and my stomach curling up in pain. I wasn't prepared for the worst, and I was terrified it was coming.

I breathed air into her mouth again, before returning to the chest compressions.

"Don't leave me," I got out between sobs, eyes glued to hers in hopes she would open them. "Not like this, Mason."

I leaned down and gave her mouth to mouth again, only to feel her shudder beneath me. I moved back and watched as she spluttered carelessly, trying to breathe, but unable to because of the water in her lungs.

I helped her sit up, making it easier for her to cough out the water. I patted her back gently as she did, trying to blink out the rest of my tears so my vision was clearer.

"You're okay," I told her, smiling with relief. "You're okay. Just take your time."

She took some deep breaths carefully, clutching onto me tightly as she tried to regain herself. Her eyes found mine and I thanked God there and then that He brought her back to me. I didn't want to ever live another day without looking into her eyes.

"I'm sorry," she muttered, tears rolling down her cheeks.

She looked overwhelmed, her skin pale and her wet hair stuck to her forehead, but she still looked beautiful. And I knew why she was apologising.

"Forget that," I told her, pulling her in for a hug. I closed my eyes, squeezing her tightly, afraid she'd be gone if I let go.

She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, pulling me close and nodding slowly. We pulled away when we heard Kong roaring in the distance, beating his chest loudly and shaking the ground. The two of us looked out, past the river, seeing him retreating back into the forest.

"He saved your life," I said, my voice shaking. "And you saved ours." I looked to her, to see she was already looking my way. "Thank you."

She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. She still seemed startled at the fact that she almost drowned.

"You can't leave me like that," I said, shaking my head and squeezing her hand gently. "Please don't leave me."

She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my forehead before pulling me into her arms. I accepted the hug, closing my eyes as I realised that no matter what happened between us, I'd always come back to her.

"I love you," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "I should have said it. It matters."

"I know you do." I pulled away, meeting her glassy eyes. "I know."

She smiled regretfully. "I should have said it."

"You just did," I told her, returning the smile, though it was with a heavy heart. "I love you, too, Mason."

She continued to smile, nodding her head as more tears rolled down her cheeks. I pulled her back into my arms, knowing we'd have to get up and get to the boat any minute. But not right now.

Right now, I had her back and that was enough.

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Pleaseee do age diference headcannons with the safehouse + weaver, just like the way you did in "more than a woman".

Ps., I love "more than a woman", i think i read about 10 times each cap. Your works are amazing😍

This got so buried and I'm sorry, but this is legit a JUICY ASK

I'm 100% sure that the whole fandom thanks you for your service in sending this ask Anon 😫🙏🏻 Also, thank you!!! I'm so glad you liked it ☺️

Adler

Adler is the type of guy who deep down knows he's getting older, but still wants to act like he's one of the young bucks regardless

So basically, a constant mid life crisis

Anyway, all that to say that while he'd act super chill about having a notably younger S/O, he'd really be pretty self conscious on the inside

He worries about how you feel, and likely succumbs to some sort of made up pressure to desperately hold onto any fleeting remains of youthful features

Which is quite the tall order, given how he already feels about his scars and disfigurement

Moments like that are pretty rare between the two of you however, as he's extremely reluctant to show weakness or insecurities, even to you

Most of the time he just enjoys your company and treats the relationship like any other

Although, he counts himself quite lucky tbh

He never thought he'd get another chance at love after his divorce, let alone with someone so sweet

Hudson

Oh man, Hudson is EXTREMELY self conscious

Before you got together, he was very hesitant to make things official

He's the type to constantly ask for confirmation that you're sure you want to be with him period

Especially considering the age gap

If you're the teasing type, it's pretty easy to fluster him, particularly in public

Calling him daddy will instantly turn him red

He pretends to hate it and tells you to stop, but...

Let's just say, he's happy you're as hard headed as he is

Lazar

Honestly, he's just the complete opposite of Hudson

I'm sorry, but you can't look me in the eye and tell me that Lazar, the king of beef, doesn't love being called daddy and in turn calling you baby

He treats you like royalty, 100%

Even though he'd be just as gentlemanly to someone around his age, he feels extra special that he gets to treat you as his younger s/o

He takes you to tons of fancy places, even including other countries

You are 1000% spoiled and he wouldn't have it any other way

Mason

He's a bit shy, but I'd say he's more so flat out surprised that you'd want to be with him

I guess he's a bit like Hudson in that sense, he's aware he's not really the Ideal Boyfriend as far as personality and so forth, but the age gap is what really sends him for a loop

Mason's never really thought about being with a younger person tbh, he always figured he'd be lucky to get someone around his age in the first place

You guys have that "sparky young kid" and "tired old(er) man" dynamic lmao

At the end of the day, he's just happy to be in a loving, healthy relationship, so if you like pet names or giving him nicknames, it doesn't bother him too much

Park

Honestly, she has NEVER pictured herself in an age difference relationship, let alone as the older one

Like most women, she's not a big fan of being made to feel "old", as it were

However, surprisingly this relationship with you doesn't make her all that self conscious at all tbh

She likes to joke about the age difference usually and will make the occasional joke of basically being your mom

She's not a huge fan of being called mommy or anything, but it doesn't particularly both her as long as it's used sparingly

Usually it just makes her laugh

She is very protective of you too tho, so perhaps it's just a touch fitting

Sims

He is a total sugar daddy about it

Sims doesn't care about money all that much, so he'd much rather spend it on you

The age difference really doesn't bother him either

He's a lot like Park in that he kind of thinks it's just funny

Also, he's super big on nicknames and especially pet names

Definitely doesn't mind if you call him daddy

Just.... Not around anyone he knows, ok?

It's not that he's embarrassed to be with you or anything, it's that he wouldn't want to reveal his soft side in front of his war buddies

Weaver

Weaver isn't ashamed or afraid of the fact that he's getting older, unlike some of the others

However, the concept of being in an age difference relationship is totally foreign to him

He's another one that's already shocked to be found attractive on his own

But considering that he's so much older then you too and you're still not scared off...

He just can't believe it

Weaver falls right into the "daddy" role pretty quick tbh

He's protective by nature, so this is basically just an opportunity to let out his personality and instincts

Weaver is the definition of a silver fox, he's a complete gentleman to you and tries to keep himself looking spiffy for you, especially when you go out together

Woods

Woods is probably the only person on this list who would legit want a relationship with someone younger then him

Not in a weird way of course, it's just that he's far too wired and wild for women his age

His only chance is someone who's just as electric and as much of a kid as he is

If he could find someone like that who would give even him a chance, he'd be impressed and extremely grateful to boot

The relationship is pretty normal tbh, he takes you out to do all kinds of fun stuff

Just as long as you're not too hypered up lol

He does get tired a little faster then he use to, so he'd appreciate it if you don't remind him of it lol

#say thank you anon everyone lol #black ops cold war #call of duty #russell adler x reader #jason hudson x reader #eleazar azoulay x reader #lazar x reader #helen park x reader #alex mason x reader #lawrence sims x reader #grigori weaver x reader #frank woods x reader

[newcaptainofsquad9]

I’ll Stay By Your Side~Mason Weaver x fem reader (Kong: Skull Island)

Pairings: Mason Weaver x reader, James Conrad x reader(mentioned/past relationship)

Summary: The reader is an anti war journalist who joins Mason, James and the Sky Devils unit to investigate skull island. Mason has been flirting with the reader the entire way there, much to James’ annoyance and the reader’s amusement. Abruptly, with Kong and the other monsters making their presence known, Mason desperately finds herself wanting to ensure the reader’s safety and her affections.

Word Count: 2,107

Writer’s Note: I recently saw Kong: Skull Island and thought it was a pretty good monster flick. I honestly wanted to make more fics about Brie’s other character’s besides Carol Danvers and here’s the first and hopefully not the last. I don’t usually write smut, but it kinda happened. Not too explicit, but smut nonetheless. 

Warnings: Slight Smut, please don’t read unless you are 18 and over!

“I’ve read countless number of your articles,” Mason says with a small grin. 

Her words eased you a bit, but you still held onto James’ arm as the helicopter took flight. He gave you a once over before raising an eyebrow. 

“You still don’t travel much, do you dear?” he asks. 

Your grip on his arm loosened as you took a deep breath. 

“Is she OK?” Mason asks while leaning your way. 

You nod as James puts a hand on your knee. 

“She finds heights daunting,” he says.

You push James’ hand away quickly. 

“I’d feel much better if--there wasn’t a way I could look towards the ground,” you groan, gesturing to the opened parts of the heli. 

“I could have sat at the end,” Mason says, “if you knew she was afraid, why didn’t you opt for her to sit in the middle?”

You watch James catch Mason’s glare before she looks back to you. 

“And what? It’s my fault I didn’t cater to Y/N  when I’m on a serious mission?” James counters.

“Well, she’s your girlfriend isn’t she?”

Once Mason’s question left her mouth, your face burned as you shifted a bit away from James. 

“I’m not his girlfriend anymore,” you mutter. 

James scratches his neck, looks to you quickly before turning his attention back outside. You keep your eyes down and focus onto the notepad that’s in your jacket pocket. It takes a moment to cease the trembles in your hand prior to you jotting a few notes down. What you didn’t notice was Mason’s lingering stare. 

The island was breathtaking. Your heart pounded at the forestry that came to live under the perfect rays that the sun released. Birds soared and sang as they flew from one part of the island to another as Mason lifted her camera up to capture a few moments. You giggled at one of the smaller birds lagging behind as Mason turned towards you, taking a few photos of you. You leaned back into your seat and pouted playfully. 

“Why take pictures of me when this island is so gorgeous?” you asked.

Mason grinned and shrugged.

“Why not? Both are pretty gorgeous,” she said.

James rolled his eyes while all you could do was turn your attention away to hide your blushing face. Abruptly, the first helicopter fell, then the next. Trees, giant, hairy limbs and a bone curling roar was all you heard. 

“The fuck was that?!” The pilot screams. 

James stands.

“Get us out of--”

The roar rips through the skies again as the helicopter turns at a speed you weren’t ready for. Your body felt light as you held onto the edge of your seat. Mason’s body collides with it as she holds on tightly to you. 

“H-Hang on!” she rasps.

Her hands shook as much as your own, but you trusted her as you kept your eyes down. All you hear are the pilot’s desperate cries, the continuing roars and the chopper descending fast.

“Y/N! Y/N!”

You blink rapidly, vision returning to you a little blurry. Mason and James stand over you with cuts, stray blood and sweat clinging to their skin. 

“Oh thank God,” James breathes.

Mason breaks into a gasp as she brushes a piece of hair out of your face. 

“How are you feeling? Can you stand?” she asks. 

You wobble to your feet, staggering only for Mason to put an arm around your waist. Blood trickles down your forehead and land on your shirt. James and Mason look to each other, then back to you.

“Maybe we should lay low,” Mason suggests, “she doesn’t look so good.”

James bites his lip and shakes his head. 

“We’ve got to keep moving, it’s dangerous and we need to find the others,” he says. 

“Do you not see her!” Mason growls. 

You put a hand on her shoulder. 

“No, M-Mason, he’s right. We’ve got to keep moving,” you mumble. 

Mason’s eyes soften as she pulls on the sleeve of her button up. She nods to James.

“Keep her steady for a sec, will ya?”

James nods and comes over to put his hands carefully on your sides to hold you steady. Your eyes meet his and you can’t help but remember how he used to hold you, kiss you and caress you when you were afraid, fearing the changing and yet still conservative world. Mason rips the fabric of her sleeve off, stepping back over to you and places it against your forehead and ties it around your head. James takes a few steps back while eyeing you carefully. 

“There,” Masons says, “that feel a little better?”

You nod and take a slow, yet staggered step. Mason, immediately at your side. 

“We won’t move far,” James reassures, “we’ll find somewhere to lay low--all right?”

Mason nods, looks expectantly to you while tightening her grip around your waist. 

“Y-Yeah, I trust you not to lead us into another monster,” you say. 

James gives you a sharp nod and a tiny grin prior to leading you both further into the jungle. 

“You still with me Y/N?” Mason asks.

You nod. 

“I-I’m not sleeping, just quiet,” you whisper. 

Mason grins.

“Got anything on your mind you’d like to share?”she asks.

“No,” you say, “just thinking about how we’re going to get out of this mess, whether or not I should quit journalism and get a real job.”

“It is a real job Y/N,” Mason mutters, “your stories have touched many people, that’s how I figured out about Vietnam.”

You chuckle at her words. 

“Says the war photographer who’s so close to her Pulitzer,” you say.

“Hey,” she warns, “you have a better chance of getting it than I do.”  

“Yeah right,” you scoff, “people see the horrors of war, they’d have a better time believing it than reading it nowadays, that’s for sure.”

Mason shrugs, “not if you’re the one writing it. And we’ll get out of this.”

“What makes you so sure?” you ask, finally glaring at her.

“We’re both anti war activists, “ she says in a matter of fact tone, “we’ve revealed lots of horrible shit to the world, even stood against it when people don’t listen.” 

You stay quiet and it makes her turn fully towards you. She stops moving with you and takes your face into her hands. 

“Are you all right?” she asks softly. 

You can’t help but get lost in her deep brown eyes, perfectly curled brunette hair and the way the sweat went down her chest. She wasn’t the only woman you had attractions for, but you had only dated men. James and your high school boyfriend being to only two. 

“Y/N,” James called your name, “are you good?”

“Y-Yeah, yeah let’s keep going,” you babble while pulling away from Mason, being able to walk and stand on your own surprisingly.

James stopped in his tracks abruptly. There’s a crunch of twigs and leaves underneath you as people emerge around you with fierce stares and spears. Mason takes your hand and pushes you behind her and James. James holds his rifle up, pointing it at the strange people around you.

“We don’t want any trouble,” he warns, “back way, and put the spears down.”

The people look rather tribal, painted in similar markings and dressed in similar robes. They move in unison, making a way for the three of you to pass, only for an odd man to walk out. His beard long, curly and grey, hair wild. He has  an aged military uniform on. 

“Oh, God, finally, “ he gasps, “they said you’d come.”

He gestures to the people with spears as you, Mason and James exchange confused glares. 

“Ah, I’ve been stuck on this island for over 29 years, I’m 45th Pursuit Squadron, Hank Marlow. Served back in ‘45.”

“You’ve been stuck on this island since 1945?” James asks.

Hank nods sharply.

“You guys look a bit worse for wear, how about you guys follow us--if that’s ok,” Hank says to the people around him.

They only stare at him, a few of the older ones before nodding. 

“All right! T-That’s great!” Hank cheers, “best we get there before sun-down, don’t want to be out here when the sun’s down.”

James looks to you and Mason for reassurance. 

“I-It’s all we got,” you whisper, “he seems like he knows this island best.”

Both James and Mason nod before the three of you follow him.

The small civilization Marlow and the natives kept was the perfect place for you to slow down and set up camp for a few days. Mason helped you to the tent the both of would share, staying with you. 

“Go, take more photos, I’ll be fine,” you say.

Mason shakes her head.

“Nope, not getting rid of me that easily. Besides, I wanted to talk to you.”

“Oh,” you say, trying not to act too surprised. 

“Yeah,” she says, sitting on the cot beside you, “what’d you see in that British asshole anyway?”

“W-What? James?” you ask.

Mason nods, “uh yeah. You both seemed pretty close.”

You glance down at your shoes. 

“We were. I guess it was the accent and how sweet he was. Still is at times, but he was so consumed with work--we both are,” you admit.

“His accent’s not that great,” Mason grumbles. 

You notice her frown. 

“You don’t really like him, do you,” you say. 

“I don’t like the looks he gives you,” she says before growing quiet. 

“Oh, are you jealous?” you ask with a tiny grin.

Mason shakes her head.

“No, I mean-yeah but you could do so much better,” she rambles. 

“Oh, and you’d be much better?” you joke. 

Mason blinks and slides closer toward you. She takes your hand, intertwining it with your own. 

“Could I show you?” she whispers, pulling you towards her. 

