No one requested this, just ate some pocky and the idea came to mind.
(Navia) "Oh? Sounds fun, let's try it!"
Navia cheekily grabs the pocky and puts it in her mouth, extending the stick towards her S/O expectantly.
One of the rules of the game that intrigued her was that you weren't allowed to look away from your partner.
Something Navia has no problem with, as she stares into their eyes.
Her lips form into a smile with each nibble, before she ends up grabbing S/O's face and kissing them anyway once the stick becomes short enough.
(Navia) "Huh? We lost? Hm...Well, we can always just try again!~"
Lynette questions why this game exists.
Why was eating chocolate a game? Isn't it just better to eat the pocky directly?
Well, whatever. If S/O wanted to try it, she can at least give it a shot.
Lynette fidgets a little as they make direct eye contact with each other, slowly taking away a piece of the pocky with each bite.
Right before their lips make contact, she pulls away, a little proud at the short length of the cookie.
(Lynette) "Hm. We did a pretty good job, considering."
She gives a slight smirk to them before resuming her important task at hand: spacing out and mindlessly munching on some cookies the proper way.
Eula's eyes widen slightly before she makes a "hmph!"
(Eula) "As if a simple game like this would be enough to make me falter."
Spoilers: It was.
Eula's cheeks are a crimson hue the entire time, her eyes constantly looking everywhere except S/O.
And already failing the game.
(Eula) "Just, give me a moment to compose myself! The chocolate has a strange taste is all..."
Her heart is beating fast the entire time as their lips grow closer.
It doesn't matter if they were already a couple or if they already kissed, Eula would still be extremely flustered.
(Lisa) "Hm, I think I like the sound of this game."
Lisa has no trouble at all putting the chocolate end into her mouth, waiting for S/O.
Instead of taking nibbles, she takes a massive bite, already being a few inches from their lips.
Still keeping eye contact, she gives them a wink, making S/O falter before she simply bites down completely and breaks the pocky.
(Lisa) "Oh, looks like I lost. Here, grab another one, I want a rematch.~"
It's clear that she does so on purpose, just simply enjoying S/O's reactions. Part of her wants to kiss them directly, but where's the fun in that?
This game made things a lot more fun!
Plus, it was a pretty cute idea.
(AN-94) "There is a game with candy?...I will attempt it for you."
94 is confused, but goes along with S/O's request.
She puts the pocky into her mouth and doesn't even blink as she stares into S/O, calculating how many bites it would take to not make contact with their lips.
94 doesn't react until S/O kisses her, making her eyes widen in surprise.
Not that she hated the sweets or S/O kissing her, but she tilted her head in confusion at their reaction.
(AN-94) "May I ask what the purpose of this game is?...It is for lovers to bond?...Then, I request that we continue playing."
AK-12's eyes remain close, but her eyebrows perk up in curiousity.
(AK-12) "Sure, we can play. I'll take the chocolate end."
She waits until S/O grabs the other end with their lips.
Her eyes finally open as her pink glowing eyes stare directly into them, smile still present and making them pause.
Before she just grabs the pocky with her hand and just kisses S/O full on the lips.
(AK-12) "Mmm~, tastes sweet. Oh, right, I failed the game. Let's try it again."
She would "accidentally" fail a couple more times just to see what kind of reactions S/O made.
WA's normal frown completely vanishes the moment S/O brought up the pocky game to her.
Instead, replaced with a surprised and embarassed expression.
(WA2000) "Wha-Why do you not just eat the cookies normally, are you a child or something!?"
WA begrudgingly (not really) accepts S/O's proposal to play the game and is shutting her eyes, before hearing their laughter.
(WA2000) "I'm not supposed to close my eyes? What does it matter, we're still eating the damn thing!"
The entire time, WA2000 is trying her best to look angry and unaffected, but is failing miserably.
After a few kisses, WA just sighs when she sees S/O's happy expression.
(WA2000) "...Yeah, the pocky tasted fine, now wipe that stupid smirk off your face..."
(SPAS-12) "OH! I love pocky!"
SPAS happily starts munching on the cookies before S/O stops her and tells her about the game.
(SPAS-12) "You wanna use this for a game? Oooooh, okay! That explains why there's a lot of boxes!"
Truthfully, S/O bought multiple boxes because they knew SPAS would just start eating without listening first. They were more for emergencies.
Regardless, SPAS gets a little flustered as she stares directly at S/O, and takes massive bites because she gets distracted by the taste of the pocky.
(SPAS) "Mmmm, chocolatey!...Huh?! I lost?! T-Try me again, I won't lose!"
She loses every single time. Her love for food seals her fate every single time.
(Helianthus) "Pocky game? Do I really seem that young to you...?"
Before S/O could retract their pocky, Helian immediately starts backtracking.
(Helianthus) "H-HANG ON! I DIDN'T SAY I WOULDN'T PLAY!"
If anything, Helain is flattered that S/O wanted to play this game with her, despite her usual stoic demeanor.
Helian has a hard time keeping eye contact, but tries to tough it out.
She fails at not having their lips connect, but it's not a failure she exactly minds.
Helian gets carried away in the moment, forgetting the original purpose of the game and instead just focuses on kissing her S/O.
Before tasting the chocolate in their mouth and quickly leaning back.
(Helianthus) A-AHEM! "I...suppose we failed the challenge..."
