Simon who gets kidnapped and captured for a LONG time and they don't cut his hair. So when he's rescued he has this greasy, long blonde hair. And when they get back he doesn't let anyone touch him, he's absolutely feral.
But with Soap and Price and Gaz's help they finally manage to get him bathed and the hair washed and I'm a curly/wavy hair Simon truther so his got these pretty shoulder length locks and when he finally lets them cut it he cries because of the relief of finally being home and there are tears all around.
I'm gonna write an actual blurb, from this but for now :3
John could've stepped in when he noticed Simon bitching you, but he didn't. Simon was his best soldier, best alpha, and it wouldn't hurt for him to have an omega around him. Even if that meant turning you into one.
That was until your scent turned sour, and your moods plummets, pushing away your trays during meals. "I'm just not hungry right now." You insist, despite Simon's growing irritation.
"Can't pup you up if you're so thin." He chuffs as he pushes your plate back to you. You glare at him across the table, jaw clenched tight as you try to keep yourself quiet.
"Omegas are just as valued here as alphas." Price rumbles to try and soothe you, but you just look angrier. Your body screamed and ached for a nest. For warm pillows, soft blankets, and the scent of your pack, but you didn't need it. You were forced into wanting it, but that doesn't mean you'd give in.
You shove the tray again, sending it careening off the table, and to the floor with a loud crash. "I hate you. And I hate myself. It's all your fault." Simon doesn't react to your words, the mess, or when you stand up from the table and rush away. His heart sinks slightly as he watches you retreat, taking your sour, miserable scent with you.
"They'll come around, Si." Kyle insists as he nudges Simon's side. "Just show them what a good alpha you can be." Simon lets out a small grunt of acknowledgment, but he knows that won't work on you.
You stare at your phone, thumb hovering over your mother's contact before turning off the screen. She wouldn't want to hear from you. No one in the family would. A family of alphas had no need for an omega. They had told you your whole life before you presented that if you were an omega, they would disown you.
Now, their worst nightmare had come true, and so had yours.
here are some robert robertson stories iâve read, loved, and reblogged. all the admiration for the writers who share their talent so generously. please be sure to read the warnings on each fic. and if you enjoy them, let the author know by a comment, reblog, or both! âĄ
á°.á key: A- angst I F- fluff I S- smut I C- comfort I HC- hurt/comfort
â hope bite pt2 I @e1dritchjackal0pe I F + S
You've got a problem: you want your sort-of-boss. He has a terrible name, he's a retired hero, and you're pretty sure that your actual boss might have feelings for him, and yet you can't manage to get him out of your head. And the unexpected friendship you've made with him over lunch certainly isn't helping your case, either.
â left out details I @dispatch-my-nuts I F
So Robert leaves out some details about his personal life from the chaos that is the Z-Team, they had no need to know... Until now
â being the social media manager pt2 I @dispatchiscalling I F
your job is to make former villains likable. everyone loves good halloween costumes, right?
â sugar nâ spice pt2 I @/dispatchiscalling I F
â coffee run I @/dispatchiscalling I F
hey look, there's a new guy that needs to be added to the office coffee order
â headlock pt2 pt3 I @/dispatchiscalling I A
After an incident steals your memories, you're told you've been given a second chance, courtesy of the SDN. As you try to settle into this unfamiliar life, something feels wrong. You know how to fight but don't remember training. Your body bears scars that no one will explain. Faces look at you with fear and contempt and you simply don't understand. With every passing day, you suspect the life theyâve built for you might be a lie. Somewhere between the fog of confusion lies the answer to who you really wereâareâand why they don't want you to remember.
â telephones I @yoyneversawmehere I A + C
seeing your ex after he basically ghosted you for years
â chuck roast baby I @lavendermaelk I C
Youâre Robertâs neighbor who works from home, so you often get to dogsit Beef while heâs away. While youâre more than happy to take care of his pup while heâs in the hospital, his absence seems to line up with a certain superheroâs a little too well.Â
â the right thing to do I @antistellars I F + A
Robert smokes some weed, spills some secrets, and almost kisses the girl he's in love withâ you, his best friend's sister.
â save me, mecha man I @tholyveil I F
Rob comes home after a shift at SDN to find youâre sick.