You shiver and nod, tilting your head. Mason takes initiative, meeting your lips in a kiss. Her lips are soft and firm as she moves her hands to your cheeks. You return the kiss fully, resting your arms around the back of her neck. She pulls back only a bit to look at you, eyes searching for something. 

“What is it?” you ask desperately. 

Mason reaches to push a strand of hair behind your ear before biting her lip. 

“I, I want to try something--with you I mean,” she says quickly. 

“Oh,” you say, quickly catching onto what she’s suggesting. 

“I  just want to kiss you again,” Mason admits, “and just feel you--only if you’d want me to that is.”

You grin nervously and pull her into another kiss. 

“Yes, b-but what do I do, I’ve never--”

Mason silences you with a kiss. 

“This is about you,” she whispers against your lips, “let me focus on you.”

You nod as she kisses you with more passion, hands rubbing down your sides and gripping your hips. A breath escapes your lips as you tangle your fingers in her curly hair. Her mouth moves to your throat, placing kisses along your sensitive skin. One hand stays on your jaw while the other moves lower, down your shirt, touching your chest a bit before her fingers rest on the belt of your cargo pants. 

“Mason,” you moan. 

Mason leans back up to kiss you again, deeply this time. 

“What do you want me to do?” she rasps.  

“Keep going,” you whisper. 

Mason nods and presses a quick kiss to your cheek and then another one to your lips again. She keeps the kiss going as she fiddles with your belt, taking it off and undoing the buttons. You waited for her to off your pants, but she didn’t. She only reached down, rubbing her fingers in your rather sensitive region. Your hands clutch onto her as her lips trace the underside of your jaw. She does this for a few moments before slipping her fingers under your underwear, making you jerk with pleasure. Once she eases you, she starts a slow rhythm. 

“M-Mason,” you groan as you wrap your arms around her. 

“I-I’m here,” she breathes, “tell me, let me know.”

“I-I’m close,” you groan, burying your face into her neck. 

Mason speeds up and moments after you feel a wave of pleasure wash through your entire body. She cuts off your cry with a kiss, her fingers slowing as her pace decreases. You sigh as she removes her fingers. 

“How was that?” she asks with an attentive look. 

You answer her with a deep kiss. 

“Amazing,” you say. 

Mason grins smugly. 

“Better than him?”

You only bring her back to your lips as your make-out leads to much more that night.   

#kong skull island #king kong #tom hiddleston #tom hiddelston x reader #Brie Larson #brie larson imagine #brie larson x reader #brie larson x you #mason weaver x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #kong skull island imagine

[judgement-free-sideblog]

Ghosts from the rain forest

As I previously stated Captain James Conrad is my favorite character from Tom Hiddleston, and I think I took long enough to write this.

Summary: A simple rescue mission will bring him back to a place full of nightmares, and maybe this time he could find redemption. Situated in 1975, 2 years after the events of Skull Island.

James Conrad x Reader

Warnings: Violence, blood, wounds, mentions of war, cursing.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 1: A Wedding and a mission

The flash of a camera went off and the women in their long gowns smiled, frozen in place before immediately move so the next group of people could get their pictures taken.

"Must be nice to take pictures of flower girl's and bridesmaids for a change" He said to the photographer that seemed pretty uncomfortable in the dress she was wearing but still managed to put a knee on the ground to capture the little nice of the bride and her flower basket.

"What from wild animals and dangerous creatures? Have you seen San Lin this morning when the officiant was late?" Weaver took the hand he offered and stood up "In any case how are you dealing with being back in society, how is the arm?" He instinctively touch the place were a couple months before some vicious fangs almost ripped it off, after that and some days at the hospital Brooks had prevent him to going back to the field and he had ended up as best man in his wedding with San Lin.

"It's better, but I feel I could die from boredom, how is the new job going?" Mason was now part of an anthropology expedition to Etiopia and the recent discovery of Lucy have kept her busy to be around with him or Monarch, it was for the best, she wanted to change the world and lately there was little to no advance in their understanding of the origin of those creatures, so they might as well start trying to understand human's.

"Would it be rude if I said it's amazing?" He grin at her, he was happy she had found something that made her happy, especially since their attempt at being together didn't work out, and he was glad that at least they have managed to save a friendship "I'm meeting so many people and the things they have found, it's just incredible. You should come with me sometime, well if Houston doesn't send you to Antarctica to find more MUTOs, Lin says he wants to talk to you" She pointed behind him and walked away muttering "Good luck" while the groom approached him with two glasses of champagne in his hands.

"Conrad," Houston said firmly putting his hand on his shoulder after giving him one of the glasses, after those years and missions he had grown to respect that men deeply "are you enjoying the pary?" He seemed nervous, as if he was searching for the right way to bring up something.

"Plenty Brooks, I hope Lin and you to be very happy" He said hopping the small talk would encourage him to talk.

"James I have a favor to ask you" He said finally after a big sip of his drink "I understand you are still on medical leave, and in no shape to travel, but this... I mean this is not as dangerous as your previous assignments, and truly I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important" he keep babbling getting nowhere for a minute before James interrupted him.

"Can you tell me what it is? Before you faint and your wife take it on me" Conrad pointed a chair and once both men were sitting Houston spoke calmly.

"Is Randa's daughter, she is lost in some jungle and I need you to get her out of there" He had a desperate look on his eyes.

"I didn't knew he was married or that he had a daughter" Conrad tried to make some sense out of the situation.

"Yeah well after he was discredited for his research on Monarch they grow apart, Y/N, I mean Dr. Y/L/N she goes bye her mother's maiden name" James can understand that, if wasn't because he had actually seen the subjects of said research he would also have said the man was crazy.

"And you said she is lost?" The story was turning interesting for Conrad since Randa never strike him as a fatherly man.

"She worked in the development of agriculture technology, when the Vietnam war started she changed paths and became an humanitarian, so she is in every war zone, or isolated place where she could help people, before we went to skull island Randa was trying to found her, to reconnect with her, and I recently had news that she is lost in the middle of a political conflict in Asia" He said and now Conrad could see where he fit in the story and a had a bad feeling about it.

"Where is she? And why do you need me specifically to find her?" James asked.

"Malaysia" He said and he could feel a strain of pain in his chest about that place, not sure at all if he wanted to go back there. "The last record we have of her is she fled Borneo to carry food and medicine to some villages in Malaysia, and I know is the last thing you want to do, but I don't think there's anyone else who could help me" that was definitely not something he wanted to be doing at his wedding.

"How do you know she is alive?" He asked knowing too Well he was about to make a bad choice.

"We intercepted a telegram about a delivery of medicine in Bandar Seri Begawan, she might be there to pick up things and go back to the forest"

"So she is not lost, just avoiding you?" Conrad was not stupid, but as far as he knew there were no wild vicious creatures in that island so he could actually go there. "Fine I'll go, but it's a favor to you on your wedding day, you can't ever ask for anything else" He said very seriously and Houston knew he was telling the truth.

You look at the post card one last time before turning down your light, there was another week in the forest surrounded by humid nights and mosquitoes before you have to go back to civilization to pick up more medicine, and you couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

That was the last you have known from Randa, a postcard from Washington almost two years ago, it wasn't that wired since he often disappeared for months but the cryptic message on it was telling you maybe this time something have happened to him. "I finally got him baby, you'll see" you shake those feelings out of your head, then you remember the letter you got from some guy in DC named Brooks one year ago, about you needing to come home, and his multiple attempts to contact you. Your heart already knew what had happened to him, but your mind was conveniently avoiding facing it, and you preferred it that way.

You finally fall asleep thinking there was nothing that could actually change your life, nor even your father god knows where in the other side of the world or creepy guys from Monarch.

#captain james conrad #james conrad #james conrad x reader #james conrad x you #james conrad imagine #captain james conrad x you #captain james conrad x reader #angst #adventure #tom hiddleston #kong skull island #kong skull island fanfiction #mason weaver #Houston Brooks

[twistedbloodstain]

welcome to the bloodstained vinyl house! listen and enjoy the tracks below and if you have a request, click here ➡️ track factory

requests : open

note : i don’t have anything disturbing and if i did, i will notify. as of now, choose any track to twist through the depths of your head.

𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀 ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

echo 3-1 / alex x reader : all’s well that ends well to end up with you

- fluffy relationship headcanons with the glorious mustache man.

captain price x reader : november flush

- the one where the hot headed captain goes to a bakery.

sergeant kyle “gaz” garrick x reader : waves meeting your shore, ever and evermore

- the one where kyle meets the sweet librarian in the town library.

frank woods x reader : are there still beautiful things?

- the one where frank woods becomes a daddy.

frank woods x reader : putting roots in my dream land

- the one where frank woods deals with toddler antics.

kate laswell x oc!victoria young : what if i told you none of it was accidental and the first night that you saw me nothing was gonna stop me?

- the one where the watcher meets her match.

simon riley x reader: i try to capture every minute the feeling in it.

- the one where simon sees himself again.

𝗷𝗼𝗵𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝗰𝗸 (𝗳𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗲) 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀 ٩(ᐛ)

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫: 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰

－ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒔.

track one: to be loved is to be changed. | a glimpse of the world working for the marquis.

track two: because i dropped your hand while dancing left you out there standing. | the marquis catches a glimpse through you.

track 3: if my wishes came true it would’ve been you. | a glimpse of the marquis

track 4: i made you my temple, my mural, my sky now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life | the marquis wants more of what meets the eye.

track five: with you, i serve. with you, i fall down. | a seal of fate

𝗲𝘅𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘀:

sometimes we want people we can’t have. (teaser)

aftermath: i breathe flames each time i talk | love’s not supposed to be easy.

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫: 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬

— 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒄𝒆.

track 1: i’d live and die for moments that we stole | words and wind.

track 2: you had a speech, you're speechless | the calm before the storm.

𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘀:

𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫: 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝𝐬. | 𝐢 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫: i could never give you peace | what’s meant to be is supposed to be

marquis 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 ~(>_<~)

about the marquis

keith toshko

keith toshko x reader: and you feel like home. | what’s love for us?

𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝘂𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

comrade bell’s hot girl shit

nikolai does the john wick takedown on the butcher

need to know 🤝 frank woods

a dilf left us in 1983

weaver sneak in s1 cinematic

codm loading screen

frank woods laos thirst

alex mason’s music taste

my favorite kind of bell fics

bell’s theme

nsfw audio of hudson (still waiting)

daddy frank woods

perseus trio crack post

dead wife?

kmm? hudson

who’s your daddy??

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joel’s physique

dilf joel.

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pseudonym x pseudonym : salt air

- clandestine meetings and planned destined meetings.

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[babybluebex]

distracting [tom hiddleston x reader]

➽ pairing: tom hiddleston x costar!reader (y/n) ➽ word count: 1.1k ➽ summary: during a panel at comic con for you and tom’s new movie, tom gets distracted by you.   ➽ warnings: secret relationship ➽ a/n: happy birthday tom!!​

Secret relationships were commonplace in Hollywood. The desire to have a single part of your life that isn’t overwhelmed with media was an enticing idea, and especially considering how Tom’s past relationships went, we decided to keep it to ourselves. 

However, press tours made it hell. Tom and I only ever met because we worked together on Kong: Skull Island. He was Captain James Conrad, a British soldier and tracker, and I was Dr. Logan Weaver, a botanist and Mason Weaver’s sister. In the movie, Conrad and Logan fell in love, much like in real life, but, because of our characters’ near-constant proximity, Tom and I were frequently put together for press junkets and interviews. Usually, it was easy; Tom and I had started as friends, after all, and it took nothing to revert back to that for ten minutes or so. The difficult part was longer interviews. 

Like this one. The lights were blinding as I stepped out onstage, hearing the moderator for the panel announce my name. Comic Con had been a goal of mine for years, but, now that I was one of the Hall H headliners, I felt like my brain would explode. I took my seat next to Brie and settled myself in, and she grabbed my hand and squeezed. “Look at you,” she said, leaning in so that the mics couldn’t pick up her words. “How’s Tom?”

“Nervous,” I shrugged. “Who wouldn’t be?”

“Ladies and gentleman,” the moderator began. “Our next panelist is no stranger to Hall H. Last time he was here, he brought the god of mischief to Midgard. Please give a warm welcome to Mr. Tom Hiddleston, playing Captain Conrad!”

When he came to sit at his seat, Tom gave me a kiss on both cheeks, his hands resting on my waist. It had become a joke on Twitter about how Tom was such a gentleman and would greet his co-stars so nicely, and he leaned over me to do the same to Brie. 

The rest of the cast filtered onstage at their announcements, and then the panel was off to the races. There were questions from journalists and audience members, most of which we had already answered in previous interviews, but so was the life of promoting a movie. I was glad that Tom and I were sat next to each other; his hand kept sneaking over to my thigh and fiddling with the hem of my skirt, and the quiet laughter we exchanged made me feel oh-so-young. 

Then, about halfway through the panel, they dimmed the lights and played a clip from the movie. It was from the beginning where everybody was meeting on the ship, and the clip focused on Conrad meeting the Weaver sisters. Makeup and costume had done a good job of making me and Brie look like sisters, and I smiled at the memory of filming the scene. 

“A photographer,” Tom’s voice bounced around the hall. “A botanist. And a tracker. What’re they playing at?”

“Beats me,” Mason Weaver scoffed. “I’m just here for the paycheck, really.” 

Conrad looked at Logan and his eyebrows drew together, the wrinkles in his forehead deepening. “And you?”

I was shocked by the way that my face was plastered on the screen. There I was, in a movie, at Comic Con. I grabbed Tom’s hand under the table tightly, and I knew that he understood me. Over the half year it took to make the movie, we had developed a nonverbal language. He squeezed my hand back and stroked his thumb over my skin comfortingly, and he leaned close to me, close enough for me to feel his warm breath on my ear. “You look stunning today, kit,” he whispered. His usual nickname for me was twofold: kit, like short for kitten; and a kit was the name for a baby fox, a bit of a playful jab at how I was younger. “That dress looks gorgeous on you.” 

“Thanks,” I whispered. “The slacks were a good choice. Make your ass look good.”

“God, woman,” Tom chuckled. “You amaze me.” 

“I just love an island,” Logan said to Conrad. “Any vacation from a stuffy lab, I’m gonna take it.” 

“At least you’re in it for something better,” Mason laughed. “That’s why you’re mom’s favorite.” 

“No, I’m the favorite because I’m the youngest,” Logan said. 

“Sisters?” Conrad asked. “Hmm. Must be odd.”

“You amaze me more,” I whispered back. I let go of his hand and he leaned back to his place as the lights came up, and I pressed my mouth into the heel of my hand as the questions resumed. 

“My question is for Y/N,” a young fan asked several minutes later. “What was it like working with Tom, Brie, and Sam, and are there any plans for you to join the MCU now?”

I laughed. I couldn’t help it. “Umm, working with this lot was amazing,” I started. “They’re the biggest bunch of fools you’ll ever meet, but, like… It was fantastic. I couldn’t ask for a better family. Brie was so warm and inviting and it wasn’t hard to play her sister, because she legitimately made me feel like her sister, and Sam is… He’s Samuel L. Jackson, I was stoked to work with him at all. Tom, he…” I had to keep myself from fully gushing about Tom. “Watching him work was amazing. Like, when he gets going, it’s nearly hypnotizing. Tom is so great at what he does, and you can tell that he loves doing it. As for the MCU part…” 

“You could come play Carol Danvers’ sister,” Brie said into her mic, sending the hall into laughter. 

“Does she have a sister?” I asked. “Who-Who would you want to see me play? I’m so curious.”

“I think...” Brie began. “Ooh. Ya know, I think you could do really well as Sigyn.” 

“Who?” I asked. 

“Sigyn,” Brie repeated. “Loki’s wife. One of them, anyway.” 

“That would be fun,” I said, and I turned to see Tom already smiling at me. “What d’ya say, Tommy? Wanna get married?” The hall erupted into laughter again, but I saw that Tom was on a totally different planet. His blue eyes were just a bit unfocused, and his smile was nothing short of dopey. “Tommy? Tom. Hiddleston. Hello?” 

