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countrymusiclover · 4 months

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8 - Cuba Beach pt 2

Part 9

Battle of Heart and Mind

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I climbed out the hole that we had made on the side of the submarine. Raven, Morira, Charles and the others on our team came over once they saw it was me. Even members who fought with my father weren’t too far. Charles stepped closest to me looking to see if I was injured. “Did he hurt you?”

“No he didn’t hurt me. Charles, I watched Erik kill him. He…killed him.” I sniffed feeling some tears slipping down my face.

The wind picked up and I jumped seeing my fathers dead body drop down into the sand beside us. Erik came out of the sun hovering off the ground with the helmet still on his head. “Today, our fighting stops! Take off your blinders, brothers and sisters. The real enemy is out there. I can feel their gun moving in the water, their metal targeting us. Americans, Soviets, humans. United in their fear of the unknown. The neanderthal is running scared, my fellow mutants! Go ahead, Charles. Tell me I'm wrong.”

Charles raised his finger to the side of his head but lowered them, sending me a nod that he was in fact right. Whipping my head in the direction of the man who killed my father I begged him knowing this wasn’t right. “Erik, you got your vengeance. That should be enough. Leave the humans out of this.”

“It doesn’t matter, Addison. I was right all along about them. Now it’s their turn to pay.” He declared to me. Turning my head in the direction of the wide no island in sight ocean before us. The ships from the US and the Russians slowly aimed their guns directly in our way exactly like he said they would. The ships fired them off where I screamed covering my ears thinking that we were going to die like this. Thinking that I would never get to really live my life once the rockets blew us into tiny pieces…yet it doesn't happen for some reason.

Charles's voice made me peek one eye open still covering my ears and I remained lowered down on my knees in the sand. “Erik, you said it yourself, we're the better men. This is the time to prove it. There are thousands of men on those ships. Good, honest, innocent men! They're just following orders.”

Erik didn't care, just intensely glaring up at the rockets he had paused in the sky. “I've been at the mercy of men just following orders….Never again.”

“Erik, release them!” Charles raised his voice seeing Erik instead use his power to launch the rockets back at the ships that fired them. Yet he didn't expect his friend to tackle him into the sand. “No!”

The boy's began fighting on the sandy ground of Cuba Beach. Erik held Charles down for a moment. “I don't want to hurt you. Don't make me!” Charles threw some punches and the pair were getting tired until Erik whipped his head around hearing bullets fire in his direction. He used his power dodging them until we heard somebody else cry out.

“Charles!” I cried out where Raven covered her mouth in horror. His body slowly collapsed into the sand and he was holding his lower back in pain from where the bullet had hit.

Erik rushed over using his ability to remove the bullet from his spine. He then glared at the cia woman choking her by the metal dog tag she was wearing around her neck. “You. You did this.”

She choked with tears. “Erik. Please.”

Charles was laying his head in his friend's lap. “She didn't do this, Erik. You did.”

“Us turning on each other, it's what they want. I tried to warn you, Charles. I want you by my side. We're brothers, you and I. All of us together, protecting each other. We want the same thing.” Erik shifted his attention down to his friend.

Charles shakes his head in disagreement. “My friend. I'm sorry, but we do not.”

The cia woman rushed over with Hank and the others to check on their friend. “Charles! I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.”

“It's all right. It's all right.” He accepted her apology shifting his gaze over to me like he had something more to say.

“This society won't accept us. We form our own. The humans have played their hand. Now we get ready to play ours. Who's with me? No more hiding.” Erik had risen to his feet standing in front of me and the ones who had followed my father's pathway. Erik raised his right hand out to me focusing his gaze on mine. “Addison, you were right that we have always been there for each other. I won't abandon you, it's your choice.”

“You should go with him. It's what you want.” Charles croaked through tears.

Raven blinked through tears. “You promised me you would never read my mind.”

He nodded his head and she kissed his forehead looking in my direction. “I know. I promised you a great many things, I'm afraid. I'm sorry….Addi, there's something I need to tell you.”

“What is it, Charles?” I asked, sitting down on my knees and my hands in my lap.

He raised his right hand to the side of my face showing me a vision through my mind. “When I went into Erik’s mind I looked for her in cerebro. I found her, Addi.”

It was a busy street filled with people and I saw Charles' mind centered on someone specific in the crowd. Charles and I began walking inside of his mind. “So what did you need to show me and why now?”

“Because right now I can see inside your mind. Right now you are debating on whether or not you should follow Erik or go on your own.” He moves his blue eyes onto mine.

Looking at the telepath I replied back. “I don’t know what the right thing to do is, Charles. I don’t want to hurt the human population that isn't like us. But my mother…he said he would help me find her all these years.”

“You’re mother isn’t what your father said she was. I’ve seen inside her head.” He spoke to me pointing his index finger at a blonde woman who was sitting on a park bench by herself.

Shifting my gaze I silently stared at her. I had memorized her signal picture that I had so many times. “That’s her….do you know where she is?” Her blonde hair was straightened and I could see a yellow police badge on her chest.

“When I entered her mind her location appeared to be Washington D. C. She was hoping to work her way to being a secret service member to the president of the United States.” The telepath declared to me.

I questioned him still in disbelief. “And you think I should go find her even if it means joining Erik’s brotherhood. Why suggest it if you don’t like the thought?”

“Because regardless of my feelings for you. I know that you can change him for the better. You bring out the better side of him that he wants to keep buried inside after all the loss he’s felt.” Charles cradles the side of my face with his right hand.

I parted my mouth open, processing that he just admitted he felt something for me. I knew that he knew it was better if I go off with his now former friend. Gripping his forearms I sniffed through tears. “Thank you, Charles. I won’t forget you.”

“And I won’t forget you, Addi. If you ever need anything I’m only a thought away.” He tapped the side of his forehead with his freehand before everything around us went dark.

I gasped opening my eyes, wiping away tears with the sleeve of my suit. Charles had his bright blue eyes on mine as he gave me a simple head nod in the direction of Erik. “Only a thought away…” I whispered under my breath to him getting to my feet going over to the man I knew my whole life.

“I was beginning to think you were abandoning me, Addison.” Erik responded by watching me place my hand in his. He held Raven’s hand in his other hand with the rest of my father’s team standing around us.

Squeezing his hand in mine I showed the necklace that I had inside my pocket. Opening my palm he could see the bloody coin laying there. “We had a deal, Lehnsherr. I helped you, now you help me.”

“To finding your mother, Addi.” He whispered nodding to the red skin guy that could teleport us anywhere. The red skinned mutant snapped his fingers and we were off on our own.

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fountainpenguin · 8 months

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hi my friend shared one of ur rancher posts with me on twt and i went INSANE- so i wanted to know if u had a twt? (cause thats where im most active for ranchers stuff) :0

?? My post has broken containment??? Incredible. If that's the one I just posted tonight then that's insane skldjf

No, I deleted my Twitter back in like... 2019 or 2020? I was only there to keep up with publishers and PitMad but then I never used it... never looked back, ha ha.

You're welcome to hang around my blog if you like (I use the tag #Team Rancher for all my Rancher commentary, reblogged art, or original art and I like to think I have a pretty good tag system so you can follow me if interested and blacklist stuff from other fandoms you don't care about; I try to talk positively about my fandoms, keep things clean, and not hate on anything since I like having a peaceful fanspace I can sink myself in and step away from the outside world :) But I'm multi-fandom, so I've got a mixed amount of stuff and it's okay if that's not for you).

-> If you haven't looked yet, I encourage you to browse my Team Rancher tag and check out some of those awesome artists and fellow fandom members!

I do have a very active AO3 account. I regularly post MCYT and non-MCYT content there, but you can specifically subscribe to my Pixels Imperfect series on AO3 if you only want emails for my MCYT content. It's a series, but it doesn't have to be read in order (It's just where I keep all my "morally gray pixel people living their best lives despite the outside world being total anarchy" stuff).

Specifically, tomorrow I'm posting the first part of a short story called Criminal Experience and Chapter 1 involves Tango visiting Mumbo's llama farm. Jimmy's not there, but maybe you'll still enjoy if you like Tango, ranch animals, and/or are curious to see if you like my stuff and my Tango portrayal :) [EDIT - Link]

-> I also posted some Jimmy content this past Tuesday; he makes his first big appearance in Chapter 6 of Dog's Life.

Again, totally fine if this doesn't fit what you're looking for since I'm giving you "Tango content" and "Jimmy content" but not specifically "Team Rancher content"... that's just all I've got right now! But I love talking about them and their characterization and you're always welcome to hit me up if you like!

I don't have anything that is specifically Team Rancher on my to-do writing list, but I'm working behind the scenes on a "put all the Life series into a single coherent timeline and making everything as canon as possible" project, so there will probably be some Team Rancher there. It's Scar-centric so I only have the Clockers nailed down right now, but the Ranchers were my faves so they'll probably exist in some shape or form in that series.

That series is called Neighborhood Watch, though I don't have anything posted for it on AO3 yet so I can't link you that one :')

-> If you are a Team Rancher fanartist/fanwriter and you use Twitter to post Rancher content, feel free to reblog or reply to this post and self-advertise! (But keep this post sfw, please)

[Psp psp even if you don't use Twitter, feel free to reblog or reply because I'm firmly a Tumblr user but I'd also love more Team Rancher in my life <3]

I'm glad you enjoyed my post! I really like Team Rancher... they are just very kind to each other and I could talk for ages about how they passed Scott's compatibility test with flying colors even though he was trying to rig it so they break up SLDKFJSLDFJ <3 Tango and Jimmy were just super kind to each other and incredibly comedic... Double Life was such a fun series. I miss them.

I've got a ton of Rancher fanart reblogs in my drafts/queue but I'm trying to space them out to avoid slam-dunking my followers, sldkfj. We love Team Rancher in this household. Thanks for stopping by!

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Introduction, Rules, and Masterlist

REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY CLOSED

Masterlist and in progress works when multiple pile up at once can be found here (Last updated May 1, 2024, 9:19 p.m MST)

Greetings, you all may call me Mod Nova, thank you for stopping by my humble corner here in the infinite vastness of the internet.

I'm an introverted, sorta socially awkward young adult aspiring to make it in the music/voice acting industry. I have way too many hyperfixations for my own good and my ADHD makes me rely on music to do literally anything. Budding competitive fighting game, Pokemon, and first person shooter player. Drummer since 2 years old and wanting to learn guitar as well. I have zero idea what the hell I'm doing. Might as well write some HCs and shit while I'm here. Some rules first tho. -No NSFW. I am 19 and I can read NSFW just fine but I'm not too comfortable or confident in writing it. NSFW talk in general is allowed though. Posts will be tagged appropriately, feel free to block tag as needed. -Maximum of four characters per request. There can be exceptions for certain groups like Phantom Thief girls, Licht Kreis members, Remix Heart Team, and whatnot, just as long as the group isn't THAT big. -As I am a guy I will be writing for male audiences. Women are of course more than welcome here but this is primarily for my fellow guys who can't seem to find any male reader stuff. I know how it feels. I will write for gender neutral readers however for the sake of inclusivity. Do specify whether you want a male reader or gender neutral in your request. -In general, just don't request any weird/creepy stuff. Use your common sense. -Please try to be specific in your requests so I have more to work with. Don't wanna write something you didn't intend for me to do and disappoint.