Before S/O could even finish proposing the idea to Elphelt-
(Elphelt) "YES! Gimme that pocky!"
With zero hesitation she immediately puts the pocky in her lips, excitedly leaning into S/O with bright eyes.
She kicks the challenge up a notch, by having her hands latch onto S/O's, giggling all the while as she took each bite and savoring the bite and sight.
Elphelt fails the challenge in multiple ways, mostly just by how giddy she is during it.
Accidentally biting too hard, kissing S/O, letting go of the cookie, each result makes her pout and slightly blush.
(Elphelt) "Wha-OH COME ON! I didn't even bite that hard! Hand me another one!"
Elphelt loves playing this pocky game with S/O.
She always had these cookies around due to her love for sweets, but this was the first time they've been used for something this fun!
(Elphelt) "Another one!...We're out? Alright, fine! Lemme grab another box and we can try this again later, I will win!"
S/O at the end of each session has a lot of lipstick, chocolate, and cookie crumbs on their lips.
Alternative Title: Sabrina is a badass/dork for around 1k words.
No one requested this, just thought this would be funny to write and to give our gal the content she deserves. Inspired by her Mod-1 story.
Also a friendly reminder because I forget about this fact all the time, our lovable and cute T-dolls are terminators. So do NOT anger them.
(Kalina's Voice) "S/O. SPAS-12, do you copy?"
S/O reached for their phone and put it up to their ear, though it was simply to keep up appearances. Both them and SPAS-12 were currently dressed as civilians, a couple going out together at a nearby café and blending into the city.
The area they were in seemed unaffected by the previous war and quite lovely, if it weren't for the fact they were hunting down a weapons dealer that one of Griffin's clients couldn't tolerate.
S/O was doing their best not to look suspicious, their eyes hidden by a pair of shades as they carefully watched the road next to them, with SPAS-12 happily snacking on a cookie as they waited.
(SPAS-12) "Mmm! S/O, you have to try this!-"
...Doing their best to ignore that, S/O responded to their superior.
(S/O) "Loud and clear."
SPAS-12 pouted at being ignored, before S/O gently nudged her leg with their foot, avoiding the shopping bag that contained their helmet and motioning with their head to the left and catching her attention.
In an instant, her expression became serious, adjusting the large suitcase that contained her shield and shotgun behind her...All the while nibbling on the cookie she was trying to give to S/O.
(Kalina's Voice) "The target's vehicle should be approaching your street now. Do you have visuals?"
(S/O) "Confirmed. Black sports car parking outside an alley...Bold of them to try this deal in broad daylight."
(SPAS-12) "The alley leads into an apartment complex, if I remember this street right."
(Commander's Voice) "Client would prefer the target alive, but if you have no choice, lethal force is authorized."
(S/O) "Understood, S/O out."
Hanging up the phone, S/O got up from their seat while grabbing their bag, motioning for SPAS-12 to follow. Normally, this operation would have just been performed by Griffin T-Dolls to lower risk of casualties, but a human presence was required. The dealer only talked to humans, and they unsurprisingly had a device able to tell if someone was or not. Apparently, it stemmed from a hatred of T-Dolls, but S/O couldn't care less about that.
And evidently, neither could SPAS-12.
(SPAS-12) "I put yours in a to-go bag! We can have some on the way home!"
(S/O) "Sweetie, we have got to get your mind focused on the mission. I promise to eat my share if you-"
As they were approaching the alley, suddenly SPAS-12's eyes focused ahead, raising her arm instantly and stopping S/O in their tracks. S/O was startled by her speed, not even getting a chance to blink before she effortlessly swung her suitcase forward in front of her, SPAS-12's serious expression not flinching for a second.
(S/O) "-...C-Concentrate."
(SPAS-12) "I detect drones powering up. I think they know we're coming."
S/O took a deep breath, reaching into their jacket for their pistol, though still concealing it as they were out in public.
(S/O) "Well, so much of a human aid being required...How'd they know?-"
(SPAS-12) "Commander. Looks like our position is compromised and a firefight is inevitable, there is a high chance it might spill out into the street, though we will attempt to mitigate collateral."
A brief moment of silence passed, before the Commander responded.
(Commander) "Acknowledged. Proceed."
SPAS-12 took a deep breath, turning to her S/O.
(SPAS-12) "Stay behind me, and watch our back. I doubt their weapons could effectively harm me, but they might go for you instead. Got your helmet?"
S/O stood behind SPAS-12 and reached into the bag, the wrappers concealing it ruffling as they grabbed the underside of it.
(S/O) "Yeah, ready when you are."
(SPAS-12) "Then, like we practiced! You still remember the rhythm?"
(S/O) "...S-SPAS? Do we have to play the song too?-"
She nodded, being completely serious.
(SPAS-12) "It will disorient them, as well as help remember our training. You trust me, don't you?"
SPAS-12 turned back to S/O giving them a gentle smile, one that they could never say no to.
(S/O) "...I do."
Finally approaching the alley, the suitcase clicked open as she grabbed her weapon, the shield attaching itself to her almost telepathically as it whirred into position, directly in front of S/O as she strode into the open.
Immediately, gunfire burst from the windows, shattering glass as bullets harmlessly ricocheted off her frame, not even causing her hair to fray. Meanwhile, S/O grit their teeth as bullets rattled the shield, both of them running away from the direction of the street to avoid anyone getting hurt.