Tom blinked a few times, and a red flush invaded his face. “Oh, shit,” he whispered. “Sorry, I was… I got distracted. You look so gorgeous today, kit.” 

The hall instantly started bombinating with noise, and I widened my eyes at my boyfriend. “Well, come on!” Tom exclaimed. “She looks amazing, doesn’t she?” 

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “Secret, eh?” I laughed softly. “Well, we got about six months. That’s a record.” 

“I’ve done worse,” Tom said. A blond curl had escaped the rest of his styled hair, and I reached up and brushed it back as I admired him. 

“You look really nice today too,” I said softly. “So, so handsome.” 

Tom leaned forward and pressed his lips to my cheek, and he whispered, “No more hiding, I guess, hmm?”

“No thanks to you.”

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[wfanfic56]

Reunion | Behind us | Weaver x Reader

Chapter 1

Normal day like every other. Walking fast with a stick through KGB headquarters with papers in your hands, from office to office. You came to your table, and sat down to take a break. You were looking at the ceiling, and you were thinking about those days when you were going from city to city, doing what they order you.

But now you are working in office because you were wounded in leg. You can barely walk without walking stick. His brown eye looked at you when he stabbed your leg. You grabbed your knife and you wanted to make him completely blind, but he ran away. He didn't kill you, he just disabled you and left that building.

You thought about that day, killing him so many times, but you don't have a chance. Or maybe you have it now?

Your supervisor called and you came in his office and gave you a mission. You must eliminate Grigori Weaver, no other than the same man who disabled you.

14 days have passed and you were sitting on the roof of a building, two streets away from his building, your gunpoint was set directly at his apartment. You were waiting for him to come back home from a mission. The lights turned on in his apartment, and you knew his next step. He always sits down on his sofa when he comes in.

He did the same thing always and just as you wanted to pull the trigger, someone was standing behind you.

"Y/N, don't."

You turned around to see only Belikov, your closest friend. He kneeled down beside you and puts hand on your shoulder.

"I'll explain you everything, just don't pull the trigger."

He sat on the cold concrete and explained you why he was here and why is he a double agent. You wanted to kill him, but at the same moment you wouldn't because he saved you so many times and that's at least what you owe him.

"I need your help Y/N. We need you in our team. Please comrade, help us."

You nodded and he helped you pick up your equipment. After getting down the stairs, you went to no other than Weaver's apartment.

Both of you were looking at each other, you didn't left your gaze from his eyes. To add tensions in the room, Adler, Mason, Woods and Hudson were there too. Belikov looked at you, waiting for your first words.

"Looks like a reunion after 2 years... Not friendly indeed." Mason started

"Of course not fucking friendly, she aimed her gun at us." Woods continued

"Okay, enough with this shit. What do you need?" You interrupted them.

"Where's Perseus?"

"Why did I have that feeling you would ask the same fucking question, Adler? When will you understand? Perseus is an organisation, not an individual. Everyone can be Perseus."

Adler slammed picture of Perseus and asked you again the same question. "Where is the Perseus?"

"I don't know. I'm was send here to do what they sent me to do. I don't ask questions I just do my work. I never saw that man." then you turned to Belikov "If you thought I would know something about this, you should have asked me in KGB. And even if I don't know I would find out for you, not like this."

"Then you would kill me. Y/N, this is our only way of finding him. We will make everything, even make you a new identity, new citizenship. Just help us."

You looked at them, especially at Adler and Hudson. They nodded towards you, and you knew that they meant that what they said. You stood slowly up and held out your hand to Adler.

"Soldier to soldier. We are brothers in arms. Let's help each other then. I'll help you find Perseus, you gave me a citizenship."

"Fair enough."

"What a lovely reunion." Eye patched man said in the corner of the room. You looked towards him and you could barely resist not to shoot him.

Here you are, just one meter away from him. So close, but so far away. He isn't your enemy, he's now your comrade, but yet you have madness in yourself towards him more than to anyone.

"We're not finished, yet." was your reply to him. Belikov helped you to carry your things to another apartment, and that apartment was only few doors from Weaver's.

"Great, really great." You said to yourself "Now, I have to work with him? Is there anything else what will happen to me?" As you finished that sentence in your head, you entered the bedroom and fell on the bed exhausted from cold. You just fall asleep there in few minutes.

Belikov grabed blanked and covered you with them.

"Sleep tight, princess." he said and left your apartment.

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[snowgoldwaylon]

Snowgoldwaylon's Masterlist!

I will NOT write about:

Drug addiction.

Addiction to anything serious or harmful in anyway.

Any kind of sexual assault. That isn't tolerated on my blog.

Racism. I also don't accept the "oh I was just joking."

Cheating, infidelity, or r@pe.

Key: 🌟 means it contains smut/NSFW

🌠 means it has angst

👣 means family oriented/pregnancy.

Russell Adler: 🕶

Age Gap Headcannon

Cosmos and Cauldrons

Slipped Away part one part two part three🌠

Sleep Headcannon

How Do We Fix This? 🌠

Hang On!

Can I Have One Last Kiss? Part Two Part Three🌠

Wait, Does That Make Three of Us?👣

No More Second Chances, X Alex Mason Part Two🌠

After All This Time

The Outfield

Frank Woods: 🏹

I've Got You! Part one Part two

You What??

No Matter What

Likes and Dislikes Headcannon

Family Headcannon 👣

Auf Wiederseh'n PT. 2

I'm Gonna Rock You

Alex Mason: 🌞

All Night Long

Backyard Boy

20 Years Later 👣🌟

Ring of Fire

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Soft Lazar Headcannon

New Dad Lazar Headcannons 👣

Lawrence Sims: 🧭

Relief

New House Headcannon

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Life Saving Surgey Headcannon

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And That's When You Came

Not So Rough After All

NSFW Headcannon 🌟

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S/O Headcannon 🌟

Shane Sparks: ⚡

Date Night Headcannon 🌟

Dimitri Belikov: 🚁

You Call That Sneaky??

Traitor Headcannon🌠

Raul Menendez: 🇳🇮

Whisper of Roses, Part One Part Two

Nightclubbing

Family Headcannon 🌟

Vikhor "Stitch" Kuzmin: ⚰

Anything for You 🌟

Cold Truths 🌠

John Rambo: 🪖

Hurt reader Headcannon

Grigori Weaver: 🎃

New Dad Headcannon

A Night At The Opera

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Hanging out with the Safehouse Crew HC!

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Gender Neutral Headcannon!

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Smut Headcannon!

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[nonsensical-pendulum]

hello who wants Lupa Thoughts because Oh Boy Am I Having Some Right Now

(under a cut bc Long dskddb)

(ft. an excerpt from a whumptober drabble)

he is known as of the most ruthless of the crime lords. because while part of his thing is 'being more merciful than the commars' in that he always sends a hand-written letter to the loved ones of those he kills, he very rarely lets people live--commars, people who have gone against him.

if you join with lycaon, you had better make damn sure you don't give him a reason sink his claws or his teeth into you.

and then we have mx. x. mx. x is known for being merciful--to a degree, obviously, but is one of his more defining traits. he runs orphanages for children he finds to keep them out of the streets and away from crime--he never tries to recruit them. when he can, he gets people who come to him for help legitimate jobs. if he's being threatened, he's rarely in danger--he is a mineral weaver, after all, he can do any number of things to someone's ribs--and so he tries to at least understand, and offer help if he can.

he's not a fool, obviously, and he's not a pushover. it would be a lie to say he doesn't sometimes smile when he's twisting someone's ribcage around.

anyway i was writing a whumptober drabble and wrote this and i'm Thinking Thoughts

“Goddammit, J,” Mx. X spits, turning to their bodyguard. “I was never in any danger. Tell me what sorta weaver I am. Look at me and tell me.”

J swallows. “Mineral.”

“Yeah, a goddamn mineral weaver. A metal gun doesn’t scare me, smart guy. I was fine. You know who wasn’t? That kid!” Mx. X towers over J. “He was scared. He was told to kill me by somebody, and we don’t know who or why. I knew him, J. His name was Georges Mason, he had a lover, and he probably needed money or safety or God knows what, he can’t tell us, he’s dead! Maybe he would’ve gotten out of this whole rotten business, settled down, been happy. But now he’s dead, because you didn’t think.”

“I- I’m your bodyguard. You were in danger. I-”

“You should know what I’m like, then. I try to help people.” Mx. X turns away from J. “Well. You’ve proven yourself a fool. I won’t get rid of you, J, because you’re a good shot. But this trial period of you guarding me is over. If you want to be ruthless, I’ll pay your passage to England and you can go join Lycaon.”

Mx. X drapes their jacket over the lifeless body of Mason, then leaves the room.

#petrichor #c: mx. x #c: lupa

[where-dreamers-go]

James Conrad x Fem!Reader (Soulmate AU) Part One

(A/N: I wanted to experiment with another soulmate alternative universe. Predominantly in James’ point of view. This has been (slowly) in the works for a long while. Again, I went back to this now in 2021 when this was typed from a notebook in 2019. I kind of forgot about this one…my bad. So this is for @girl-next-door-writes Bingo Challenge~! Yeah, I know I have a few other insert readers that I’m working on, but this one was basically finished and I can’t believe I forgot about it. Part One, Erica? Yeah, I know...we get there when we get there. Bingo Card: Soulmates Warnings: Brief and vague mentions of people not surviving on Skull Island. Word Count: 3,246 words )

A world with ancient creatures long forgotten and slowly being remembered was an intricate puzzle. There were believers, those who were neutral, and those who spit negativity at the notion of something against their beliefs.

A society and world where soulmates could found one another on their own was exciting for the hopeful. Bioluminescent glow of the skin acted as a compass with one’s soulmate in place of North. A part of the body closest to the direction of one’s soulmate would glow. It could be the tip of a nose, an extended elbow, or any small pinpoint glow unless one’s soulmate was closer. The more near to one’s soulmate, the larger the glowing area. 

✧ ✧ ✧

James’ skin never glowed more than the size of a small coin. He had traveled more than the average citizen. He had been a captain, Special Operations, but was a civilian once more as a hirable tracker. Yet agreeing to go aboard his last job changed everything. What he knew about the world and her creatures was altered. Skull Island was only a part of it all.

On top of being forced into Monarch’s containment and learning that there were other monsters out there around the world—his skin was glowing in large patches. It was distracting for himself and those with him. The others were getting quite interested and offering to help. As it had been glowing more noticeably since he and Mason were briefed on the ancient super species.

“I can handle it. Let’s stay on topic, shall we?” James asked, as he walked out of the concrete holding room.

“Are you sure? Because—,” the boy, Houston, swallowed his words at the quick glance from James. “Right.”

It was no secret that the two scientists, Houston Brooks and San Lin, found James’ glowing skin to be a big deal. Seeing someone’s skin glow about the size of their hand was nothing to ignore. Yet that was what James intended to do. There were larger situations to consider, especially as the two scientists took Mason and James to another area—finally—once they were on board.

“More of your skin is glowing,” said Mason, her voice hushed.

“I know.” James stated, but not as flatly as he intended to end the conversation.

“I wonder who it is,” Houston stated.

“Someone in Monarch definitely,” San added.

“Again, may we stay on topic?” James looked pointedly at each of his companions.

“Sorry.”

“Yes.”

He did not have a clear idea where they were being lead in the government building, but he did know it would lead to more information on the matters Monarch was involved in.

✧ ✧ ✧

Work had been left ignored, procrastinated for hours. Your eyes studying your own skin as its bioluminescence when you had walked through the compound and as you sat in your small office.

You were brought into Monarch almost a year ago with promises of knowledge and helping others. Your curiosity had sucked you in. It was a home, workplace, and life like no other. There were many surreal moments, definitely, considering ancient creatures not being just legends. Something a zoologist like yourself dove into researching.

You were happy. You had a purpose of helping others. The more you learned and researched, the more you felt actually fulfilled. Also, the more paperwork and notes you had pinned to the wall and filed onto your desk.

Seeing your skin’s soulmate glow broaden in size seemed more otherworldly than writing down a wingspan for Mothra.

Sighing, you rotated your forearm as the glow spread to your bicep.

This week just keeps getting more intense, you thought. First an expedition on Skull Island, now—

Knock knock

You quickly rolled down the sleeves of your shirt.

“Hey, (Y/N).” Houston walked in through the open doorway, “got a minute?”

“Sure.” You answered, standing from your seat.

Three more people walked into your office, one of which you recognized as San.

“May I help you?” You asked as you made an effort not to make any direct eye contact with the newcomers for at least a moment longer.

“Ah…” His eyes were on the man he had brought with him.

“Houston?”

He coughed before speaking and turning his attention elsewhere, “This is Mason Weaver—.”

“Hi.” Mason waved, a woman with dirty blonde hair.

“Hi,” you smiled and waved in return. The glow appearing out of your hand. You quickly tucked your hands behind your back. A glow then brightening your face.

“—And…this is James Conrad.”

“Hi.” The tall man swallowed dryly, his face and neck glowing warmly. Extremely obviously.

Oh, dear, you thought.

Clearly, out of everything that happened in the past week, he was not prepared for meeting his soulmate. Neither were you.

“Hi.” Your voice lacked the strength you were hoping to pull out of yourself for one second away from your work. Although it did not seem to hurt any of the introductions.

Quiet quickly took over your small office. Multiple pairs of eyes looked between you and the Mister Conrad. With your desk behind you, you were a cornered little mammal.

“So, what’s your job here?” Mason asked, breaking through the other’s silent stares.

“I’m a zoologist and here at Monarch I try to figure out how these species live—survive in their environments. Hoping to learn about their evolution and habits. Basically the animal kingdom.” You answered, your shoulders slacking some.

“She also has an interest in mythology, which is a great help to us,” Houston piped up.

“If I was more into cryptology it would make this a little more fun. If not give me a small head start when I first came here.”

“Speaking of head start…How much time do you think we have?” Mason asked.

“Time… Uh. Considering we survived this long as a species, how technology is progressing, and how your expedition unearthed some of the creatures….I would say that we still have time before the world—our society as a whole—knows them as facts. That much can be said.”

“That’s good news.”

“But that doesn’t mean all humans or even our technology will be prepared for their arrival or even living amongst them.”

“I’m not sure I want to live next door to one of them,” Houston pointed out.

“The creatures already live here. They were here first.” San added.

“We are the ones who must adapt.” James said, arms crossed over his chest.

Your breath came in quickly as your eyes reminded you of the man’s own bioluminescence. It covered all of his arms’ skin that was visible from his short-sleeve shirt. Mesmerizing you in thoughts that seemed too supernatural and much too distracting for the topic at hand.

“Are we not gonna talk about you two’s skins glowing?” Houston asked, jolting you out of your thoughts.

You straightened up hastily.

“Learning all we can about ancient creatures that could possibly destroy the human race and other creatures of the world comes first.” You said, though perhaps more to yourself. It wasn’t entirely a ‘no’.

“Agreed.” James stated, arms still crossed and glowing.

You had only taken a glimpse at him from the corner of your eye.

“Alright,” Houston drew out the word. “The world is top priority.”

“As it should,” San added. “And we should show Mason and James the other wing. Show them their rooms and where they can eat.”

“It was nice meeting you,” Mason said as she turned towards the door.

“Likewise,” you smiled.

“A pleasure,” James said shortly before leaving just before Mason.

Houston and San gave their short goodbyes as they left you to your work.

You plopped down onto your chair. Heart thumping loudly in your chest, you shuttered as you let out a breath of air.

“He’s here.”

✧ ✧ ✧

Mason and James were shown more of the facility on the way to the living area. A whole opposite wing inside of the secret facility where those in Monarch could stay. It was impressive. Their separate rooms would be the final stop on the tour.

James wondered if there would be no leaving that place. After time, would he want to?

I’m going to have to help people. I’m alright with that. If they need help—the world, I’ll do what I can. He thought as he counted off the doors they passed.

Houston and San lead the way.

