Yandere Blue Team w/ Spartan darling
𐦍 A. Tex, Leonard L. Church, Michael J. Caboose
cw(s): yandere themes, stalking (Tex), emotional dysregulation, self-degredation, possessiveness, physical violence towards others: not reader (Church), delusions, manipulation
Yandere Red Team w/ Spartan darling
𐦍 Colonel Sarge, Dexter Grif, Franklin Delano Donut
cw(s): yandere themes, overstepping boundaries (Sarge and Grif), predatory behavior, self-degradation (Donut), manipulation, abuse of power
🅨🅐🅝. 🅐. 🅣🅔🅧
What the hell did she just hear―? A Spartan of all people joining this gaggle of moronic, barely-up-to-standard troops.
She's slightly anxious that the super soldier will see her unauthorized presence as a threat and take her out. She may be good, but she's not that good. She can confidently say that your skills had her floored, both metaphorically and physically. You easily took her down as she wasn't in the unit files or wearing friendly gear.
Her usual staying out of sight and observing, stalking as some would call it, methods are in vain when it comes to you. You've managed to pick up on her presence every single fucking time she's tried to trail you. None of her contacts know or are willing to give her the down low on you. Makes sense, but it isn't any less vexing.
Walking up and engaging with you also fails. You simply glare at her, or, er, at least stare; she can't tell due to your visor. She can assume that you are less than pleased with her. She knows you don't trust her.
For once in her life, Tex is the one playing catch-up. She is no longer the mysterious badass that impresses both teams but a slightly desperate operative wanting to form a romantic bond with you.
It's like trying to extract information out of an opp, and she loves it. A challenge, someone worthy of her infatuation. She can't fool you, although she has tried on numerous occasions. She never realized how much she liked being put in her place by someone.
🅨🅐🅝. 🅛. 🅒🅗🅤🅡🅒🅗
He's threatened by your presence. You outrank him. You'll take over the unit. It isn't that you aren't qualified. You are. He just doesn't want to listen to someone who thinks they know all the ins and outs of the delicate balance between the Reds and Blues.
[ Pans to Church missing multiple shots at Sarge's head. Tucker and Caboose are bickering. Donut is running around screaming. Grif is sitting on a rock trying to yank a snack cake out of Simmons's hands. ]
He tries to be imposing but takes one look at you and nearly pisses himself. Holy fuck, they are so winning. His superiority and inferiority complexes are having a field day trying to work with you. Part of him wants to own you, for you to be his loyal soldier, because he's much more experienced in the gluch. The other part knows he's inadequate and wants to hide from you. You're an unstoppable, enigmatic force.
He lashes out at you because of his own self-perceived shortcomings. You take it as he dishes it out, brushing him off like he's nothing more than harmless debris that has fallen onto your MJOLNIR armor, which he is obsessed with trying to break, by the way. Your armor makes you special. He doesn't like that. In fact, he hates it. You must think you're so much better than them! Being all cool, calm, and collected: things he wants to be but always seems to fail at.
He's even meaner to his teammates unless they back off and leave you alone. He has zero tolerance for being undermined by them when you're near. He'll get violent, more than his usual verbal berating. He beat Tucker bloody once for questioning him in front of you.
Tucker shouted, "What the hell is wrong with you? I get fighting over a nice piece of ass, but you don't need to kill me over it! They aren't gonna fuck you just because you fucked me up!"
That managed to snap him out of his jealous fueled, emotionally unstable stupor. The mere notion that eliminating Tucker would not garner your favor was enough to chill him to the bone in the middle of the day under the hot-ass sun in the dry, bony desert. Now, at least, everyone knows to use your judgment as a way to control Church's outbursts.
He is insanely possessive. There's this almost programmed instinct to keep you alive and near him. Its awakening was somewhat stalled by his other repressed traumas but surfaced nonetheless. He says you're his when those dirty Reds dare to threaten you.
[ For your mental image: Church, much shorter and skinnier in frame than your 7+ foot tall stature, talking shit to the Reds about how he'd kill any of them for laying a hand on you.
Church incidentally has scary dog privilege, except he isn't the dog baring his teeth that he believes himself to be. ]
He's a handful, but more than willing to sit in your lap and grumble about how reckless you are as he cleans up your scrapes, drools over you, and wants to kiss you so bad that it makes him look stupid (note from Caboose: and Church HATES looking dumb).
🅨🅐🅝. 🅜. 🅒🅐🅑🅞🅞🅢🅔
Woah, everything about you is so cool! Your armor is super shiny, and you have a nice blue person in your helmet, kind of like him! Your AI doesn't seem to be as mean and rude as O'Malley. A fact that he is glad of.