(SPAS-12) "Beginning breach! Hitting it!-"
A song began playing, the beat instantly sounding familiar as the lyrics rang out and echoed down the alley.
It's a piece of cake to bake a pretty cake!
THUD!
SPAS-12 kicked the door, with it flying off its hinge and pulverizing a combat droid standing behind it.
If the way is hazy-
BLAM! BLAM!
SPAS-12 fired her shotgun twice, bisecting one droid from the close range while the other had its upper half vaporize into smaller scrap. By the time the dhe door slammed into the wall, breaking the concrete as the shield faced behind her, SPAS-12 moved to the right while S/O faced the left.
You gotta do the cooking by the book!
BANG!
S/O pulled the trigger as soon as the song finished the line, blasting off the head of another droid rounding the corner, before hiding behind the shield again.
You know you can't be lazy!
Before the next line of the song played, they switched positions effortlessly, with SPAS-12 now suddenly aiming her gun down a hallway where even more droids poured in.
Never use a messy recipe-
TheBLAM!CakeBLAM!willBLAM!endBLAM!upBLAM!crazy!
SPAS-12's shots caused the room to flash several times as robotic limbs were sent flying across the room, furniture and paper getting decimated in the process as she kept her attention on both the scanner and the song.
If you do the cooking by the book,
S/O's hand tapped behind her shoulder, motioning the group forward as her shield still hovered behind her, S/O using it as mobile cover as they neared the stairs of the apartment, leaving the mess of a lobby behind.
Then you'll have a cake! BANG!BLAM!
On the last word, SPAS-12 and S/O took out the bodyguard droids of the dealer, with their enemies slumping to the ground shooting out small electrical sparks as the dealer had his back against the wall.
The couple aimed their guns at the dealer, with the shield slightly lowering.
Prompting the dealer to immediately pull out his gun and aim for S/O's feet, the shield instantly correcting itself to stand upright and block any and all shots hitting them. S/O nodded and turned back to the stairs, waiting for any potential enemies as SPAS-12 glared at him.
The dealer then immediately shot SPAS-12, the bullet of his gun bouncing off her head, now making her eye twitch.
(SPAS-12) "Well, look at that. I have authorization to fire on a human, but I have to reload. Lucky you. That means I have to do what comes next with my bare hands."
...
The Commander and Kalina could hear for a brief moment the sounds of the dealer swearing, before a violent crash deafened the comms. Shortly after, SPAS spoke again.
(SPAS-12) "Target subdued, Commander. Moving to extract, no casualties."
(Commander) "Understood. Your ride is coming shortly. See you back at base."
Communications turned off with the Commander chuckling to himself in amusement, his second in command shivering next to him.
(Kalina) "Yeesh! Imagine if they had shot her food too."
(Commander) "I don't think there'd be anything left of the poor bastard. Anyways, once they drop off the target, send the Black Hawk to the coordinates."
...
SPAS-12 and S/O sat together as the Black Hawk was flying back to base, the two of them eating the cookie she had saved.
(SPAS-12) "See? Isn't it good?!"
S/O laughed at the sight as her face melted into delight, savoring the chocolate in the cookie. As if they hadn't seen that same face almost end a man's life right in front of them only a few hours ago. Wiping the crumbs off their lips, they leaned into her.
(S/O) "Yeah, yeah. I'll admit it's pretty good."
(SPAS-12) "I got enough to last us for the rest of the week, just make sure we share, okay?"
(S/O) "SPAS, you're the one who usually eats more than your half...W-Wait a second, how much of the money I gave you did you spend on the cookies? How much were they a piece?!"
Pick your favorite robo girls/Angelina! I’d love to see an imagine of them reacting to their S/O falling asleep on the transport back home, and what they do from there.
I can see the more… caring? Motherly? Girls picking their S/O up like a child who fell asleep in the car and bring them in, lul.
(GFL) S/O falling asleep on the way back
RO635, ST-AR 15, M4 SOPMOD II, AK-15, RPK-16, Angelia, HK416, G11, SPAS-12, WA2000, Gager, Hunter, Architect, and Scarecrow
Not as much as my favorites, but the gals who need more love this time around! Might do more if asked again for the others.
RO felt her core start to heat up when S/O leaned into her shoulder, clearly exhausted from the operation.
S/O and some other human personnel were required to go out, and Anti-Rain had successfully escorted them, thankfully being an uneventful patrol.
Regardless, they humans were required to do lots of repairs and physical labor to get it working and most were tired like S/O.
Though she was embarrassed since S/O was getting too comfortable in front of her squad, RO still smiled and gently put one hand on their head.
Her good mood quickly vanished when she saw M16, her eyebrows going up and down with a smirk growing. RO frowned at her squadmate, her voice barely going above a whisper as to not wake S/O up.
(RO635) "Wipe that smirk off!"
(M16A1) "What, you gonna make me with S/O on your lap?"
STAR started to fidget when S/O's weight started to increase on her shoulder, not really knowing what to do.
Should she wake them up? But then again they looked so...peaceful.
A small smile forming, she instead just holds their hand but remains awake and quiet, waiting for the Black Hawk to get back to base.
(ST AR-15) "You look cute when you're sleeping."
STAR quietly commented to herself, making her own head lean onto them, but not feeling too tired. She wouldn't rest just yet.