â count me in I @paniniimpressed I F + A + S
Tensions arise when a strange new employee joints your company. Even with all his snark, you canât seem to stop thinking about him
â civilian in distress pt2 pt3 pt4 I @astralstellar I A? + C?
â this is going to take awhile I @kbd-cryptid I F + HC
the reader and robert (/mecha man/, at his insistence) get stuck in an alleyway when running from a villain. it's tight, uncomfortable, and definitely not the most ideal of circumstances, considering their... complicated relationship. feelings ensue.
â fixer upper I @appletreat I F
robert needs help moving a mattress
â the z-team canât handle secrets I @/appletreat I F
the team knows exactly who robert has a crush on
â the beef thief I @raesangelic I F
When Beef seemingly disappears in the office Robert is distressed. And when he finally finds the culprit, heâs more intrigued than bothered.
Soap waking up after multiple surgeries and days in a coma thanks to that bullet in his head to find Ghost sitting next to his bed. There's apparently a lot of the past few years he can't remember, but having the other man sit there with no mask in sight and tender look in his eyes can only mean good thing, right?
Then you walk in. Soft, androgynous, a ring at our finger, carrying a young child and already round with another.
And Johnny... well, Johnny can't help but feel disgusted. Him, with a woman? Never. The only reason he could have married and have children with you is if his crazy religious family managed to force him.
He doesn't want to have to deal with that right now. Not with his injury and how hopeful he had gotten at the sight of Simon.
He hadn't realized how much it showed on his face. Not until he suddenly flinched at the feeling of danger. Simon was angry. Angrier than the Scott at ever seen him. Angrier then he thought possible. Johnny knew if he said anything right now, Simon would finish what Makarov had started.
"Don't you dare look at our husband like that. Especially when he stopped taking his hormones, delayed his surgery, and sacrificed his body to give us a second child like you wanted."
And Johnny couldn't help but sit there, completely confused. Husband? Second child he wanted?? Our???
We're staying in and watching the nightmare before Christmas and some slasher films with @little-ferret (I bribed him with spaghetti, he hates slasher films)
cw: violent behavior, suggestive themes, i will get better at this i swear
Itâs a downpour tonight. The roof overhead rattles with the force of the winds outside, keeping you awake. Your eyes drift towards the window periodically, watching the lightening illuminate the night sky, thunder rolling closer and closer as the wind hails. Your four loyal, massive Tibetan Mastiffs lay around your bed, dead to the storm raging outside. Youâd normally have them out in the barn, but with how terrible itâs coming down you would have felt terrible.
But now you lie awake, worry in the pit of your stomach. Some of the goats had just given birth, and with this storm you knew the kids had to be distressed, and their bleats often agitated the horses.
You absentmindedly reach down to run a hand through Dixonâs fur, who lets out a pleased huff, nuzzling your palm. You try to let the beat of rain lure you to sleep, eyes finally feeling heavy as your breathing evens out.
But then you hear it, over the raging of the storm you can still hear your stallion, Sebastian, neighing, and then the pound of his hoofs against his stalls, and you're flying out of your bed.
Nothing spooks your stallion, absolutely nothing.
You race down the stairs in just your nightgown, rushing to pull on your boots, no socks, as Dixon, Grimes, Judy and Maggie come bounding after you. You throw open the door, the screen slamming against the house from the wind but you pay no mind, running towards the barn, barely catching yourself from slipping in the mud.
The closer you get, the louder you can hear all your herd. Your hearts pounding harder than the rain when you reach the barn doors, and you can hear the dogs barking behind you as you reach to yank open the double doors
Locked.
Your barn is never locked.
From the inside.
âHello?!â You yell, slamming your palms against the wood, guilt wracking your body when you hear something scurry away on the other side.
âWhat are you doing in there?â You scream, shaking the handles with all your might, but they hold strong, and after a harsh yank, your hand slips, sending you flying into the mud.
You can hear what can only be described as chaos in the barn, and tears prick your eyes as you crawl forward, banging your fists against the doors.
âPLEASE! Please donât hurt my animals! Theyâre already scared! Please- AH!â You scream as the door flies open, sending you face first into the barn floor.
You barely register the blood dripping from your hands as you scramble to stand up, taking in the scene.