“I can’t believe you didn’t stay and talk with her,” Mason declared from beside James. “Actually I can. Nevermind.”

“There’s no time.” James said.

“That’s a poor excuse for someone who just heard that we do have time. Years even.”

“But would it be worth it?” He countered.

“That’s up to you and her. You could also learn a lot more about this place.”

“I think I’ve heard enough about this place for one day.”

He knew that Mason was trying to bait him, but also to genuinely help. It wasn’t an everyday thing to hear about someone finding their soulmate; let alone see it happen.

It had to happen this way, didn’t it?

When night fell and James was finally alone, he was reminded of everything he had pushed to the back of his mind. Well fed and cleaned up, he laid in bed. He could not help but to stare at the glowing of his skin on his left side. It meant that you did not leave the facility either. Could you though? He reached out his left arm and watched as his entire hand glowed. Bright whites and warm yellow tones. Even when he was in the UK his skin never glowed more than the size of his thumb. His soulmate was there. Alive and healthy.

He sighed.

Normally he would not even think about his soulmate or even remember about a glowing patch of his skin because it was always out of sight or not enough to notice. Too many changes and discoveries. Then he met you. However brief of a meeting, James had felt something spark in his mind and his veins. Somewhere in him, he felt a connection. An interest that rooted itself inside of him where he could not see.

Closing his eyes, James settled with his thoughts.

She’s safe. That’s what’s important.

✧ ✧ ✧

James awakened from his half-sleep state from a knocking on the room’s only door. Rolling out of bed, he walked to see who needed to see him. It was not until his entire front was glowing brighter than yesterday did he know for certain who was behind the door. He flicked on the room light. Sleep faded from his mind completely.

He took a breath in.

Upon opening the door, he did not mind greeting who he saw.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning,” you smiled all tense with your face all aglow.

A small smile curled his lips.

Guess it didn’t take her long to figure out which room I was in.

“I’m sorry if it’s too early.” You said, voice hushed.

“It’s fine. Truly.”

“I was just…wondering if you were okay.”

He could of laughed at the statement, but he chose against it.

“Considering I was lucky to return alive from an island full of monsters, was taken against my will to be brought here, was shown a presentation of other monsters on the planet, and still haven’t left this place—I would have to say that simply ‘okay’ doesn’t quite fit.”

Silence filled the hall.

James felt a twinge of guilt seeing the mixture of hurt on your face unfiltered. Your fingers intertwined tightly. He waited to hear what you would say.

You finally found words you wanted to share, “Monarch tends to be a bit dramatic and secretive, but I think that’s because it’s difficult for Monarch as a whole to find people they can trust.”

“They seem to trust you a great deal.”

“I’ve just gathered information. I’m a zoologist and I also want to make sense of what our world really is—but that doesn’t mean I’ll figure out everything we should even know about one of these creatures. I do my best. I don’t go out recruiting or anything. I haven’t even been out in the field in months.”

He saw more than he had yesterday how the subjects at hand were making you distressed. Seen from how your eyes looked panicked and you hid your hands in the sleeves of your sweater.

“I’m sorry for what you went through on the island. No one should have gotten hurt or…,” your voice trailed off.

“Each of us knew the risks—to a degree.”

“But you weren’t told the truth. It wasn’t fair.”

James leaned against the doorway. New thoughts coming forward in his mind.

“Were you available to go to Skull Island?”

“I—,” you cocked your head at him before your eyes glanced elsewhere. “Bill Randa told me to look over my research. Basically like writing a second draft to a paper. He told me that I was missing something. But…we didn’t have any new information coming in at the time.”

“Any chance he was wary of whether or not you would have told those he hired why we were really there?”

That would have been helpful. But Houston and San did not say anything either.

“I…I don’t know. I’ve never told a secret before. Not that any of this is really a secret. It’s more like myths and stories that people wouldn’t likely believe at first glance.”

He watched as you rubbed your arms still deep in thought.

James straightened up.

“Would you care to come in? I think we’ve stood out here long enough.” He smiled.

You smiled kindly in return.

“Would it be alright if we talked about something other than monsters?” You inquired.

“Sure. Did you have anything in mind?” He dearly hoped you were not going to ask about the War or that part of his past that interested most others.

No doubt she had heard something from Houston or San. Or she asked.

To his surprise and only partial relief, you held up a single glowing finger.

Right. That.

James’ chest rose and fell before he nodded in agreement. The man moved back inside the room given to him and held the door open as you gingerly entered.

As you passed him the side of your face glowed a bright white that his eyes seemed to follow without a second thought.

Seconds ticked by and you were both still standing around and not sure what to do as you both glowed, keeping a distance.

You rose your eyebrows, amused with the silence.

One of us has to say something, he thought.

What was there to say? It was not the most ideal of circumstances around.

“I…I must apologize for being so blunt when we met.” James said. “Everything has just been adding up and piling on more information. I didn’t want to put any of that emotion towards you. None of this was expected.”

“It’s alright. I mean, I always figured I’d miss my chance at meeting my—uh, you know…”

James nodded.

“Because of my work and usually being inside or one place. Not really moving around. Plus I figured I’d somehow walk right passed or something and not notice because I’m focused on other things.”

“Your work is important to you. That’s good.”

“Yeah,” you smiled a bit as you rested your hands on your hips. “Nothing like good work ethic in something your interested in. Though right now it’s quite the topics.”

Narrowing his eyes for a moment, James figured you were talking about more than just monsters. About him, perhaps?

We keep dancing around the soulmate subject. What do we even want? What do I want?

“It’d been nice to focus on other things.” You said.

What?

The corner of your lips quirked up as you looked at him.

“Things about what other people do or are interested in.” You clarified. You had read his expression well enough.

“I’m not sure what information I could offer.” James stated softly. “I was still a tracker for hire when Monarch offered me the job.” He had not entirely wanted to bring that up to you, however there was not much else. How personal did he want to be? This was the most time he had spent in your presence since meeting you the day before. To him, you did not seem the radical type like those he encountered while on Skull Island. Time would tell when he would open up more to you. Even the whole soulmate subject was a heavy topic.

You seemed determined enough to push through the conversation.

“Could…,” you pressed your lips together in a tight line. Eyes no longer meeting his. “This is probably extremely personal, but—if you wanted to…would you had been able to find me on your own?”

“The glowing would had made it exceedingly easier. Yes.”

You nodded, taking in his words.

“Would you?” He asked.

Eyes returning to his, your shoulders perked higher. You shook your head.

“Even working for Monarch, I couldn’t.” You said quietly. “I think it worked out though.” You shrugged, trying to defend your happiness of meeting James.

She really is happy to have met me. Finding me though…That’s what I figured, he thought. She can’t travel the world with her expertise without support. She couldn’t have been able to find me in Vietnam. Seeing her office, she probably would had been helpful on the trip. He froze at his thoughts. No. That would had been terrible.

“I know that we agreed not to speak about any more monsters, however,” he inhaled visibly, “I am glad that you were not on that expedition.”

“Why?” Your question was out of curiosity not pride.

“Your presence would had made it more complicated. None of it would have been of your own doing. Rather, uh, the stakes would have been higher. Greater.”

Just the start of his mind thinking about if you there bothered him. The creatures, the people, unknown environment they found themselves in, and the secrets that were held.

“Oh…that sort of makes sense.”

“Sorry,” he took a step closer to you. “It’s just there were guns being pointed to anyone who disagreed with the Lieutenant Colonel. And if you were there I’m sure he would have used you as leverage or had threatened you or worse. Our glowing skins would have made us easy targets.”

“Not to forget the wildlife as I heard briefly.”

“That too. I’m so glad you weren’t there and I say that with much respect to you.”

“Thank you,” you said quietly.

That didn’t sound forward, did it?

“At least this is a much more safer environment to get to know one another.” James said.

At the closer proximity he could see that even the tip of your nose was glowing. He had never seen someone’s entire face illuminated before. To know it was from his presence, gave him an emotion he could not immediately place.

“How long do you plan on staying?”

The question struck him deep. James had not even left Vietnam when the war was over and even in Monarch he was not sure where he would stay. Was there a place for him in Monarch? He was a tracker and they were discovering monsters who lived below the Earth’s surface. He could find work there, but could he find a life there?

“As long as I am needed.”

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[softcallofdutyimagines]

Hey!! I hope you are alright!!

I have been playing Call of Duty Black Ops 1, I fell for Mason again. So could you spare some Mason x reader headcannons?

Oooo two for two on the mason x reader headcannons !!!! Sorry pt 2 that this is so late 💀💀 but I hope you enjoy these as well!!

Mason is the type to put on a good front of confidence when he meets others or simply just exists out in the world

But when things veer towards romantic interest, he gets very shy!!

You see, after the whole sleeper agent thing, he's had bad luck on the dating scene (particularly as we see from his emails with Weaver oof) and he's afraid to scare everyone off

He feels broken and unlovable bc of all the damage that's been done to his head :(

But if you're the patient and kind type, that draws him in immediately!

It may take him a while to act on any romantic intentions tho, like asking you out on a date...

But if you'd like to ask him out sometime, he'd say yes!!!

He's doing better since the BO1 days regarding his mental health, but even so, he has little slip ups and he's sure he's scared you away...

So why do you ask if you can see him again sometime?

You go on lots of fun dates together, like a drive in movie, roller skating, the shake shop, and more!

He's a fun type of guy when you get to know him, he just needs to get comfortable first :)

His mental health is still a work in progress though, so if you can be supportive of him during those tough and sometimes scary times, he'd be forever in awe and in love

He's never had that kind of close, intimate support before. Not in the affectionate sense that you give it in

Mason would be loyal to you until the ends of time, he feels like he wants to repay your patience and kindness, even in spite of all the times you tell him it's unessisary

You've made him feel like a whole, lovable person again, and that means more to him then you'll ever know 💖

#black ops cold war #call of duty #alex mason x reader

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Heart And Soul (Mason Weaver x Fem! Reader)

Summary: You’re a nurse. You and your doctor were hired to join the mapping expedition for Skull Island. And as one of the only females on the expedition, you catch the attention of a certain anti-war photographer, Mason Weaver.

New budding feelings arise between you two, however; your doctor isn’t so pleased about that. Seeing her as a distraction from your job.

Author’s Note: Second Kong fic! Let me know if you want me to do more!

Warnings! Smut!

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God, you were bored.

It was the briefing that did it for you. Telling you what to expect and what you already knew would happen. All the diseases and viruses going about on some island—on an uncharted one at that. Everything inside you screamed not to go, but your doctor: Doctor Tate, gave you no choice but to come along.

“You’re the only one I trust to help me with this, Y/N. No one else puts in the effort that you do.”

That’s because no one else cared to put in the effort that you did. Your shifts at the hospital had taken a toll on your life, it almost felt like you were the only one to keep the hospital afloat. No matter who was brought in through those double doors, you were always there on the case. Even to the point where you were the one they depended on more than the doctors.

But now you were here, standing around army soldiers and scientists, all while listening to a sergeant go on about the island. Tuning out most of the briefing you very well could’ve fallen asleep, that is if it weren’t for doctor Tate nudging you to pay attention.

“I know you’re bored but could you at least try to listen, miss L/N.” Tate chided gently. He’d call you by your last name in public, adding the title ‘Miss’ to it when he was upset about something.

“Yes, sir,” You say dully.

“Now, please.” He says firmly.

Your eyes dart up to the Sergeant who was still going over a few rules and some precautionary details, he was explaining to soldiers when the corner of your eye caught a head of brown standing to the left of you.

Turning your head slightly, you see a girl around your age; maybe older, staring ahead at the Sergeant. Your eyes rake up and down her figure quickly, completely taking her in. Her wavy golden brown hair sat atop her shoulders, her wide and focused eyes an earthly shade of brown. You found a breath escape your lips in a small gasp.

You suddenly felt a firm hand on your shoulder, jolting you from your trance. “That’s that anti-war photographer, Mason Weaver. I was told we’re supposed to stay away from her.” Doctor Tate explains in a hushed tone.

“Why?”

“She’s tricky, you get messed up with someone like her and you’ll get distracted. You understand?”

“Yes, Doctor Tate.” You manage to pry your gaze away from her. You spend the rest of the briefing fighting with yourself to not look in her direction.

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The next day was when things got a move on, the Army men got up early and started packing up the helicopters before the trip. Doctor Tate had gone out with Sergeant Packard leaving you alone in the infirmary taking inventory of your supplies. You listed how much peroxide you had before you went outside for a break.

You leaned over the side of the ship and looked out over the vast ocean, wishing that you were on a cruise liner to Tahiti instead of a mission to an unknown island with your boss. The large demand of antiseptics made you fear what lied ahead, but what had scared you most was the fact that Tate never seemed to worry about it.

The sound of approaching footsteps echoed loudly from behind, the sound stopping near the infirmary. You turn around to see the same girl from yesterday, the very same one your boss had said not to associate with, Mason Weaver.

“Hi,” She beams at you.

Your mouth instantly goes dry, and you suddenly lost the ability to speak. She smelled like warm vanilla, the sweet smell filling your nostrils. You’re filled with a sudden urge to bury your nose into her neck and inhale until your lungs ached. But instead you give a small “hello”, followed with a weak wave.

“I’m not sure how to ask this, so bear with me if it sounds weird,” She starts off nervously.

“Are you hurt?” You ask out of habit.

“No, I’m okay, I just wanted to see if you had any baking soda.”

“Baking soda?”

“Yeah, I’m baking cookies back in my cabin. You’re welcome to come over for some.” She says.

Your brows knit together in confusion. “You have an oven in your cabin?”

She tried to suppress her giggling, attempting to bite back a smile that had already completely enveloped her face, soon turning into a loud and obnoxious cackle. An expression of evident confusion painted your face as you watch her nearly fall over from laughing so hard.

“No, I don’t have an oven in my cabin,” She finally says as she takes in a breath. “I’m not actually baking cookies. But I need the baking soda for my pictures.”

You were still confused. “Why?”

“It helps slow down the development process, and provides evenness to the picture, in my opinion.” She supplies. “I tried asking the kitchen workers but they didn’t have any. So I assumed that you had some—“

“I do,” You insert. “Come with me.”

You two walk inside the infirmary, Mason waits by the door while you search the pantries for the baking soda. You used baking soda to clean most of the time, it also helped with kidney problems and skin irritations. You just never imagined that it could be used for photo development. Once you found the small box of baking soda, you hand it over to her. Your hand slowly brushing against hers, sending surges of electricity through your entire body.

“Thanks,” She grins, fiddling with the box. “Means a lot to me.”

“You can keep that box,” You offer a genuine smile. “I have plenty more, plus it’s just baking soda.”

“Thank you-uh...Y/N, right?”

Your name flowed off her lips so freely, you could only imagine how it would sound when you brought her nirvana over and over again. The softness of them against your own. Halving half a mind to press her against that wall and take her right then and there, but instead, you simply smile and nod.

“I’m Mason Weaver,” She points to herself. “Though you probably know that by now since...I have a reputation apparently.”

You could imagine how she must’ve felt knowing that everyone on the ship had despised her because of her career. You made an attempt to change the subject onto something playful. “Try not to add too much baking soda to your cookies, it could make them bitter.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” She says in a playful tone. “As a thanks, you should come to my cabin, I’ll show what I’m talking about.”

“Really?” Your heart stopped mid-beat.

“Yeah, you’re nicer than everybody else here. A lot nicer actually. So I don’t see why not.”

“But you barely know me, how do you know I’m not some murderer?”

“I don’t know that, you’re right. But I have a good feeling about you.” Mason answers with a grin. “It’s cabin five.”

She twirls around on the balls of her feet and walks away. Thankfully Mason had gotten far away from you enough before doctor Tate had returned, even though he probably knew what you were doing judging by the look on your face.

“I finished taking inventory, sir. We have a little bit extra but everything is still accounted for.” You announce.

“That girl was here, what for?” He asks, a slight bite to his tone.

“What girl?” You regretted the words as soon as you spoke; suggesting a lie to cover the other one. “I didn’t see a girl. Especially the one you’re talking about.”