At least not until they were back in their own dorm.
SOPMOD pouts when she realizes S/O fell asleep when she was in the middle of talking.
She was just about to show them some really cool souvenirs she found on the field too!
Sighing a little too loudly, SOPMOD's head bangs against the Black Hawk as her lips flutter in bordeom.
Now she had to wait until they woke up, which was gonna be HOURS from now!
(M4 SOPMOD II) "Hmph! Fine, I guess I'll wait..."
15 knew S/O was fatigued the moment they got onto the Black Hawk.
15 didn't blame them, even she was feeling a bit drained, and she didn't even need to sleep.
Her voice is quiet enough for only S/O to hear, but she knew they weren't awake.
(AK-15) "Good work today, S/O."
With one hand gently brushing against theirs, she makes sure they're fastened in their seat so they won't lean out.
After doing so, she quickly enters into a sleeping mode herself, joining S/O in getting some peace and quiet.
(RPK-16) "Aw, how cute."
16 chuckles when she sees S/O sleeping next to her.
Well, at least they were comfortable enough to do so around her and DEFY.
That, or they were too exhausted to care, which was fair enough.
Part of her wants to poke them awake or tease them, but decides to do that later.
They at least earned a little bit of a break, but she certainly wasn't going to wake them up when they got back. She wanted to see AK-15 or AN-94 do that.
Angelia had gone out into the field, accompanied by S/O.
She rarely needs to follow her own squad out, but since this specific patrol required a human, it'd better for her to do so than the Commander.
But it was annoyingly long and uneventful.
So when S/O fell asleep, she didn't chastise them for it.
What she did mind was the fact their head found its way onto her shoulder, making her sigh.
(Angelia) "Couldn't even wait 'till we got back home, could you?"
She was going to have words with S/O for doing this in front of DEFY.
416 rolls her eyes and groans when S/O is asleep.
She moves to wake them up, but stops at the last second as her hand grabs their arms.
Blushing slightly, she saw just how at ease S/O was. Doubly so when they were sitting closer to her than needed.
(UMP9) "Aw, how cute!-"
(HK416) "Shut your trap, not a word."
(G11) "...How come you let them sleep-"
(HK416) "Because S/O doesn't sleep nearly 24/7."
(UMP45) "Psh, talk about boyfriend/girlfriend privelege.-"
(HK416) "Quiet you little shits."
G11 is not far behind in joining S/O in sleeping.
(G11) "Hm...comfy."
She quickly falls asleep herself, resting on S/O's lap, leaving no one in 404 surprised.
HK416 moved to yank her off S/O, but UMP45 stopped her.
(UMP45) "Let the love birds be, HK. They've earned the rest."
(HK416) "My ass. G11 is always asleep."
SPAS panics a little when S/O starts leaning towards her as they're asleep.
She frantically moves her equipment out the way so S/O's head didn't collide into armor plates.
Barely getting it out of the way in time, she breathes a sigh of relief when S/O is resting comfortably on her chest.
...Wait, her chest?
Now she's panicking for a very different reason, all the while trying to stay quiet for their sake.
WA mumbles something under her breath about S/O being a blockhead, but not loud enough to wake them.
Instead, she just blushes and continues her line of "insults" in her head, wrapping both arms around S/O's and holding them close.
(WA2000) ...Idiot. You should have gotten better rest.
It was only the two of them in the Black Hawk since this was just an excursion into Griffin Territory, which she didn't mind letting her guard down a bit more than usual.
Something she quickly regretted when the doors opened and Kalina, the Commander, and G36 all saw her asleep with S/O.
Gager didn't know how to feel, seeing S/O asleep on her shoulder.
On one hand, it made her proud that they felt that safe around her. Of course they'd feel safe, she was superior to any Griffin Doll.
But at the same time, were they an idiot? Here was a former enemy, and they were literally just on her, without a care in the world.
Gager's fingers intertwine with S/O's thinking to herself.
(Gager) I wonder...what do you see in me?
Hunter quietly chuckles to herself, slightly tilting S/O's head off her gently.
She was a T-Doll, they really shouldn't be sleeping on them. Plus if something were to happen, Hunter would be ready to spring into action.
She couldn't do that if her lover was occupying half her space.
(Hunter) "Hm, maybe later, S/O."
She at the very least makes sure they're comfortable on the ride back, thoughtfully glancing at their sleeping expression with a soft smile.
Architect groans at S/O falling asleep, knowing she'd have no one to talk to on the way back.
...Granted, the other Coalition Forces with her were there, but they could only make beep-boop noises, or speak binary.
Sure she could translate that instantly, but that was too much work!
(Architect) "Come ooooon, we still got another hour! It's too quiet without you speaking!"
She shakes them awake, though being careful enough not to hurt them.
Scarecrow's eyes shift to the right, seeing S/O fall asleep.
She simply hums audibly as she doesn't move an inch, much like her namesake, remaining still.
Were humans always this trusting of former enemies?
Whatever, it made no difference to her.
...Is what she told herself, yet her "emotions" from the Protocol Assimilation were going haywire, unsure if she would wake them or leave them be.
(Scarecrow) "You remain constantly to be illogical, S/O..."
Ok all of a sudden I have like 20 different ideas so, sorry woopsies if this is a double ask or spam or something. I will do my best to rein myself in khehe.
moving right along..
