#commander handsome jr

[blackmensuited]

#charles leno jr #athlete #sports #nfl #football #🏈 #washington commanders #suit #tie #dress shoes #dress socks #wingtips #handsome #style #sexy #sharp #suave #men's fashion #phyne #attractive #fine #thick #chub #big man

[nayziiz]

Reckless | CS55

Summary: Via finds herself caught up in office politics and encounters Carlos Sainz Jr., the intimidating son of her boss. Despite her initial reluctance, she is drawn into a web of intrigue surrounding the Sainz family and their business empire. As tensions rise and secrets unravel, Via and Carlos grapple with professional challenges, personal relationships, and the allure of forbidden romance. Via must navigate the complexities of power, ambition, and desire, ultimately confronting difficult truths about those around her in a world where appearances can be deceiving and loyalties tested.

Warning: Violence, blood, alcohol, smut, fluff, guns

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x OC (Via Driscoll) - appearances from other drivers

Masterlist

Chapter 3

As Via settled into her seat, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had lingered since her encounter with Carlos the previous evening. The absence of Eleanor only added to her sense of disquiet, as it was unusual for the executive assistant to be late to the office.

Pushing aside the paperwork related to the gala and the information leak, Via focused on logging into her company profile. She entered her credentials with practised ease, her mind already racing with thoughts of the tasks that awaited her that day.

Once logged in, Via began sifting through her emails, her brow furrowing as she scanned the messages for any urgent matters requiring her attention. Amidst the usual stream of correspondence, she noticed a few messages marked as high priority, likely related to the ongoing investigation into the information leak.

“Yes, but we’ve paid you quite handsomely to inform us ahead of time.” Via looked up from her computer screen as Eleanor's voice echoed through the executive suite, her presence a welcome distraction from the mounting workload on Via's desk.

She returned Eleanor's greeting with a polite nod, her attention briefly drawn to Mr. Sainz as he passed by with a warm smile. Via couldn't help but feel a sense of relief at Eleanor’s arrival, knowing that she could rely on her to provide valuable guidance and support.

Eleanor placed her bag down on her desk with a heavy thud, her expression tight with frustration as she turned to face Via. She observed Via's focused demeanour as she continued to engage in the phone conversation, her brow furrowing slightly in concentration.

“So, you've been taking our money, but aren't willing to share your sources with us? How is that fair?” Eleanor's voice cut through the air, laced with a mixture of irritation and authority. 

She crossed her arm over her chest, her stance conveying a sense of assertiveness as she addressed the unseen individual on the other end of the line. Via paused briefly, her attention fully drawn to Eleanor's pointed words. She watched as Eleanor's expression hardened, her resolve evident in every word she uttered.

“I suggest you try harder to keep us happy.”  Eleanor continued, her tone commanding and unwavering. “We're the reason your business is still running.”

Eleanor ended the call with a frustrated sigh, her hand pressing the 'end call' button with a decisive click. She turned to face Via, her expression a mix of weariness and determination as she leaned against her desk.

“Anything I can help with?” Via inquired, her voice laced with concern as she watched Eleanor's demeanour.

Eleanor let out another heavy sigh, her gaze shifting momentarily to the open door of Mr. Sainz's office before returning to Via.

“I suppose I should just tell you.” She began, her tone tinged with resignation. “We have been paying a media house a monthly stipend to inform us when someone is wanting to publish information about our company, and they have not been keeping their promises.”

Via's eyebrows furrowed in surprise at Eleanor's revelation.

“It's concerning that they aren’t keeping their promises. Do we have any recourse?” Via remarked, her mind already racing with thoughts of potential repercussions. Eleanor shook her head, her expression grim.

“Not at the moment.” Eleanor admitted, frustration evident in her voice. “When you start working on this investigation, work back from the media houses. That should lead you to a clear suspect.”

Via took in Eleanor's advice, a sense of determination settling over her as she mentally mapped out her investigative strategy.

“Understood.” She affirmed, already plotting her next steps.

Eleanor offered a small nod of approval before pushing off her desk and making her way to Mr. Sainz's office. As she reached the door, she paused, turning back to Via with a solemn expression.

“And, just a warning.” She added, her voice low with caution. “When it comes to working with Carlos, just make sure you do your job and nothing more.”

“I don’t understand.” Via replied, confusion etched on her features.

“I don't think you understand the gravity of the situation, Via.” Eleanor insisted, her tone firm. “To put it in perspective, he’s similar to his father in that sense. That’s why I’ve been here for over fifteen years.”

Via absorbed Eleanor's warning, recognizing the weight behind her words.

“I'll keep that in mind.” She replied evenly, a sense of determination flickering in her eyes. 

She understood the delicate balance of her new role in the investigation, especially when it involved working closely with Carlos. Eleanor regarded her for a moment, her gaze searching, before nodding slowly.

“Just be cautious. That’s all I ask.” She advised, a hint of urgency in her tone.

A few seconds later, the office door creaked open, and Mr. Sainz Sr. peered out, his expression a blend of expectation and slight irritation.

“Is Junior here yet?” He inquired, his gaze fixated on Via, who was diligently sorting through paperwork at her desk.

“Not yet, sir.” Via replied, looking up from her work. “Would you like me to call him for you?”

Mr. Sainz Sr. hesitated for a moment, contemplating his response.

“That’s not necessary, thank you, Ms Driscoll.” Senior nodded with a smile, his harshness fading slightly.

“I’m sure he’s on his way.” Eleanor added in an attempt to ease his mood.

“He’s old enough to make his own decisions. If he chooses to not stay at home, who am I to stop him?” Senior shrugged before turning back into his office. “The boy loves making stupid decisions.”

Via turned to Eleanor, seeking clarification on Mr. Sainz's cryptic remarks.

“What's going on?” She asked, her brow furrowed with confusion. Eleanor sighed, a knowing expression crossing her features.

“Carlos has always been a bit of a wild card. He's fiercely independent, sometimes to his own detriment. Mr. Sainz may be the CEO, but even he can't control everything, especially when it comes to his son. And, all this because he didn’t come home last night.” Eleanor explained as she grabbed a folder from her desk before retreating into the CEO’s office.

As Via absorbed Eleanor's insights, she realised that navigating the complexities of the investigation would not only involve unravelling the mystery of the information leak but also navigating the intricate dynamics within the Sainz family itself.

Via found herself engrossed in the details of the investigation as the morning progressed, methodically sifting through information and piecing together clues. The office hummed with activity around her, but she remained focused on her task at hand. Eleanor and Senior headed out for lunch with the other board members, leaving Via and Carlos to themselves for the rest of the afternoon.

Occasionally, she caught glimpses of Carlos as he moved about his father's office, his presence looming in the background like a shadow. Despite his seemingly innocuous demeanour, Via couldn't shake the feeling of being watched whenever he ventured out to grab a coffee or attend to some task.

Via's heart raced as she observed the intruder rifling through her desk drawers. She assessed him cautiously, noting his youthful appearance and the nervous energy radiating from him. For a moment, she debated whether to confront him directly or to alert security discreetly.

Via left her desk unattended for a few minutes to go to the restroom and upon returning found a man crouched beside her desk, rummaging through her drawers. Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, Via approached the intruder with measured steps, her footsteps silent against the office floor. As she drew closer, she cleared her throat to announce her presence, causing the young man to startle and whip around to face her.

“Can I help you with something, sir?” Via asked, her tone firm yet composed as she met his startled gaze.

"This isn't what it looks like. Or maybe it is. It just depends on what you think this looks like." The man frantically responded.

Via raised an eyebrow at the cryptic response, her suspicion growing. She maintained her composure, refusing to let the intruder's evasive demeanour unsettle her.

“It looks like you're going through my desk drawers without permission.” She stated calmly, her tone leaving no room for ambiguity. “And that's not something you should be doing.”

The man shifted uncomfortably under Via's gaze, his eyes darting around the office as if searching for an escape route. He seemed to realise the gravity of the situation as he fumbled for words.

“I was hoping you had some mints or something, I swear. I'm waiting for Sainz.” The man responded.

“Mr Sainz doesn't have any appointments scheduled this morning.” Via retorted, eyeing the man from head to toes.

“I know. He asked me to pop in whenever.” He responded.

Via's suspicion deepened at the man's insistence and his vague explanation. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about him. Nevertheless, she remained composed and decided to handle the situation diplomatically.

“Your name, sir?” She asked.

“Lando. Lando Norris.” Lando answers.

“Olivia, Mr Sainz's…assistant.” Via hesitates, unsure what her official title technically is in the absence of both Eleanor and Senior.

Carlos emerged from his father's office, drawn by the sound of voices outside. He approached Lando and Via, his expression unreadable.

“Lando.” Carlos bellowed.

“There he is. Please tell your lovely assistant here that I'm your best friend and by no means was I snooping through her desk.” Lando replied, his tone light but defensive.

“Why were you snooping through her desk?” Carlos countered with a raised eyebrow, unimpressed by the excuse.

“I was just looking for some mints, man, I swear.” Lando muttered, avoiding Carlos's gaze.

“Alright, come on. Olivia has work to do and doesn't have time to entertain you. Carlos interjected, attempting to remove his anxiety-inducing friend from the executive suite.

As Lando disappeared into Carlos's office, Via couldn't shake the feeling of discomfort that lingered from their encounter. She returned to her desk, her mind still preoccupied with the strange interaction. The apologetic smile from both Lando and Carlos did little to alleviate her unease.

Meanwhile, inside the office, Carlos turned to face Lando with a stern expression.

“What were you thinking, Lando?” He chided, his tone serious. Lando shifted uncomfortably under Carlos's gaze.

“I know, I know. It was stupid. I just wanted to... I don't know, snoop around a bit.” Lando admitted.