-While NSFW content isn't up for request, general sensitive content is allowed, like angst-related topics and generally heavy stuff. -Please practice patience with me. This is just something I'm doing for fun. I will work to get requests out as fast as possible but once I eventually start working again...any day now, they'll have to slow down. Now for the fandoms, I suppose. I will write for: Blazblue Under Night In-Birth Persona 3, 4 (Golden), and 5 (Royal) + Persona 4 Arena and Persona 5 Strikers Pokemon Titanfall Hollow Knight Helltaker (Except for Zdrada. I tried. Sorry.) Of course if you don't wanna request anything and just talk about whatever feel free to do so. I have no idea why you would but I'm open. Banners in post are not made by me. Credit goes to @uponawhitehorse13 for the Blazblue/Under Night In Birth banners and @genshingorlsrevengeance for the Persona banners.

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Two Ghosts Chapter 4

TITLE: Two Ghosts Chapter 4 PAIRING: Iceman/OC, Rooster/OC (if you squint) RATING: T CHAPTER: 4/? SUMMARY: It was just a routine training session, but it changed Noel “Mongoose” Grenier’s life forever. The legends of pilots flying through time vortexes was true, because it happened to her. Dropped into 1984 during Maverick’s Top Gun training, she must navigate keeping her secret while also completing the program…again. Will she return to her own time unscathed? Or will she lose her heart in the process?

Mongoose kept her head down and tried to stir up as little trouble as possible.

Of course, Iceman had continued to goad her when they were in air and she was this close to punching him in his perfect face. She couldn’t remember bickering with anyone this much. Not even Hangman.

Luckily though, she’d slowly earned the respect and admiration of her fellow pilots. She’d already completed the program (which had been much harder in the F-18’s), but she was still studying with Maverick in one of the rec rooms.

Charlotte “Charlie” Blackwood walked up to her and Maverick.

Mongoose ignored the woman until she heard, “Lieutenant Grenier.”

Mongoose looked up. “Mongoose, please.”

Mongoose was still resisting ‘Minx’ as her callsign, despite it being approved by the higher-ups. She’d even received a new helmet with the callsign. It was black with white stripes and a pair of yellow cat eyes on the back. She kept her Mongoose helmet just in case she ever made it back to 2022.

“Mongoose. Congratulations on the Top Gun program. I’m sure you’ll be an inspiration for women fighter pilots everywhere.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” Mongoose didn’t want to be an inspiration. She wanted to go back to her time and fly with her team.

Charlie walked off and Maverick nudged Mongoose.

She looked down and saw a dinner invite scribbled on the piece of paper Charlie handed Maverick. “And you call me a minx,” Mongoose teased him.

They got up to leave and Slider, who was holding a model plane, made a crashing noise. “Crash and burn, huh Mav?”

Maverick leaned in close to him and sniffed. “Slider, you stink.”

Mongoose let out a high pitched giggle at the comment.

Maverick smiled and threw an arm around her shoulders as they walked out.

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After training that day, the aviators decided to go down to the beach and play a few games of volleyball.

Mongoose found a spot on the sand and laid down a towel.

“You gonna be my cheerleader, Minx?” Iceman asked her.

“In your dreams, Kazansky!”

Iceman gave her a wink. “How’d you know you were in my dreams?”

Mongoose cursed herself for blushing. Iceman was smooth. She’d give him that.

Mongoose slipped her aviator sunglasses onto her face and looked at the aviators on the court.

It was Slider and Iceman versus Maverick and Goose. Maverick was playing volleyball in jeans of all things.

The apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree.

Rooster had played dogfighting football in a pair of jean shorts.

Goose was the only one dressed for volleyball in a pair of swim trunks and a white t-shirt.

Mongoose tried to not let her eyes linger on Iceman’s chest and stomach, but it was nearly impossible.

There was a break in the game and Iceman walked over to Mongoose. He slipped off his dog tags and said, “Hold onto these for me, sweetheart?”

Mongoose just stared up at him. Iceman taking off his dog tags was a big deal since service members rarely ever took them off.

When Mongoose didn’t say anything, Iceman knelt in front of her. He grabbed her hand and placed the dog tags in it. His eyes met hers as he kissed the knuckles of her closed hand.

Mongoose’s heart fluttered.

The sun started setting and Maverick ran over to his things.

“Come on, where you guys going? You walking away?” Slider taunted Maverick and Goose.

“Mav, Mav. Come on, man. One more game. That evens it up,” Goose told him as Maverick slipped his shirt on.

“I got some things I gotta take care of.”

“Take care of? Just one more game. Please? For me?”

Maverick slipped on his jacket. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry. Come on? For me?” Maverick walked off towards his motorcycle.

“I’ll play with you, Goose,” Mongoose said.

Goose turned to the female aviator. “You will?”

Mongoose stood up and walked over to him. “Yeah. Anything to knock Ice down a peg or two.”

Goose smiled and threw his arm around her shoulders. When she looked up at him, for a second she saw Rooster.

It was hard to not see Rooster in his father with the sun kissed honey brown hair and the mustache. The thought of never seeing her Rooster caused a surprising pang of sadness.

Before she stepped onto the court, she stripped her shirt off leaving her in her shorts and sports bra. She heard the whistles and catcalls.

Iceman tried not to stare at Mongoose’s toned legs and stomach.

“Hold up, she can’t play,” Slider said.

“Why? Afraid to get beat by a girl?” Mongoose asked him. She twirled the volleyball in her hands. “Come on. One game.”

Iceman and Slider looked at each other.

“Fine. But I don’t wanna hear anything about you breaking a nail,” Slider said.

“You’re going down, Minx,” Iceman taunted.

Mongoose quirked an eyebrow and served the volleyball.

Slider and Iceman scrambled to hit the ball, but ran into each other instead.

“Oh Slider…” Mongoose sang, “Don’t break a nail.”

This went on for about twenty minutes and Goose and Mongoose ended up winning.

“Time out!” Iceman said. He crooked at finger at Mongoose and she approached the net, threading her fingers through the holes. “You and me, Minx. One on one.”

She leaned forward so her nose was nearly touching his. “What are the stakes?”

Iceman smirked. “I win, you let me take you on a date.”

“A date? That’s all? If I win…you have be my RIO for the day.”

Iceman’s smirk fell. He’d never been a RIO before in his life.

Truth be told, Mongoose had never had a RIO/WSO before. She’d always flown solo. Even in flight school.

Soon, the aviators started to trickle off.

Goose patted her on the shoulder and said, “Don’t bruise his ego too hard. We’ve gotta fly with him tomorrow.”

“No promises, Goose.”

Iceman and Mongoose were left alone. He served first and instead of hitting the ball, Mongoose stepped to the side and let it land in the sand. She snatched the volleyball up and started running down the beach.

“Hey!” Iceman called, running after her.

Mongoose giggled as she dodged his hands.

Iceman eventually grabbed her and they fell to the ground.

Mongoose was laughing her ass off, making Iceman laugh too. When she opened her eyes, Iceman was staring down at her with a look she had seen before. She’d seen it on Rooster’s face when Maverick had them play dogfighting football. Mongoose had been convinced that he was going to kiss her, but he simply helped her up instead.

Iceman grasped her chin in his hand and leaned down, softly pressing his lips to hers.

Mongoose’s heart was fluttering in her chest as she returned the kiss.

Iceman pulled away.

“So…if I’m a minx, does that make you a Tomcat?” Mongoose asked.

Iceman laughed at her lame joke before kissing her again.

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sparklingpax · 2 years

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Some thoughts. Be warned I literally rambled here?? Idk what I can even title this so....read or whatever. You know what, ignore me literally I have no idea what I was trying to say 💀💀 Also note the tags please

I wanna start by saying, Bumblebee is my favorite part of RID2015--a series which I would like to also say I do not hate in like manner to some of you.

However, I do find it insanely funny how Bee literally turns into the most awkward Young but Not Young but Also Definitely Not Old Dad™ who apparently can't be "as hip" as the immature children he has for a team his fellow teammates. Like also literally he has a rebellious child phase when he clashes leadership styles with Optimus (who is by the way, so OOC and badly handled in this series but that's another conversation I will have eventually) and so yea.

Bee going from the character he was in Prime to the character he became in RID2015 is actually really amusing because it feels like a teen who is at this point is in his mid 20s, wishing he could be 16 like the rest of his team but then constantly remembering why it's better he's not. Also interesting to see him in a role different to "the kid character" and actually "the leader."

(Unfortunately, our "the kid character" is not half the character Bee was in Prime--like his role as the "most immature member of this group" does not excuse most of his actions, and does not justify the writing decisions that led him absolutely no character development whatsoever 😀)

Anwyays. In a way, it does benefit Bee's team more to lead in his way rather than Optimus', which is again, another interesting thing I wanna talk about another time. Watching it always makes me miss the vibes Team Prime had. Were they always holding hands? Sort of not. But at least they were mostly mature and all seemed to grow and change as a group and as individuals, in a way that expanded on who they all were rather than changing completely their personalities. But that's also because they give off young adult vibes, which is why--going back to my original topic here--Bumblebee's sort of change in character actually makes some sense (he's kinda still like a kid, and by the time of RID, he's finally a bit more grown up, though not as old as Optimus. In equating to human years, I'd call TFP Bee 19 oldest, in RID, probably 25) and so.

It's not bad, it's just...really interesting, and funny. And I absolutely live for it 😹

#.....and so whatever that was #i am NOT inviting some kind of debate nor is this an invitation to dump on rid2015 please for the love of primus #Just putting that there bc I dont enjoy debates & hate here I like to foster positive discussion which some of you can't seem to handle so #just leave it be #it goes without saying for me personally tfp >>>>>>>>> rid2015 #anwyays yea Back at it again rambling about whatever when I should be cramming for the Literature presentation i have in about 15 min #I love transformers #i feel compelled to add that too #idk #ignore me its early im just in a mood #oh but you bet your tailpipes Im gonna rant about Optimus' handling in this series because PRIMUS it makes me so very angry #and its not his fault #poor Optimus should have been left the hell alone to finally be at peace and with the Allspark I am so mad about this 💀#transformers #kuni talks #tf #random #transformers rid 2015 #rid 2015 #transformers robots in disguise 2015 #robots in disguise 2015 #maccadam #Bumblebee #rambles #thoughts #observations #kuni rambles #on a random note I have noted ideas for the fic requests #keep them comin! i will write them when i get some time #ok I'll shut up

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♡ unforgivable

simon 'ghost' riley x reader ┃ navigation ୨୧ tags : angst

"you know for a fine fucking fact that wasn't supposed to happen!” Simon yelled out after seeing you storm off into your two bedroom. It felt like you had all your frustration had draggefd along with you, the atmosphere slightly calmer after you had gone.