So... Heartbeats go br. Unless they don't. Wooould you mind me asking for M4A1, M16A1, AK-12, UMP45, Springfield and SPAS with someone who wants to listen to their machinery for comfort? Seems really sweet to me. If that's too many by the way you can drop 45 and/or Springfield (although saying it like the feels kinda mean...)
and also I have got to learn these characters nicknames, these names are way too tricky.
(GFL) M4A1, M16A1, AK-12, UMP45, Springfield, and SPAS-12's S/O wanting to listen to their "heartbeat"
Nah you're good, that's why my askbox is always open. I don't care if they're from the same two folks, if it's a good idea, I write it!
And I guess remembering their names for me is easy since I've played Call of Duty for as long as I've been alive, so I just have these weapon names burned into my brain for the rest of my life.
M4 gives a shy smile before letting S/O rest their head onto her chest.
She supposed it was only fair. After all, a lot of the times she liked hearing their heartbeat, S/O should be able to do the same.
M4 has a hand on S/O's face, gently caressing their cheek as she enjoys the intimacy.
(M4A1) "...How is it?"
(S/O) "A...little weird, to be honest. It's not so much of a heartbeat as it is just a faint whirring noise. But...it's comforting."
She giggled cutely at their honesty, her mouth instinctively going to cover her mouth as she did so.
Even though M4 wasn't human, she sure acted like one.
(M4A1) "I'm glad."
M4 held S/O's waist and let their head sink in deeper into her chest, hugging them tighter and closing her eyes.
M16 is extremely flustered, one finger pulling at her collars as her eye averted making direct contact with S/O.
(M16A1) "Uh...S-Sure, go 'head."
M16 feels S/O weight lean into her as their head gently stopped on her chest.
She looked down and saw S/O with their eyes closed, listening contently as their smile slowly grew.
(S/O) "I...think I hear your systems heating up faster. Heh, are you embarrassed?"
(M16A1) "C-Course not! It takes a lot more than that to make me nervous!"
M16 puffed out her chest confidently, though the fact she began blushing betrayed her true emotions.
After a couple seconds of S/O not responding, she sighs and begins pouting.
(M16A1) "...A-Alright, how long are you staying like that?"
(S/O) "I don't know, how many times did you lay on me?~"
M16 mumbled something under her breath but eventually relaxed.
Truthfully, she adored how close S/O was, but she'd be damned if she was going to admit it first.
(AK-12) "By all means, go ahead."
12 patted her chest with her hand, inviting S/O in.
She hummed once S/O put her head onto her, staying unnaturally still despite how human she appeared to be.
(AK-12) "If I didn't know any better, I'd just say you were looking for an excuse to just examine me up close.~"
(S/O) "My head isn't in the gutter, 12."
12 giggled at their response, her hand finally resting on S/O's.
(AK-12) "I know. I just wanted to see your reaction."
As much as she did want to tease S/O more, she decided to let them have this for a few moments longer.
It wasn't often they got to be this intimate after all.
And with the missions she undertook, who knows how many times she could get to do this.
Trailing off that line of thought, 12 instead decided to peek at S/O, one of her eyes slightly opening.
Commiting the sight to memory, she closed it again and just leaned back.
(UMP45) "Make a joke about my chest and I'll kill you."
(S/O) "Did I say anything?"
(UMP45) "I'm just saying-"
(S/O) "I didn't say anything!"
45 sighed but couldn't hold back a chuckle, laying down for S/O to properly rest their head on her.
She was not used to this kind of intimacy, or any kind really.
Having someone this close to her was completely alien. She remained stiff before S/O cuddled closer, finally letting her relax even the slightest amount.
(UMP45) "It doesn't feel weird?"
(S/O) "...Kinda, but not in the way you're thinking. Instead of a thumping, I just hear...a fan going on? I'm not sure what it is."
UMP45 laughed at their confused reaction, both hands resting on S/O's shoulders.
(UMP45) "Because you're on a robot, dummy."
(S/O) "Hm...Wrong. I'm on someone I love."
She rolled her eyes but smiled at that.
(UMP45) "When did you get so smooth?"
(S/O) "Learned it from a certain girl who has a sharp tongue."
(UMP45) "Mm...Wonder who that could be."
Springfield instantly accepts S/O's request, no hesitation.
(Springfield) "Come here!"
Springfield takes S/O into a gentle embrace as their head rests on her rather large chest.
Her hand strokes their hair as she's fighting back the urge to just hug S/O tight altogether.
(Springfield) "Are you comfortable, dear?"
(S/O) "Quite."
Springfield lets out a small giggle as she relaxes into S/O herself.
(Springfield) "I might not be as comforting as a human, but I hope you like it all the same."
(S/O) "You make me feel loved more than any human could, Springfield."
She doesn't fight back the smile overtaking the corners of her lips.
Springfield leans further into S/O's head, one hand resting in their hair as the other sits by her lap.
(SPAS-12) "S-Sure, I don't mind!"
SPAS is a little flustered at having S/O in close proximity, but she doesn't take long to relax.
S/O is able to rest their head on her chest no problem, as SPAS's fingers fidget, unsure if they were uncomfortable.
(SPAS-12) "Um...it doesn't feel weird, does it?"
(S/O) "It's actually really comfortable here."
(SPAS-12) "I mean my heartbeat!"