“You can't go around poking your nose where it doesn't belong. Especially not at a colleague's desk.” Carlos added, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I know, I know. I won’t do it again, I promise.” Lando repeated, his contrition evident. “Okay, but can I point out that you did not mention the fact that she's absolutely gorgeous?”

“Because it's not important.” Carlos shrugged as he studied his friend.

“My guy, seriously. How do you manage to resist? She's like a breath of fresh air in this stuffy office.” Lando continued to egg on his friend.

“It's called professionalism and boundaries, Lando. You should give that a try some time.” Carlos retorted.

“So, can I make a pass at her then if you won't?” Lando joked.

“Don't you dare.” Carlos's firm tone left no room for argument, and Lando chuckled in response, recognizing the seriousness behind his friend's words.

“Relax, I was just kidding.” Lando reassured him, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “But seriously, man, how do you manage to resist? She's like a breath of fresh air in this stuffy office.”

“She's off-limits, Lando. End of story.” Carlos sighed, his gaze drifting towards the closed door as he contemplated Lando's question.

“Alright, alright, I'll drop it. But you can't blame a guy for noticing, can you?” Lando raised an eyebrow, sensing there was more to Carlos's response than met the eye.

“No, I can't blame you for that. Just keep it professional, alright?” Carlos shook his head, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips.

“Got it.” Lando nodded, understanding the unspoken boundaries.

#carlos sainz #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1 imagine #formula 1 #carlos #ferrari #f1 2024 #ferrari f1 #formula one #carlos sainz jr #scuderia ferrari #carlos sainz 55 #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz imagine #cs55 #cs55 x reader #cs55 imagine #cs55 fluff #cs55 fic #forza ferrari #carlos sainz fanfic #carlos sainz smut #carlos sainz fanfiction #f1 imagines

[john-bracket]

Significant Jother Prelims!

The prelims for Jacket 4 will come in two waves after the winner’s bonus poll ends on Sunday, so get your votes in there.

First, there will be the prelims to decide between love interests for Johns/Jacks/Variants who had multiple submitted. There are eight of those matches, and they will be released throughout the day on Monday, July 10.

Then, there will be the prelims to decide which single nomination significant jothers will make the bracket. If a nomination was submitted multiple times as the only love interest, they are already in. There are 11 polls of four significant jothers, and the winner of each will make the bracket. Prelims were seeded by submission order, and those polls will be released throughout the day on Wednesday, July 12.

Match-ups below the cut!

Monday Match-ups: Who shall win the jand?

Prelim #1: Martin Blackwood (11) vs Georgie Barker (1) for Jonathan “Jon” Sims (The Magnus Archives)

Prelim #2: Jason Mendoza (5) vs Derek (1) for Janet (The Good Place)

Prelim #3: Mercymorn (2) vs Alecto (1) vs Augustine (1) vs Mercymorn + Augustine (0 but throuple rights) for John Gaius (The Locked Tomb)

Prelim #4: Zatanna Zatara (2) vs King Shark (2) for John Constantine (DC)

Prelim #5: Nisha Kadam (2) vs Moxxi (1) for Handsome Jack (Borderlands)

Prelim #6: Brad Majors (2) vs Frank-N-Furter (1) for Janet Weiss (Rocky Horror Picture Show)

Prelim #7: Shayera Hol (1) vs Mari McCabe (1) for John Stewart (DC)

Prelim #8: Rafael Solano (1) vs Michael Cordero (1) for Jane Villanueva (Jane the Virgin)

Wednesday Match-ups: I don’t have a funny name

Prelim A: Phryne Fisher for Jack Robinson (Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries) vs Kitty for Johnny Thirteen (Danny Phantom) vs Marguerite Baker for Jack Baker (Resident Evil) vs James “Jamey” Emerson Fletcher for Mary “Jacky” “Bloody Jack” Faber (Bloody Jack)

Prelim B: Naomi Herne for Evan Lukas (The Magnus Archives) vs Pete Tyler for Jackie Tyler (Doctor Who) vs Agnes Montague for Jack Barnabas (The Magnus Archives) vs Eric Bittle for Jack Zimmermann (Check, Please!)

Prelim C: Anna Bates for John Bates (Downton Abbey) vs Rose DeWitt for Jack Dawson (Titanic) vs Wendy Torrance for Jack Torrance (The Shining) vs Samatha Carter for Jack O’Neill (Stargate SG-1)

Prelim D: Joan of Arc for JFK (Clone High) vs JFK for Joan of Arc (Clone High) vs Elvira for Don Juan (Moliere) vs Pocahontas for John Smith (Pocahontas)

Prelim E: Penta Roujeat for Jack Wright (Namesake) vs Jethro Bodine for Jane Hathaway (Beverly Hillbillies) vs George Jetson for Jane Jetson (The Jetsons) vs Peter Parker for Mary-Jane Watson Parker (Marvel)

Prelim F: Thor for Jane Foster (Marvel) vs David Read for Jane Read (Arthur) vs Marla Singer for Jack/The Narrator (Fight Club) vs Sophie Aubrey for Jack Aubrey (Master and Commander)

Prelim G: Jay Nakamura for Jon Kent (DC) vs Satinder Hall for Ivo Keys (Shaderunners) vs Edward Rochester for Jane Eyre (Jane Eyre) vs Co Bao for John Rambo (Rambo)

Prelim H: Rosemary for Jack/Raider (Metal Gear Solid) vs Vriska Sekret for John Egbert (Homestuck) vs Maddie Fenton for Jack Fenton (Danny Phantom) vs Minnina for Jonathan Ratker (Dracula Starring Mickey Mouse)

Prelim I: Clary Fairchild for Jonathan Christopher “Jace” Herondale (The Mortal Instruments) vs Marisol Garza for Jonathan “Jon” Cartwright (The Shadowhunter Chronicles) vs Jo Lupo for Zane Donovan (Eureka) vs Robert Martin for Janet van de Graff (The Drowsy Chaperone)

Prelim J: Rebecca St. Claire for Jack Secord (Warehouse 13) vs David for Giovanni (Giovanni’s Room) vs Lucy Moderatz for Jack Pullman (While You Were Sleeping) vs Petra Solano for Jane “JR” Ramos (Jane the Virgin)

Prelim K: Scott Summers for Jean Gray (Marvel) vs Hessa for John the Baptist (The Wife of John the Baptist) vs Helen Wick for John Wick (John Wick) vs Patrick Bateman for Jean (American Psycho: The Musical)

#yeehaw #proper tags what are those #they’ll be on the individual polls #but there are over fifty here so #also let me know if I messed up anything #so I can correct it before I make the polls #don’t ask how long this took

[jessicanjpa]

My headcanon for the Cullens if they were the Bridge Crew/Senior Staff of a Starfleet vessel. (We're going with TOS division colors here, because Carlisle would look terrible in red TNG Era pips tho)

The Crew of the USS Olympic (NCC-10505)

🌟🌟🌟🌟🟨

Captain Carlisle Cullen - Triple C among the Cadets. A legend with Kirk's good looks, Picard's strong ethics and Pike's comforting charm (and Pike's good looks and Pike's ethics). Came up through the Medical division, was tipped for Head of Starfleet Medical but was too dedicated to his ship and crew. Misses being a doctor though.

🌟🌟🌟🟦

Commander Esme A. Platt, First Officer and Ship's Counselor (she's Carlisle's number one)

🌟🌟⭐️ 🟥

Lt. Commander Rosalie Hale, Chief Engineer and second officer

🌟🌟⭐️🟨

Lt. Commander Jasper Whitlock, Chief Tactical Officer

🌟🌟🟥

Lieutentant Emmett McCarty, Chief Security Officer

🌟🌟🟥

Lieutentant Mary Alice Brandon, Ops

🌟⭐️🟨

Lt. Jr. Grade Edward Anthony Masen, Helmsman

🌟🟦

Ensign Isabella Swan, Science Officer

Alternatively you could make Esme the Captain and Carlisle the Chief Medical officer, But I don't think Carlisle would look that good in Blue/turquoise

Also I originally had Bella designated as "Random Bridge Ensign/Redshirt?" But I wanted to put her in a science position since she looks so good in blue and she's such a wiz at Biology apparently.

Yessss love all these. I also see Carlisle as the reluctant leader who misses being a CMO. He's always finding reasons to wander into Sickbay and they have to keep finding polite reasons to kick him out.

Esme for the ship's counselor, absolutely. There's a longstanding joke on the bridge that she's actually the one in charge (she's half Orion).

I have Edward as the first officer (a little older I guess). He used to be in security but he got a couple battlefield promotions during the Dominion War. Carlisle saved his life during one of those battles and he saved Carlisle's life in the other. He demonstrated a unique talent for "reading" their opponents during negotiations and standoffs. Carlisle nudged him onto a command career path and he excelled despite his youth. No one will play poker with him, though. He's Bajoran—the Dominion War was a particularly difficult time for him because he felt so torn about remaining Starfleet vs resigning so he could join the resistance at home. He's still not sure he made the right decision.

Agreed, Rosalie is the Chief Engineer and Second Officer. She's bitter about Edward's promotion and feels that Carlisle has passed her over, but she's a killer engineer and even she has to admit she doesn't want to leave Engineering. Especially since she had a hand in designing the Olympic's warp drive.

Emmett is the helmsman. He's an NCO and proud of it. He and Rosalie served on the Olympic for almost a full year before they said two words to each other, and those first words were shouts after Emmett executed a particularly reckless maneuver (a.k.a. "saved the ship") in an asteroid field that damaged the port nacelle. They were married less than two months later. Tom and B'Elanna have nothing on these two for inappropriate PDA in various parts of the ship.

Alice at Ops, I love it! That's so perfect. She's that character who always comes up with bizarre ideas for how to modify their usual scans to pick up the subtlest anomaly.