Last winter, Simon had a big mission - around 4 months away from you, stuck with members of his team. Which you aren't a part of. So that meant you couldn't really contact him at all, for so long. Just an occasional text came from him as you spammed him. With pictures of yourself doing daily activities: the club with your mates, working, just waking up, your meals throughout the day, stuff like that. There were paragraphs about how much you missed him and all the stuff yous needed to do when he was back. Cool facts you learned that day, stuff that he would find cool. You had sent him links to things you had bought for him. Just basically anything you could do so he would know he is constantly on your mind, at all times.

It just so happens you weren't on his mind constantly. Someone else was on his mind, a coworker, a fellow lieutenant.

They had gone out for drinks, the whole team - after they thought the mission was finished, around 2 months in.

So back to the drinks. The whole team was very drunk and so very hazed. The other woman had her eye on Simon, or as she had known him; ghost. So ofc when they were all a little bit more than just tipsy she would try to do something. Unfortunately, Simon hadn't refused and got into it.

Your boyfriend fucked another woman. A woman he sees nearly every day at work. A woman who had obvious feelings for him.

Huffing at Simons ridiculous statement while tears streamed hot down your face. “whatever” mumbled through your wet lips, blabbering as you listened to angry stomps from the living room you had just exited.

Red thunderclaps follow Simons stamps down the corridor, then a surprising polite knock, well polite for him anyway. No reply came from you as you stifled your tears. "Please." A small whimper sounded from Simon, a small, subtle, silent sound.

“you know i wouldnt on purpose!” he hissed. You could tell his teeth were almost shaving off the pieces of bone from his bottom pair from how he gritted them. You wanted to scream and shout back at him, but you couldn't though. Tears welded your eyes shut and ran past your lips sealing them. Apart from the hiccups and the silent blabbering you didn't peep.

The only thing you could and forced yourself to think of was ‘what now?’

I mean what was it now? Would you stay with him? Would you leave? You love him too much to leave but you cannot stay. You cannot get the image out of your head. The image of him pounding into her like he does, did, with you. The picture of him cumming inside of her. Something you had begged him to do, the picture of them kissing and the picture of them being close in general. Both you and Simon knew how long it took for Simon to get physical with you and it took what? A few hours and he was on top of that other girl.

You didn't want him near you.

Finally getting up and opening the door, to spot a sight of him right across the hall staring at your door. “love, i-i..." his words fall from his lips, slipping away as his voice trails. “please, forgive me.” tears welding your eyes once again, spiking through your tear ducts. Words spurting out,

"I trusted you Simon Riley."

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A Slept-On Review: WWE Smackdown 8/27/22

Ricochet vs Happy Corbin

First thing first: Richochet deserves better. He’s so flippy he should keep doing that forever. Beyond the talent seen in this match alone, I’d rather not see Corbin on TV at all, but he should be nowhere near each other on the roster. Pre-first commercial, Corbin’s most interesting contribution is foddering for the elbow puns on commentary. After the said commercial, Ricochet gets thrown around including a slam into the announce table. Admittedly, I did like that this match was very well paced. Each opponent got a larger segment in the beginning before flipping offense towards the second half. In the end, Ricochet wins with a shooting star press.

Post-match, Pat uses the telestrator to show how down and out Corbin has once again become. Pat should be given screen drawing telestrator privileges forever.

Various Mini Segments

We get a small but exciting backstage segment where Hit Row and Street Profits align themselves.

Also, there is a video package, the first of two, for Drew ahead of Clash at the Castle. We get a look back at his indie career and first WWE run. Drew used to be so (comparatively) tiny! He also brings up his emotions on losing that first WWE contract and the death of his mother, which as a fellow member of the Dead Mom Club ™, I was about ready to sob.

Carrion Cross is also creepy in the rafters (or at least very high up in seating), but there’s nothing much new to see there.

Nikki A.SH & Doudrop vs Sonya Deville & Natayla vs Dana Brooke & Tamina vs Shotzi & Xia Lee

That's a mouthful. Hey, WWE, can we get some formal names for these tag teams, please?

Gigi Dolin of Toxic Attraction is injured, so we have a fatal four-way to determine who will be taking their spot in the tournament, comprised of previously eliminated teams. Now, I know why Alexa and Asuka weren't included coming off of their alignment with Trish, but I still think they should have been. If for no other reason, because I love them. Nikki and Xia started this match, but quickly poor Nikki gets run over by almost everyone else as they tag in. With this match having to get put together in a limited time, they did manage to get to the point rather quickly. Natalya and Sonya win by Sonya’s trademark scheming.

Sheamus Promo

Gunther takes the chance to interrupt quickly. I guess “starting fights and drinking pints” from Sheamus was also too corny for him. In their back-and-forth, Sheamus lists off his accomplishments (really ruminating about his win against HHH), and Gunther makes it very clear that he doesn't care. Butch snaps at Ludwig, and they proceed to go at it while the competitors just stare. This reminded me a lot of those MMA stand-offs, and I imagine they will be using that image as long as they possibly can.

Sami and The Bloodline Backstage

The Usos once again attempt to keep Sami from Roman, but Roman allows him in. They review last week's altercation with Drew and Sami’s loss. In what appears to be officially using Sami as a meat shield, Roman decides to see how he can do against Drew properly later in the night

Sonya Deville & Natayla vs Aliyah & Raquel Rodriguez

Bayley and crew are here to watch once again. I was worried this is just filler, considering how the earlier match felt. We get a nice moment of Raquel, my love, holding Aliyah like a hurt baby after she was thrown from the ring. The wrestling itself was adequate but often overshadowed by Bayley on commentary the whole time. Most of it was spent bullying Micheal Cole, which was funny. To my relief, Aliyah and Raquel get the win. So it was still filler, but with the right result.

New Day Promo

Xavier is in a wheelchair and I'm in tears. Kofi and he review their Viking funeral and hint that it may be a proper end for them. Full honesty, they had us locked in. Before they can finish. The Viking Raider’s come in to officially “put them down”. Xavier is wheeled into the corner, and Kofi is able to get the raiders away from the injured king, we have the reveal: kendo sticks in Xavier’s “injured” leg. The New Day gets a hint of revenge and a match is set up for next week.

The New Day better not go anywhere. I was ready to throw up.

Maximum Male Models Backstage

MMM is having a photo shoot in the parking garage because they are MMM. Unfortunately, a bus in the parking garage has decided to blast Hit Row's music. In their natural cheekiness, their solution is spray painting the bus. But it's not Hit Row's bus! It's the Street Profits bus! Now MMM actually has to wrestle the Street Profits, and I'm very excited.

Also, do the profits have a bus? Nice.

Sami Zayn vs Drew McIntyre

Sami is as slippery as ever, dodging and rolling out of the ring during the beginning of the match, but does eventually get his own offense in. Even if there is a clear power and size difference, Sami is starting to hold his own again. Then there’s a run-in from the Usos and I'm so confused. Do they actually help him? Do they actually like him? I’ve personally become lost in this plot. Are they doing this for their own benefit? And if so, what’s the benefit? Are they trying to make the meat shield tactic last as long as possible? WHAT’S THE GAME?

Anyway.

Sami gets the pinfall victory, which I’m quite happy about. Then, Roman joins his cousins and they just destroy Drew, including many chair shots. It’s brutal, and even a little scary. Roman is pissed. I loved his closing line, straight to the camera over Drew’s battered body: “I want someone to take this from me.”

Chills.

#wwe results #wwenews #wwe wrestlers #wwe smackdown #wwe #smackdown #writing #a slept on review

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inkyfingerstoo · 7 years

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aos rewatch

2x07 - Writing on the Wall Thanks for the tag @catchylove

Summary: This is the ep. where Coulson’s carving has reached its pinnacle and there’s a killer carving the symbols into bodies. Ward goes full suicide bomber, Hunter wears a cowboy hat, Fitz wears an awful cardigan, Jemma is brillaint in general, Mack is dramatic. Bakshi is given to SHIELD as a present, Coulson pops into the memory machine and is a dick all episode; he chases down the crazy carver, some rough housing ensues, eureka! The silly symbols are just a 3D blueprint of a city, Team SHIELD gotta find it before Hydra. Ward shaves. The End.

-”I do some carving every now and then.” ugh -I don’t like it when the show opens with red-shirts -I do like that the opening for AOS is super brief -Mucho father/daughter vibes in this opening Coulson/Daisy scene -(in re. To Trip talking on comms) Do you ever feel like you’d for sure notice someone in public who was talking to themselves and just kind of shuffling back and forth, touching their ear every now and again? -”...Janice Robbins, lives uh, lived in upstate NY.” I’m from upstate NY! Cool! -9 minutes in, still no FitzSimmons -9 minutes 40 seconds Fitz sighting! -9 minutes 50 seconds Jemma’s voice! And guess who turns their head the instant he hears it? -I like that Jemma is a bit snide with Mack, since he was a mega-dick and made judgments without the full context (I really want more Jemma&Mack in S5, biggest big with the smallest smol) -Doctor Doctor Jemma Simmons is so badass when in doctor doctor mode -”Does she have any family?” (Jemma Simmons) I think the thing that bothers me most about some characterization/interviews re. Jemma is both the actors and writers seem to want to paint Jemma as some cold, all business, no emotion, no affection kind of woman. When in fact she’s full of empathy and kindness and consideration. -Omg, the sheer amount of cliche lines in the bus station sequence are PAINFUL. Writers, do better. -Jemma Simmons sciencing and geniusing is my favorite -”It took me and Fitz 6 weeks to figure out how to operate this…” (the memory machine) (Fitz and I - Jemma would never speak with such horrible grammar) And pour one out for a call back to FitzSimmons Fitzsimmonsing even though we never got to see it. -Ps. Fitz in the background of the scene just basically follows Jemma with his eyes as she prepares the machine -Jemma’s uncomfortable expression when Coulson snaps at Daisy is me -”What kind of creature-feature I sign up for?” Mack you’re so damn melodramatic, chill bro. -blah blah blah Coulson storyline blah -Boston, MA That’s where I live! And that is not what a pub in Boston looks like….also there are no palm trees in Boston. -Bakshi!!!! Aww he’s such a twat haha. Evil plotting ensues blah blah. -This is making me uncomfortable, watching Clark Gregg, writhe and sweat like this. -”Lock him and keep him under observation until I get back.” May, you’re awesome -Forever mad we got no reaction from Fitz about Coulson shoving Jemma back so hard she slams into the shelf and appears to lose her breath for a moment. And that Coulson apologizes to Daisy, not Jemma. Coulson sucks this episode. -”The dark side of SHIELD” what? -I like scenes where characters do something totally normal and mundane (aka Mack and Fitz playing video games, drinking beers). “Besides brains never delete files, they just lose connections, but there’s always a back-up, just a matter of digging and finding them.” -Hunter, I love you and miss you. -Phil Coulson, worst agent ever (ok, ok, he’s severely impeded right now with the carvin’ crazies) -Bakshi, all wrapped up for Coulson - more fic fodder -”Pain made me remember.” Interesting quote -blah blah Coulson scenes blah -Getting to the inhuman reveal was torturously long -Fitz, sweetie, that cardigan is just….awful -Good song (Bill Withers “Who is He (And What is He to you)) Bad Ward -”Alright Mr. Bakshi, hope you weren’t into selfies, or this could be embarrassing for both of us.” He’d totally have nudes, the creep. -”Hail Hydra.” - that was hilarious -Ward, you’re a psychotic turd.