SPAS blurts out quickly, turning slightly red.
(S/O) "O-Oh! Right!...Honestly, It's a bit strange, but it doesn't feel bad to hear."
(SPAS-12) "Strange?"
(S/O) "It's not like my heartbeat but...it's still comforting. Getting to hear you be...alive...Sorry, this must make no sense."
SPAS smiles and hugs S/O tightly, making sure to not threaten the stability of their bones.
(SPAS-12) "I...think I get it."
SPAS adjusts herself slightly so that they can rest their head even more comfortably on her chest.
...At least it wasn't her stomach they were asking to rest on.
(GFL) M16A1, SPAS-12, UMP-45, AN-94, AK-15 and G36's S/O falling asleep on them
No one requested this, your boi boughtta pass out and I wish to do so in the big strong arms of a T-Doll who can kill me.
...Maybe I should sleep after this.
M1 was talking about her day as she and S/O were cuddling on the bed.
Though, cuddling was a bit of a generous term. She just had her arm around them, with her other one holding a bottle of nearly empty whiskey.
(M16A1) "And then SOPMOD found a parrot, and to be honest, where the hell does the Commander even find these animals? We're in the arctic, it's not like-"
She cut herself off as she felt their head on her shoulders, her one eye gazing down.
They had such a peaceful expression, which made M1's metaphorical heart melt.
(M16A1) "...Heh, cute."
She gave them a kiss on their head before quietly putting away her bottle and letting them get comfortable.
M1 wrapped her jacket around them before snuggling in herself, getting to enjoy this intimate moment.
(M16A1) "...Oh shit, I don't smell like booze do I?"
She thought to herself, now laying awkwardly with S/O, until they wrapped an arm and leg around her waist and rested their head on her chest.
The smile came back to her lips as she closed her eyes.
(M16A1) "...Guess not."
SPAS and S/O were watching some kind of cooking program on the TV.
Her digital brain began having an equivalent to an aneryusm, seeing how awfully prepared the dishes were as she put potato chips into frowning mouth.
(SPAS-12) "Of course you got disqualified! How can you expect to move on with a dish looking like that?!"
She turned to S/O to voice her frustration more, before her voice trailed off as she realized their head was on her lap.
SPAS had gotten so into the show she hadn't noticed. She couldn't help but giggle at the sight, gently brushing their hair out their eyes.
She moved the blanket over them and lowered the volume on the television, watching intently and commentating internally, all the while snacking and making sure crumbs weren't falling on them.
Most importantly, she made sure she was holding S/O's hand the entire time.
45 and S/O were resting in Squad 404's dorm. Right now, UMP9, G11, and HK416 were out of the room, leaving the two to rest by themselves for a change.
She was busy regaling S/O of their last mission, before she stopped talking and sighed, the smile on her lips still present.
(UMP45) "...Liar, you told me you weren't tired."
She had half a mind to pinch their cheek, but decided against it. They were tired, and to be honest, so was she.
Resting her head into their neck, she simply sighed.
One day, she'd be able to do this without worrying about having to go fight again. Her and the rest of 404.
(UMP45) "Someday...But, for now, I'm okay with this."
She kissed them on the lips without waking them up and quickly fell asleep on top of them.
Before both their rest were interrupted by HK416 calling them lovebirds, UMP9 awww'ing over the sight.
G11 fell asleep the moment she went onto the bed, ignoring their banter entirely.
94 opted not to say anything, instead noticing how tired S/O was.
She didn't know what to do for this situation. Was it right to move them to the bed?
More than likely, but she didn't want them to be alone either.
She slowly picked them up and effortlessly carried them to the bed, tucking them in.
(AN-94) "...Hm, there is no other bed. Perhaps I can-"
She felt their sleeping hand reach for hers weakly.
94 blinked twice in confusion, before staring at S/O and her eyes changing colors.
...S/O was definitely still asleep. Did they do that unconsciously?
(AN-94) "...Very well."
She went underneath the sheets with them, letting S/O hold her.
(AN-94) "Am I doing this cuddle, correctly?"
Feeling their arms around her felt...pleasant, that much she could tell.
Hugging S/O made her feel more at ease. She wasn't exactly sure why, but she didn't question it.
15 and S/O rested in comfortable silence.
15 herself was in sleep mode and didn't register anything happening outside. Only when her body tilted did she reactivate and notice S/O's head on her shoulder.
(AK-15) "S/O, are you awake?"
No response.
AK-15 said nothing and went to move them to their bed, but their arms slowly shifting up and reaching for hers made her stop.
No, they were still asleep. Was this just a human thing?
AK-15 couldn't help but feel a bit strange. What was this feeling?
Recalling RPK-16's words to at least try thinking more outside of combat, she decided to wrap her arms strongly around S/O.
It definitely didn't feel uncomfortable. And in case if S/O needed help, she' be right there too.
Yes, this position would suffice.
Going back into sleep mode, her head slumped over onto the couch, slowly laying down while holding them.
From the outside view, S/O was asleep on top AK-15, her arms wrapped around them and keeping them in place.
It does not escape G36's attention that S/O had fallen asleep.
As much as she'd like to rest with S/O, there were still some chores needed to be done.
Thankfully, she'd be done within the hour to make sure they were resting with a loved one.
She elegantly picks them up and tucks them into bed with one fluid motion, with barely a sound made.