And yes, Jasper at Tactical. But he also works for Section 31—he's been trying to get out for years, but they're not about to let a Betazoid go. He might be willing to jeopardize his own career (they have enough dirt on his younger, stupider days to guarantee a court martial), but their latest threat included a polite mention of Alice's history with the Maki under an assumed name. So that's that. Jasper reports directly to Admiral Aro.

My Bella is a civilian; she just came to the Olympic as a new teacher. She's crossed paths with the brooding, handsome first officer but they haven't spoken yet. It took her two weeks to stop getting lost in the corridors (she refuses to ask the computer for directions).

#Inbox #This was fun haha #Cullens #Twitrek #Crossover

[nyanmarumori]

Who would have known, Tokugawa/Hitotsubashi Nobunobu looks like the love child of Levi Ackerman and Erwin Smith.

#no I'm nowhere near the episodes with him #he was mentioned and I had to look up the unknown Tokugawa #tokugawa nobunobu #hitotsubashi nobunobu #levi ackerman #erwin smith #commander handsome jr #gintama #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #my pics #anime #anime babbles

[holographicang3l]

My hot take on the Evangelion 3.0+1.0 movie

-40 mins of shinji crying, trying to get over the trauma seeing Kaworus head explode and splatter across the window is relatable.

- Mari confused the fuck out of me. Her existence didn't make much sense but ok. Too much boob shots, too much fan service.

- Asukas story was good. Liked that she's also a Type series like Rei. Too much fanserves. They put a shit ton of detail on her naked body. I hated it.

- the Angel concept of Asuka was cool though it was predictable.

- So little of Ritsuko and Misato. Little to no personality.

- Kaji probably controlled Mark 6 to cut off Liliths head to stop the impact. (theory / headcanon / could have been kaworu as well but damn)

- hated that everyone was blaming shinji even tho he saved everyone at the same time. Ungreatful people, trying to blame a kid for ALLL the mess is pretty messed up.

- Kaworu and Asukas soul piloting Eva 13 lmao (I assume at least that's the case)

- I was laughing so ugly about the animation fo 3d Rei. Didn't give me the creeps, I was just making fun of it.

- some scenes are quiet awkwardly cut.

-I HATED the 3d fight between Eva 13 and Eva 1. It felt unfinished and unpolished.

- I did like the trueman show style of backdrop in the fight, where Eva 01 slammed through the scene wall.

- funny headless mannequin flying hand in hand 3d style. Looked ugly af but I can see the artistics in it.

- Weird but, the voice of Fuyutsuki sounded off, as if it was wrongly recorded. Maybe it was just me.

- "The key of Nebukadnezar ITS FULL CYCLE BOYS" urgh.

- Shinji putting the fucking dss choker on like the Chad he is.

- finally got in the fucking robot. What a huge Chad.

-crying kaworu was nice. Made him more human.

- didn't see it as if Shinji thinks Kaworu as his father figure, Idk how people can interpret that shit. They just come off as similar. Just because I see someone similar to a family member doesn't mean that I see them as a father or mother figure yall just interpret what you want to.

- Timeloop theory confirmed, we did it boys, depression is no more.

- it felt like a shit ton of things got cut off due to the awkward pacing, dialouge and some scenes.

- Ryo-chan I can't fucking-

- Commander Nagisa ✨ It was all an elaborate plan. Kaworu probably developed the Anti L- barrier thing or at least helped. (headcanon)

- Kaji was like father to me (probably kaworu somehow)

- melon farmer Kaworu confirmed

- Adult shinji, bantering with Mari.

-don't like the boob thing tho.

- hated the fan service. Loaded like a baked potato.

-Rei was fucking cute

- I would die for her.

- Fuck gendou

-I will not sympathies with a fucking egomaniac.

- dude fucked humanity bcs he couldn't accept the death of his wife.

- super obsessed.

-what a moron. I swear.

- Gendo hugging Shinji was cute tho.

- can't accept his apology tho, still asshole, can go rot in hell.

- All parents are assholes in Eva except Touji and Hikari.

-Tsubume and Rei fucking cute I swear.

- Kensuke is the ultimate winner, he looks handsome. Would fuck

- Rei and the farmer woman were cute, I want more content.

- End scene was stupid.

- the ending in general was good tho.

- felt bitter sweet but also satisfying.

- One LAST kiss slaps

- What if?: orchestra, piano slapped my soul into the Anti universe and now I'm sitting on the Golgatha object, ready to find Kaworu.

- I wanted them to be all happy.

-hopefully they are.

- Mari and Shinji probably endgame

- probably just friends tho, I mean come on.

-kawoshinners are crying.

- Kaworu going to super hell (predicted, it's all full cycle kids, go home)

MORE STUFF!!

- Maria Iskariot?! I mean what (yeah I know what the innuation is here but still)

- Asuka is a clone, guess Langley was the Original but died and the Shikinami series was deployed Idk, I'm not anno.

- Fucking technoblabble and pseudo-philosophy

- my brain melted trying to understand half of the bs that was spoken about

- I like Ryoji Kaji Jr. He's cute. I want 500 fanfics of him being a cute gardener and being best friends with kaworu (please im in pain help me)

- Parallels between Gendou and Ritsuko shooting at each other *chefs kiss*

- the detail in the scenery was just amazing.

- I'm a headless wandering Eva (no thoughts head empty)

- I missed the mass production Eva's (way cooler though I really liked the skull Eva's as well)

- give me a 14 years before prequel or give me death (probably gonna die before it comes out)

- I swear I was so sad when doppelganger Rei busted into Fanta, best development of Rei ngl

- I can not stop my anger with Gendou I swear.

-I don't care how he's written Gendo/ Gendou/Gendoh, all versions are assholes

- That L barrier thing in Asukas eye was the most painful thing to watch. Body gore Asuka as always.

- NEON GENESIS

- "I'll come and get you Shinji" SHUT UP

- The self insert story was funny tho ngl

- That hair flip was fabulous

- KaWoRu AnD rEi aRe StAnDinG in ClOsE pRoXiMiTy ThEy mUsT bE tOgEtHeR (what the fuck, can't people have normal friends from the other gender? )

- ShInJi aNd MaRi hElD hAnDs ThEy mUsT bE tOgEThEr (what the fuck, can't friends of the other gender hold hands? Does that mean I'm dating my best friend for holding his hand?! MAKE SENSE PEOPLE)

- UwU Asushin is Canon UwU (In the past maybe, was a huge cockblock from anno here, go cry in a corner and read your top rated evageek hentai manga of Asuka x Shinji Jesus christ (don't slaughter me) )

- God is dead after the stunt Gendou pulled and Kawoshin is (no) more (lmao no but yes but no, don't slaughter me)

- UNIT8 be like: "you're talking mad shit for someone being in consuming range" and proceeds to eat all the units (vore is strong in this one)

- Eva 13 and Eva 1 hugging (and penetrating) best shit I've seen

- Maris scream for Asuka was painful. It ripped my heart in pieces.

- Angel Unit2 was too short. I want more of that.

-That tiny Kaworu in the background while Angel Asuka absorbs Shikinami (I don't know fam, the movie is confusing)

- I read somewhere that Headless kaworu corpse playing the piano in the entry plug was cut off from the script and Im not sure if that is true but I would have LOVED TO SEE IT

- Eva 3.0+1.0 was annos huge middle finger to all of Evangelion and I love it.

- tells us to grow up and stop hyperfocusing at the characters proceeds to make them as sexual as possible lmfaooo

- That Lance of WILLE thing looks like something out of Darling in the FRANXX series and I laughed so hard.

- YUI Yui YUI YUI Yui Yui YUI

- there you are YUI?!

- Mom was in me (I want to die)

- Gonna use plot device shit to make a Lance out of a spine (damn shinji obtained a backbone to defeat his deadbeat father, I would have never seen this coming *irony*)

- Gotta defeat your dad with the power of friendship TALKING (like any human being does)

- Anno says byebye (proceeds to think of 14 years past prequel, it makes money so I guess)

- Anno says grow up, proceeds to slap the fans in the face that you should stop using escapism as a coping mechanism in a world that makes you feel miserable and being in constant pressure to uphold a stupid image and start to live even though you're forced to work as much as possible with makes living hard af (I dotn know if you understand what I was trying to tell with this but if you do *Finger guns*)

- Give me the uncut version in a year or I riot

Thanks.

#evangelion #Spoilers #evangelion 3.0+1.0 #SPOILERS

[hellothere-generalangsty]

The Bad Batch - Quart d’Heure Américain

Summary: In French, we use the expression “quart d’heure Américain” (lit. “American quarter”; I think it’s “Lady’s choice” in English) to talk about that moment during an evening out/ a party where they play slows and couples dance together (very sweet and romantic, yes)

So here is the Quart d’Heure Américain, Bad Batch Edition™

Pairing: Crosshair x reader; Echo x reader; Hunter x reader; Tech x reader; Wrecker x reader; the Bad Batch x reader

Reader description:  f!reader [she/her], no real physical description

Word Count: 5463 words

CW/ TW: Nothing, just pure fluff and cute relationships (some established, one not quite yet) also there’s a LIL BIT of someone being sad/ a LIL BIT in pain BUT promise it doesn’t last and it gets all soft

Tags: @loth-wolffe @m-o-o-n-s-g-o-o-n-s @allamarisss

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Notes: This is for you all, because you deserve it and I hope it’ll sooth whatever you need soothed; and here is a quote that quite grasp the concept of this small fic

“Quand je danse, je danse” –Montaigne (“when I dance, I dance”; enjoy the moment and don’t think about anything else)

Crosshair: Something Stupid – Nancy Sinatra, Frank Sinatra (1177 words)

Had someone asked you beforehand, you never would have been able to tell that Crosshair was an amazing dancer. You didn’t expected him to invite you out that night, especially not when everyone in town was speaking about this Dancing Night. But he did, and now he was next to you, moving like he had done it all his life.