The mares were going wild, bucking and kicking the doors of their stalls while Sebastian raged, having busted his door down, prancing infront of his ladies protectively.
Your goats were huddled in a group on the corner, the kids tucked between their bodies and the sheep standing in front of them, shaking so badly their wool was trembling. The rest of the stock is scattered, hiding in various corners of the barn.
You whistle, which immediately catches Sebastianâs attention, huffing and puffing.
âIâm here! Itâs okay, ma is here!â You hush them, slowly walking towards the stallion with your hand out, palm up.
He neighs, tossing his head, leaning down to sniff your hand, when he stops, and suddenly a new sound reaches your ears.
Dixon and Grimes are growling out a warning.
Before you can even blink, thereâs a hand over your mouth. Your gasp is muffled at the pressure of cold steel at your neck, an arm wrapping around your chest pulling you into a firm, solid figure.
âNot. A. Sound.â A gruff voice barks in your ear, and your blood runs cold.
âLock the doors back.â The man orders, and a sinking feeling overcomes you when you hear a new set of footsteps. You stumble as youâre jerked back, Dixon barking as you start to thrash, kicking your feet, but the grip around you tightens.
âFuckin- Knock it off!â He growls, pressing what you can only guess is your carving knife painfully against your throat and Grimes lets out a guttural sounding bark before lunging, only to yelp when a foot shoves him back, and you thrash harder, attempting to nip at this manâs hand.
âStop you little fuckin-SHIT!â He bellows as your teeth sink into his palm, not releasing until you taste his blood splash over your teeth, and then youâre on the ground.
âLittle bitch!â
âDonât touch my fucking animals.â You spit, turning to stare up at the intruder, just to be met with a ski mask and cold eyes. You canât help but freeze, the carving knife glinting in the low light of the barn.
Heâs quick, and you try to stumble to your feet, but you're once more in his grasp. You go for a punch, but he catches your wrist easily, pinning your arm behind your back with one hand and yanking your forward with the other, pinning you against him, and the knife is at your throat again.
âLetâs try this again.â He says between clenched teeth, tightening his grip till you whimper.
âGhost. Lighten up.â A voice pipes up, raspy and stern with a commanding tone. The masked man, Ghost, rolls his eyes, but loosens the hold he has on your wrist.
âWho else lives here?â He questions, and it feels as though a bucket of cold water has been dumped over you.
âNo oneâŠâ You whisper, squeezing your eyes shut when his grip tightens once more. âDonât bullshit us. Who else lives on this land with you?!â Heâs in your face, making you open your eyes, tears blurring your vision.
âItâs just me I swear!â You sob, feeling the tip of the knife digging into your skin. âI swear to god itâs just me, you can go check the house-â
The pressure of the knife is gone, and the shock of your bare knees hitting the barn floors barely phases you as Dixon and Grimes dart to your side, whining softly as they nudge your hands with their heads.
âThink sheâs telling the truth?â A new voice speaks up, a thick Scottish accent ringing in your ears as you try to put distance between you and the four, you are finally able to count, men standing in the middle of your barn.
âExplains the massive mutts.â Ghost grunts, glancing at the four mastiffs, who you push behind you, shielding them, trying not to let your fear show more than it already has.
âThey arenât mutts.â You hiss, Judy nuzzling her giant head into your back as you shuffle them back, away from these men.
You hold your head high, but your lip canât help but tremble when all their eyes turn to you.
âYou sure thereâs no one else in that great big house?â The older man with scruffy facial hair asks with a tilt of his head, and a spark of agitation flares in your chest. Why did they want to know so badly? if they were going toâŠ
If they were going to kill you, surely they would have done it by now, right?
âI swear on my life.â You plead, voice cracking. Youâre horrified when you realize your nightgown has been soaked through this whole time, noticing the way the one with the mohawk, the Scot, keeps eyeing your bosom. You look away, cheeks burning as fresh tears prick your eyes.
âSoap, Gaz. You two go check the house. Report back to me, I want a moment with her.â The unnamed man ordered.
Mohawk and a dark skinned man nodded, heading out of the barn. Ghost passes one of them the carving knife, and your fist curl in your lap.