With a nod, she quickly departs to do her chores, and when she returns, it was as if no time passed at all, the blanket S/O was under slowly moving up and down.
Changing into her sleeping attire, she slept right in front of them, a small hum escaping her lips.
Whenever she sang, it always out of earshot of any being that could hear her.
But for right now? S/O was sound asleep, but perhaps they'd sleep better with a soft song.
It was something G36 didn't mind to try as her hand rested above theirs, humming before quickly sleeping herself.
Let’s get more S/Os getting there pelvis crushed during seggs
Featuring wa2000, Springfield, Spas-12, M4a1, Ar-15 and m-16
(GFL) WA2000, Springfield, SPAS-12, M4A1, ST AR-15, and M16A1's S/O's pelvis getting crushed
POV: You told the Commander the reason for your injury
Also should go without saying but,
NSF-W BELOW THE CUT!
WA is about ready to explode from the sheer embarrassment and anger she felt.
She was a weapon, damn it! Of course this would be a terrible idea!
WA almost bursts into tears apologizing before S/O comforts her.
(WA2000) "I-I'm so sorry. I should've known that-"
(S/O) "H-Hey...It's okay. I...think it was worth it."
...
(WA2000) "A BROKEN PELVIS ISN'T WORTH IT YOU DUMMKOPF!"
She does not report this...incident to the Commander, instead just bringing S/O to Medical, saying that it was just a work accident after helping move something.
(WA2000) "M-My face is red? Hmph, that's because I had to drag this idiot all the way down here. Just help them get better....Please."
The Commander still finds out when one of the T-Dolls on base connects the dots.
Springfield immediately helps S/O out by easing the pain with a medical kit, looking genuinely sorry.
(Springfield) "My apologies, S/O...I think I got carried away..."
(S/O) "O-Ow...y-yeah, I think I'd say so...it was kinda hot though..."
She had half a mind to slap S/O for saying such a thing and yet...that was good to know.
After helping them to medical, she reports to the Commander personally, looking the most serious she ever has been outside the battlefield.
(Springfield) "Commander, S/O is currently in medical bay and might be unavailable for a few days..."
(Commander) "What happened? And...why are you blushing?"
(Springfield) "W-Why?...Ahem. Before I tell you, I will let you know beforehand that I will accept any disciplinary action that will come of me doing so."
Author's note: It's time for another T-DOLL FUN FACT!
TDFF 5: T-Dolls that use Shotguns/Machine Guns are significantly heavier than the ones who use Rifles, Handguns, etc.
In other words, having SPAS on top of you is a BAD idea to begin with.
SPAS is stuttering and panicking, looking left and right.
(SPAS-12) "Oh god oh god oh god! I'm SOOO sorry! Um....! I'll get some help, one second!"
(S/O) "S...SPAS...clothes..."
(SPAS-12) "Huh...? AH!"
Her cheeks become as crimson as her eyes as she looks down and realizes there was nothing covering her up. She quickly puts on clothes and rushes out the door to find a medic.
After getting S/O the help they desperately needed, she reports to the Commander, her fingers twiddling.
(SPAS-12) "Um...S-S/O got hurt because of me."
(Commander) "Oh, SPAS..."
They said sympathetically.
(Commander) "They probably know you didn't mean to. Now, what happened? I'm sure we can clear up any misunderstanding."
(SPAS-12) "...U-Uhhhh..."
M4 feels absolutely terrible, she's about ready to cry when she realizes she hurt them.
She can't even look them in the eye as she tries to patch them up.
(S/O) "M-M4..."
She hesitates to look at them before her depressed mood suddenly vanishes, seeing their smile. They said nothing, giving only a thumbs up.
Now her depression was replaced with utter confusion. They...liked this?!
(M4A1) "...I-I don't understand...!"
After getting them to medical, she sees M16, who immediately recognizes her mood.
(M16A1) "H-Hey, what's wrong?"
(M4A1) "S/O is hurt...because of me..."
M16 brings her into a hug.
(M16A1) "Hey, listen...Don't beat yourself because of it-"
(M4A1) "E-Erm...it's not exactly what you're thinking."
M16 took a step back, and examined M4A1.
She had disheveled hair, her clothes were hastily thrown on, and she was completely re-
(M16A1) "...Are those hickies?"
A fire lights up in M16's eyes as she rolls up her sleeves and cracks her robotic knuckles.
(M16A1) "I'm going to have a word with them. Medbay, right?"
(M4A1) "N-NO! IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK!...I-I mean, it is but-"
(M16A1) "I'M GONNA KILL THEM!"
STAR's jaw drops, and not because she felt good, it's because she felt too good.
Her eyes scan S/O's body and realizes their lower half has fracture damage, making her get off and immediately tend to them without missing a beat.
Before she can put her clothes on to get help after stabilizing S/O, she feels their hand reach for her arm.
(S/O) "Don't beat yourself up, please...-"
(ST AR-15) "I hurt you, S/O. How could I...?!-"
(S/O) "N-No...I'd do it again. It was...so worth it..."
(ST AR-15) "...What?"
She blinks twice at them to make sure she's not misheard S/O. Once she confirms she makes several noises that S/O couldn't decipher was a swear, a question, an internal scream let loose, or some combination of all of three.
Deciding to leave before her mind could scramble any further, she reports to the Commander.
(Commander) "...STAR, you're red hot! What happened?"