“I don’t appreciate you lying to me, miss L/N. Now why was she here?” He bit.

“Is it against the rules to give her a band-aid, doctor Tate? Or some peroxide?” It wasn't necessarily a question, but a statement that you wanted an answer for.

He huffs a breath out of his nose, “No, but I said to stay away.”

“And I did. She came to me,” You retort proudly. “But that doesn’t make any sense, if you want us to stay away how are we supposed to help her if she needs anything? Just ignore her? That’s not right.”

“Then you let me handle it, miss L/N.” Tate says firmly. “Because the last thing I need for you is to fall victim to that girl’s charms.”

Good thing he didn’t know about your date tonight.

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The next few days had started to blur together, each and every crew mate had to get vaccinated before leaving for the island. You had never seen so many men cry and whimper at the sight of a needle, even the ones you thought looked tough enough to bench press you. Along with that, doctor Tate had given you work load upon work load to keep you from seeing Mason. Tried to keep you from seeing Mason.

What he didn’t know was that after that night, you would sneak out late every night and go to her cabin, coming back when the sun would rise. Over time, you two had gotten to know each other better, from the basis of your careers to your favorite colors (Hers was green). She’d teach you about the photography; different types of photos and film as well as how to develop them.

But what you mainly enjoyed was spending time with Mason, you barely kept a proper sleep schedule when you would visit her. Your favorite thing about her was her smile, you liked how genuine it always looked. When you made her laugh it only intensified, her eyes crinkling into little slits. And like the photos, you developed things as well.

A love for Mason.

She seemed happy around you, like she felt the same way. But you only thought about what doctor Tate would think. A part of you cared less about him being upset, but another part worried about what he would do if he did find out.

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Time Skip (After the helicopter crash):

Nighttime

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Night fell like a thick noir curtain, everything was quiet and compared to the day that you had, it was a welcome change. Your helicopter had crashed on your way into the island, leaving you stranded until further notice, and you had just found out that the creatures on this island were gargantuan in size, a giant ape having knocked down your helicopter in mid flight (to which you still couldn’t believe), and you met a man named Hank Marlow an old World War Two vet who was stranded on the island for 29 years.

You were now in a village, resting on furs in the hut that you were given still pondering to yourself that any of this had happened, which made it very difficult to get any sleep. You got up from your bed and walked out of the hut, deciding to take a walk around the village. You passed one hut before you deemed yourself finished, settling down next to a tree and looking up at the moon.

“Can’t sleep either?” Asked a voice.

“No, not really.” You craned your neck to look back, seeing Mason come out from the hut you walked past. “Sleeping doesn’t really sound good when you’re surrounded by giant animals and insects that could kill you at any time.”

She breathes out a laugh, mincing her way up to you. “Don’t forget the diseases we were warned about, and the vaccinations we had to get to prevent them.”

“How could I forget? Every man in the infirmary turned into a crying baby.” You laugh. “A majority of them developed a fear of needles that day.”

You glance over at Mason, your heart speeding up its rhythm while you stood in her presence. It sped up faster at the thought of her holding you, both arms laced around your middle. As much as you wanted to make your feelings known at that moment, something told you to keep it to yourself, but at the same time...

You take the initiative, pulling her close to you and meeting her lips in a kiss. Her lips are stiff against yours at first, melting into your touch after a while. You cup her cheeks instinctively, as she rests her arms around your waist. You pull away only for a moment, Mason whimpering at the loss of contact.

You tugged at your bottom lip, eyes searching hers for something. “Come here,”

You press her body against the tree, as you begin to kiss her with more passion. Her hands pulling you in closer as they never left your waist. A sharp gasp escapes your lips as you feel her lips move down to your neck, placing kisses and bite marks along your throat. Your hand stays on her cheek while the other moves to her waist, resting on hem of her cargo pants. 

“Can I?” You rasp, practically begging.

“Please,” She mewls.

With that, your hand unbuttons her pants, sliding down into the place she wanted you most. Her body tensed up as you strummed pleasure through her underwear, rubbing her dampened folds slowly and roughly.

“Y-Y/N...fuck—keep going,” She cried out, bucking her hips against you hand. Desperate for friction.

You pulled her underwear to the side, finding her clit with your thumb and trailing your fingers against her slit, burying them both inside her causing Mason to jerk with pleasure. Your digits easing her into a slow rhythm, each pump of your fingers caused her walls to clench around your fingers, almost releasing everything right then and there.

Her hands smoothed up your shoulders, digging her nails into the back of your shirt. Her hips rolled into your thrusts, her moans to go higher and more breathless. You withdrew your fingers with a loud squelch, kneeling down in front of her and pulling down her pants to her ankles.

You put your fingers to your lips, tasting the sweet taste of Mason Weaver on your tongue. Moaning at the taste. “I need though to be quiet, I don’t want anyone to come out here and see us. Okay?”

“Okay,” She breathes.

You hoist a leg over your shoulder, beginning to suck on her clit. Mason’s hips jerk forward a bit, you feel her hand move into your hair as you slipped your tongue inside her. Earning a throaty moan from her as she tugged on your hair. The feeling of your nose kept brushing up against Mason’s clit as you began to make out with her wanton slit, encouraging her orgasm.

“Y/N...I’m cumming...” Mason pants, gripping your hair tighter.

Your hands grip her thighs, quickening the pace with your tongue, fucking her with your mouth. Her entire body shook like a leaf as her orgasm took over. A breathless moan erupting from her mouth and hanging in the air for everyone to hear.

“How was that?” You pant, looking up at her attentively.

“Incredible,” She replies breathlessly as she goes to her knees. “But I hope you’re not tired...because it’s your turn.”

She pulls you into a deep kiss.

#mason weaver imagines #mason weaver x reader #mason weaver imagine #mason weaver #kong skull island imagine #kong skull island #brie larson

[merakiaes]

Home Is In Your Arms - Reg Slivko

Pairing: Reg Slivko x reader 

Requested: By @socialambivert​

Prompts: None. 

Warnings/notes: Not proofread so I apologize in advance for any possible mistakes. I was really unfocused when writing this so it might be a mess, but I hope you like it. Let me know what you think xx

Wordcount: 8019

Summary: When continuously being put in life-threatening situations, hidden feelings are bound to be confessed as it might very well be your last moment together. 

You first met Reg Slivko when you arrived at training camp together, both of you having signed up for the Vietnam war fresh out of high school.

He had set his eye on you pretty much instantly, seeing as you were the closest to each other’s ages and you also happened to be the only girl, and the first thing you had thought when first seeing those soft, brown eyes and that wide, silly smile of his, was how cute he was.

Oh lord, he was cute. He was dimmer than a broken lightbulb, but he was cute. 

Unfortunately, however, it was not the time nor place to get romantic or sexual, even though a lot of the soldiers in training with you turned gay-for-the-stay, so you kept your relationship on a friendly level.

If constant flirting, teasing and lingering touches, along with the occasional grope here and there, was what was considered to be ‘friendly’, that is.

On a more real note, though, everyone knew you were more than friends, but you kept insisting to everyone pointing out your closeness that you were nothing more than best pals. You insisted on it so much, in fact, that eventually, you kind of started believing it too.

But when you were a part of Preston Packard’s Sky Devils team, you didn’t get much time to think about it.

There was always work to be done, and when there wasn’t, the boys were never up to any good, running circles around you and nagging your ears off.

And this afternoon would be no different, you knew, as you stepped into the canteen of the ship you had boarded not long ago, wasting no time in walking up to your fellow soldiers when you spotted them at their table.

“What’s up, rat bastards?” You asked with a grin, holding your arms out to present yourself as you approached them.

All of them greeted you and Cole and Jack made room for you between them, where you effortlessly sat down on the bench.

Reg’s eyes were instantly set on you, but before him, or anyone else for that matter, could say anything, they watched as you brought your hand up to your face to slowly tilt your sunglasses down, setting your eyes on something across the room.

“Oh, yes please.” You spoke in a murmur, and their eyes instantly followed your line of sight, landing on the tall, muscular man standing at the other side of the room, conversing with a blonde woman.

Jack chuckled, slapping Cole’s back, who in turn slapped Mills, all of them joining in on the silent laughter and hooting. “Oh, look out. (Y/L/N)’s on the prowl.” Jack teased, and while you joined in on the laughter, Reg’s face pulled into a scowl.

“No, she’s not.” He spoke, maybe a little too quickly, causing you all to turn to him with raised eyebrows.

When seeing all eyes on him, he neutralized his facial expression and shrugged, slumping in his seat and averting his eyes to the food in front of him. “I mean, he’s like forty years old. He’s basically an old man.”

He looked up again to meet your eyes, and you smirked at him, eyes squinting with playfulness. 

Without breaking your stare, you stood back up and stepped out of the bench again, took off your sunglasses and leaned forward to give him a devilish grin.

“Maybe that’s how I like them.” You whispered, and then you stood up straight, slapped your own ass to tease him further, and walked away, smiling to yourself as you had successfully sent them all into a laughing fit.

You obviously didn’t care for the man you were now walking in the direction of, no matter how nice he was to look at. But Reg didn’t have to know the truth because where would the fun be in that?

In reality, you were more interested in the woman, whom you had been told, judged by the description of her appearance that you had gotten, that you would be bunking with during the trip to the island.

When you reached them, the two greeted you politely, introducing themselves as Captain James Conrad and Mason Weaver, and after a moment of conversing, you were all called in for a briefing during which the scientists and Jack told you why you were there and how you were going to go about the mission.

After that, you showed Mason where your room was, as she had arrived later than you and therefore hadn’t gotten the chance to find it yet, and when she excused herself to do… well, whatever it was she was going to do, you moved outside to sit with your fellow soldiers.

You joked around like you always did, until it started getting late and you started feeling tired.

Your room and Reg’s room were on complete opposite sides of the ship but still, he was right there by your side, walking through the corridor on your ship-side, banging his fist against the wall as you went.

You were used to his spastic antics at this point so you barely even paid any mind to it. You were so used to it, in fact, that you would’ve been more surprised if he didn’t make any noise.

But other than the sound of his knuckles knocking against the metal walls, both of you had been walking in silence this far, the only other sound behind heard being your dog tags clinking against your chests.

But then he threw his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side and asking. “So, what’s our plan for tonight?”

Again, you were barely fazed, simply raising your hand to grab a hold of his where it hung of your shoulder. “We do not have a plan.” You replied, turning your head to look at him to see his eyebrows raise.

“Well, let’s make one.” He said, mimicking your tone.

In response, you plastered on a sarcastic, playful smile, nudging his side. “I have my own plans, that doesn’t include you.” You said, and his face instantly pulled into a deeply, genuinely offended expression.

“I thought we were a team!” He exclaimed, stopping in his tracks and removing his arm from around your shoulders.

“We are.” You just raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on your lips. “Which is exactly why I need a break.”

“You need a break? From me?” He scoffed, raising a hand to his chest. “I’m seriously wounded. Like, worse than the time you accidentally shot me in the shoulder at camp.”

You chuckled at the memory, leaning back against the wall and looking up at him when he stood in front of you, a hand placed at the side of your face. “Yes, so I’ll still like you in the morning.” You answered the first question, ignoring the last part.

At that, he couldn’t keep up his offended act anymore, his lips lighting up in a smile and a chuckle leaving his lips. “Wow, I’m that bad, huh?” He asked.

“Oh, the worst.” You said, frowning in a feign-serious expression.

“Well, that’s too bad.” He replied. “Because I was just gonna go take a shower. Thought you could join me, save water.”

He shrugged, a goofy smile lighting up his entire face, and you could only laugh, your head falling back against the wall. “That has got to be the lamest pick-up line in existence.”

“Don’t worry.” He smirked. “That’s just Plan A.”

“What’s plan B?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

He backed you further into the wall, and you had to really strain yourself to keep your smile at bay when he leaned in closer to your head.

“To take you hostage.” He continued after a moment of suspenseful silence, an evil grin overtaking his features, and the look he was giving you was enough to cause your entire stomach to flutter.

But you pushed the feeling down, raising a hand to his chest, trying not to think too hard about the sturdy muscle under your fingers and giving him a push to put some distance between the two of you.

He did nothing to fight it, keeping the smile on his face, as did you as you replied. “I already am. A hostage in this friendship.”

He simply chuckled, raising his eyebrows suggestively. “Are you sure you don’t want to join me, though? Last offer.”

“Pass.” You chuckled back.

He held his hands up in surrender, taking a step back from you. “Alright, your loss.” He said, and you shook your head at his antics, your smile now wider than ever.

“Bye, Reggie.” You sang, and turned around to enter your room, that you only now noticed that you had conveniently stopped in front of.

You pushed the handle down and pushed the door open, but before you could enter, you felt a finger being jabbed into your side, causing you to jump right back around with a squeal.

Out of pure instinct, your hand shot out to slap Reg’s arm, watching as he shrunk back into himself and raised his hands for protection.

“Get out of here!” You lightheartedly scolded him, and with one last look, he disappeared down the hallway without another word, laughing at himself.

You could only shake your head, looking after him until he turned a corner and disappeared from your field of view, only then backing into the room and closing the door behind you.

“He’s charming.” Mason’s voice reached your ears the second you stepped inside, and you raised your eyebrows playfully, looking over to her where she was sitting in her bed.

“He might seem like it but he loses a great deal of that charm when you get to know him better.” You told her, causing her to chuckle.

“If you say so.” She mused, and then looked back down into the book in her lap without as much as another word.

You didn’t say anything else either, going straight to your bed. You quickly got undressed down to your underwear and slid under the covers, falling asleep in no time with only one person on your mind; just like every other night.

The next morning, you were up and at it bright and early; significantly earlier than Mason who was still snoring away by the time you left your room. 

It was only seven o’clock so you supposed you couldn’t blame her, you were just used to being up at dawn from your military days.

You were in a good mood, excited to get some food into your stomach, but it became evident the second you entered the canteen that your fellow soldiers weren’t as excited as you were to be up that early.

They were the only ones in there, and you wasted no time in grabbing some breakfast and walking up to them.

“Good morning, shitheads!” You exclaimed as you got closer, and Mills visibly flinched at the volume of your voice.

“Stop that.” He said, leaning his head against the table. “It’s too early for you to be in such a good mood.”

You could only chuckle at his dismay, and all of their bad moods, plopping down beside Jack who looked to be a bit less miserable than the rest of them. 

“I take it you had a good night.” You said, and Mills brought his head up at that, heaving a heavy sigh.

“It was fun while it lasted. Not so fun now.”

Jack hummed, chuckling as he ate. “At least we’re not Cole.” He said, and your eyebrows rose, your interest instantly piqued.

“What about Cole?” You asked, and this time it was Mills’ turn to chuckle.

“He drank himself under the table last night.” He said. “Almost stumbled overboard.”

“Why am I not surprised?” You shook your head, laughing and looking around while you prepared your cereal. “Where is the idiot, anyway?” You asked, and right then, Reg came up to your table and wasted no time in sliding in beside you.

“I’m right here.” He replied chirpily, the only one besides yourself who wasn’t hungover.

You chuckled at him, dumping your plastic spoon into the cereal and getting ready to eat it. “Surprisingly enough, I’m not talking about you this time.” You answered, and before anyone could say anything else, Cole, the man you were talking about, approached the table too, raising his fist into the air.

“Right here.” He muttered, sliding into the seat next to Mills across from you and wasting no time in leaning his head into his palm and closing his eyes.

“Well then, if everyone’s accounted for, let’s eat.” You said simply, turning your attention back to your tray and picking up the sandwich laying on it, holding it out for Cole to take.

He took it without a word, unwrapping it and silently starting to eat it, and the rest of you took his silence as a hint to keep the conversation on a down low to allow him, and everyone else too, to wake up properly.

By lunchtime, everyone, including Cole, was feeling as good as new, and the entire canteen was filled with chatter; more so from your table than anyone else’s.