âWhat do I do Price?â Ghost asks, and the man, Price, waves a hand, eyes trained on you. âSearch the surrounding area, look for anyone hiding on the property.â
âUnderstood.â
And then you were alone. The barn has settled, most of your animals having made their way to the farthest wall behind you. He approaches you slowly, cautiously eyeing Dixon who raises up, baring his teeth, but you click your tongue, and he steps back immediately, sitting at your side like a statue as the others guard the flock.
You feel a puff of air breath against your head, and you canât help the wet laugh that bubbles out when you realize Sebastian is standing guard over you.
âSeems youâve got yourself quite the protection.â
He muses, eyes bouncing between the animals.
âThey were abandoned when I found this place.â You confess, a slight tremble to your voice as you watch Price crouch in front of you. Heâs quiet for a moment, eyes flickering over your form and you wrap your arms around your middle.
âIf my men are walking into a trap, whoever is there will be killed.â He says simply, tone almost bored and you feel your face pale.
âTheyâre not! This is my land! Mine!â You insist, frustrated tears falling freely as you flex your fingers, muscles tense.
âTiny little bird like you, all by herself?â Ghost scoffs as he returns, and you feel your ears burn.
âWhat did you find?â Price asks him over his shoulders.
âCan hardly see shit in this rain but I found no one. Thereâs a truck around back but the engine seems shot.â He shrugs, eyes peering at you through that ski mask and you avert your gaze.
The doors open against, the other two rushing in, soaked to the bone.
âThe house is clear sir. Only one room looks lived in, two guest rooms down the hall on the upper level and a small library on the ground level. Gaz found a shotgun by the front door.â The Scot, Soap, you gather, reports back to Price.
âI told you. Itâs just me out here.â You mutter, and this time Ghost is crouching in front of you, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him.
âYou hiding from something little bird?â He asks, cocking his head to the side
âYouâre the ones breaking into my barn and scaring my animals!â You snap, trying to get out of his grip, but he only holds tighter.
âYouâre a little fighter arenât you?â You see his eyes crinkle, and you're shocked this man even knows how to smile under that mask.
He releases you, standing up and stepping back to stand with the other three men, who still loom over you. You feel like a lamb being sent to the slaughter house, and you bury one of your hands in Dixonâs thick fur to ground yourself.
âPlease-â You start, voice shaking, and you feel a tear slip down your cheek.
âI donât have much, thereâs maybe three thousand dollars in the safe in my closet. Iâll give you the code justâŠâ Your voice trails off, a sob slipping past your lips and Dixon whines, low and sad as he places his giant head in your lap.
âPlease donât hurt us. D-donât hurt my animals- I wonât even call the cops, it would take the nearest deputy three hours to even reach my house.â You beg, exhaustion and nerves taking over as your shoulders slump, trembling with your quiet sobs.
You see Priceâs boots approach you, and he tilts your chin up, and you flinch when he brushes a tear away with his thumb.
âStop all these tears pretty. We donât want to hurt you or your little farm.â He coos down at you. Confusion swirls in your head, making you dizzy as another sob canât help but slip out, Price cupping your cheeks, shushing you softly as he wipes your cheeks.
âI donât understandâŠâ You whisper, searching this strange, terrifying manâs face for any sign of deceit, but he just grins at you.
âYou told us the truth. Very good.â It sounds almost like praise the way he whispers it to you, and you whimper, shame filling your stomach. You look away from him, taking a shuddering breath as you struggle to compose yourself.
âLetâs get you back inside hm? Canât have you catching a cold.â He tsks, and before you can argue, youâre being lifted into his arms, tucked against his chest. You try to struggle, but the adrenaline has worn off, confusion left in its wake as these strange men usher the herd into their correct pens, Soap barley escaping one of the Roosters pecking at him in defiance, before pausing.
âI donât think I want to mess with this guy.â Gaz mutters, the three of them staring at Sebastian, who stares back, as though daring them to try and corral him.
âHe.. Heâll go back in his stall once itâs quiet⊠You scared themâŠâ You mutter, tired as you give in, resting your head against the strong chest youâre pressed against, and you feel Priceâs grip tighten.
âYouâre freezing sweetheart, letâs get you out of these wet clothes.â He murmers, and your heart skips.
âI can do that myself.â You hiss, staring up at him with narrowed eyes, despite the fact you can feel your cheeks burning.