“You’re doing great, mesh’la,” he complimented as you tripped on your feet.

“I already told you,” you nodded a thank you when he helped you get back up, “I don’t understand Mando’a.”

Well, you did, but only a few words. You grew used to them, because Crosshair would use them all the time when speaking to you, but never once did he told you what they meant. So you did what every logical person would have done, and asked Tech.

“Well, mesh’la could be translated to ‘beautiful’, and cyare to something like ‘love’ or ‘my heart’. Why you asking?”

“I heard that on the radio, in a song once and I just wanted to know what it meant. Thanks Tech!”

And you had left him as soon as he was done explaining their meaning to you, because the more you stayed here, the more he could guess why you really asked. But you didn’t want Crosshair to stop calling you mesh’la or cyare. It sounded so peculiar when he would whisper it close to your ear as he would walk behind you; “out of my way mesh’la”, “you truly are a lost cause, cyare”. It wasn’t really a lie not to tell him you knew; more of a covered truth.

The song changed and went from a catchy tone to a slower, more sensual one. Crosshair waited for you to come to him before gently grasping your waist, a hand holding your own, fingers folded around yours. He pulled you closer, so close you could feel his chest moving according to his breath. You looked straight at him, trying to decipher his expression, to find any feeling uncovered behind those bewitching whisky eyes.

“Are you scanning me?” he softly asked.

“Maybe.” you confessed. “I want to know what’s going on behind this pretty face.”

It slipped out. You didn’t mean to say that; yes, he had a pretty face, yes you meant it, but-

“I think, about you mostly.”

Ho.

“You’re…pretty.” He sharply nodded, as a way to keep up his facade. You almost tripped over again, so taken aback by his little confession.

“Sorry,” you muttered, “sorry, I- that’s very… very kind of you to say.”

He didn’t say anything, but the grip on your waist tightened. You decided to try it, and slowly came to rest your head on his chest. You could hear his heart beating, muffled by the layers of skin and cloth. You felt a cold spot on your waist, and a hand brushing your hair off of your face, tucking them behind your ear before resting on your shoulder.

You couldn’t yet guess it, but he was craving for more, he wanted you closer to him, wanted to bury his face in your neck, hum your scent and kiss you all the way to your jawline, your cheek, the tip of your nose; and your lips.

But never once did he flinch, or let out any sign of his heart bleeding to feel you so close, yet so out of reach. Instead he held you there, slowly leading the dance, almost silently telling you to “move left, come back to me, and left again; great job mesh’la”.

He couldn’t yet guess it, but you were craving for more. More Mando’a’s nicknames, more gentle touch on your face and body, maybe a bit of appreciation in his eyes, a bit of love on his mouth.

And you thought you could hold on, spend the night glued to his body, feeling the warmth of his embrace, the delicacy of his moves; and still be able to pull out a straight face, to pretend mesh’la and cyare were unknown words to you, that your heart wasn’t racing at the sole thought of getting more.

But you didn’t.

“Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum”.

It slipped out tenderly, purposefully. And this time, he almost tripped on his feet.

“What did you say?”

You raised your head, taking a small step back to look at him in the eyes.

“I said I love you, but I guess my accent sucks a bit. I- I asked Tech about it last time.” You confessed in a small voice.

Crosshair couldn’t even speak anymore. He completely stopped moving, staring at you like you were the only one here, with him.

“Look, we can just…forget about it if yo-”

“Shut up.”

Your eyes widened at the command, and nothing could have prepared you to the devastatingly exquisite sensation of his lips brushing against yours before completely diving in. Nothing could compare to the fire in your belly, to the sweet bite on your lower lip, his teeth briefly pulling on it before letting go; and the overwhelming sensation filling your mouth as his tongue caressed yours in a heated, terribly slow kiss.

None of you could pull away; if he tried to release your lips, you would dive right back in, and if you gasped for air he would barely give you time to breathe before coming back to you. He couldn’t resist the urge to hold you tight in his arms, and you were too afraid of letting go so you firmly held his face against yours.

You felt his weight shifting to the left, then to the right, and once again you followed his lead. You felt it, the uncontrollable grin against your mouth, and the way he spin round with you, making sure no one else but you existed in that moment.

When you finally let go of each other, you were both heavily breathing, and a mutual stare was enough to get you both chuckling like kids.

Yes, you loved him, with all of your heart and soul, and you would gladly learn more Mando’a if it got you that type of enthusiastic reaction every time you did so.

“Your accent is actually quite cute,” he managed to tell you, and your smile only grew wider, and his eyes only got lovelier. “But maybe you should say it again, just in case it was luck.”

“I sure will, but I think I need you to tell me; how do you say it, again?”

He shook his head, both defeated and amused.

“Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum.”

“Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum”, you repeated, and he nodded in approval. “I think I won this round.”

“You did.”

He grabbed your arms and pulled you closer, leaving small misses on your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, and your lips. The song was over; it had been for a few minutes now; but you didn’t care. Crosshair was still dancing with you, his hands on your back, a smile on his face; and maker he was even more handsome when he smiled. You had him, and he had you, and you were glad you said something as stupid and childish, and sincere and deep as this.

I love you.

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 Echo: Everybody Loves Somebody – Dean Martin (1168 words)

“Alright, open your eyes.”

Echo’s voice tickled your ear, making you smile. Your eyes had no trouble getting used to the light outside; it was dusk already, and a small campfire was gently crackling a few meters away from the Havoc Marauder. Earlier that day, you made a stop on an isolated planet to get some supplies and land foot for the night. It was a quiet place, mostly villages and beautiful landscapes, covered in grass, moss, and flowers like you’d never seen before.

Echo asked you to wait inside, and it had been almost an hour, but now that you were standing here…

“Is it…Did you do that for me?”

“I’d dare say for us,” Echo smiled, “today is a special day for us, remember?”

Ho.

“You forgot, right?”

“Echo, I’m so sorry, I-”

“Don’t be! I kinda hoped you would, this way it could be a real surprise for you.”

You couldn’t quite tell what about him always got you flustered. Maybe the way he was fondly looking at you, or the softness in his voice when he whispered “Surprise!”, or how he left your side for a moment, bending over the blanket to grab a small package before giving it to you.

“I don’t have anything for you,” you quietly confessed.

“Take it.”

You accepted the gift, giving him another look of apology, but all you saw in his eyes was…something soft – soft and loving.

You carefully unwrapped the paper, exposing a Tooka plush, proudly wearing the colours of the Bad Batch.

“I thought it was more than time for you to have your own.” he said as he got closer to you, a smile glued to his face. “Do you like it?”

You barely nodded, too occupied trying to decipher your gift. The limbs were gracefully mixing a red and black pattern, and the symbol of the Republic’s paramedic had been carefully stitched in white, where the heart should be. You softly stroke it, the tip of your finger following the edges of the seam.

“I.. I love it,” you couldn’t help but smile at the attention. “I’ll call him Handsome Jr.”

“Whatever pleases you, love.”

You shifted you attention to Echo, the lovely grin on his face making your heart melt even more. You closed the gap between the two of you, wrapping your arms around his waist, just above his prosthetics. He held you against his chest, resting his chin on your head.

“I’ll get you something tomorrow, I’ll be up before the sun.”

“I already have everything I need, cyare.”

“Echo…,” you chuckled, “I don’t want you to get nothing. It’s an important date for us.”

“Well, if you insist…There is something you could do for me.”

“Anything, Handsome.”

He waited an instant, savouring your embrace.

“Would you dance with me? The way we did that night?”

You remembered that night. It was quite some time ago, before the Citadel. Echo invited you to the base you were both settled in for the night, on Corusant. His general gave his troopers a night off, and his first thought was to take you out on a date. You remembered the way Fives came up your office, panting, still fully armoured, and asked you to follow him. You didn’t know it at the time, but Echo and some of his brothers were taking care of decorating and preparing dinner.

You remembered the cantina being empty, except for a table with two plates and beautiful flowers in a glass way too small for them; and how every clone you had crossed path with in the hallway innocently smiled at you. They knew, obviously, but none of them made any comment, only wishing you a good night.

You remembered Echo, blacks on and slightly stylised for the occasion, offering his hand to you for a dance. And you repeated the answer you gave him that night.

“Of course, Handsome. I’d love that.”

He took a step back, looking at you intensely, falling in love all over again with the shape of your face, the light in your eyes, and the delicacy of your lips. He wanted to kiss them, so badly, but there was still something to do before that.

A static sound resonated behind you, and a voice emerged from it.

“Not that- The other one, Tech.” Echo threw a look at his brother, who was already changing the station, until he got the right one. He then barely let slip a “Pretend I don’t exist.” before disappearing inside the ship.

“Sounds familiar,” you joked, thinking about the way Fives did the same things all those years ago.

“Some things never change, right?”

You didn’t need to hear the end of the sentence; his eyes were speaking for him. He brought you closer, his prosthetic arm gently pressing your waist as his left hand held yours. The Citadel changed him, but deep down he was; and would always be, your Echo.

“You’re so beautiful, my pretty boy,” you said, stroking his cheek with your thumb. “Some things indeed never change.”

He chuckled and started moving his legs, inviting you to follow his lead. He never really had a chance to dance since he joined the Bad Batch, but tonight; tonight was all he needed. Holding you close, smelling your hair, delicately balancing you on your left, a step back, on your left, a step back…

“Your love made it worth waiting.”

You slowly raised your head until you could look at him. His eyes were shining, wet from the emotion, filled with adoration and fond memories of you both. You smiled, trying to swallow the knot forming in your throat. His hold on you was so gentle, his smile so sincere. You knew he was falling in love with you all over again. You knew, because you were too.

You let your hand slide to his neck, pushed yourself on your tiptoes until you could feel his warm breath tickling your face. He tightened his grip, pressing his lips against yours, abandoning himself in your arms, making you feel like nothing but you mattered.