FitzSimmons collectively had around 8 minutes on screen. Unacceptable.

Tagging: @lapiccolina�� @agent-85 @jupiterbysaturn

#aos rewatch #engineering vs biochem #team biochem #fitzsimmons #jemma simmons #leopold fitz #aos #agents of shield #this was a painful watch just bc of the lack of fitzsimmons #however there was some good fic fodder for that JEmma gets brainwashed fic that I WILL WRITE SOMEDAY SO HELP ME THOR #Anyway this was fun #please tag me in this again fellow team members!

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I Procrastinated My College Work

The hermits gathered together in the stands of MCC at their regular spot. They were donned in orange to support their fellow hermits throughout the game, and now the two were in dodgebolt. They had cheered when False and Grian were the last two in survival games and nearly cried of relief when they all got out in Sands of Time. Iskall was analyzing their plays the entire time, intent on coaching them with his Vault Hunters knowledge after the game.

Now, their team was in first, and playing dodgebolt. They were on the edge of their seats, smaller hermits on the shoulders of taller ones. Cleo and Stress were screaming encouragement, Joe and Iskall had no chance of calming the two. Mumbo, Pearl, Scar, and Impulse were holding each other as they watched their fellow boatem member in the same place as last MCC. It had hurt all of them when Grian began to panic, their friend stilling in the middle of the field as yells from other teams and SMPs encouraged him to shoot. They wanted to throw his gong right at his head to calm him down, but outsiders couldn't interfere. The 3v1 got to him in the end; they still cheered on their way home.

The camera each admin held zoomed in on each team member.

And then the first arrow was shot. Illumina immediately went for Grian, who dodged it. Mumbo and Scar screeched, losing their minds at their first moment being so intense already. They watched Grian hand off the arrows, letting the hermit queen take her shot. Mumbo and Scar promply lost it again when False immediately took out Fruitberries. Round one was over in an instance, and they couldn't help but be dissapointed at the loss.

They heard a loud "GO FALSY! HANG IN THERE G-MAN!" from the lower railings. Ren was hanging over the edge, only held back by Hbomb and Martyn. Cub was cheering along with the orange supporters, glancing back and giving a thumbs up to his friends.

The second round started and Iskall swore at False getting shot immediately. They wouldn't lie when they said they agreed she waws an amazing dodgebolt player and pvper. They believed in SB, Pete, and Grian though. They would pull it off.

"Come on G, do it for Boatem!" Impulse yelled.

X joined in. "I'll give you a stack of diamonds if you win this!"

Ren, Cub, False, and Gem quickly spun their heads. X gulped. He didn't have enough diamonds to give all his hermits. Perhaps Evil Ex would trade him some derp coin?

"Bad play, suma." Doc mumbled.

They hadn't even noticed the round was over and their team had won. They would have to watch the replay of the round. The eight players teleported to the arena again, ready for round three.

Grian had been out last every round so far, and they could see he was starting to get stress. They knew he was pushing through it, and saw him grin when SB and Pete took out two of the opposing members right before Vixella shot Grian. They saw him hang over the opposite side, cheering on his teammates. It was a quick game with orange taking charge quick.

Fourth round was a disasster for their friends. Grian missed the first shot and both SB and Pete were out. False was in a 4v1, but she was a crackshot. She could take them out. Then she got tagged, and it was 2-2. It was anyones game.

It was the last round and no one was sure if they were breathing. It was a back and fourth with Vix and False getting eliminated. It seemd to be going slow, and the hermits were hopeful.

And then Pete and SB were shot. Grian stared at the sky and typed into his communicator.

Grian: why me

Grian: why again

It was just like last MCC. Grian was in the deciding 1v3. Every team was now standing, the crowd was completely silent. They could see the occasional team members whispering to themselves. No one was moving an inch. All eyes were on Grian, whose head was down and chest was breathing deeply.

Stay calm, please stay calm. We believe in you.

Grian stared at the other side and raised his bow. He was completely still. His eyes were locked onto Illumina and Fruit. Oh god, they believed in him but this was fruitninja. They were never teamed for a reason.

Fruitberries was tagged by Grian.

The crowd gasped. Xisuma heard a scream that may or may not have been him. Words of disbelief rang out before all was silent as Grian missed the second shot. Hands covered mouths in shock. Zeuz and Illumina took aim and Grian dodged like his life depended on it. He was yelling on the field and they wanted to jump down and shoot the punk players themselves. Every arrow that was shot and missed gave a gasp of horror and disbelief. There hadn't been a dodgebolt as intense as this in so long.

Grian picked up his arrows again and paused. He glared forward, slowly raising his bow. He didn't shoot for a long time, instead opting to patiently wait for his chance. He waited. They saw Sneeg grab Philza, eyes wide and mouth dropped. Grian breathed out.

Illumina was tagged by Grian.

An ear shattering roar erupted. The camera was zoomed in on Grian's face, who was letting lose the second arrow that missed. He turned and sprinted, dodging as Zeuz lined up his first arrow. Again, the crowd was silent. Double screens appeared. One displaying Zeuz's concentrated face, the other Grian's running figure. Grian lept and avoided the arrow not once, but twice. Shock rippled through the crowd.

Grian grabbed the two arrows once again. He shot too fast, they could tell. He wasn't cracking, but the pressure was there. He was so close to a win. He missed and the arrows were in Zeuz's hands. "IT'S SCRIPTED" Was that Wisp?

Grian dodged again. Players and watchers were either grabbing their hair, the railings, or each other. The hermits were afraid one of them was going to get into the battle themselves just to end it. He dodged again. The hermits screamed. They yelled for him to win. They yelled for him to take the crown. Do it for the builders, they said.

All admins cameras were on Grian, only Noxite keeping an eye on Zeuz. No one knew what was going to happen, but they were sure this dodgebolt would go down in history. They watched Grian raise the bow. He pulled back the string. Zeuz jumped forward.

KryticZeuZ was tagged by Grian.

ORANGE OCELOTS TAKE THE CROWN

The scream of relief from Grian could've been heard from Hypixel. The stadium went insane, everyone standing and yelling congradulations. The players were teleported, and the Hermits watched as False and Grian walked forward, donning crowns beneath a spinning coin.

Yep, this was a win for the hermits indeed.

#hermitcraft #minecraft championships #mcc #orange ocelots #key writes

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taki118 · 4 years

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Go Watch the Venture Brothers

So just heard the complete and utter Bullshit news that Adult Swim has cancelled one of (if not the best shows) they have the Venture Bros. This series is one of those shows that for WHATEVER reason never got to the level of fandom Rick and Morty has even though they’ve been at the genre parody game longer and in my opinion better.

The series is about Rusty Venture former boy adventurer and failing super scientist who in an attempt to keep his head above water in debt goes around with his two boys Hank and Dean, and bodyguard Brock on misadventues while various legal archnemisis go after him, such as the Monarch.

So if you never watched or never heard of this 7 season series let me give you a break down on why you should,

1) Art Style & Animation

Venture bros is one of those rare Adult aimed animated series that that really truly tries to utilize their medium to the best of their abilities. Season 1 had like such a small budget and corners had to be cut so it can be a little hard to watch at times.

But with each passing season they get a little better, a little more fluid, go just a little harder and it truly feels rewarding to watch. Like seeing an artist you follow online improve over the years. Like they COULD have stayed with the choppy and stiff animation from season 1 it fit right in with its fellow adult animated shows but it didn’t. They strove for quality to have something that matched the story they were telling.

2) The Writing

Venture Bros has some of the tightest and consistently great writing of ANY serialized show I’ve seen, adult, animated or other wise. Wanna know why? Cause it’s all done by TWO people (save for like one ep each season where one other person is allowed to touch their baby). Yeah TWO people and they work their asses off every season to interject, humor, refrences, parody, plot and character development in equal measure.

3) Character Development

Um yes in case you were wondering that’s right an adult animated show has CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT that holds as the series goes on. Not to give spoilers but characters will go through changes in alignment, relationships will develop and change, some characters will go through negative arcs where they are straight up unbareable for a season before coming out the other side even better than they were before. There is no end of epsiode or even end of season reset. Characters, settings, and dynamics all change over the course of the show and it feels just so god damn good.

4) Story Development

Just like the characters the story of the Venture Bros grows and changes each season. Things that are set up even as early as season one are paid off as the series goes on. Like not to be that bitch but you know how RIck and Morty teases an overarching plot ALL THE TIME but like will often just spit in the face of fans hoping for more than like one episode a season addressing it? Yeahhhhhhh that doesnt happen here, fans are consistently rewarded for putting the time in to rewatch and really think about what happened in the series. Characters that are seen in the background or are just referenced by other characters will be brought in to be recurring characters, things that start off as a small detail or gag will be given larger relevance and each time they do this you get that “OH I remember that from last season! So thats what it was!” The writers WANT you to rewatch, they WANT you to analyze and they WANT you to theorize, and they give you a show that gives back the time you put in.

5) Parody & Reference

This series does a great thing with parody. They make real characters who are just as enjoyable as the characters they parody, they make story lines that both poke fun at the absurdity of the media but shows the writers love for it. So often parody and references are just used to mock the thing but with Venture Bros you feel the love and care so when you know the thing being parodied you can laugh but feel good about laughing cause they are never laughing at a thing maybe you cared for in your youth but rather laughing with it.