For this meal, Mason had asked to join you and of course, you couldn’t turn her down, bringing her with you. She didn’t say much, but she clearly wasn’t bothered by the loud conversation going on at the table, laughing along as you joked around.

“Hey, (Y/N).” Reg’s voice reached your ears from right beside you when you were all coming down from one of many laughing fits, and you turned to him, still chuckling lightly.

“What?” You asked, and he smirked at you.

“Close your eyes.”

“What?” You asked again, raising an eyebrow, suspicion filling you. “Why?”

“Just trust me.” He said, and you narrowed your eyes accusingly at him.

“The last time you said that you always burned my hair off.” You told him flatly, your face pulling into one of annoyance.

But his smile didn’t falter. “Well, yeah, but you didn’t die.” He pointed out, and again, you narrowed your eyes.

“That’s so not the point, Reg.”

“Come on, please. For me.” He whined, sticking his lower lip out in a pout and widening his brown eyes, making them look even softer and prettier than usual.

You kept your glare on him for a moment longer, but the longer you looked into his puppy dog eyes, the harder it got. So soon enough, the scowl fell from your face, a sigh leaving your lips. “Fine.”

He silently cheered, and you closed your eyes with another sigh.

“Open your mouth.” He said then, and you squeezed your eyes shut tighter, growing more and more suspicious.

“Slivko…” Jack warned, but the younger soldier only hushed him.

You were about to open your eyes again, and call whatever it was he was going to do off, but before you could, something incredibly sour was shoved into your mouth, and you instantly stared spluttering at the bitter taste overtaking your taste buds, opening your eyes again.

Your nose scrunched up and your eyes hardened. Spitting the lime out on the plate in front of you, you turned and glared at your best friend, violently slapping his chest.

“For fuck’s sake, Reggie!” You exclaimed. “Are you clinically insane or just incredibly annoying?”

“Probably both.” Cole wasted no time in answering for him.

Everyone was laughing, including Slivko, which only made you more agitated, causing you to slap him again, only with more force this time.

His smile fell at that, his hands coming up in front of him to protect himself from the hits that just kept coming. “Stop hitting me! Why are you so mean?!” He yelled, and you finally stopped hitting him.

“I don’t know. I think it’s just my factory setting.” You glared. “Or maybe it’s because you’re such an incredibly big pain in my ass!”

The smile returned to his face, his lips pulling into a shit-eating grin. “Come on, you know you love me. Give me a smile.”

He brought his hands out and pulled at the corner of your lips with his finger, and in return, you hardened your glare, crossing your arms over your chest. “No.”

“Fine.” He said, giving up. “I’ll just smile then.”

“Please, don’t.” You replied, but he was already holding the corners of his own lips up.

“Smiles are contagious.” He spoke through his teeth to his best ability as his lips were stretched up so hard.

He looked absolutely ridiculous, and even though you wanted to throw back some kind of insult, you found yourself unable to, your lips quivering as you fought to hold back the smile.

But he noticed it, letting go of his lips and pointing a finger at you excitedly. “See! See! What did I tell you?” He said, and you laughed.

“I hate you.” You said. “You are the worst human being on the face of the planet.”

“Aw, that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” He said, bringing his hand up to his heart.

Mason watched the two of you with a light smile on her lips. “You seem like really close friends.” She spoke up, for the first time since sitting down. “Did you know each other before the war?”

The sound of her voice attracted everyone’s attention, and Slivko instantly shook his head, throwing an arm around your shoulder.

“We’re not friends.” He stated flatly, wiping his face free of emotion. “Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.”

“Intimately close. Seduce your enemies.” You joined in, grabbing his hand that was hanging down above your collarbone.

Reg nodded in agreement, reaching out to grab your boob to prove your point. 

Without ever looking away from Mason, you delivered a slap to his wrist, causing him to pull back, but he wasn’t fazed, continuing. 

“Marry your enemies and poison the wedding cake. Boom.” He made an explosive gesture with his fist, and you turned to him with a glare. 

“I’m not marrying you if you’re going to bring the wedding cake into it, that’s just unnecessary.” You said.

In turn, he looked down at you, nodding his head with a regretful gaze. “I agree. I went too far. I apologize.”

While you kept looking at each other, Mason’s eyes flickered between the two of you from the other side of the table, her eyebrows raised in both confusion and amusement.

Seeing her questioning stare, Cole took it upon himself to explain, briefly looking up from his food to wave a hand in your direction. “They met in training, and we’ve had to put up with this shit every day since.”

Mason slowly nodded, a chuckle leaving her lips. “Sounds fun.” She said, and when you turned your head back to look at her again, she asked you. “What are you gonna do when you get back?”

You heaved a heavy sigh at the question, shaking your head. “I don’t even know, I haven’t really thought about it.”

“She’s gonna get herself a man. Pop out a few kids.” Jack joined in on the conversation, pointing at you with his fork.

To this, you raised an amused eyebrow, but before you could say anything, Mills let out a loud laugh from his seat. “You’re telling me you can actually see (Y/N), (Y/N) (Y/L/N), being a housewife?” He asked, and you shook your head in agreement.

“Yeah, no. I’m way too picky.” You admitted, turning your attention back to the food in front of you. “And either way, men aren’t very appreciative of women with strong minds and opinions.” You added, looking up at them while shoving a forkful of rice into your mouth.

Jack’s lips turned up in agreement and he dropped the subject, but Reg had other plans, scooting closer to you and leaning his head closer to yours. “I’m single and I don’t mind.” He tried, and you spared him a sideways glance.

“Dream on, lover boy.” You said, bringing your hand up to shove his head away from yours.

The boys, once again, broke into laughter, and Mills offered the discouraged boy a slap on his back. “It was worth a shot, my friend.” He said, and the smile was back on his face just as quickly as it had fallen.

Later that day, the boys were all out on deck in the nice, warm afternoon sun, mentally preparing for the mission that would officially start the next day.

When you had gone to join them, Packard had stopped you and presented you with a box of cake mix, telling you he had pulled some strings to get you into the kitchen if you wanted to treat yourself and the boys to something sweet your last night on the ship.

And how could you refuse?

It wasn’t the fanciest cake. You had to make do with the few decorative ingredients that you could find, but for a cake baked on a ship, it turned out pretty well.

It was around five o’clock in the afternoon when you finally stepped outside with the cake and a stack of plastic plates and forks on a tray, your eyes instantly rolling in amusement when you caught sight of a shirtless Reg posing in front of Mason’s camera.

Cole was sitting off to the side, as somber as ever, getting his hair cut while the others joked around with Reg in the sunlight.

Cole was the first one to spot you coming over, the others being too busy to even notice you. 

He was the only one who had known that you were going to make a cake, having walked into the kitchen while it was still in the progress to get one of his many snacks.

He wasted no time in sitting up straight in his seat when he saw you coming, waving his hand out to alert the others of your arrival.

When they turned to look at you, you held the tray up for them to see. “Behold. From chaos, order. From ugliness, beauty. From basic ingredients and an oven, cake.” You dramatically presented you work of art.

Reg instantly lit up in a large smile. “Nice!” He exclaimed, while Jack’s face pulled into one of disbelief. 

“Did you make that? By yourself?” He asked, helping you clear the empty beer bottles off the makeshift table they had made out of a wooden crate so that you could put the tray down.

“Why do you sound so surprised?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. “It’s the first time we have an actual kitchen and get to eat food that isn’t coming from a can. It was either go big or go home, and the latter isn’t really an option seeing as we’re in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.”

“A woman who can fight in a war and bake a cake?” Mills said. “Where the hell do I get one?”

All of them pulled their chairs up around the crate, Mason sitting down on one side of you, and Reg sliding in on your other side, wasting no time in reaching for a plate and then for the cake.

You instantly slapped his hand away, snatching the plate from his hand. “I promised the first piece to Cole.”

“What?” His head whipped around to face you, his eyes widening. “I’m your best friend, the first piece should be mine!”

You gave him a narrow-eyed look. “My cake, my rules. Cole gets the first serve.” You said and held the plate out for Cole to take without breaking eye-contact with Reg.

“That’s right. Suckers.” Cole said, wasting no time in grabbing it from you and serving himself a piece, the size of it causing everyone to look at him strangely.

“You gonna eat all that yourself, man?” Mills asked him, and before Cole could reply, you did so for him.

“The more you weight the harder you are to kidnap. Stay safe, eat cake.” You said with your eyebrows raised at him, all while grabbing a plate and fork of your own.

Cole nodded, his head already stuffed full of chocolate. “What she said.” He agreed, and you turned to him.

“Right on.” You said, clinking your fork to his before moving to serve yourself a piece of your own, the others following suit.

No surprise with Cole there, the cake was gone in what seemed like just a second, and all of you spent the rest of the evening out on the platform together, listening to music and fooling around.

Mason slipped off without any of you noticing, and eventually, you went your separate ways too, Reg walking you to your room just like he had done the night before.

Come next morning, you were up and packing everything into the choppers bright and early, ready to head straight into the big, never-ending storm.

“Ready to do this?” Reg asked you, standing beside you and working on packing the record player into its briefcase while you packed a rucksack full off necessities.

“Yup. Today’s just a light recon day.” You answered in a breath without looking at him.

“Then why are you packing five pounds of explosives?” He chuckled, and only then did you turn to look at him, just as you finished packing said explosives into the leather bag.

“I want to be prepared.” You told him, pulling the zipper up. “I don’t trust those shady scientists.”

He raised an eyebrow, brown eyes sparkling with amusement. Before he could say anything else, however, you were joined by another person.

“That makes two of us.” Packard muttered as he came up between you, looking down at your bag and giving it a nod of approval. “Good call, (Y/L/N).”

You gave him a curt nod, followed by a playful smile. “I got you, sir.”

He nodded at you with a small smile of his own playing on his lips, and before you knew it, you were on your way.

You were in a chopper of your own with one of the scientists, struggling to keep the flying vessel straight with the way the strong weather was pulling on the controls in your hands. 

But in the end, you persevered, with a little help from Packard’s motivating speech.

The sight you were met with once you passed through the last of the storm clouds was the most beautiful sight you’d ever laid eyes on, but the moment of admiration was cut short for all of you when you began dropping the bombs and shortly after, were hit out of the sky one by one by a giant gorilla.

Everyone was screaming over the comms, but you kept going for as long as you could, opening fire at the gorilla like the rest of the choppers until you, too, were hit to the ground.

Reg yelled your name as he saw your chopper going down, and only a second later a body came flying into his windshield, his chopper crashing, too.

You didn’t know how long you were out for, but when you woke up again, there were no more choppers in the sky, and the radio in yours was dead, along with the scientist who had been with you, oh so gracefully having been impaled by a piece of metal.

It was horrible, but you were used to seeing death and weren’t too affected, just lucky that the bag of explosives hadn’t exploded in the crash.

You had no choice but to go on and venture into the forest on your own, hoping to come across someone else before dark fell.

Your peaceful walk took a turn for the worse rather quickly though and soon enough, you were being chased by some monstrous skull-lizard.

You weren’t stupid. You realized immediately that your chances were pretty slim, but you couldn’t let that stop you. It was escape or death, and you weren’t ready to die. 

You had to see Reg again, but it was going to be easier said than done, and just when you thought your life was gone for, you lost your footing and rolled down a hill, landing right at the feet of a bearded man.

You put your guard up immediately, shifting back on your hands and feet and fumbling for your rifle, raising it right to his head in all of your panicked glory.

He wasted no time in taking a step back and raising his hands in his defense, eyes widening. 

“Easy, easy. I’m a friend!” He exclaimed, and even though it went against your better judgment to trust a man you just met, you lowered your gun and dropped to your back on the forest floor, bringing your hands up to your face as you caught your breath.

A few minutes later, you were walking side by side with Marlow, which the man’s name had turned out to be, the two of you conversing.

Although, he was doing most of the talking, going on and on about how excited he was that “you had finally come for him”.

You, on the other hand, were still traumatized from the “Skull Crawler” you had been chased by just a few minutes prior, constantly on your guard with your rifle in the fear that it would jump out at you.

Eventually, you were joined by island natives that he introduced to you as the Iwi. Their faces were painted and they didn’t say much, a nice change from the man you had been walking beside up until then, who never seemed to shut up.

The sun was just beginning to set and you were just nearing some stone ruins, when the Iwi suddenly picked up on something and ran ahead.

You exchanged a look with Marlow, before the two of you sprinted off after them.

Marlow entered the ruins first, holding his hands up to calm the situation down, whatever it was, and when you entered after him, you instantly realized what was going on, and you had never been so happy to see the face of Reg as you were then.

His eyes found yours and he wasted no time in lowering his rifle, his face falling in disbelief. 

The Iwi all had their spears pointed at him and the people he was with, but the second they lowered their weapons, he came rushing forward to take you into his arms.

“Oh my God, (Y/N).” He breathed into your ear, and you closed your eyes tightly, taking in the feeling of his arms around you. “I thought you were dead. We found your chopper and-  Shit, your head.” He cursed, taking note of your bloody forehead when you came back apart.

He met your eyes again, holding you by your arms. “Are you okay?” He asked, and you put on a feign confused expression.

“I- Who are you?” You asked, and you watched as his face immediately fell.

“I-“ He struggled to find the words, and you held his sad stare for another moment, before the laughter bubbled up in your throat, your head throwing back and your hands coming to grab your stomach.

“You should’ve seen the look on your face!” You laughed, and his face instantly pulled into one of enragement.

“That’s not fucking funny!” He roared at you.

The tone in his voice and the look on his face was unlike anything you had ever seen with him before; he hadn’t even reacted like that when you had shot him in the shoulder.

Because of that, your laughter quickly died down, a confused look overcoming your features. “What? It was just a joke.” You said, chuckling. “Why are you getting so mad?”

The scowl on his face only deepened at that. “Because, because I-“

“Because you?” You raised an eyebrow, and watched with amusement as he threw his arms out.

“Because it’s just not funny! Okay?!” He said and you raised your hands in surrender, nodding your head.

“Okay, Mr. Serious.” You said, flashing him an amused smile.

You moved back to Marlow, who was now talking to Conrad, and when introductions were out of the way, you were on your way again, reaching the Iwi’s village not long after.

During your stay in the village, you tried spending some time with Reg, but for some unknown reason, he was still mad at you for pretending you couldn’t remember him and pretty much gave you the cold shoulder, instead busying himself with fixing the engine of the boat.

After getting the boat to work, you finally got in contact with Packard. He set on a flare to give away their location, and you wasted no time in heading in that direction, trekking through the jungle in silence, staying on your guard.

It was so silent, in fact, that when Reg let out a loud scream from beside you, you couldn’t help but almost jump out of your own skin.

But when seeing why he had screamed like he did, you instantly broke out into laughter, going up to him.

“Calm down, you big baby. It’s just a chameleon.” You told him, reaching up to carefully grab the body of the reptile that he was trying to slap away from his shoulder. After putting it down on a branch in passing, you gave him a smug smirk. “You scream like a girl, by the way. I’m embarrassed to be your acquaintance.”

Your teasing wasn’t as appreciated as it usually was, much to your dismay, only getting a scoff and a sour look in return before he sped up and walked ahead, leaving you to walk by yourself.

Smile falling off your face again, you sighed, keeping silent the rest of the way, until James stopped by a small stream of water.

“We’ll stop here. They should be close.” He said, turning around in your direction. “Rest up, fill up your bottles.”

Everyone did as told, sitting down wherever they could find a comfortable spot, Reg included who sat down on a log right by the water.

Meanwhile, you stayed behind by a tree, leaning your back against the trunk as you watched him from a distance.

You knew that he could feel you looking with the way he was doing everything with unnecessarily aggressive movements, but not once did he spare you a look, causing your eyes to narrow with annoyance.

He might be cute, but he was also petty as hell, something you had never been on the receiving end of up until now.

A few minutes later, all of you turned to face the forest at the sound of rustling  in the bushes, and before you knew it, Packard, Cole, Mills, Reles and Randa appeared, walking into the clearing where you were currently waiting.