His kiss was gentle, he took the time to taste you, for the first time, the hundredth, the thousandth; it didn’t matter. Even after all these years, he couldn’t get used to the softness of your lips, the warmth of your tongue, the dizziness in his head and the knots in his stomach when you were confessing, wordlessly, your love for him.

Nothing broke you apart. The sun could go down, the song could stop, but none of it mattered, because all you truly needed was each other.

“Waiting for someone like you.” you finally replied.

“Waiting for you, and only you.”

You kissed him again, taking great delight in the sensation of your pounding heart, of his tongue against yours, of his hand letting go of yours to slim on your waist, down to you hip, finding his way to the back of your pant.

He was all you ever needed.

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Hunter: Ain’t No Mountain High Enough – Marvin Gaye (989 words)

“Everyone, out, let’s go.”

Hunter waved his hand toward the door, a tired, maybe a bit painful expression glued to his face. Hi brothers obeyed, knowing what it meant, and left the room in silence. You tried to copy them, because you knew Hunter was getting overwhelmed by his senses; it happened sometimes, and you knew you couldn’t sooth his pain by remaining with him. But he firmly pressed his hand against your chest.

“Not you.”

Echo closed the door behind the two of you, giving you a sympathetic look before disappearing behind the grey metal sliding. Hunter tilted his head back until it touched the cold wall behind him, letting a long sigh slip from between his lips.

“Could you turn off the light, please?” he barely whispered to you, eyes closed.

You nodded, even though he couldn’t say, and switched the light off. All that remained was the small, dim blue light above your head. Tech had it installed after a bad power cut that lasted three days. Hunted asked for the blue shade, because it was the one which was the less aggressive to his eyes. You liked it, because it nicely highlighted his features, blending his tattoo a bit more with his skin, making the marking look almost natural.

You could hear him, deeply inhaling, slowly exhaling; probably trying to sooth the pain away. After a moment, he opened his hand to you, and you gently took it, slightly stroking the skin on his palm with the tip of your thumb.

“Love you.”

You softly kissed his knuckles.

“Missed you, too.”

His voice was barely breaking the silence of the room, but you still heard him relaxing a bit more.

“Can you hug me, sweetheart?”

He couldn’t bring himself to open his eyes, even if he truly wanted to. He managed to cut off sound and light, because he wanted to focus on your touch, and your touch only. And it felt great when your arms delicately wrapped him, when your body pressed against his, holding still as you listened to his heartbeat.

“Is it okay like this?” you asked, and he nodded, a light smile on his face. “I love you too.”

He straightened up his head, blindly stroking your back, his hand getting lower and lower…

“I see what this was all about.” And the smile in your voice betrayed you, and the chuckle he let out showed you he felt a bit better.

“I just wanted some time with you, sweet thing” Hunter stated, innocent.

“Well, here I am now, pretty boy.”

He finally opened his eyes, taking a few seconds to get used to the lighting, but immediately shifting his attention to you, your face. You were another kind of beautiful; the kind he could hold against him at night when he had troubles sleeping; the kind that could sit on his lap, telling him all about your day while he stroked your hair; the kind of beautiful that he never knew he could have.

He gave you a soft kiss, humming your scent as his lips brushed yours, and you tried as hard as you could not to make it too much for him. But how could you, when he tightened his embrace, humming to you that song you liked so much, when you could feel his warm breath against the crook of your neck, and his low, slightly raspy whispering in your ear.

“From that day on, I made a vow…” a kiss on your skin, “I’ll be there when you want me…” another kiss, gentle, loving.

He pushed himself away from the wall, his head buried against you, singing to you the way you liked it, and it came naturally to you both. He balanced you one side, you came back and led him to the other side, and you kept going like this, following the low rhythm of his voice, barely giggling when he would – more or less in a dramatic and theatrical movement – bend you over like in those holomovies, pressing kisses against your neck, your jawline, crawling his way back to your mouth.

That mouth. Hunter missed it so much, the way you moved it, the softness of your lips, the warmth of your tongue, and the tight embrace as you tried to remember each curve, each spot; barely biting his lip to let you know you were here, you missed him too.

And you couldn’t help but fall in love again when he kept humming against you, when he led your hands to his lower back, a grin painting itself as they slid down the back of his pants.

“I love your heart,” he told you, lips on your skin, “the way it beats. I hear it pumping faster when I hold you, and- maker, I love it.”

He abandoned your neck for a moment, diving into your eyes like it was the first time ever, hypnotised by the blue reflection on your iris.

“I love you, the way you feel under my fingers,” he touched your face with the tip of his thumb, “the way your brush your hair over your shoulder, how you always come back to me when the lights are out and the night is still; I love you and your smile,” you granted him one, tender and oh so caring, “and your eyes, and your mouth. I love how you move your hips when you dance with me, how you crave for closeness, and how I can’t do anything but offer it to you every time, all the time.”

And you knew words couldn’t possibly offer a good answer, so you simply hummed back.

“Nothing could keep me from getting to you, baby.”

He let out a sweet laugh, kissing your nose and the top of your head, seeking for your embrace once again as you led him dancing.

“I know, sweetheart.”

And I love you for that, too.

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Tech: My Guy (Single Version) Mary Wells (1078 words)

You didn’t expected Tech to ask you out tonight. He was usually quite content living around the Marauder, but when you walked next to that clothing shop, something ticked in him. He dragged you in, told you all about the different tissues, how the colours were applied, how the stitches on this dress were obviously done by Twi’leks because you see that little knot? This is a signature from the crafters, more precisely from the members of a tribe that moved around…

You loved hearing him talking. Sometimes you would ask him a question, fully aware of the answer, simply because you were eager to hear it coming from him. And every time, without any hesitation, he would answer with as much precision as possible. He probably didn’t know it, but it was one of the reason you fell for him.

“What about this one, cyar’ika?”

“This one would fit you perfectly.” he had held the dress against your body, bending his back to get a better look at it. “The colour matches your skin tone and the shape would really highlight the curves of your hips.”

“Then I’ll take this one.” You had nodded with a smile.

And now, a few hours later, you were wearing said dress while walking to the counter of the restaurant to order another drink. As the bartender was pouring a blue liquid in a fancy glass, a man smoothly accosted you.

“Were you sculpted out of Kyber crystal? Because you sure bring some light in here.”

“Thanks, but it’s mostly because my cyare chose that dress for me,” you confessed.

“Well, he sure have good tastes,” he took a step back and pursued, “may I ask which one of these…?”

He threw a look at the tables around, and you pointed to the one where Tech was visibly waiting for you, waving when he noticed you looking at him.

“Is it…Is it him?”

“It is indeed,” you fondly smiled.

“Well, at least he got some taste in dresses and women,” he conceded, visibly surprised by his “intellectual” look. But you couldn’t care less, because he didn’t had Wrecker’s body, or Hunter’s features; but he had soft shapes and sweet lips, he knew everything there was to know, and even more, because he loved learning almost as much as he loved you.

You grabbed your drinks and started walking away, only turning around to slide a little “Glad you recognise it” before returning to your table. When you pushed his glass in front of him, Tech gently grasped your hand.

“Thank you for the drink,” he glanced at your body, a little something lightening his eyes, “and for buying that dress. You really are the prettiest.”

“I couldn’t be that pretty if I didn’t have you to tell me all about cloths, you know.”

“Love, you could wear sheets and you’d still be the most beautiful person I’d ever seen.”

You slightly bent over, bringing his hand close to your lips, kissing his knuckles as a thank you. There was a brief silence, Tech analysing every inch of your face, so focused on the curves of your lips and the shape of your eyes that he stopped talking.

And you heard it. The soft music playing in a corner of the room. When you looked behind Tech, you noticed a jukebox, and a few people dancing. You got up, pulling on Tech’s arm to drag him with you to that part of the room. He tried to protest, but the way you moved in that dress, how it fell oh so delicately on your knees… He couldn’t resist.

He grabbed your waist, offering you a soft kiss on the cheek as you started swinging in rhythm, left, right, left, right, and a turn. In a second, you were barely touching his hand, and then you were pulled against him, spinning round until you crushed in his arms.

He chuckled, bewitched by your smile, your movements, and you could tell he only had eyes for you. Truth be told, he was all you could focus on too. Nothing could take your attention off your guy, because nothing could equal his lovely smile or the soft kisses he landed on your lips every time he pulled you against him before letting you spin away in rhythm.

“Cyar’ika, tell me all about dance.” You asked, panting a bit.

“Well, you have to be more precise, because there are a lot of dances out there,” he laughed, and you felt your heart melting at the warmth of his voice.

“Then tell me about all of them. Tell me about this one,” and you wrapped your arms around his neck, breathing slowly to calm your racing heart.

“This one would be a form of slow dancing, quite far from the twists and swings you did earlier,” he confessed in your ear, making you shiver. “but initially it was a- well, it depends of the planet actually, but it was originally a ritual to make official a relationship between different people.”

“So if you danced with someone, it meant you had a certain relationship with them?”

He firmly grabbed your waist, lifting you for a few seconds as he turned round.

“Exactly, it meant you shared a profound bond with them, that you were able to get comfortable with them being very close to you…”, he let you spin away from him, “or very far.”

You proudly smiled at him, letting go of his hand and taking a step back. He understood what you intended to do and grounded himself, catching you up without any problem as you run into his arms.

“Well,” you muttered in the crook of his neck, “I don’t want to be far from you, smart boy.”

“And I don’t want you away from me, pretty girl.”

You lifted your head to look at his eyes, filled with love and appreciation. The music stopped as you filled the gap between the two of you, kissing him with the same energy you had dancing. You could feel him smiling against your lips, carrying you like you weighted nothing until you let go, sliding back onto your feet.

You kissed him once again, a gentler contact, taking your time to memorize the shape of his mouth, the soft touch of his hands on your hips, the smooth tone he used to tell you how fitting this dress was.