He latched onto you from the get-go. You symbolize hope and humanity's strength in his eyes. It's no secret that he does have a tendency to follow you around and just watch your routine, occasionally inserting himself to ask a question or tell a long-winded story.
He's a bit confused, if not excited, when you ask him all sorts of weird questions like "Does he have any permanent brain damage?" or "Is he fit for combat?" He doesn't take any offense because these are thoughts he's said himself. He's more than willing to prove that he's an asset on the battlefield. Just don't mention the teammate killing.
He gets close to you because he knows, or at least is the one with the most knowledge, on fixing whatever's wrong with your suit or AI. There's some weird interference with your tech and the gulch. Caboose is more than willing to capitalize on that fact. He really tries to get on your AI's good side so you like him.
He's proud that you find his strength admirable. He was lifting something, super heavy if he might add, and you came to help, but Caboose didn't need any help! You let out a sound that he could only interpret as total awe.
He already has your whole life together planned out by the time you hit one month in the unit. Now he just has to carefully approach you and get you to date, then marry him! Easy peasy. He knows you like him. You're just quiet and stoic and all-soldiery because you have to be. He already has the celebratory balloons and cake set up for when you accept his partnership with open arms (and legs); he really wants to snuggle with you.
🅨🅐🅝. 🅒🅞🅛🅞🅝🅔🅛 🅢🅐🅡🅖🅔
Hot damn. Slather him in butter and deep-fry him, but he does believe his eyes do not deceive him. You, dear, are indeed one mighty fine soldier to join his highly esteemed (his words, not mine) team.
He does implore you to ignore Grif. He's inconsequential to the conversation and will only waste your time. Lord knows he's tried to shove Grif down the stairs and get him to break his neck many times, but it never seems to work. Damn. Sarge wonders if you are wholly against friendly homicide.
You are the apple of his eye. Your execution is flawless; that never fails to get him hot under his armor plating. Not that you're interested in how he feels. He knows you Spartans are tough sons of bitches and don't indulge in things like feelings very often. Neither does he! However, you are the most welcome exception.
You're so loyal too! Loyal soldiers that aren't ass-kissers deserve love from their commanders, do they not? He's not exactly familiar with all of your secret hand signals, but he creates his own. A firm pat on the shoulder pad, sliding down your armored back and just missing the delicious curve of your ass, sends enough of a message.
Quite possibly the best thing is that you don't bellyache. If you're uncomfortable, then you don't voice it. This lets Sarge get away with a lot more things than he should militarily be allowed to get away with, like watching you dress and undress to see how "efficient" you are at suiting up. Although you always do need help from some machines they installed to fully get into your armor. He's always eager to help the process. He keeps those machines in tip-top shape just for you.
You are undeniably his darlin', and you won't be getting transferred as long as he's in the picture [alive and kicking].
🅨🅐🅝. 🅓. 🅖🅡🅘🅕
He can't decide whether you're a blessing or a curse. There's someone else that can do all his work and more, but you're less than inclined to let him laze around like a cat sleeping in the scorching Blood Gulch sun. You either order him around or don't bother wasting your time on his presence. He thinks you're kind of a prig, but a hot one if the super secret files of yours that Sarge was supposed to be guarding are worth anything.
He really just wants to make you slip up. You think you're so much better than him just because you have so many shiny military medals and heavily outrank him? Pfft. You don't even know how to insult him correctly! You don't even insult him at all. You only address him with a cold detachment, which somehow becomes worse than the normal soul-crushing jeers from pretty much everyone else.
He gets in your way, leaves his trash in your quarters, sleeps in your bed, and even messes with whatever tasks Sarge told you to complete! You perfectly combat his every attempt and shut him down. He now has several more bruises and scars from all the times you've handed his ass to him. You can even lift him up and carry him with ease, no simple feat, especially when factoring in his burdensome armor.
He gets scolded each time by Sarge. Apparently he's ruining his reputation by harassing you. But no one gets in trouble when they harass Grif. Well―kind of. Despite all Grif has done to you, you still defend him when Red Team puts his life in unnecessary danger. You have saved him a few times from the Blues, which he is eternally grateful for, not that he'll admit it.
He's obsessed, and he isn't even aware. You consume all his normal lazing-around time. He's too tired to realize it. He sleeps more soundly at night, in your cot, of course. You seem not to sleep much, so he takes up that space when you aren't. You've grown accustomed to Grif and his Grifisms, so you reluctantly allow it.