Reg was the first one up on his feet, rushing over to greet his friends and fellow soldiers, and you weren’t far behind, greeting Cole, Mills and Reles with tight, brotherly hugs, and Packard with a firm handshake.

“Good to see you alive, (Y/L/N).” He said with a smile, and you nodded curtly, returning his smile with one of your own.

“You too, sir.”

Not long later, you were all, once again, running for your lives, having walked right into the graveyard of Kong’s family on Packard’s orders, which also happened to be somewhat of a Skull Crawler lair.

The memory of being chased down by the giant reptile-like monsters only a few days prior was still fresh in your mind, and having to relive it now was stressing you the fuck out.

But you kept going, running in zigzags through the giant skulls of Kong’s parents with your rifle held closely to your chest, trying your hardest to see through the mustard-yellow fumes.

You were all passing each other several times, focusing on yourselves and shooting at the Skull Crawler whenever it came too close to any of you.

A while into the fight that, at this point, seemed completely unwinnable, Reg ran up to you with his rifle raised just like yours, running by your side and yelling out over the loud gunshots. “Before we die, there’s something I need to tell you!”

Without looking at him, the two of you turning a corner, you hardened your face. “We're not gonna die, stop saying that!” You yelled back.

“I still need to tell you!” He kept fighting, and you growled under your breath in annoyance.

“Can it wait?! I’m kind of busy trying not to die!”

“No! It can’t wait!”

Right after he said that, a loud screech reached your ears, and you instantly recognized the thundering rocking of the ground under your feet, throwing a look over your shoulder to see that you were now the main targets of the Skull Crawler.

Turning your eyes back forward, you cursed, picking up your pace. “You’ve been ignoring me for well over two days, you can wait another!” You yelled, and just as you were about to be swallowed whole, you grabbed Reg’s arm and tugged him to side, the two of you sliding into one of the Kong skulls.

You were protected by the thick bones, but the Skull Crawler kept snapping at you, trying to get through, and you wasted no time in backing up and firing at it.

“I love you!” Came Reg’s voice then, and you widened your eyes, your head whipping around to face him.

“What?!” You exclaimed, your face briefly falling in disbelief, but when you realized he wasn’t shooting, but rather just staring dumbly at you, the disbelief turned into a hard glare. “What the hell are you doing?! Shoot, you idiot!”

He seemed to snap back to his senses when hearing your words, shuffling back and starting to shoot at the Skull Crawler that was still snapping at you, until it spotted something somewhere else and left.

Once it was gone, you allowed yourself to take a breather, but you barely even got the time to do that, your face being grabbed in Reg’s hands a second later.

“I love you!” He repeated shaking your head lightly. “I am absolutely, definitely, positively, unquestionably, no strings attached, beyond any doubt, unconditionally, in love with you. I want to grow old with you and love you, make you smile and hear you laugh, every single day for the rest of my life. I get butterflies every time you look at me, every time you touch me, like some freaking teenage girl. I know it may not make any sense but when I look at you, I can feel it. I look at you, and I’m home, and if you stay with me I promise to make you smile everyday with my weird jokes, I promise to share my food with you, give you good massages and laugh at your stupid jokes. I like you so much I don’t know what to do with it.  My heart beats so fast when I know I’m going to see you again. And then, when you look at me the way you do, I feel like the luckiest guy in the world. I don’t want to go a single day in my life without you. I love you. I knew it the minute I met you, and I’m sorry it took so long for me to catch up. I just got stuck. But I- I need to know, if we’re going to die, if you feel the same way, bec-“

Without any warning, you grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him into you in one single, rough movement, pressing your lips to his in a kiss so forceful your teeth clashed together.

He let out a soft “hmpf” at the force, but wasted no time in pulling you closer, the two of you kissing each other with such desperation, hadn’t you been in the situation you were currently in, your clothes would’ve been on the floor in a second.

But this was neither the time nor place, so you pulled apart way too quickly for your liking, meeting each other’s equally as wide eyes, both of you completely breathless.

“Does this mean-?”

“Yes.” You interrupted him. “You’re a fucking idiot and I’m going to be mad at you for a while for giving me the cold shoulder and then choosing literally the worst possible time to confess your love for me, but I love you too.”

His eyes, still wide, widened even more at that. “Whatever possessed you to do that should possess you more often.” He breathed out, and you gave him a stern look.

“It can possess me more later, but right now, our main concern should be getting out of here alive. Okay?” You asked, and he nodded.

“Okay.”

“Okay.” You repeated in a breath, pressing another quick peck to his lips before grabbing your rifle and running back out of the skull, leaving him to watch after you with literal heart eyes, the poor boy now more in love than ever.

Once you had made it out of there with your lives intact thanks to Mason throwing a lighter into the fumes and causing an explosion, you wasted no time in getting out of the graveyard.

Reg had a close call back there and you had never felt a panic as intense at the one you felt then, rushing to his aid once James had pulled him into safety to check on his hurt leg.

You were a loyal soldier, loyal to your brothers and your superior. The only thing you were more loyal to was your own morals, and when Packard, even after what you had just been through, still insisted that Kong was the enemy, you had no choice but to go against him, much to Reg’s dismay.

The look on his face when you moved to follow James, Mason, Brooks and San was one out of pure betrayal, but you knew he would get over it, if the two of you made it out alive.

Just like you, he was a loyal soldier. But while you were more loyal to your morals, he was more loyal to you.

One look into your eyes was all it took for him to, with a trembling lip, turn his rifle onto Packard, the others following suit, more loyal to their brothers than their superior, who was clearly losing his mind.

Still adamant on killing Kong, he got what he had coming to him while the rest of you fled for your lives, running all the way until the dark lifted and the sun was coming up.

When you reached the edge of the island, Mason was sent up on the rocks with the flare gun to attempt to signal Brooks and San who were at the boat, and while she did that, Reg dragged you along by your hand toward the water; away from the loud screeches following you, which were only coming closer.

It didn’t take long for the Alpha Skull Crawler to catch up with you, and while the rest of you kept running, Cole came to a stop turning to look at the giant creature while slowly reaching for a grenade in his vest.

Mills and yourself were the ones to notice it first, stopping to call after him, and when he didn’t acknowledge you, you set off into a sprint in his direction without a second thought.

“No, (Y/N)!” Reg called after you, trying to catch your wrist to stop you.

But you were too quick, running up to Cole and starting to pull at him. As a response, he began pulling back, and you glared.

“Don’t be an idiot, Cole. Come on.” You scolded him simply, and before he could protest, you ripped the grenade out of his hand, pulled the spring out and launched it straight into the open jaws of the Skull Crawler, hurrying to throw your bag full of explosives in the same direction and pulling Cole away just as it all blew up.

The huge explosion caused the two of you to be sent flying forward, and although it didn’t kill the Skull Crawler, you were sure it weakened it, along with giving you the chance to get away.

Slivko was at your side in an instant, yelling at you for being stupid, before pulling you into his arms. 

Everything happened so quickly after that and hadn’t it been for Kong, you would’ve all died.

But he was there, giving you all a second chance at life and getting you all out of there with your lives intact.

The only thing you could hear as you drove away from the island was the sound of the boat’s engine and the wind howling in your ears.

No one had spoken a word since you got out of there, all of you just letting reality of what you had been through sink in.

You were convinced that no one would say anything the entire ride, but of course, Cole would be the one to break the silence, in the most inconvenient of ways.

“I could die for a smoothie right about now.” He spoke, breaking the silence and causing all of you to look at him with various expressions.

While most people looked at him with either disbelief or annoyance, you could only chuckle in amusement.

“After everything we’ve just gone through, you really think that’s an appropriate metaphor?” You asked him, and he just spared you a glance, shrugging his shoulders before looking back into the floor.

You shook your head at him, before pushing yourself out of your seat with an exhausted sigh, moving out from underneath the roof and climbing on top where Reg was laying flat on his back, hands clasped together on his stomach and eyes staring into the sky.

You said nothing as you stepped over him and sat down beside him, making sure you weren’t too close to the edge before laying down on your back at his side.

The second you were situated, his hands unclasped, one of them moving out to seek after yours, and you met him halfway, your fingers intertwining.

You laid there in silence for a moment, just taking everything in, before he spoke up quietly from beside you.

“On a scale from one to ten, how bad of an idea do you think it would be if we got married?”

At the sound of his words, you turned your head in his direction, raising a doubtful eyebrow. “You just confessed your love to me yesterday and you’re already proposing?” You asked, and watched as he turned to look at you.

“You’re an idiot, I’m an idiot. We’re co-presidents of Club Idiot. I can’t think of a better match.” He shrugged. “So how ‘bout it? Would it really be that bad?”

A chuckle left your lips at his poor proposal. “It would be off the charts.” You replied, your lips pulling into a gentle smile and your eyes staring into his. “Let’s do it.”

He matched your smile with one of his own, sparing you one last look before wrapping his arm around you and pulling you into his side, your head resting on top of his chest.

“I’ll take care of you.” He promised, and you closed your eyes and smiled, letting out a content sigh. 

“I know.”

Cole, Mills and Reles all looked at you from below, watching as you cuddled close.

They had all known that you had liked each other long before either of you had spoken those feelings aloud. Maybe even before you had realized it, yourselves.

They could see it in Reg’s eyes, the way he looked at you. As if you were the sun, and he was a child seeing it set for the very first time, and then the way your eyes sparkled right back whenever you looked at him.

Being able to find someone you clicked with so naturally was the best feeling ever. You felt like you had been best friends your whole life, and you were so comfortable with each other.

Maybe that’s what a soulmate really was. Not someone who shared every single thing in common with you, but someone who made you feel like you were coming home, which was exactly what you felt like when he wrapped his arms around you.

No matter where in the world you found yourselves, as long as he was there by your side, you would be home.

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okie dokie — we have reached another milestone! First I’d like to say thank you guys for following me and just being super kind with loving my writing (even if I slack a bit oop), y’all are seriously the best 🥺 now onto the writing challenge!!

Rules:

You don’t have to be following me to enter, but it’d be super if you did :)

Can be for any character or fandom of your choosing! Doesn’t have to be for Marvel specifically!

Two people per prompt! The prompts (au, dialogue & song) will be crossed out when each piece has been taken! So please make sure to keep checking back at the OG post for reference with this! I’ll be sure to reblog it every once in a while :)

The prompts are separated into three categories: AU’s, Dialogue & Songs

You can write smut! Just please make sure to place it in the warnings and add a ‘keep reading’ tab

If the fic is over 500 words, please make sure to add in a ‘keep reading’ tab! It’s a life saver

No inc*est, r*pe or p*d*philia please, those are big no-go’s in fics for me.

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The due date for the fics is August 13th! But the date is super flexible so if you need more time, just let me know!!

Send me an ask as to which prompt you would like and I’ll write you down! Happy writing babes! x

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Now onto the good stuff —

AUs:

College — 1. @clarkimagines w/ Carol | 2. @marvelbbyx w/ Mason Weaver

Royal

Vampire

Mob

High School

Social Media

Mythology — 1. @buckybarney w/ Bucky x Oc

Detective

Soulmate — 1. @marvels-writings w/ Natasha

Pirate

Dialogue:

“Keep goofing off and you’ll seriously get hurt” — 1. @hopingforbarnes w/ Natasha

“I don’t get why you can’t tell me how you truly feel” — 1. @marvelbbyx w/ Mason Weaver

“Wait- you did what to who?” — 1. @nekoannie-chan w/ Steve or Rumlow | 2. @shaynawrites23 w/ Bucky

“Don’t get too comfortable, now. I wouldn’t want you falling for me” — 1. @aymgreen w/ Wonder Woman/Diana Prince | 2. @tpsebast92 w/ Steve

“See! All is fine and taken care of! No need to worry so much”

“You just don’t get it” — 1. @allfiguredout w/ Carol

“Let me know so I can stop second guessing whatever is going on between us” — 1. @acdeaky w/ Gwilym Lee

“Live a little! Doesn’t hurt to have fun!” 1. @awrykai w/ Sonnet from USWNT

“You’re motherly nature is showing and it’s making you look soft”

“I’m lovesick”

Songs:

Killing Me Softly With His Song - Fugees

8 - Billie Eilish — 1. @buckyssoul w/ Sam & Bucky

Looking Out For You - Joy Again

Let the Sun In - Wallows

Falling - Harry Styles

Liability - Lorde — 1. @wndmxmffs w/ Natasha

High School Sweethearts - Melanie Martinez — 1. @empyreanwritings w/ Wanda

Cruel To Be Kind - Letters To Cleo

Just Like Heaven - The Cure

Leavin’ On Your Mind - Patsy Cline — 1. @marvelbbyx w/ Mason Weaver

any questions? shoot me an ask!! much love! x

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Promise

Request: Can you do a Mason Weaver imagine ? Like her and reader going on an adventure and something bad happen and Reader have to protect her or something ?

Pairing: Mason Weaver x Reader

A/N: So this ended up being a lot longer than I originally planned! This is my first Mason fic and I love this character so it’s exciting to write for her! I’m sorry it’s taken so long! I had a lot of personal stuff go on and lost all motivation to write until recently. I kept the ‘adventure’ the same concept as the movie, an exploration of Skull Island, so I hope you enjoy it! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated!

Please do not repost my writing anywhere without my permission.

“We said we’d always be there for each other. We promised.”

Mason looks at you from across the room, tears running down her face. “How can we be? We never even get to see each other anymore.” She gets the words out, holding back the sobs you know she wants to let out.

“There’s gotta be some other way we can work through this,” you say. You feel your own tears stinging at your eyes as Mason walks towards where you’re sitting at the edge of the bed.

“Y/N, you have a bag packed ready to leave. By the time you get back I’ll probably be gone again, too. We both know there’s no other way. At least not right now.”

Of course, you know she’s right. You both took your careers very seriously and neither of you would ask the other to sacrifice that. It doesn’t mean this hurt any less, though.

Tears start flowing from your eyes and Mason is quick to embrace you, holding you tightly in her arms and you try to hold on to the feeling of safety she’s always so effortlessly offered you.

Pulling back from her slightly, you press your lips to hers in a kiss that is both too fast and too slow before you rest your forehead against hers.

‘I think you’re the love of my life,” you whisper, your voice cracking. Mason closes her eyes for a long moment and when she opens them you watch a tear roll down her cheek. She can’t find the words but when she pulls you even closer in an almost desperate kind of way, you know she feels the same. Really, you’ve both always known.

You eventually manage to peel yourself away from Mason, grabbing your bags and walking away, leaving behind the greatest love you’ll ever know.

You shake the memory from your head, your eyes trained on the figure walking ahead of you on the dock. In theory, you know it’s unlikely to be her. The expedition you’re about to get on a ship for isn’t the kind that you’d consider an anti-war photographer to join. Still, you can’t help the overwhelming feeling of familiarity as you watch the woman.

At some point you lose sight of her among the crowd, and it finally gives you the chance to snap out of the trance you’d found yourself in. You continue walking until you reach the correct ship and board it. You’re led to your room and it’s only small but you’ve definitely experienced much worse, so you thank the man who led you here before walking in and shutting the door behind you.

You place your bag on the small bed and remove your jacket, tossing it onto the bed. You take a moment to collect yourself, taking slow breaths before pushing the door open and stepping out of the room again. When you reach the deck you almost immediately spot Bill Randa, the man leading the expedition.

“Bill, hello,” you say in greeting, offering a warm smile and shaking the hand he offers you when he turns to you.

“Y/N! It’s good to see you. Thank you once again for joining us.” You nod at him.

“Of course,” you say and he gestures for you to follow him.

“Let me introduce you to some of the team.” He walks you over to a group of people and gathers their attention.

“Everyone! I’d like you all to meet Y/N, our tracker for this expedition. I expect everyone to give her the respect that she deserves. I have it on good authority that she is very good at what she does.” They all seem somewhat surprised that their hired tracker is a woman, but you pay no attention as your eyes roam the group and land on a pair of eyes already focused intently on you.

Mason is standing amongst the team in front of you and she looks just as shocked as you feel. You realise rather suddenly that the group is standing in silence, waiting for you to speak.