Yeah, nothing could compare to your guy, your Tech.

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Wrecker: You Aksed Me To Be Yours – The Tymes (972 words)

You knew the mission was rough when Wrecker struggled to give you a full smile as you entered the cockpit. He was sitting there, all alone, and your heart got tight when you heard his low “hi, mesh’la”.

“You want to talk about it?”

He refused with a shake of his head, visibly upset.

“Do you want me to leave you alone?”

“No, I want you to stay. I- I need company.”

You quietly nodded, offering your hand to him, which he held close to his heart. You kissed the top of his head, softly rubbing his check with your free hand. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting himself rest on the embrace, taking a long, deep breath.

“I’ve missed you,” he whispered, “t’was a long day without you.”

“I’m here now.”

The remark made him smile a bit, as he realised that you were indeed here with him. He pulled you closer to him to hug you, straightening in his seat so you wouldn’t have to bend too much to snuggle in his arms.

“You smell good. You always smell good, it’s amazing.”

You slightly blushed, letting out an amused sigh. Even when things went wrong, he always found something positive to comment on. People usually looked at him as the “big dummy”, but you knew how sensitive and emotionally invested he really was, under all the muscles and loud exclamations.

“Do you think we could, like…get up for a bit?” he asked, hesitant.

“Sure, everything’s fine?” You let go of his grip and helped him get up. He wrapped his arms around you, resting his forehead on your shoulder.

“Yeah, t’s’all fine,” he murmured, “I just wanted us to stand.”

You rubbed his back, slow movements tracing imaginary lines and shapes against his blacks. He let out a sigh, tired yet satisfied. You felt the upper part of his body move; slightly at first, rocking from one side to the other. When he felt you following his lead, and with the absence of any question or remarks, he marked a more regular pace in his balancing.

You started humming, lips barely touching the skin on his neck, your warm breath tickling him until a light shiver shook his back. You left kisses, here and there, still humming the song you heard on the radio earlier that day. It was a beautiful ballad, something sweet about love and closeness. You found parts of Wrecker in the lyrics, and knew you’d have to sing it to him.

It wasn’t the first time Wrecker did something like that. Usually he would do it before going to bed, or after a long time away from you. He would grip you tight, whispering soft words to your ear, telling you how much he missed you, how pretty you were, how lucky he felt to have you in his life. But this time, you wanted to make that first move.

“I see that love is there, so real and so true…”

You felt his fingers tighten, then relax. The rocking slowly turned into a dance, moving step by step, never following a precise direction. Your voice was a balm to him, healing the wounds no one could see, covering his heart with warmth and love.

He slightly let go of you, just enough to dive into your eyes, scrutinizing the details in your iris, the way light reflected on them, adding to the sparkle they usually carried. You could see how his attention shifted from your eyes to your lips, then your eyes again, and the delicacy in his silent ask. You gave him your most heartfelt smile, and he leaned toward you, kissing you in a tender, desperate way, as if something or someone would come in at any moment and rip you both away from each other.

You let his tongue meet yours, dancing the way your bodies were. His hands left your waist, raising to cup your face and pulls you even closer to him. You held his wrists, preventing him from pulling away, savouring the taste of love coming out of his mouth.

He only broke the kiss when he truly needed to breathe, deeply inhaling and exhaling. You couldn’t stop a chuckle, to which he grinned.

“I know, I know…”

“How do you expect to kiss me if you faint?”

“I don’t know!” he laughed, his nose wrinkling in such a lovely way. You could read through him like an open book, and now you just knew he was contemplating how beautiful, and soft, and delicate you were. “I don’t know, I just want you. I want to hold you, and kiss you, and dance with you all night.”

You pecked his scarred cheek, nodded in approval.

“Then let’s dance all night, and hold onto each other, and kiss you breathless.”

He relaxed the tension in his shoulders, visibly happier than when you arrived.

“Can you sing that song again? I really liked it.”

His eyes gleamed with happiness when you took back where you stopped. You couldn’t tell if you got all the lyrics right, but it didn’t matter to Wrecker. You were here, ready to spend the whole night on your feet just to make him feel better, and it was already working so well. But he never told you so, too content to hug you and kiss you and feel you.

And you, of course you knew. But you played along, because you loved him so dearly, so profoundly that you could spend every night in this cockpit, humming and swinging with him, as long as you could feel his breath on your neck, his hands stroking your hair and your back, his lips pressing against your skin, where he knew he could get a shiver from you.

“Thank you, cyar’ika.”

“Anything for you, ner Wrecker.”

Anything for you.

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I hope you guys enjoyed it; it's really not the angsty stuff I was supposed to work on (that I will do now) but I guess I just had a soft spot for the boys tonight and the songs I listened to didn't help getting over this idea!

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Just Like You (Carlisle x Reader)

I haven’t written for Carlisle in such a long time, I am so excited for this concept, also if you wanna get in the vibe I wrote this while listening just the two of us by Grover Washington Jr. Also this is for my girl @little-diable​. Enjoy!

Teaching was something (y/n) wanted to do since she was a little girl, at the time of course she was not aware of the responsibility however she loved the idea of what a teacher was, a kind and clever individual that spend their time trying to educate and help the younger ones. 

Certainly teaching in history in high school was a whole different roster though she never complained, she had this charismatic way of commanding the crowd and luring them in to listen to her and pay attention to what she was hear to do, teach. She loved her work so much she neglected herself and scoffed at her body’s needs, that as anyone can presume did not end well, by not ending well meaning she passed out from dehydration in the middle of the class. 

“Miss (y/l/n), can you hear me?”

She had slowly started to open her eyes when she was met with one of the what anyone would assume was an angel, how else could you justify the porcelain white poreless skin, the blonde hair and those enchanting eyes. 

“What happened?”

“I’m afraid you fainted, dehydration was the cause”

“Dehydration?”

“It’s in our nature to need water miss (y/l/n), you haven’t been really kind to your body”

She felt like such an idiot, she was laying there in front of the most handsome man because she forgot to drink water. Perfect introduction, just what she needed

“Well at least I finally got to meet the infamous history teacher”

“Infamous?”

“Of course, everyone has been talking about the young, beautiful and smart history teacher. My son Emmett told me you are the only teacher that made history interesting”

“Your son is Emmett? What type of Botox do you do?”

As he laughed she felt her heart skip, how could someone’s laugh be so melodic? She never cared for men, from her point of view most of them had no substance and seemed completely incompetent without having anything to add in her life. Still here she was, swooning over a mans laugh

“I had adopted him, also you will be surprised what a healthy lifestyle can do. Let’s start by making sure you drink your water, we can’t risk your gorgeous facial bone structure to be overshadowed by dry skin now can we?”

-

Carlisle had asked her on a date a few days after she had left the hospital, he had used the excuse of coming to school to ask for his adopted kids and walked in her break to purpose dinner.

It was the first time (y/n) felt comfortable with a man, he was everything she wanted in a man, kind, gracious, smart, self made and also left her alone when she needed some quiet me time, she felt like no one was leading the relationship it just flowed. They actually hadn’t even talked about “being official”, they were just together, enjoying each other and being at each other’s life effortlessly.

“Tell me about your family, you rarely speak about them”

The shock of finding out his... nature was gigantic, it almost costed the entire relationship, she was blindsided and baffled by the new concept of a mythical creature being a factual thing and also the man she had feelings for. When she finally got to understand and respect it she got in contact with him, he was more than delighted to hear from her, he didn’t even care she had almost disappeared for so long.

Now she laid next to him, her head on his cold chest as the sheets covered her naked body, their legs intertwined while his one hand went touched her hair, carefully to not cause any discomfort.

“My mother unfortunately passed away while giving birth to me, from what I was told my father changed after that incident, the gain of a child was not enough to make up for the loss of a spouse”

“I bet she was beautiful, just like you”

His chest slightly vibrated as he let out a soft cackle. He adored her soft side that rarely made an appearance and it was only when they were intimate and alone, it was a reminder that he didn’t really know her unless she allowed him to.

“He was a pastor, however I don’t believe the world of the lord is to kill the supposed minorities in His name”

“Another reason why I don’t believe in God”

“He called it getting rid of evil and sin, for most of them he had little to no proof of being witches or werewolves or vampires, it was usually the outcasts that happened to aggravate the wrong people”

She could feel that he wasn’t really fond of those memories, she felt guilty of bring up his past, even though she blamed it at him being an alive Wikipedia. Her favorite time with him was when they would lounge like this, flesh touching flesh and he would talk about all his travels and historical events, this to a history teacher was the equivalent to a kid that went to Disneyland.

She lifted her head and now allowed her chin to rest on his chest, her eyes catching his, a soft and tired smile played on her soft pink lips, he knew she was tired and sleepy, she always was after and yet she would never admit it, she claimed the stories are the icing on the cake.

“Do you think the corsets would look good on me?”

“I think everything looks good on you, let alone a corset. A nice little tuck that would make that lovely cleavage of yours the star of the night.”

It was her turn to giggle at his cheeky commenting on her breasts. He took it as an opportunity to flip over and lay on top of her, a little squeak that was followed by a laugh was heard in the dimly lit room, it was just enough for her to admire that gorgeous face of his. She reached with her palm to touch his cheek, giving him a gentle little caress 

“I think you would love the 20s”

“You mean before during or after the market crash and the Jim crow laws?”

“I meant seen you dance to jazz music in my arms”

“I suppose that could occur as well”

That’s when he leaned in to place a kiss on her lips he so much adored. He had hoped to find his mate for so long, now here she was, standing proudly and showing him what love really means. Acceptance, she accepted his kind and he accepted her independent and introverted nature, no one tried nor needed to change anything to the other, they accepted and respected each other to a sacred level.

“You are an amazing woman”

“So I’ve been told”

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[acklesterritory]

Bad Ideas_Ch. 1

Hey guys, I'm back with a new story.