Little does your normally so astute mind know, he's slowly (as always) encroaching on the territory of your life. He's already latched onto you. Just try not to let him slow you down too much. As for solutions to your problem, putting a bullet in your allies is a bit troublesome and against a myriad of military regulations. You could make an exception for Grif.
🅨🅐🅝. 🅕. 🅓🅞🅝🅤🅣
You're kind of like his hero. He wants to fall into your strong arms and be saved like a princess whose knight just slayed an evil dragon. He also wants to see you oiled up. Who said that?
He subconsciously matures himself in front of you. His joking demeanor dies down; he's more focused. He does his best to seem battle-hardened as he seeks to understand you. He can't help but feel self-conscious in your company. Do you like how he's acting? Is he overdoing it? Everyone on Red Team seems to think so.
He does his best to be accommodating. If there's no space to sit, then he'll grab an extra chair or offer you his own. He's started carrying extra clips and magazines for you to reload. He even keeps a plasma grenade in reserve. If you seem weary, which is hard to tell except for the slight slump of your shoulders and heavier footsteps, he'll grab you some water and offer to take whatever shift you were on.
You're much more adept than he is, but you're still in a new place. He's new, but not as new as you. He tries to help you familiarize yourself and does his best to explain the team dynamics. ( Does he do a good job? Eh, he does it well enough that you have learned some pertinent information about the base and its surroundings. )
He gets very upset, childishly so, when you ignore him or are pulled away on other duties. That's when his mask breaks and he's just the very desperate, semi-horny, tired of military ribbing yandere that he always has been. He needs you to see him as something more than a fairy in a pink combat suit. ... He's still your sweet treat, though!
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Could you do dating Tex McCormick hc's if you haven't already? I would love to hear them!
Ofc My love! I think I already did- but I can't really remember so I'm just gonna do it anyway! <3
First off, Texas McCormick gets distracted very easily.
So like at school, he will be doing his work and then if he makes eye contact with you for even a SECOND.
His work will not be completed.
Loves taking you places, doesn't matter when or where. He just wants to be there with you.
When he gets jealous, he doesn't throw a fit-no. He will look the person in the eye and give them the most DISRESPECTFUL look they have EVER recieved in their life.
Absolutely loves cuddles.
When Mace gets tired of him talking his ear off, he will literally call you over.
"Y/n, please come love on your boyfriend before I punch him in the face." - Mace, word for word.
When his brother sold his horse, he cried in your arms for hours.
He was so upset.
Honestly a sweetheart.
It's rare that you will ever see him in a fight at school because he doesn't like drama.
He would rather be liked than hated and is sweet to the majority of his class.
BUT. There was ONE time where he got in a fight because someone said something bad about you and he was not having it.
He got suspended for two days and had detention for the whole first day back.
Asked to go to the bathroom every 5 minutes so he could try to meet you in the hallways.
Never worked.
And let's say you definitely scolded him.
Says the most random shit in his sleep it's not even funny.
Actually it is funny.
Because he will start talking about tacos and puppies randomly while you are laying down right next to him just watching TV.
He also talks about you in his sleep and its so sweet.
Is always on the phone with you whenever you can't come over, Mace never gets the have a turn on the phone because Tex always hogs it.
"No, I'm talkin to Y/n."
Not gonna lie, I see him as the guy to have tampons and pads in his backpack for the girls that don't have any. And honestly it's so sweet..
"Tex, why do you have these in your bag?"
"Some girl didn't have one on her and she was embarrassed so I thought I'd just keep some in my bag just in case."
It's just so- ugh. I can't.
Feels real bad when you get your period.
Like he's too scared to even touch you in fear of hurting you.
He is such a cuddle bug tho.
Like the first thing he wants to do when you come over is have you in his arms while you two watch TV.
Ok, so, I was kinda nervous at first because like I have literally never requested anything from anyone but I love Tex McCormick so much! I mean he's literally adorable and I was wondering something along the lines of his reactions to receiving a gift that was handmade specially for him? (like a bracelet that spells out his name or something) I'm not sure if this makes sense so if not you can always ask for more clarification if you need it :)
Ofc mll (also don’t be shy to request or dm me. I love meeting new people and I think y’all’s requests are very creative and cute and I’m HERE for it ❤️)
Lowkey confused
"What's that?"
"A bracelet for you, Tex."
"For me?" He smiles
you nod, holding up the bracelet, showing that his name was spelled out with white beads.
His eyes were like stars as he looked at the bracelet.
"Made it just for you."
His heart is SCREAMING with joy!
Not even joking, love.