And it’s never just one thing. When they parody a thing its often layered with other things to make it even more unique. Scooby-Doo is overlayed with famous criminals, Laura Croft is mixed Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman, GI Joe is given the look of the Village People and so on. They never go for the easy joke or reference. Hell theres an episode that starts with them reciting the lyrics to David Bowies Space Oddity for really no reason other than they could. They weave these things in naturally with their setting and characters so nothing feels out of place. Like if you dont catch a reference or parody you dont feel like “I think this isa reference to something?” like a LOT of things do not just adult animated shows. You arent taken out of the moment cause it all feels so natural.

6) The Characters

God damn these characters, I could go on for hours about these characters. From main to one off these are some of the most likeable characters you can find. I mean it when I say I can’t think of a single character I wish they had cut cause they are all so well created. Even the ones I hate i have fun hating cause they were made to be that way. I’ll be good though I’ll only talk about my absolute top faves.

- The Monarchs

You ever sit and wish villain couples could have functional healthy relationships? Well look no further than Malcom Fitzcarraldo aka The Monarch and Dr. Shelia Girlfriend (yes that is her last name). The Monarch is a high strung impulsive saturday morning cartoon villain whos tendency to over react is only matched by his unspecified hatred of Dr. Venture. And Dr. G is his nonsense partner in crime who will cut a bitch if they don’t play by their admittedly weird rules. Both characters are great on their own but are better together. Though that doesnt mean they always get along. Like a real couple they have their ups and downs they fight, break up, make-up and grow stronger in their relationship with each season.

- Shore Leave

Ok ok so I want you to imagine James Bond, mixed with GI Joe simmering in a cocktail of the most flamboyant gay men you have ever seen and you have one of my favorite gay characters/characters in general. Shore Leave is a member of OSI (the shows SHEILD/GI Joe parody organization) he’s loud, brash, flippant, sassy and highly competent at his job loving every second of getting to beat bad guys down within an inch of their life. I love seeing him play off the stoic Brock and the two have this great brotherly dynamic that’s never called into question. He also gets to have a very cute romance with Al the Alchemist (who is also great). I could talk about this man all day.

- Dr. Rusty Venture

They did such a good job with this man. He’s a self serving, sexist, perverted, whinny, self important asshole and yet you feel pity and genuine sympathy for him and want him to succeed. You can see how Dr. V was given a raw deal by his father who seemed to care more about his adventures than his sons well being and how this molded him into the bitter man he is today, but on the flip side you can see where he chose to use that as a crutch for his worst behaviors and impulses. Seeing him slowly grow and change and be an actual good father to his boys while all the while still be a giant dick is actually really great.

- Dr. Byron Orpheus

Ahhhhh Dr. Orpheus part Dr. Strange Parody part busybody stay at home dad, he’s just such a delight. Dr. Orpheus is a divorcee, with an unfulfilling job of maintaining order to the cosmos (which isnt as hard as one might think), and uses his magical ablities in ways most of us would (ie menial tasks and home chores). Overly dramatic and affectionate Dr. O is a delight whenever he appears, but he’s at his best around his daughter and old friends The Order of the Triad.

Again I can go on but all these characters ranging from main to recurring are crafted with the utmost care for you to want to see them succeed or fail, to see them again even if you know it’ll never happen, and want them to cross paths with other characters.

The Venture Bros is one of those series that I will ALWAYS recommend even to the pickiest of humor tastes. But if you don’t believe its as good as I said or don’t think the concept is to your tastes I’ll recommend a few eps that I think best show off the base idea of the series without giving much away. In terms of plot and spoilers, though somethings wont make a lot of sense.

- S1 ep10 "Tag Sale – You're It!" - Dr. V is having a yard sale so of course all manner of costumed weirdos show up. - S2 ep5 "Twenty Years to Midnight" - basically a fetch quest around the world to save the planet with daddy issues - S3 ep2 "The Doctor Is Sin" - Again daddy issues but with one of the best recurring characters and a great showcase of the series deeper emotional plots - S4 ep6 "Self-Medication" - Really embraces the parody as Rusty goes to a former boy adventurer support group. Anyway the show is 7 seasons with 80 episodes, please go watch it. I will never forgive @adultswim for cancelling what was to be their final season. And in closing GO TEAM VENTURE!

#venture bros #the venture bros #venture brothers #adultswim #adult animated shows #animated shows #animation #go watch this show #go watch #adult animation

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A Family Affair | Euro 2020 Football Fanfiction

here is the second last part besties wahhh I'm so sad its coming to an end!! I'm also so sorry about this part, it'll break a few hearts :'( Love always, Steph xx

Part 11 | parte undicesima

warnings; heartbreak, swearing & angst - i'm sorry in advance. word count; 2185 writing tools; third person until dashed line, first person thereafter. final update; Wednesday 18/08 5pm AEST. tags (as requested by users); @footballffbarbiex @obsesseds-world @abysshaven link to fic masterlist here

A few days had passed since the Villa match and Amelia had heard from Jack when he returned to Birmingham. He sent her a simple text to let her know he made it home. That’s it. The two went from previously not going more than 24 hours between FaceTimes or calls or memes to a simple made it home a few hours ago, thanks for a good time x.

No “speak soon”, no promise of a FaceTime , no double kiss at the end of the text that would have typically been there otherwise. If anything, she was more mad that he made her feel like a side piece; like one of his instagram girls that she knew he entertained throughout the week. Amelia knew that she, for lack of better terms, fucked up. She fucked up their friendship, and was praying to all of the Gods that would listen to help her not fuck things up with Ben, too. However, the fact that she didn’t go to church as often as she should have is probably the reason that Ben refused to make eye contact with the girl. It was either that or…he already knew.

“Benj, hey, wait up.” She called as he walked out to his car after a particularly long day at Cobham.

“Don’t call me Benj,” he coldly stated without turning around, continuing his stride.

“Okay fine, Chilly. Wait up will you!”

“Don’t call me Chilly either, that's reserved for friends.”

“Okay, if I can’t call you Benj, or Chilly, what can I call you?”

“The best mate of the guy you fucked multiple times on Saturday night” He spat out at her, as he finally turned around, ready to see the shocked look cast over Amelia’s face as she stood a couple feet away from him. He wasn’t expecting to see Mason at his car, just across the way or Jorgi at his, a few cars down. But they were there and it didn’t matter; they were going to find out sooner or later, anyway.

“He told you.”

“He told the group chat, Amelia. The fucking group chat! How does that make you feel? He’s already bragging about it. Your bed isn't even cold yet! It probably doesn’t bother you that much though - you’re just like him.”

“He fucked you when he knew exactly how I felt about you, having gone to him for advice as to how to apologise to you. I called him on Friday after I left your house and gushed to him like a bloody little girl because I was so happy you forgave me, and that we had kissed. And then, just like that, you let him weasel his way between your legs.”

“I know I should be taking this out on him, and I will don’t worry, but you knew what you were doing also. You knew exactly how I felt about you. I was ready to commit to you that night and you said you wanted to be friends, that you needed time to heal or whatever. So I hope you’re happy and are healing, because I take it all back.” With that, Ben turned around and got in his car, driving away from the girl who felt remorse worse than she ever has in her life.

Witnessing the whole exchange, Jorgi gave Mason a nod to say “go check on Ben, I’ll look after Amelia” and walked up to the girl from behind. Without scaring her, he firmly grabbed her around the shoulders and pulled her to his chest where she let go of all of the emotions she had been keeping inside. With every stab of the knife that was Ben’s words, she felt herself becoming more vulnerable and exposed than ever before. She refused to let him see her cry. That wasn’t something she was willing to let anyone see; she didn’t realise all she had been holding together until she no longer had to, until she had the physical support of Jorgi holding her up in the middle of the training ground car park.

Ushering her to his car - she could collect her own another day - Jorgi put her inside before any other first team members - or worse, staff members - could see the distraught girl and drove them both back to her place where he spent the rest of the evening comforting the girl and letting her know she wasn’t alone. He had even made a desperate call to Fede, asking for advice on how to cheer the girl up. Of course, her Italian ex-lover had been worried the moment his national teammate had told him that the girl was inconsolable and was just about ready to board a flight to her, but Jorgi had calmed him down too. Fede’s advice of coffee, warm pyjamas and clean sheets had done the trick of putting the girl to sleep for the night.

The next few days had come and gone, and the two heartbroken almost-lovers were back to the beginning - Ben ignoring Amelia and Amelia trying to get Ben in a room. But it wasn’t to be. Towards the end of the week, Amelia had received a phone call from Mr Mancini, formally inviting her back to the Italian National Team staff for the upcoming friendly matches and preparation for the 2022 World Cup. Without any hesitation, she accepted her role and began to prepare the necessary procedures that would need to be implemented or maintained during her time away with the Italian side.

Sharing the news with her fellow Italians, Jorgi and Emerson, she decided that she wanted to be the one to tell Ben. She wanted him to know, whether he cared or not, that she wasn’t running away from him and that she would see him soon.

“Chilwell, please stay behind after the session.” She decided it was best if she requested it in the company of the rest of the first team and also the staff members. She was being selfish but she didn’t want him to run away from her again.

He remained sat in his seat as the rest of the team and professional staff left for the evening. Arms crossed, slouched down, looking at everything else in the room but the girl who was nervously wringing her hands together.

“I’m leaving for international duties tomorrow morning.” With that sentence, he stopped tapping his left leg and looking at the cornice details. Instead, his attention was focused on her.

“But we don’t break up for internationals for another week.”

“I know, but Mancini has requested I come earlier to settle back into things over there.”

“It’s only an hour flight away, how difficult could it be?”

“I thought you’d be happy to see me go.”

Silence. Ben didn’t have an answer for her. Of course he didn’t want to see her around Cobham on the day-to-day basis they currently had to endure, but that doesn’t mean he wants her to go back to Italy. Even if it was only for a couple of weeks. Especially if it meant she was around Fede again.

“Well, much to your dismay I'll be back here in 3 weeks. And, Italy are playing England in the last friendly match of the break.”

With a slight nod of his head, Amelia presumed that their conversation was done with. She turned to gather her paperwork and heard the chairs behind her move, followed by the sound of the door opening and closing. She sighed into her hands. How did she let this happen? She preached to Ben how much she didn’t want to be selfish with his heart, and that's exactly what she did. But hey, it takes two to tango. Deciding there was no time like the present, she dialed the contact that once made her smirk but instead only made her furious to look at.

“Amelia, hey, how are you? Sorry it’s been a hectic couple of weeks.”

“Cut the crap Jack, you never intended to keep this friendship after you got what you were after.”

“Excuse me? You wanted it just as bad as I did.”

“You’re right about that, I thought I wanted it. Now, though, all I feel is regret. You know Jack, I knew from the moment we met that you were just my type, the kind that only calls me late at night. I knew a guy like you, and he treated me more or less the same. I gave myself to him, over and over for the better part of 3 years, and it was only when I left that he decided I might have been worth it... worth him.”