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**Second*I'm planning on finishing this story in 2 parts but sometimes it can take longer so no promises.

Dean x Reader

This chapter words~4k

Series Warning: +18, a/b/o relationships, Dom/Sub(No details. You know I hate spoilers), Angst, Smut, Unprotected sex (You're wiser that that), Cheating, Language, Hurt reader

Summary: She was supposed to get married and imprint her beloved wolf but what happens when a dominant hunter shows up to hunt them?

This chapter song: Wild by John legend feat Gary Clark Jr. Listen here

And I stole @jay-and-dean 's divider *sorry*

Happy reading and may you leave me something cause feedbacks are writer's fuel.

Mad, Sad, pretty, savage, seductive, crazy!

An obvious alpha.

I knew it from the first time I laid my eyes on her.

Couple of weeks ago I was at a luxury restaurant in my Fed suit to meet a businessman who could be involved in our new case. Doing that random investigation, I was getting convinced that there ain't any useful information and he was nothing but a waste of the time. So I excused myself and left the table to call Sam in the lobby. He had to know it was a dead end. But just when I was putting my phone back in my pocket, someone grabbed my arm from behind and pushed me against the wall out of blue.

"Say your name."

Wasn't my first time to face a seductive woman but for some unknown reason her whisper sent a shiver down my spine and I couldn't stop my eyes from gazing at her curves in that elegant black outfit.

"Listen. I got myself into this awful situation where I had to face this filthy woman announcing everyone in my birthday party that she was sleeping with my fiance. So before he show up to stop me, I need you to help them realizing something very important about me. And that help will be appreciated. So make your mind. You can just simply say your name and mention your price or I will kill you to make a scene and skip everyone's pitty looks part." She told me, running her right leg up, between my legs. To make me feel the bulge of her thigh holester underneath her dress: *She had a gun*

Wetting my lips, I looked down into her eyes for a second. She had some make up on but I knew enough to be sure that wild look couldn't be fake. She was a werewolf who probably had no idea what she got herself into.

"Name's Dean." I bit on my lip. Why I let her know my real name? I had no idea. I didn't want to think about it either. I just wanted to hold my gaze there, Letting myself to catch on those burning flames in her eyes.

"And sorry sweetheart. I'm off the sale."

I brought my lips closer to her ear so she could hear my whisper. However I hadn't to bend so much. Even without those elegant highheels, she was taller than a normal chick.

"What do you want, then?" She almost hissed on my lips before I pushed her back.

"Maybe I want you to be even more angry. Who knows?" I joked, distracting her for a second by my intentional smirk.

"You are a hunter, aren't you?" This time she surprised.

"What?" I narrowed my eyes and peaked out the tongue to wet my lips when she turned around for a second to catch a glimpse of whoever was approaching us.

"Just save my honor and then I'm yours. Kill, rape, torture. I don't mind anymore." There was no regret, shame or sorrow in her tone. She just stated it like a random proven fact. No hesitation, no hard feelings, no doubts. She was speaking like a smart commander in a war field, negotiating with her enemy to just save the day.

And to be honest I was stunned by that behavior. I know that I could resist her when she right away reached out but the thing is I didn't want to. As soon as she snaked her arms around my neck, her smell surrounded me like a trap. A captivating one. So pleasant! Then her lips were on mine in a shameless open-mouthed kiss. With her tongue dancing with mine.

I closed my eyes and immediately blood started to run wild in my veins. Every fiber, every cell were reacting to her warm body against my cold existence. It felt strange. I never was aroused by a kiss this fast. Not even when I was just a virgin teen.

"Y/n?!" A gruff voice called her. So she had to draw an unintentional groan out of me to break the kiss.

"That's him." She murmured on my lips. And I opened my eyes to look at a tall man in his fancy tuxedo. He was handsome. But not as much as he was wealthy. His watch could cost the whole hotel itself!

"What are you doing?" Eyes burning, he stared at me. Like he was watching the most terrible scene ever in his life.

"Well, ..." She smiled mischievously, getting out of my arms to stand next to me.

"Just enjoying my heat with a man who actually can handle it." She stated, smiling with her head up, radiating power.

"What..." The man's gaze shifted between us in disbelief.

"What do you ... what does ..." He was getting red by anger. And it seemed she couldn't care less.

"This is a break up, Jamie. I'm done with your endless excuses. I'm done with you, sleeping around while you can't even satisfy my needs in the bed. I need a better man."

*well, shit*

"You're … how you … can …" The man stuttered, shaking his head in disbelief. I looked around and found out people were gathering around us slowly. From the corner of my eyes I spotted two hunk in suits in front of the main door. They were definetaly bodyguards.

"That's it. We are done." She announced while everyone held their breath; watching her taking off her ring and throwing it toward her newly "ex".

"Y/N! …" The man took a step forward. His eyes were on fire and rage. Still his tone was soft, unlike his rough voice. "You can't do this. It's just a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding?" She laughed, tilting her head. Everyone could see how her fangs looked perfectly white and sharp: Ready, challenging, threatening!

"Is that so, Jamie?" She mocked before bringing out her phone out of her tiny clutch, throwing it to the guy after playing a video on it. By the noises I could hear, it was a sex type that made the man sweating bullets in no time.

"Now get the fuck out of my way and out of my life." She retorted, grabbing my hand. And as I was planning to win over the two bodyguards who mightly would stop us, we just reached to the main front door.

"Miss Y/l/N …" To my surprise, one of the bodyguards approached us politely. looking cool, calm, and all in control.

"You two can go home, Mark. I'm gonna spend the night with …" She hesitated and shut her eyes for a second to remember my name:

"… Dee. We probably need some private time for the next few days. I'll call you when I feel I need to get back home. But til that, I don't want any interruptions." She declared and by her steady and sure tone I could say she used to talk with them.

"But …"

"Just don't let Jamie get close to me ever again." She cut the bodyguard's word carelessly and then turned her face to look at me.

"You got any car?"

"Of course I do." I gave her my most proud smile.

"Ok then. Let's go out of here. I don't want to even take one more breath in here anymore."

I watched enough movies and read enough comics and slept with enough women to know that Y/n was a whole different savage alpha.

She was on the baby's seat in just her one single layer fancy dress that barely covered her body while it was freezing cold outside. To the point I could feel the chill in my FBI suit and coat the moment we walked out of the hotel. And still she protested me when I turned on baby's heater.

"She was pregnant." She said bluntly, a few minutes later, looking out of the window like she could see anything in road at that dark night through baby's steamed up glass.

I looked over her and catch a glimpse of her tears before she could wipe them.

"I can't believe he did this to me. Out of all the people, Jamie was the last one I expected him to betray me." She was hurting but her voice wasn't shaky. She still sounded more angry than sad.

"Maybe he didn't. Maybe the chick misused the hit of a moment to trick him."

*Why I'm defending him? He is a freaking werewolf!*

I had no idea! Maybe I was trying to soothe her pain. But Why?

"Yeah, maybe. But after all he is the one who let the devil in!" Her sound wasn't more than a whisper but it woke the old screams of my guiltyconscience in my head:

*How many times I had let the devil get in me?*

"Screw him." She said through her clenched teeth. Then she threw her head back and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. "Screw him. Screw dad. And screw the whole royal pack. Screw everything!"

I sighed, knowing she will be angry for a while. So I turned on the radio, changing the stations to find something that might distract her. I just didn't need to watch that lady's upcoming tears.

I … wanna take you so far.

Out past the Saturn rings

And into my heart

The rhythm catched my attention immediately. It sounds like a nice song. A comforting one.

I wanna drive you

Wild, wild, wild

I wanna love you

For miles and miles

I chuckled, patting Baby on the wheels.

We can go slow,

we don't need to rush

I'll take the wheel,

make you feel every touch

I wanna drive you

Wild, wild, wild

"Where is the lie, Baby? I always do." I chuckled, enjoying how the song perfectly suit us.

"Are you talking to me or to your old ass car?"

I was so ready to make Y/n regret that harsh remark, yet when I turned to give her my deadliest frown, she got me almost chocked on my tongue.

"Wha …"

A lace black lingerie hanging around the right knee, she had her legs wide open on my passenger seat‌, playing with her bare core with her delicate fingers while her left foot was using dashboard to support her weight.

Lay on the passenger's side

Tell me how fast you want

We'll get there tonight

Her right strap dropped when she jolted in her sex fever, almost revealing whole of her bare chest. And all of this was happening while she still had her eyes closed, panting in pain. I felt like I lost the ability to even form a God damn sound.

Oh, fire, you set me on fire

I swear you're the only one

I'd take on this ride

"What … are you … doing?!" My voice sounded horrible, scratchy and far. I darted my tongue to wet my lips but my mouth was already dry by watching her. It was no surprise that she didn't noticed my question. She was already lost in her body. Her neck was glistening under road's occasional faint lights and now all I could feel was her warmth in the small room of the car, already surrendered to her astounding smell, in middle of a freaking winter night.

… Oh, oh

Yeah

Wanna love you

Wanna touch you

Wanna drive you

Wild, wild, wild …

I jumped out of my skin when a sudden honk drew my attention out … to the road and I finally noticed the truck that could crash us to hell if I couldn't rotate the wheel just on time.

*Dang* Something beside me hit the windshield the moment I stepped on the break. Then a shattering sound cut the air.

"Y/N!" I screamed, trying to pull over without making any other mess.

"Hey … you hear me?" I asked as I turned to see her face buried in her hairs on the dashboard. A part of the windshield was broken in an oval shape, broken pieces scattered mostly on the passenger side while the rest of it had some cracks on.

"Y/N!" I called her again but when I couldn't get any answer, I get out of the car to circulate baby and open the passenger door.