Lets out the most beautiful giggle he ever has, gently grabbing the bracelet from your hands.
He puts it on immediately.
He brags to everyone about it.
Shows Johnny first.
Then Mason.
Then his horse. (LMFAO he would)
"Look, boy. Ain't it nice? No! Don't eat it!"
Once he lost it and cried his heart out.
"Y/n! I lost it!" He said to you at school.
"Lost what?"
You were so confused.
"The bracelet! I lost it!"
You just laughed and made him another one.
This time you made matching ones.
NEVER takes it off!
Wears it in the shower
When he rides his horse.
When he's doing his daily chores, homework.
When people try to hit on him, he holds up his wrist, showing the matching attire.
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Notes: MY REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN!!! Thank youuuu for requesting!!! @ineedmattdillonsobad, love the username, love Tex
"I'm gonna take you out, Friday be ready" Tex says with the brightest smile you'd ever seen, that's what he said last week, it was Friday now, you two had just started going out so this would be the first "going out" You two had together
So you did your hair, your makeup and put on a cute little dress, shorts underneath just incase you had to crouch to get lip gloss from your purse during the date, you waited by the door
Of course, Tex arrived and raised his eyebrows "Darn, lookin' fancy!" He gives a grin and you shake your head amused "You're taking me out, this is my look for being taken out" You shrug and smile softly with a nod
You hop into Masons truck with Tex, Tex had somehow managed to convince Mason into letting him borrow it, so you both started driving off, into town, it was fun, Tex gave a grin and kept a hand down on your thigh
You arrive, the place is run down, old and to be so fair, there's probably more than you thought breaking down the sign slowly but surely, you do a double take before looking back at Tex
But seeing his face, you felt complete guilt at being confused or disappointed "So, this is the place huh?" You look back at him, you just thanked the lord you wore your safety shorts when you saw that big grin on his face
So unfortunately, you had to go, put on your rollerskates and such it up, Tex even laced them up for you as he commented "Me and Johnny come here for fun sometimes, Mace used to come here with his friends too" He grins brightly
You nod a little "Perfect" You smile and nod as you stand up like a baby deer taking its first steps, decently uncoordinated, and Tex gives a big grin "You ever been here sweetheart?" and you almost squeak as you get a hold back on standing
"Nope" You pop the 'p' sound too, and Tex holds your arm so you both go onto the rink together Tex holding you up as you almost go into the splits and squeak in shock
Tex grins and shakes his head amused "Watch out, you'll be fine, sweetheart, just stand and gliiiiide" and you almost laugh, but you're cut off by an almost squeal noise when you yet again almost ass over like an idiot
Yeah you were thanking your lucky stars for the shorts right now, along with the kneepads and wrist guards given by the roller rink and focused on having a fun time, even if half of it was spent falling face first into the ground
Sure you weren't great, but you definitely had the spirit, that was all Tex needed, seeing you have a wonderful time being with him, not having to be a pro, just having the greatest time he'd seen you have in a decent while
But at the same time, it was plenty of fun, it was finally something other than horses that Tex could teach you about rather than be taught about, and that made you smile
You were definitely too dolled up, you just noted that you probably shouldn't do that when Tex suggested 'going out' anymore, but he just had a great time, especially spending it with you
Notes: THE CUTEST REQUESTS RAHHHHH THANK YOUUUUU!!!!, also, drinking apple and black currant juice half frozen, what a vibe, @nayasxo, and fun fact, I can't braid hair!