“But not you, you couldn’t help but run to your group chat and brag about your latest conquest, about how you made me feel wanted, only to rip it all out from under me the next morning and every day since. Honestly Jack, I think it's time you grew up a little. For Ben to confide in you how he was feeling and for you to just have blatant disregard for your so-called best mate. I can’t believe you would stoop so low. I know I'm in the wrong here too, but you are his best mate for crying out loud! How could you do this to him?”

“I don’t even want to hear what you have to say, I just needed to get that off my chest. Lose my number Jack, find some other hopeless girl that you can lure in with your foolish words and sweet nothings because I’m done. I’m done with whatever this was to you.”

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“You’re probably not going to believe me, but you have no idea how happy I am to see you here,” I heard from behind me, spinning around on my heels to see the ever-charming, boyish grin I used to love with my whole heart. This time, it's a different kind of love - it's an unconditional love shared between two people that are glad to exist together in the same crazy world.

“Federico, amore mio.” (Federico, my love) I stood up from my place on the bench at the Technical Headquarters and Training Ground of the Italian Football Federation, bringing the taller, heavily tattooed man into my arms. A gentle rock from him, side to side, to let me know that he can feel the weight of my moral compass.

“Vieni, cammina con me” (come, walk with me) He looped our arms together, and we strolled around the perimeter of the pitch that I was using to visualise my plays for the upcoming games. By the time we made it to the first set of goals, Fede had had enough of letting me mull over my own thoughts.

“Tesoro, Jorgi called one night a couple weeks ago. As smart as he is, it turns out he is hopeless at calming down an emotional female. While I'm not proud of knowing exactly how to calm you down, being that it was more often than not my fault you were inconsolable in the first place, I had to get some information out of him as to who upset my favourite girl in all of England.”

So I launched into the story, telling him everything from Mykonos to that fateful night a few weeks ago. Fede being Fede, he wanted to know everything, but I stopped just short of letting him know how many times Jack took me to paradise (much to his dismay). By the time I had wrapped up, we must have walked the pitch at least 3 times in its entirety, before retiring to the centre circle where we sat on opposite sides of the half way line staring at each other.

“I’m sorry that I ruined you for any other man,” Fede spoke solemnly.

“Fede, no - it was my stupid mistake to sleep with Jack.”

“No, let me finish amore. I’m sorry that I made you love me so deeply, and convinced you that the way I treated you was the right way, that the way I was with you was what you expect in every man to come after me. This Jack, he sounds just like me about 5 years ago - before I met you. But Ben, he sounds like the man I am trying to better myself to be, to be the man that deserves the kind of love you have to give.”

“I want you to listen to me. You need to fight for Ben. From what I have heard from both yourself and Jorgi-”

“That boy cannot keep his mouth shut to save himself,” I muttered under my breath.

“Amelia, you have a heart that deserves to be loved. Open yourself up to Ben. Tell him how you feel. From experience, you are very hard to ignore when you’re so vulnerable. Be honest with him, apologise, make him feel wanted, not like a second choice. Let him know how much you care for him, and equally how much you want him to care for you. He will see your sincerity and realise just how truly irresistible you are.”

Part 12. | la parte finale

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quietmyfearswith · 3 years

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the mission ; syverson x stucky x fem!reader

status — completed oneshot

word count — 4,350 words

warnings — SMUT, double penetration, triple penetration??? oral sex (giving and receiving), foursome, unprotected sex(dont do this), swear words, competition(ish)

pairing — syverson x stucky x fem!reader

a/n — DNI IF YOU ARE UNDER 18,, pretty self-indulgent so what about it,, wanted to post this as my first fic for 2021 so we can start the year with a bang but hey the year is still new so hope this counts,, feedback is appreciated

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“Tell me again, why are we meeting up with this person?” If you told people that there were times that Steve — Captain America as most of them are most familiar with — was egotistical enough to the point that he believed that intel from outsiders weren’t needed, they wouldn’t believe you unless they saw how he was currently. When the military told them that some of their men have discovered remnants of HYDRA, Steve was fine with that vague lead since he thought that they could take it from there. However, his pride took a hit when the military insisted that one of their men be sent over to the compound to assist them.

Y/N then scheduled for Captain Syverson to meet with Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes so they could discuss what the special operations captain saw. Sighing irritatedly, the assistant of the Avengers paused in the middle of the hallway so she could look the super soldier in the eye, “Look Captain, I know you think you can do this alone — you’ve proven to me and your fellow Avengers that you can — but the military and government believes that you need more hands on deck, okay?”

Crossing his arms, Steve opened his mouth to argue but opted not to, “Good, now behave okay? Bucky’s almost done training the recruits; so he’ll be joining us shortly.” As she walked away from where they stood, the captain bit his lip as he watched her ass and legs strut away in the green and white plaid dress that she was donning. Hearing her fingers snap together brought him back to reality and made him follow her steps.

“Captain Rogers, meet Captain Syverson from the military’s special operations,” Y/N introduced the two men to each other, who were visibly appalled at the thought of having to shake hands, but a stern look from the girl standing between them prompted the Texan captain to hold out his hand to which the Brooklyn captain shook briefly but with a tight grip before letting go. “We appreciate you coming here, Captain Syverson.”

His response surprised Y/N, but in a good way, and she smiled brightly at the simple interaction the two had. “You can call me Sy; only prefer being called Captain by those who are under me.” The wink he sent the only girl present in the room gave her the implication that there was a double entendre in his statement; whereas the enhanced super soldier caught on and was displeased with how he was hitting on Y/N.

Puffing out his chest and rested his hands on his belt buckle, “Well Sy, why don’t you share with us what it is you saw.” Nodding, Sy grabbed the folder he brought with him and handed it over to the Captain; Y/N was setting up the laptop and projector that was in the conference room. Steve skimmed through the files as Y/N displayed some of the satellite images that were taken. “Have you or any of your team members been inside the facility?”

Shaking his head no Sy explained, “We didn’t dare to. Though I had some soldiers stake out and in their week of monitoring they didn’t notice anyone come in or out.” Placing the folder on the desk, Steve instructed Y/N to show more of the pictures and she complied, “How come you didn’t get in and check it out? Isn’t that what a captain does?”

“Steve,” Y/N scolded him as she looked at him with a warning look but despite her piercing gaze he remained unfazed as he gave a challenging stare to the other captain — one which Sy wasn’t afraid of. “A captain’s duty is to lead his soldiers and make the right calls; it wasn’t our mission to look for the abandoned facility but we found it anyway. We just ensured that there wouldn’t be any criminals that we could possibly encounter that would interfere with our mission.”

The tension was thick in the air when Steve gulped down — not wanting to admit that Sy made a valid point. Striving to cut the tension in the room, Y/N stood up as she spoke, “Okay, great points. Should you plan to check the place out,” She was talking to Steve who was intently looking at her with a look he’s never given her before; she struggled to continue with her point with how intense his stare was, “Secretary Ross decided that it might be better for you to tag along,” Sy nodded as he was being talked to.

“Just me? Or would my men be included?” Sitting back down on her chair she browsed through some of the files she had prepared for their meeting as the two men watched her like a hawk, “They want you out on the field along with Steve and Bucky; but your other men can help behind the scenes.”

Displeased with the new information, Steve crossed his arms from where he was seated, “No, he is not joining us on the field,” He was now standing up, as if he was trying to assert his dominance and authority over the other captain who seemed undaunted as he stood tall. “Why the hell not?”

“Jesus Christ, stop it, the two of you!” Y/N held out her hands to create space between the two charging bodies, her hands landed on their pecs and she had to stop herself from enjoying the feel of their skin against her fingertips, “You both need to calm your asses down! I don't know what it is about each other that ticked you off but you guys are gonna have to work together. Now, why don’t we calm down and try to get along?”

Running a hand through his buzz cut hair, Sy was the first one to speak since he wanted to charm Y/N, “I’m really sorry about my behavior, love,” His larger hand reached for hers and placed a kiss on the back of her palm; Steve sharply looked at how affectionately the other captain gazed at the assistant who had been responsible for his orgams without her even knowing it, “I’m gonna be on my best from now on; especially when I work with the former soldiers.”

Having enough of what he said Steve made his way to the two of them, breaking off their clasped hands so he could hold Y/N’s, planting himself between the two he gruffly said, “You know what bothers me? Is the way you’re hitting on Y/N.” Sy could not hold back the smirk as he somewhat felt a sick pride rush over him seeing the infamous hero getting riled up because of him, “Don’t recall you being her boyfriend; so really I can flirt with her as much as I want.”

She doesn’t know why, but Y/N was extremely aroused with the way they discussed her as if she weren’t there. Ultimately it was the way they both battled for her really made her panties dampen. “Who would you rather fuck?” The blunt question had her jaw dropping in shock and disbelief; she always knew how Steve was direct to the point, but never expected him to be straightforward in a sexual context.

“I don’t know,” Her eyes darted back and forth from the two captains, “You’re both very attractive; but I never imagined both of you being attracted to me.” It was difficult for her to hide the faint traces of her insecurities which the two men were quick to pick up. Steve caressed her hand that he held as he sincerely cooed at her, “How can I not want you? And I’m not just talking about your divine body. Your patience in handling us is unlike any other. You’re extremely compassionate and kind. When I look at you I see a woman whose beauty on the outside matches the beauty within.”

The other hand that Sy held was being placed with a kiss that despite being gentle was contradicted with the rough sensations of his beard, “I’ve only known you for a while but I have to second the motion; you are a force to be reckoned with. While there are parts of you that clearly cannot be tamed and that your fire was meant to remained ablaze,” He hoped that she got his reference of her dangerous line of work and with the small nod she gave him affirmed so, “But you also have the tranquility that a mother possesses.”

A small smile broke out of Y/N’s face after their speeches; but the serene moment quickly faded when the super soldier brought her hand to his crotch, letting the wide-eyed girl feel the hard on that he frequently spotted around her. “This is just one of the other pieces of evidence I have about how great you are.” Walking up to stand beside Steve, Sy grabbed her other hand and pressed against his own staring erection as he smugly boasted, “But this is a bigger evidence of how much I appreciate you, sunshine.”

“I’m flattered,” Y/N nervously began as her eyes darted back and forth from the two large men, pulling away her hands from their hardened cock as she felt incredibly shy about the whole ordeal, but it wasn’t an answer that pleased either of them or answered Steve’s earlier question. “But the question is still left unanswered Y/N,” The blonde man to her right reminded her, “Who would you rather fuck?”