“Uh, thank you Bill, I appreciate it. It’s good to be here with you all, I’m really looking forward to seeing you all do what you do best.” Everyone mumbles their own greetings towards you before Bill walks away with a wave and the rest of the group disbands.

You and Mason are left standing together, silently looking at each other before Mason’s face breaks into a grin and she throws herself at you, the force of her embrace throwing you off balance for a moment before you steady yourself.

“Oh my god,” she laughs, pulling back to look at you. “I can’t believe this. What are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here? I could ask you the same question, Mason Weaver, anti-war photographer.”

She smiles softly at the sound of her name coming from your lips before a more serious expression takes over her face. She quickly scans her surroundings before motioning for you to follow her, and really you never could say no to her, so of course you follow her without a second thought.

When she finds a more secluded area, she tells you that something doesn’t seem right about this expedition, that no one can give her a clear answer on what the purpose of the mission was or why the military are even involved.

“The second I found out about this I knew I had to come. There’s something going on here that we don’t know about.” She voices the thoughts you’ve also had since you had been asked to join the expedition, and you move closer to her, quickly checking the doorway behind her for anyone who may be trying to listen.

“Mason, listen to me. I have a feeling things are about to get very dangerous. You know it’s not too late to get off this ship, right?”

She rolls her eyes light-heartedly at you. “Come on. You probably know me better than anyone else. You seriously think the threat of danger is gonna scare me away?”

“No, but I thought it was at least worth a shot,” you sigh and Mason chuckles at you before you hear Bill’s voice calling for the team to attend a mission briefing.

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“Seismic charges? What kind of mapping mission needs explosives?”

After the mission briefing, Mason was quick to pull you aside, stealthily leading you to the ship’s cargo hold. You look around at the amount of charges you see stacked up around you.

“That is what they’re telling us it is, right? A mapping mission?” Mason’s fingers trace the side of one of the charges before she turns to you.

“Apparently,” you say. “The charges are for the geologists, to check the density of the earth.”

Mason raises her eyebrows at you. “And you believe that?”

“Do you think I believe it?” Mason maintains eye contact with you for a few moments before her features soften. She knows you, knows that you both had always shared very similar views on most things. The only outlier being the fact that you often needed a gun with you during your work, though she knew you only used it for protection, so she was always willing to overlook it.

You eventually make your way back to the deck together and your attention immediately lands on a storm cloud in the distance, the ship heading straight towards it.

“That’s where we’re heading?” Mason asks incredulously, just as Colonel Packard walks passed.

“Yep, and we’re getting set to leave now so if you intend to come with us, I suggest you get yourselves ready to go.” You and Mason glance at each other as he walks away to talk to some of his men.

“Well, you heard the man. Guess we’re going through the big, terrifying storm cloud.” You and Mason run off to grab the things you both need and a few minutes later you’re already sitting in a helicopter, hooked up to the safety bar. Mason joins you, hooking herself up to the safety bar too. She catches you staring at her and offers you a mischievous smile before you look away with a smile of your own.

It isn’t long before your pilot, Slivko, starts the chopper and takes off, joining the rest of the choppers in the air.

“Here we go, hold on,” he says to you and Mason and he takes the chopper straight into the storm. Immediately everything starts shaking and thunder flashes in every direction around you amidst the pouring rain. You grab the edge of your seat to steady yourself and look over to Mason. She wears a panicked expression on her face, and though you likely wear the same expression, you reach over to grab her hand reassuringly, which she clings to tightly.

Just as quickly as you enter the storm, you’re flying out of it, and you’re left only with clear skies and beautiful scenery before you. Mason gasps beside you and you share a look before you both grin widely. Mason lets go of your hand in favour of picking up her camera, snapping some photos of the island the chopper flies towards.

She lets out a joyous laugh and turns to you, aiming her camera at you to take a photo. You stick your tongue out at her and she chuckles, playfully bumping your shoulder with hers.

You notice the scientists being taken to the ground and setting up their equipment, painfully aware of what’s to come next, and you flinch at the sound of the first seismic charge being dropped. Mason furrows her brow and shares a grim look with you as explosive after explosive is dropped.

A loud banging sound and screams from another helicopter pull you from your thoughts, and you look up in time to see the chopper up ahead of you spiralling towards the ground, a tree sticking straight through it.

“What the hell?” Mason says and you hear even more screams in the distance as another chopper is taken down.

When your eyes fall upon the creature causing all the destruction, you gasp. You can’t believe your eyes, and you have to blink a few times to make sure you’re really seeing the gigantic ape standing ahead of you, glaring at the choppers as they approach.

Slivko speaks over his headset to the rest of his squad, obviously getting orders to engage as he and the rest of the soldiers fire at the creature. Mason shifts closer to you, her eyes open wide in terror.

You watch in complete shock as chopper after chopper gets taken down, the ape easily ripping them apart and punching them towards the ground. Despite the bullets seemingly having no effect, Slivko continues firing and closing the distance between you and the creature.

“What are you doing?! You need to retreat right now!”

“I don’t take orders from you!” Slivko yells back at you. You sense the clear terror in his voice and before you can say anything else, a body is thrown seemingly from nowhere towards you. It hits the windshield, a loud thudding sounding through the vehicle, and the body is pulled towards the rotor. Mason screams as the helicopter shakes heavily and a loud beeping comes from the cockpit.

“We’re gonna crash!” Slivko warns you and sure enough the vehicle starts declining towards the ground. Mason looks around frantically with wide eyes and you wrap an arm around her, pulling her into your body and tightly holding on to some railing inside the chopper as it plummets through tree branches.

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You hit the ground hard, quickly surveying yourself for injuries. You swipe at your forehead and find some blood there and your body aches a little from the impact, but otherwise you’re fine.

“Mason!” You exclaim, unhooking yourself from the safety bar and quickly moving over to her as she groans, squeezing her eyes shut tight. There’s some debris trapping one of her legs from the knee down and you struggle to remove it but eventually it shifts and you’re able to free her.

“Mason, hey. Look at me,” you say, gently grabbing her face in your hands. She opens her eyes and you look over her carefully. “Are you okay?” You help her sit up and she grimaces for a second.

“I think so,” she says and you grab her hands to help her stand up. The moment she’s on her feet she shifts her weight and lets out a cry of pain, practically collapsing into your body as your hands tighten on her arms.

“What is it?” You question, concern lacing your words. She stands gingerly on one foot, distress entering her features.

“I don’t know. Just give me a second, I’ll be okay.” She shrugs your hands off of her and you let her, but you remain close to her. Clenching her jaw with determination, she slowly moves to take a step before another cry of pain leaves her lips and you quickly reach out to grab her before she’s able to fall.

“I got you,” you say softly, spotting a log a few feet away and helping her to sit on it. You lift her pant leg, gently touching her slightly swollen ankle with your fingertips. Mason hisses in pain.

“Shit, I’m sorry.”

“It’s my ankle, isn’t it? Do you think it’s broken?” You look at her face, her eyes welling with panicked tears.

“I don’t know, but we’re gonna figure this all out, okay?” She shakes her head, tears falling from her eyes, and looks at you with a pained expression.

“No, I’m not gonna slow anyone down. If you just leave me here then I can try to-“

“Hey, stop,” you interrupt. “I promised I’d always be there for you, remember? I’m not breaking that promise today and I’m not planning on leaving you again. You hear me?”

After a second, Mason nods. “Yeah,” she replies weakly, another tear rolling down her cheek which you wipe away.

“Good. Now I want you to grab my hand and try to put some weight on your ankle again. I think it might just be sprained but I want to make sure, okay?”

She nods and takes your hand, letting you help her back to her feet. Hesitantly, she places some weight on her injured ankle. She visibly winces but is at least able to somewhat support some of her weight on it and you let out a relieved breath.

“Okay, looks like it’s not broken. Everything’s gonna be fine, Mase.”

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You make your way through the forest with the group you’ve found yourself in, an arm wrapped securely around Mason’s waist. You had found some bandages in the choppers emergency kit and wound it tightly around Mason’s ankle to provide some support, and to hopefully keep it from swelling anymore. Thankfully, as more time went by, she was finding it a little easier to place more weight on the ankle, though only slightly.

“So, you never told me how you ended up on this mission,” she said, breaking the silence that had fallen upon you.

“Well, long story short, my friend Conrad was actually offered this job. He’s former SAS, I met him on a tracking mission not long after we…” You pause and glance at Mason. “Anyway. He couldn’t take the job, so he recommended me. Like you, I was pretty intrigued. Plus, they offered me a lot of money.”

“Yeah, but you were never one to take a job based on the amount of money you were offered.” You shrug, lost in your own thoughts.

“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately. When I was offered this job, I saw it as the perfect way out.” Mason squints her eyes at you curiously.

“A way out?”

“Don’t get me wrong, I’ve always loved what I do. But it’s been so exhausting and it’s taken so much away from me. I mean, just look at what happened between us.”

“My career played a part in that too, you know.”

“Yeah, I know. But your work has always been more important than mine,” you say easily. "If I had just stayed two years ago, maybe things would be different now. We would have been able to work through everything.”

Mason hums, but otherwise remains quiet as you continue walking.

A few minutes later, as you follow the river towards the north side of the island, a sound from the water startles the group. You see what looks like a giant water buffalo emerging from the water, and it moves closer, looking down at you.

Mason shrieks in surprise and you quickly position your body in front of her, you and Slivko both raising your guns towards the creature. You watch it for a moment, quickly deciding that it is only curious, and doesn’t look to be hostile in any way. You lower your weapon, turning to Mason. She smile with wonder on her face and you move aside to allow her to take photos of the buffalo.

You look away from Mason for a moment, realising that Slivko still has his gun raised.

“Hey, Slivko. It’s okay, it’s not gonna hurt us.” You silently walk towards him, placing a hand on his shoulder slowly to avoid startling him. “Put the gun down.”

You feel him trembling and he looks at you over his shoulder. You nod reassuringly and he lets out a shaky breath before nodding back to you and lowering his gun.

“Are we ready to move on?” Everyone nods and Mason takes one last snap with her camera, wide smile still on her face, and looks at you.

“Yeah, let’s go.” She moves to take a step without thinking and winces. You’re by her side in an instant, your arm back around her waist and she slings an arm over your shoulders.

“I hate this,” she huffs with a pout on her face.

“I know,” you lightly chuckle, knowing she’s always hated not being able to do things on her own.

You direct Slivko on where to lead the group and stay towards the back of the group with Mason, stealing constant glances at her to make sure she’s okay. And just to look at her. You’d forgotten how much you missed seeing her face.

You walk on for at least a couple more hours without really taking any breaks, besides a minute or so here and there. Mason does her best to keep up with the rest of the group, though the last hour or so you notice her start to struggle a little. You know she won’t complain though. She wouldn’t want to slow the group down.

You keep going a little longer until you find what looks like a walkway, lined with walls and some kind of decorated arches. You all walk cautiously, looking out for any movement, and on a particularly rough bit of terrain Mason winces and tightens her grip on you. You immediately signal for the group to stop.

“No, don’t stop. I’m good.”

“Mason, it’s okay. We’ll just take 5 and then we’ll be on our way again, alright?”

She lets out a frustrated sigh but nods appreciatively at you, finding a large rock behind her to sit on. While the rest of the group pass around Slivko’s bottle of water that he shares, Mason lifts her leg to rest on the rock, pulling her pant leg up and touching her ankle.

“The sun’s starting to set. When we find a safe place we’ll stop and stay put for the night, okay?”

“Yeah, okay,” she replies. The bandaging on her ankle has loosened a little while you’ve been walking, so Mason begins removing it so she can reapply it. A deep bruise has formed along her foot and ankle, but you feel relieved when you notice that the swelling has lessened slightly.

You hold out your hand to take the bandage from her and she gladly hands you it. She leans back a little as you kneel in front of her to reapply the bandage to her ankle and you see her grabbing her camera and readjusting some of the settings.

“You think you’ve got some good shots?” You ask as you finish up with her bandage.

“I guess,” she shrugs. “Not as many as I’d like though. But let’s be honest, this whole expedition has been full of surprises so I might still have some opportunities left.” As she speaks she lifts the camera to her face, adjusting the focus. She lets out a sudden loud gasp, dropping the camera and rising from the rock as quickly as she can as her face pales.

You furrow your brow, quickly turning around and spotting what appears to be a tribe closing in around you, holding spears towards you. You immediately aim your gun towards them as they approach, using one hand to grab at Mason’s shirt and tugging her behind you as you lead her to the rest of the group.

“Stop, stop,” Slivko warns them, clutching his rifle tightly, not quite sure of where to aim it.

Some of the scientists in your group also hold up their own guns and Mason’s hand falls to her knife sheath at her belt, at the ready to pull her knife out if needed. You try to think the situation through quickly, looking around at all the natives surrounding you.

“Woah, okay. It’s alright, do not shoot. We don’t want to hurt anyone. Just wait a second.”

With no obvious plan coming to mind, you almost run out of options before you hear a booming voice coming from behind the tribe.

“Woah, woah. Hey, everyone just calm down.” A man in an old flight suit runs out, making his way through the natives and greeting the group. You’re skeptical but he seems happy to see you so you listen to him. He introduces himself as Lt. Hank Marlow and explains that he’s been stuck on the island for almost 29 years.

“See, they’re okay,” he looks around at the natives and they slowly lower their spears, you and the group lowering your own weapons.

“There’s something out there, man,” Slivko says to Marlow, who raises his eyebrows knowingly.

“Oh, there’s a lot out there. Now come with me, you don’t want to be out here at night.”

The group all look to you, and you eventually shrug and lead the group to follow Marlow.

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You follow Marlow to a village and he tells you that the ape, known as Kong, is actually king on the island. He’s a protector to the native people, and there are, in fact, much worse creatures inhabiting the island. With this knowledge, you convince Marlow to come with you to the north side of the island to finally return home.

“We’ll stay here for the night, and first thing in the morning we’ll head out,” he says, pointing out the tents you have been given permission to stay in.

“Thank you,” you nod sincerely to Marlow and he returns the nod. Once again wrapping your arm around Mason, you help her to one of the tents and she sits down, looking completely exhausted after the day’s events. You share eye contact for a moment before you move to leave.

“Hey,” Mason reaches out to gently grab your wrist, effectively stopping you in your tracks. “You know, you did a really great job at keeping your promise. You’ve been there for me probably much more than I deserve.”

“Mase.” You sit next to her, your thigh touching hers. “You deserve the world. And I don’t know if I can give you everything you’ll ever need, but I mean it when I say I’ll always be there for you.”

Mason gets teary eyed watching you speak before she clears her throat to compose herself.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Anything,” you reply, giving her your full attention.

“If we get off this island, do you really plan on retiring from this?”

You take a breath before nodding. “Yeah, I do. You know just as well as I do that it’s cost me a lot. And when they offered me what they did for this expedition, it seemed like a perfect opportunity.” You hesitate for a moment. “Seeing you on that ship was kind of perfect, actually,” you add.

“What do you mean?” Mason tilts her head at you slightly.

“Well, it just seems like a sign. I never once considered leaving this career until it was the reason why I lost you.”

Mason makes a point of taking your hand in hers, interlocking your fingers and looking you in the eyes.

“You never lost me.”

You look at her softly, blinking back the sudden tears that sting at your eyes and leaning forward to rest your forehead against hers.

“Oh, this seems eerily familiar. You’re not gonna tell me that I’m the love of your life and then leave again, are you?” Mason jokes.

You laugh at her words, at least glad it seems like you aren’t the only one who recalls that conversation so clearly. You pretend to consider Mason’s words for a moment before speaking.

“Hm, maybe. This time I’m cutting out the part where I leave, though.”

“Good. I think I’m gonna like this version a lot better,” Mason says.

Your smile grows before you lean forward, softly kissing Mason, and it’s like everything in the world is right again. You feel Mason smiling against your lips and when you both have to break away from smiling too much you suddenly feel hopeful that you might actually be able to get off this island and be happy again.

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