"No- that piece goes over this one, Tex" You say with a slightly amused smile "I ain't gettin' it am I?" He looks up at you with a decently clueless look and you shake your head, your back facing him and your hair in his hands, gosh you had the patience of a saint, it was crazy to him
"You are, you just gotta listen to me- now the left side, goes over" You instruct gentle and he grins a little, following your orders and continuing with his work "Okay, I got it"
"Got it?" You glance back and he nods "I'm in the groove now" and you laugh at his concentrated face, the tip of his tongue seen out the side of his mouth as he keeps his focus on making your hair look decently pretty
It took about fifteen minutes for him to actually fully figure it out, that made you laugh a little, he'd give you a pout or unimpressed look at every little giggle that escaped you, he was definitely completely locked in on his task at hand
And eventually, he finally finishes your hair, throwing his hands up with a bright grin "It's done!" You smile, his happiness is definitely infectious, it's pretty damn cute to see him grin all happy at something as simple as doing a braid in your hair
"Okay, it's a total masterpiece, so you ain't gonna freak out when you see it right?" He raises his eyebrows like this is one of the most important questions to be had, you shake your head amused
"No promises" You say with a smile and roll your eyes a little, doing grabby hands at your handheld mirror so you could try see the back of your hair, Tex leaning over very excited to grab it
He hands you the mirror with a quick kiss "You'll be shocked it took me such a short time to get this done, it's good" He was hyping it up as much as humanly possible, because hey, he was pretty proud of his work
For a first job, he thought it wasn't all that bad at all, he just shakes his head "Okay! Close your eyes okay?" He sounds like an excited little kid
You can't help but smile softly, letting your eyes flutter closed as he puts the mirror up at a spot where you'd be able to see your braid through the mirror fully, and after a couple of seconds just to build anticipation
Tex nods as a go ahead, before pausing, because hey, he'd forgotten your eyes were closed and you couldn't see the gesture, he nods again this time with an "Open"
You open your eyes, looking into the mirror to see the braid, it was absolutely mangled looking, somehow wonky, like a bit of a franken-braid, but when you look back to Tex and he's grinning so hard you're sure his cheeks ache
You laugh, almost in a burst before hugging him, putting the mirror to the side "It's amazing Tex! For your first time too? You could be a pro in no time" You kiss his cheek and he flops back like he'd just won lotto
Hey, it wasn't good, but it wasn't horrific, he seemed so proud, and when you saw that? You couldn't help but just want to put that look on his face more often, you'd take a few mangled braids as long as they produced this sweet, bright smile from your boyfriend
The not so secret life of Tex (Tex x female!reader)
Request: Hello! Are you able to do a tex x reader(female) fic but with a small hint of NSFW in it please if not that's fine.
Pairing: Tex x Reader
Reader gender: female
When it comes to Tex the first thing that came to mind was her cold nature. The way she seemed to not truly care for many. Which is why it came to a shock to most when a relatively new agent would always be attached to her hip. A young female recruit: Agent Kansas; she seemed to always be around Texas no matter what.
“What is up with them?” Washington tilted his head as he watched the agents in the training room working together. Kansas seemed to be the only one Texas could deal with. Wash looked over at York and North, “are you seeing this shit?”
“Yes we all are Wash,” York rolled his eyes before glancing through the viewing window as well, seeing the two not holding back on each other. Tex had her in a chokehold and had slammed her to the ground, soon sitting on top of her.
“At this rate, Kansas is going to die from her,” Wash said offhandedly.
North tried to hide his smirk as he sipped on his coffee and looked back down at his book after watching the freelancers.
Wash shook his head for a moment before sitting down next to North, resting his head in his hands, York stayed watching them for a few more moments, curious to how long it would take for one of them to give up.
It was when Kansas slapped her hand on the ground three times that Tex immediately jumped off her and helped her up, resting a hand on her shoulder, as though to check if she was okay.
“Well looks like they’ve wrapped up now,” York sighed before sitting down with the group.
Minutes passed, and when Tex and Kansas made their way into the room to grab a drink of water, it came to no surprise to them that most the agents stared at them. Kansas’ helmet was off, her (hair colour) hear a mess from it, she wiped the sweat away from her forehead, “Yes Tex I’m fine,” she laughed as she made her way to grab her water bottle, with Text following her, helmet still on.
“As if you’d tell me the truth, you know you're stubborn.”
Kansas smirked mischievously, water bottle in hand, before turning around to face the agent, “oh I've dealt with rougher stuff from you.”
While no one could see it, it was easy to tell that Tex was smirking under her helmet, “Very funny.”
“Well it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had your hand around my throat,” she teased for a moment, leaning in as though to kiss her, Tex seemed to forget that she was, in fact, wearing a helmet until Kansas sprayed her water on her visor.
Wash chocked on his coffee in silence, trying not to draw attention to himself as his face turned bright red. Holy shit what the fuck?! No not (your name) they’re so sweet and innocent! I can’t believe my ears!
“Jesus fuck! (Your name) I swear to god,” she started before Kansas interrupted her with a little smile.
“Catch me if you can.” She grinned before running out of the room.
A small chuckle escaped from Tex before she turned to walk after her, trying to be seen as composed in front of the other agents, she would break out in a sprint as soon as she was out of sight.
“Feeling alright Agent Washington?” she smirked as she walked past him, knowing full well why he was red.
“Yep fine!” his voice squeaked as he gave her a thumbs up.
North burst out laughing as soon as Tex was gone, “Does that answer your question Wash.”
“YOU KNEW!?”
“Obviously, Tex asked me what she should get her for their six month anniversary.”
“You're disgusting.”