Gulping down her nervousness before answering, “Honestly? I want you both.” Even though she shyly confessed that, it was all the fuel both captains needed for their ego as they silently just had established a competition between themselves — get her to feel confident about herself as they both intend on making her so cum hard the only thing she’ll remember is their name. Steve brought a finger underneath her chin, lifting her gaze up to match his hooded eyes, “You’re beautiful, Y/N,” He affirmed to her before bringing their lips to touch gently. Eyes closing as the super soldier savored the feeling of her lips that he's been dreaming for so long; and his dreams couldn’t even compare to the feel and taste of her lips.

As their lips pulled away from the steamy kiss, Sy tore away her lips and planted his own lips against hers, “Absolutely stunning, one of a kind,” Were the words he spoke as their lips locked and tongues danced. Feeling his beard tickle her neck as his lips trailed down her jaw and neck, she giggled lightly and opened her eyes to view Steve whose eyes darkened — though she didn’t know that it was due to his lust and longing for her, as well as the jealousy due to the scene unfolding in front of him. Pulling away from the kiss, Sy then lifted her up to the table and sat her down. Without even speaking, he made his move to undress her — grabbing the cloth by her cleavage, ripping the dress in two to expose how she chose to forego a bra and was only wearing a poor excuse of panties; the Texas raised captain could only smirk as he went down on his knees while he slid her lace undergarment down her legs.

“What a devious little thing you are,” Her attention was shifted to the Brooklyn-raised captain as he spoke; she instinctively spread her legs which didn’t go unnoticed by Sy who smirked in appreciation before lunging forward to lick her through her panties — causing her to gasp out loud, rolling her eyes at the pleasure. Annoyed with how he was being undermined, Steve grabbed for Y/N’s cheeks and kissed her fervently, making him moan in bliss as the kiss exceeded his dreams and expectations. “This what you want? Want two men proving to you how goddamn beautiful you are?”

The question was rhetorical, but somehow she found herself whining as she nodded against his lips where their lips met for a heated kiss. Grinning at her state, Steve ended their kiss as his lips trailed down her chin and to her neck, searching for her sweet spot. Just as he sucked on the skin below her jaw, she tried to squeeze her legs together to alleviate the arousal she was feeling — but it only made Sy smirk and encourage him to push aside her panty and directly get a taste of her.

“I’m gonna taste this pretty pussy okay? Why don’t you show Steve over here what that pretty mouth can do besides ending tension okay?” With a shaky sigh, she nodded as her eyes watched as Steve got on the table, kneeling beside her, all while he undid his belt and pulled the zipper down to free his cock. “I’ve been fantasizing about what that mouth would feel like ever since you joined,” His filthy confession made her bring her thighs together again to relieve her of the ache she felt; but all it did was make her feel again the trimmed hair of Sy who was placing gentle kitten licks on her pussy, “And now I’ll find out if you’re as any good like I thought you would be,” Served as his final warning before kneeling on the table by her head and feeding his cock to her waiting mouth.

Groans were heard from the two captains but for similarly different reasons; Steve loved how his cock slid down her throat easily without gagging, and her hollowed cheeks and expert tongue providing him pleasure but it was also the way her one hand was sliding from his balls to the base of his cock that almost made him cum. Whereas Sy couldn’t get enough of how sweet her juices were; he was sliding two fingers in and out of her, and everytime he pushed them right back it became harder for him to do so with how her walls were resisting them — it made him think about how her walls would resist his cock. “You like this don’t you? Like being used for our pleasure?”

A pathetic whine was all that she could let out seeing as her mouth was preoccupied with Steve’s cock was prohibiting her from speaking clearly. “You’re too invested that you can’t even remove my cock from your mouth to answer properly,” Feeling her nod against his cock just added to the bliss he felt. Shaking his head as he licked her cunt and fingered her pussy, Sy loved it when her thighs were rubbing hard against his beard and some of her juices were sticking to his facial hair.

Y/N was surprised when Steve pulled his cock of her mouth, “Not yet baby, I’m not cumming in your mouth just yet.” With his lips still pressed tightly against her pussy lips, Sy smirked at him, “Or maybe you just can’t cum at all.” That statement reminded both men that even though they intended to make her feel how beautiful she was, they were still competing for her. Sitting up with the support of her elbows, Y/N watched closely as Steve grabbed Sy by the shirt, dragging him away from her pussy, resulting in him sitting up on the floor on his bum. He planted himself on one of the conference chairs and once settled, grabbed Y/N’s hips so she was straddling hovering his cock, “It’s because I’d rather cum inside her pussy.”

With one hand on her hip, the other one guided his cock in her tight canal easily. “Oh fuck, you’re so big,” She moaned as she rested her hands on his shoulders as she rode him slowly, getting used to his size. Calloused hands were on her ass as Steve guided the pace in which they were fucking. His lips were pressing firmly against her breasts, leaving his traes of desire on them. As her eyes were closed in pleasure, she didn’t see how Sy was freeing himself from the restrains of his pants; after doing so he stood up from the floor and sat down on the conference table.

“You’re gonna suck my cock while you ride his dick; so turn around,” It took a while before she did so, but Y/N had to push Steve’s face gently from where his mouth had been enveloping her nipple. She turned around to face Sy who was stroking his cock with hunger on his eyes; moving her hair from her face, she rested her hands on the knees of the man in front of her before lowering her lips to wrap it around the tip of his cock. “That’s a good girl,” He sighed out in pleasure, one hand finding purchase on her hair.

Jealous at the thought of having to share her or her attention, Steve kicked off the chair he was sitting on and stood on his feet and helped Y/N to do the same. With her bent over, the super soldier grabbed for her hips and rammed in and out of her pussy with short and rapid thrusts. Sy allowed her to take control of how she wanted to suck him, but he couldn’t help himself as he thrusted his cock in her mouth a few times, relishing in the moans she let out when he did so. “See what you do to us?” Steve asked as he felt his tip graze her sensitive spot, feeling her thighs shiver leaving him to hold both thighs in his hands.

“You make us feral,” Sy continued his train of thought as his hand added pressure on the nape of your neck, making you take him deeper, “You’re so goddamn beautiful that you make us lose all logic.” It was amazing to him how her tiny throat could accommodate all of him, and the way her nails dug into his thighs only added to his pleasure.

Bucky had just finished his training session with the recruits and was dying to get to his room to shower off the filth and sweat. Before getting to do that he first had to meet with a captain that was said to have intel about HYDRA; so imagine his surprise when he enters the conference room and sees three people fucking and not discussing mission details.

A man with a buzz cut — he inferred that was Sy — was sitting on the desk with his head thrown back in bliss as he was being given a blowjob by Y/N — the Avengers’ secretary whom he had been fantasizing about — while she in turn was being fucked in the pussy by Steve. “Well if I knew the meeting would look like this I would’ve ended the training session.”

Steve just smirked at his best friend who was leaning against the wall, “This is Sy,” He nodded to the man sitting at the desk who waved with his free hand from Y/N’s hair. Approaching the three of them Bucky inquired, “She any good at sucking cock?”

“The best; gag reflex is practically non-existent,” Steve recalled as he was now rubbing her clit, loving the way she was squirming against his body. Her hands were settled on Sy’s thighs, anchoring herself and leaving nail marks on his skin. “Her throat is tight but I doubt it’s tighter than her pussy.”

Bucky grabbed her hair to stop her from sucking on Sy’s cock, “Never pegged you to be a willing cumdump; you just needed a lot of cocks to fulfill you huh?” Despite her face having a mixture of saliva and the precum of both captains, she bashfully smiled at the sergeant. Stroking her cheek gently, the Texan captain demanded a verbal answer, “If he asks you a question you are expected to answer, beautiful.” Feeling the force of Steve’s harsh thrust, she managed to let out a choked out response, “Yes! I need a lot of cocks to satisfy me.”

Halting his assault on her pussy, Steve slid his cock out of her, “I’m gonna fuck her ass, Sy you get her pussy, Buck you start with her mouth first.” When Sy pulled her off his cock, Y/N was able to gulp nervously at the thought of taking all them at once; however she wasn’t given enough time to react to it as Sy was dragging her to ride him as he sat at a chair. Carefully, he helped her descent on his cock as the man groaned against her neck when he felt how her warm and wet she was, “Did the captain really fuck you, beautiful? You’re still so fucking tight.”

“I did, and I fucked her good,” Steve asserted as he lined his cock up behind her other hole, “That’s just another reason why you’re beautiful, doll. You’re just so fucking tight no matter how fucked you are,” And to emphasize his point, he slide his tip inside her ass and stilled upon feeling her walls constricting around him. “Goddamn, doll,” Steve breathed out as he shoved more of his cock inside her, his whole cock now shoved deep in her ass.

Her mouth hung agape as she felt two cocks having a go in her — loving the way she was never fully empty since when one thrust out, another slammed right back in. Taking advantage of her opened mouth, Bucky stood by the side of the chair and presented his cock to her, “Take it all in princess.” Like an obedient girl, she did wrap her lips around the ridge of his cock and began sucking on it as best she could.

“See what you do, doll? You make us go ravenous for you,” Steve emphasized his point as he mercilessly thrusts in and out of her ass despite her walls clinging to him, begging him to ease down. Agreeing with the captain, Sy sucked on her nipple harder as he thrusted sharply on her pussy, “Make us want to shower you with cum to prove how divine you are.”

Stroking her face gently contradicted how ruthless Bucky treated her mouth as his balls were slapping her chin repeatedly — allowing some of her drool and his precum to fall graceless from her mouth — before adding, “Only a pretty girl like you can make three soldiers fall apart.”

And fall apart was exactly what was bound to happen as Steve planted his hands on her hips so he could gain enough leverage to fuck her ass relentlessly, until his balls slammed against the rim of her opening, until he felt himself come undone with one final thrust all the way inside her. “Fucking hell,” He panted out against her back as he felt himself unload almost a year of desire inside her.

With much reluctance, Steve pulled out of her ass and rested against the conference table to catch his breath and recover. This then allowed Sy to knead his hands into the skin of her ass so he could move her up and down his cock, chasing his own impending orgasm. “Cum with me, beautiful,” He harshly demanded against her skin as moved her in time with his thrusts, “Let me feel you fall apart and come on my cock.” And to prove how badly he wanted — no, needed — to feel her hug his cock even tighter as she spasmed in pleasure — her to cum, he slid in and out of her at a rapid pace until she was clawing at his chest and he felt her body tense up then relax as she coated his cock with cum.

Moaning out at the relief of her release, Bucky enjoyed the added vibrations on his cock — adding to the pleasure as her tongue licked and swirled around the underside of his cock — while watching her ride out her orgasm. It wasn’t long before Sy too stilled his movements so he could release his seed in her. “Fuck so good!” He yelled out as he stayed inside her, relishing the feel of their combined juices. Seeing how her mouth went slack and her lips weren’t sucking on his cock anymore, the sergeant pulled out and stroked his cock as he rubbed the tip of his cock against her nipple. Shivering at the sensation, she stared at him with doe eyes as her dainty hands wrapped around the base of his cock and his balls, “Cum for me, Bucky.” It was the way she sultrily whispered it that made him throw his head back and moan as he covered her gorgeous tits with his cum.