(ST AR-15) "...Ahem...Not...Nothing you'd be proud of. Or anything I would be, for that matter..."
(M16A1) "H-Hey, you alright?"
(S/O) "M16...T-The mind is willing, but the body is broken..."
(M16A1) "Hah, c-come on! I'm not nearly satisfied-...Oh god you weren't joking."
She immediately hops off and rushes to patch them up. Looking left and right, she swallows her pride and calls for M4A1.
(M4A1's Voice) "M16? What's wrong?"
(M16A1) "C-Come to S/O's room. I'll explain in an encrypted channel!"
(M4A1's Voice) "Encrypted-What?!"
M16A1's eyes flashed a few colors.
(M4A1's Voice) "...Oh my god-"
(M16A1) "Please, I'm begging you! I swear I won't even drink for a week!"
(M4A1's Voice) "Coming..."
M4A1 heard M16 and S/O snicker.
(M4A1's Voice) "I'm going to hit both of you."
She hung up and M16 gave S/O a kiss on the cheek.
(S/O) "N-Next time...be a little more gentle alright?"
(M16A1) "U-Uh...right. Heh heh....eh...."
Her laughter trails off into nothing as she awkwardly looks away and goes to the Commander's office. Before entering, she gulps down all of her whiskey.
She was going to need the alcohol for reporting this.
AL-12, M4A1, and SPAS-12 reacting to their Pilot S/O who should be in the infirmary recovering from an injury suddenly pulling them out of a tight spot!
(GFL) AK-12, M4A1, and SPAS-12's S/O saving them
THIS IS FIREBRAND, WE'RE IN THE PIPE FIVE BY FIVE
CENTRAL, THIS IS BIG SKY. STRIKE TEAM IS TOUCHING DOWN NOW. STANDING BY FOR YOUR ORDERS
THIS IS PEQUOD, ARRIVING SHORTLY AT LZ
...Sorry, had to get all those references out of my system.
12 hears the unmistakable noise of Griffin's Black Hawk approaching her location.
Her glowing pink eyes glance over to the distance and indeed see extraction was coming in hotter than expected.
(AK-12) "Clear the LZ. Anti-Air threats are to be taken care of first."
The other members of DEFY comply with her orders and take down the enemies surrounding them with startling efficiency.
Their ride out of the area doesn't even get a chance to touch down before everyone quickly hops on and nail every single gunner attempting to shoot them down.
Finally escaping and getting out of the combat zone, 12 turns back on her emotional processors, her eyes closing and a smile returning once the mask goes back down onto her neck.
Seeing who the pilot was made her mood all the better.
(AK-12) "Well now. Not that we don't appreciate the lift, but you should be back in base."
S/O chuckled as the bandages on their arm slightly shifted.
(S/O) "Not without you girls. Figured I could do one last fly before I take a well earned break."
12 and RPK-16 chuckled at that, AN-94 simply nodded while AK-15 sighed.
(AK-15) "Taking influence off her, I see."
12 ignored her comment and gently caressed their injured arm.
(AK-12) "Thank you, S/O. I'll make sure we put in a good word for you.~"
She sits herself in the co-pilot seat to help out, the Black Hawk escaping into the moonlight.
(S/O's Voice) "M4! Coming in hot!"
(M4A1) "What?!"
Hearing the unmistakable noise of the Black Hawk's rotors, M4 turned to the rest of the AR team.
(M4A1) "CLEAR THE LZ!"
The four of them pin their enemies down with concentrated fire, making sure they couldn't aim at their extraction.
After getting on, they continued to open fire until they were out of immediate threat range.
Finally getting a breather, ST AR-15 and M16A1 closed the doors as M4 approached S/O, realizing their leg had makeshift bandages.
(M4A1) "What are you doing?! You could have been hurt worse than before!"
(S/O) "Thought I'd take a page out of your books and try a suicidal rescue. Commander gave me the green light, if it makes you feel any better."
M4 opened her mouth, but quickly found she had no retort. Admittedly, AR Team did have a tendency to do that.
She put a hand on their shoulder as she nodded in defeat.
(M4A1) "...Fair enough. Thank you, S/O."
S/O put a loving hand on hers before returning their attention back to the controls.
(SPAS-12) "THANK GOODNESS, RESCUE'S HERE!"
Using her shield to take the oncoming gunfire, she and the rest of her echelon backed further into cover as the Black Hawk came in, letting them all hop on.
Her shield acted as a makeshift barrier, as some of the other T-Dolls fired back, using SPAS as cover.
She had no issue, her shotgun would be ineffective at this range anyway.
Once her scanners indicated they were out of the combat zone, she breathed a sigh of relief.
(SPAS-12) "Whew, thanks for getting us ou-...S/O?!"
(S/O) "Hey, SPAS. Glad to see everyone's doin' well."
Her eyes immediately saw their head which had a bloodied bandage still on.
(SPAS-12) "You're not, the heck are you doing?!"
(S/O) "Heh, don't worry. I'm not gonna crash, autopilots helping pull the weight too."
(SPAS-12) "B-But you can't just!...You might have gotten-"
Before she could say anything else, S/O gave them a gentle smile before pulling out a bag of chips, enough for the echelon.
She pouted but took the chips and smiled back.
(SPAS-12) "We're having dinner after we get you back resting in the medbay. Got it?"