Loving the way her breasts were marked with his cum, she tried to milk more out of the super soldier by rubbing the tip of his cock with her thumb as the other hand fondled his balls gently. “You’re one special girl,” Steve spoke as he watched intently the scene in front of him. Smiling at the praise, Y/N stopped stroking Bucky’s cock when she milked him already. After leaning down to press a chaste, sweet kiss on Sy’s lips, she removed his cock from where it was deeply planted on her — with a moan falling from her lips — before standing up and heading to where Steve was in order to do the same.

“Thank you for proving how beautiful I am,” She sweetly thanked them once she pulled away from the kiss. “Now hold on,” Bucky spoke as he made his way to stand beside Y/N, “I think you’re gonna need more proof of how beautiful you are.”

Catching his drift, Sy sat up straighter in the chair before agreeing, “Exactly, and we might need to give you individually are our own reasons.” She held her breath once more as she felt Steve pepper kisses on her shoulder, “Think you can handle us individually, doll?”

Desperately, she nodded as she enjoyed the feel of his lips kissing her skin. With two fingers grabbing onto her chin, Bucky made her face him, “Good, ‘cause I haven’t been inside that lovely pussy and ass of yours. Oh, and I got a long list of what makes you fucking beautiful.”

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Misfits - Chapter 2

Fandom: Star Wars - Clone Wars / The Bad Batch Pairing: The Bad Batch / Reader (Polyamorous) Rating: M (Rating May Change) Tags: Polyamorous Relationship, Force-Sensitive Reader, Slow Burn

Work Summary: After a year working with the 501st, you've been assigned a new post - Clone Force 99, aka the Bad Batch. You're concerned about the transition - you found it hard enough to fit in with the 501st, and now you had to acclimate to an entirely new squad. As it turns out, the Bad Batch is very accommodating.

Chapter Summary: You're started to settle in with the Bad Batch. Introductions are in order, but one in particular leads down a path you never expected.

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You had said goodbye to Rex only a few minutes prior. He had wrapped you in a tight hug and told you not to get into too much trouble, and you had to try really, really hard not to start crying in front of your new squad. He’d waved as you entered their transport, and instead of dwelling on those emotions – loss, sadness, anxiety – you’d pushed them to the back of your mind. You learned long ago that acting as if they didn’t exist wouldn’t help anything, but right now, you needed to compartmentalize. You hardly knew these men, and you didn’t want to freak them out by sobbing about leaving your best friend behind.

The men in question had since been introduced to you by Hunter. The tall, slender clone who liked to lean against the side of the ship like some half-baked deathstick dealer was Crosshair, a sharpshooter and sniper. You probably should have figured that, judging by the tattoo that encircled his eye. When Hunter introduced you, he had made a noncommittal noise, looked you up and down, and then decided you weren’t very interesting, instead walking his way back to the cockpit. You hoped he was just antisocial, and didn’t hate nat borns, or women, or something.

The big burly one was Wrecker, who had wasted no time in offering you a big smile and a firm clap on the back. Honestly, you thought he was going to hug you – and maybe he was, and then he thought better of it.

“You’re our new Jedi, huh?” he had asked with a broad smile? You offered him a somewhat hesitant one back – he was intimidating, after all. He was broad and muscular like you had never seen on a clone before, and the large scar that encompassed half of his forehead and a good portion of his scalp was distracting. It made him look hardened and dangerous, but with his jovial tone, you soon found out he was anything but menacing.

“Yeah, guess I am?” you answered with a nervous laugh.

“She’s a force-sensitive, Wreck, not a Jedi. She doesn’t answer to the Council.” Hunter had clarified. You were somewhat shocked that he cared about the difference – but, then again, he had seemed pleased that you weren’t a part of the Order, likely because it meant you had less rules to follow.

“Oh, yeah!” Wrecker had grinned, clapping you on both shoulders now, as he leaned down to grin at you. You had laughed a little harder, because you were starting to see now, by both his force signature and in his voice, that he was really just a big goofball. “I never liked the Jedi anyway!”

“Weren’t you just expressing how excited you were for ‘our new Jedi?’”

That had come from the one with the glasses – er, goggles? You weren’t exactly sure what they were, or if he needed them for his bad eyesight or just tactical reasons. Either way, he adjusted him on his face as Hunter introduced him as Tech. It wasn’t difficult to figure out what his specialty was – much like it was easy to deduce that Wrecker liked to punch things in addition to blowing things up. Tech, of course, handled a lot of technical issues and data – but you were actually shocked at the fact that he wasn’t, well… tiny.

Tech was taller than Hunter, and even Rex, as he peered down at you through his glasses. He took your hand and shook it – you could tell just by his grip that he was used to intricate work – robotics, droid work, rewiring datapads – fiddly things that required a steady hand. You had nodded politely to him as he greeted you.

The last member of the team, and perhaps the most elusive, was Echo. He was paler than the others, and studded with prosthetics – most prominently, the jack that his hand had been substituted with. He had an aura about him in the force that spoke of pain – not the pain of war that the rest of the squad exuded, no. This was a deeper pain, something profound and lasting, and you had a feeling it had to do with that arm, and the bolts in his skull, and the way his cheekbones still looked sharper than that of even Crosshair.

“You’re from the 501st?” he had asked, after Hunter had led you to the cockpit and left to look at something in Tech’s travel plans for the route to their next mission. You were alone, but Echo still gazed out the front of the transport into hyperspace, his flesh hand fiddling with the textured armrest of the captain’s chair.

“Yeah – I’ve worked with them for the past year, most of the time. I get contracted out from the unit to do a lot of stealth work that the Jedi obviously can’t be pulled for. Stuff like this, I guess,” you shrugged. Echo had hummed in acknowledgement, glancing at you, almost curious.

“Were you with the 501st when Captain Rex last worked with… Clone Force 99?”

The wording was strange. Rex had mentioned to your that this squad usually referred to themselves as “the Bad Batch” due to their mutations. But Echo was more cautious – he almost hesitated on the name. His force signature didn’t give away much more – it only told you that he was being careful with his words, that he didn’t trust you quite yet. Which, honestly, was to be expected.

“No. Anaxes, right?” Echo nodded, and you shook your head. “No – I was on a stealth mission. Well, I guess it couldn’t really be called a stealth mission… I was working with a pirate named Hondo Onaka. Think I might have rather been on Anaxes.”

You chuckled, trying to make light of it. You knew Anaxes has been a mess, and honestly you had felt horrible leaving behind the 501st in order to take on what you considered a useless political mission. You knew the campaign had been long, grueling, and complicated, and you always felt guilty when you weren’t by Rex and Anakin’s side to help with something so important.

“Ah,” Echo made a soft noise, picking at some scoring marks on his socket arm. You bit your lip at the awkwardness that permeated the room, the conversation stagnating at Echo dwelled on… something.

“I used to be a part of the 501st,” he finally admitted, glancing up at you. His eyes said more than his lips – there was sadness, there. It was hidden behind his soldier’s veneer of indifference, but you could tell by the way he looked at you that his transfer to Bad Batch hadn’t been as straightforward as your own.

“Yeah?” you asked, sitting down in the co-pilot’s chair next to him. He nodded, sighing, relaxing into the chair before shooting you a glance.

“Yeah. Made ARC trooper at one point. Me and Fives – me and Fives.”

His eyes had gleamed the first time he said it – but as he repeated Fives, his face fell, and your own did as well, your first clenching.

“Oh,” you breathed, and he glanced at you, ducking down to try to make out your expression.

“You knew him?”

“He talked about you – I had – I’m stupid,” you laughed, trying not to think about Fives. You hadn’t known him or Tup long before the incident, but Fives had showed you the ropes, along with Rex. You got along with him easily – he had been funny, and kind, and if he tried to flirt with you a few times you just put it up to you being the only woman available.

You remembered him talking briefly about Echo – he had only mentioned Echo once, with gritted teeth and a set jaw, mumbling something about a previous mission, and how he and a fellow ARC trooper had handled the situation. You could tell that it pained him to mention his comrade – that this Echo had likely died – and you didn’t press the subject. You knew, even then, that Fives didn’t deal well with loss. Ironic, then, how he was the one to cause so die, to cause the grief himself.

“I worked with him, before…” you gestured vaguely, and Echo nodded, not wanting you to mention Fives’s death himself.

“He thought I died at the Citadel. Everyone did,” Echo sighed, staring out at the hyperspace lane. “Maybe I did.”

You stared at him. In the force, his emotions were a tangled mess – grief, both for Fives and himself. Pain – not only physical, but emotional, spiritual. You couldn’t fathom what happened to him – you could look at this physical evidence of his cybernetic appendages, more similar to those of a droid than any prosthetics you had seen before. You could see the pallor in his face, the way his cheekbones jut from his face, how he had squinted far too severely in the light of the Coruscanti sun. He had been through something that you couldn’t fathom, something you would never truly understand, even if he did wish to explain it to you.

But despite that, you could still feel him in the force. When he spoke of Fives – the way his signature sparked let you know that he didn’t just know Fives. You could tell they had worked together for years, that they had likely grown up together. The rest of the Batch – their signatures sang in harmony because they had grown up together, because they had known each other for many years. And you initially hadn’t caught onto Echo’s dissonance – the way that he was trying to fit in with them, but how he didn’t fit in quite as easily as the other men. And now you knew why. It was because, while he had changed, he still held onto those bonds. Rex, Fives, the rest of the 501st – even though whatever Echo had endured, those were still his brothers.

“Not completely,” you mumbled, looking down. You could feel Echo’s eyes on you, so you sighed and continued. “You – you still care about them. Those men. They may not be your men anymore – and I guess they aren’t mine, either – but you care for them. That has to count for something.”

When you looked up, Echo caught your eye. His expression was unreadable, and his signature betrayed nothing. He was hard to read already – the cybernetics clouded your judgement – but you could tell that he didn’t exactly know what he thought of your statement.

“Yeah. Maybe it does,” Echo mumbled to himself, staring out across hyperspace, as stars flew by, exploding behind his eyes as he contemplated his place among them.

After that, the silence wasn’t quite so awkward. It was comforting, almost. You knew that it wasn’t the same – that although you and Echo were both former members of the 501st, that the circumstances were wildly different. But you still felt a kinship with him. Because he still knew Anakin, and Rex, and Fives, and Jesse, and Kix, and all the others. Because he probably played the same drinking games you had with the men, he had fought beside them as you did, and he had watched them die, as you had. You knew he wasn’t ready to talk, and perhaps he never would be. But if he ever was, you would be ready to listen.

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