"Hey … look here, can you hear me?" I pulled her carefully back, to rest her head against the seat, securing her neck between my hands. That was when my eyes catched on the sight of a deep cut on her forehead, right under the hair line. And it was bleeding.

"Y/n?"

She moaned, goosebumps raised on her skin everywhere around my fingers.

"I think I need to lay down on the back seat." She said, before opening her eyes.

"Are you in pain?" I couldn't help myself, not knowing why I suddenly would care that much?

She smiled and I reached to wipe the oozing blood on my thumb.

"I got a first-aid box in my trunk. Just wai…"

Before I could finish my saying and right as I started to withdraw, she grabbed my arm to hold me still.

"No, help me to the back seat." For a second I got lost in her eyes, feeling an odd fultter in the dip of my stomach, pulling me like a meaningless swarf toward the magnet of her wondrous touch.

"Please."

Mostly humans know that drinking sea water or getting hit by a gunshot can cause their death. But could that knowledge stop them from exploring oceans or fighting for their honor in the war fields?

"Dean …"

"Alright."

Well, I was a human too. A human who could be attracted to unknowns, being aware that it could be very dangerous. Or maybe more marvelous.

"You ok?" I asked as soon as I had her on my back seat, gazing at the sweat running down on the side of her face while one of my legs were resting inside of car, the other: still out, planted on the ground.

"I think I've hurt my back." I spotted a tremor in her voice as she avoided my puzzled look and stared down to her lap like she was hiding a secret there. Was that weapon still hidden there in that holster?

I checked my gun to be where it should've been. If she (as a werewolf) was up to kill me (as a hunter), I knew this could be her best shot. And honestly if It was me, I would've used the same trick.

"Are you gonna wait there for the rest of the night?" She raised her eyebrows and instantly hissed as the deep cut on her forehead got wrinkled with this simple move.

Taking a deep breath, I pulling myself completely in and closed the door behind. Well, I was aware that without any way out, she could've killed me much easier. But what kind of human could touch the moon without taking any fetal risk?

However I still didn't want to hurt her. So I hoped she wouldn't do what an enemy should do.

As I was all ready to confront her attack, she slightly turned her back to me. Then she grabbed her long hair and put them aside, giving me the access to her spine.

"Can you check it for me?"

Well, if she wanted to play, I was game too. In the end, I had killed enough werewolves to know how I could manage an alpha one like her. But … it was about something more. Something way stronger: A wild need and an ancient desire to touch her bare skin on my fingertips, tongue and teeth. A perfect example of a hunter and his prey. And yet … I was feeling like the first man who was about to discover the fire too.

"Do you want me to unzip it?" I asked to be sure. Never wanted her to feel like I would hurt her honor just because we were enemies. Even when touching her was all I could think about at the moment.

"Yes, please." She whispered and I noticed the same burning wish in her soft tone. So I couldn't help my fingers run their way on her back and touch the velvety fabric of her outfit.

She inhaled loudly as I unzipped the dress, watching the goosebumps raising on her skin as I was tracking down on her spine.

"I don't think you got any wound here."

"Then why I'm in pain?" She asked, leaning back to me. And I subconsciously pulling her dress down, not knowing why my everything wanted to touch her more?

"Hunter." Her breaths got quickened and as she rested her head back on my right shoulder and nuzzled her nose in my neck, I could tell she was still burning up.

"I'm in heat." She said, panting. And that was the moment I realized she was already lost by just imagining me inside of her.

"Y/n …"

"Dean ..." She whined as her hand found the side on my head.

"Dean, I need you." With that she pushed me down to claim my lips in a lustful kiss.

I could be a caveman or a scientist, or even an astronaut but for sure she was more than a thunderstorm or the electricity or even the mars itself.

"Ah … " She whimpered, her body twisted in my arms, like an angry wounded animal that was seeking for a remedy. From her owner.

"This is such a bad idea." I said as my hands grabbed her waist, trying to control her moves when she started to roll her hips impatiently.

"That's what people always say. To Galileo, To Da Vinci, even to ..." She claimed, taking my fingers with her delicate ones, to guide my hands up on her body.

" … to whoever with … " I stole her breath as my hands reached to her soft breasts.

"With the …"

She took a shaky breath to keep herself together. But I was that man who just had landed on the moon and now wasn't able to stop trying. So I grazed my teeth on the skin of her neck, marking her with a hickey right as I squeezed her breasts, giving her aroused nipples the special attention they deserved with my thumbs. Well, she fought to not fall apart and I had to fill her blank spaces:

"Best ideas?" I asked before biting on her lips, feeling the burning heat that was coming out of her skin. Could moon ever be the sun too?

"Hunter!" She almost cried as my left hand travels down on her belly and hips to find her already swelled bud and part her labia. "HUNTER!"

This time she really screamed as my thumb brushed her bud again while my other two digits sank in her warm core. Her walls sucked on my fingers.

"OH GOD!"

I was still rubbing her nipple with my other hand when she dug her nails in my arms.

"No!" She gasped.

"No? I thought you said it's not a bad idea."

I whispered before taking her earlobe between my teeth and pulled on it as her back fought hard to arch against my body. She got speechless, drown in whatever the black hole we both had fallen into. Now time and place were lost for us so I tightened my arms more around her body.

"Shush, alpha. Take it easy." I said as I removed my fingers from where I was making her weak. And that was out of the bare truth of a human's nature. We love to possess and we love to own. Even if it's the moon and the sun or maybe a lost star in the Infinity of the universe.

She jolted forward in ecstasy and I had to grabbed her wrists firmly before she could end herself: "No."

"Please! … God." She whimpered. Thighs shaking with need and thirst. But I knew better.

"My name is Dean."

But what else could make a negligible creature like me feel like a God more than this wolf of women during her pleasure?

I kissed her shoulder and hugged her from behind, letting her cool down as our warmth were mixing in the small room of the car. She was panting again.

"Come here."

I turned her chin toward my face, tasting her lips in an open mouthed and yet tender kiss, taking my time to draw some deep moans out of her chest.

Til she was nothing more than a pounding heart or a throbbing mess and a mind which had already got blind by lust.

Somehow I wanted this prideful moment to last forever.

"Deeaaaan!" She rubbed her thighs against each other, trying her best to control her wild necessity to come. I could tell it was making her mad cause now she couldn't even sit up in my lap.

"Lay down, sweetheart" I encouraged. And as she did, I got rid of our clothes as soon as I could. When I was done, I noticed her passionate gaze on me.

"You'll be the death of me!" She admitted and I bent to lick her along her jaw.

"No, I need you alive. We still got some dirty work to do."

My whisper made her shiver. And moan. Again and again.

Looking down, I watched how her body were twisting under me, once more rubbing her thights together as I was holding her wrists up beside her head.

"Open up, alpha." I commended, reaching to her core, making her pants in pain as I mercilessly squeezed her bud.

She took another shaky breath, as she parted her legs for me. So I take the advantage to lube myself with her juice as she was already dripping.

"I said don't come yet." I slapped her breast and bent to bite her hard on the other one, sliding myself in her velvety heaven.

"DEAN!" She cried and her eyes rolled. And I tried to freeze this image in my mind. Could a God be more proud of himself?

But It was just the beginning. I decided to start my favorite rhythm to slam into her. And kept watching her bliss and how her soft and round breast were bouncing every time out hips met.

"You're doing good, sweetheart. I know you can." I could not stopped my smile when I realized she'd almost fainted, fighting against her mad orgasm.

"Aa…ha." She tried to answer but it sounded more like a painful moan which I muffled it in a kiss. Sweet and sore. Wet and shameless. We now were a part of one another. The mystery was solved. The cold God was melting in the arms of the sun. The man kind had won the moon.

"Come." I groaned and her walls clenched around me, sucking me inside of her.

Her back arched violently and I had to clutched at the leather seats to keep myself up when an unstoppable rush of pleasure hit both of us.

And just like that, we made the big trouble. The gravity that could swallow our futures all together …

"To be continued".

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[charliedawn]

Imagine being a deserter and General Hux having feelings for you (male reader, if you don't like it, don't read it.) warning : not for sensitive souls. I mean it.

To say that general Hux was pissed would be an understatement..He was in a foul mood. An execrable mood. A "get out of my way before I crush you like the insignificant insects that you are" mood. It had been 2 weeks already, and no sign of Y/N anywhere..He was starting to lose it and everybody knew it. JR-6025 was more than just a mere stormtrooper, he was general Hux's emotional support..Well, him and Millicent. Nobody knew exactly how it had all started, but since the day your paths had crossed, he had taken you under his wing and saved your life more times than he cared to admit..Of course, every time someone would ask you about your relationship with him (too scared to ask the general himself), you would deny everything and make it sound like a bad joke..But that didn't mean people didn't notice the way his gaze would settle on you as soon as you would be in the same room as him or the way you smelt like him often when you came back at late hours to the shared room of your unit..Many knew, but also knew better than to tease you about it or discuss it openly in either of your presence..Until your betrayal that is. Phasma had just finished the count, you weren't there. She felt a shiver run down her spine, knowing that that would probably crush Hux if you were to be the one who had freed the scavenger girl..

" Kylo Ren ?! Why was I not informed of the meeting that took place this morning ?! What's going on ?!"

General Hux asked, offended that Supreme Leader Snoke would think of him not capable of stopping rebel scum. Kylo Ren stopped abruptly and Hux nearly ran into him. Kylo sighed exasperatedly before turning towards him and Hux could feel that he was being serious.

" Because it concerns JR-6025.."

General Hux's eyes widened slightly in shock at the name, but he quickly frowned and made sure not to let any emotion take over his face or any thought overpower his mind.

" And ? Why should I care ?"

Kylo Ren stayed silent for a moment before shaking his head in false disappointment.

"You fool..you're in love with him, Hux ! Everybody in this damned ship knows it ! Even commander Snoke knows it !"

General Hux lowered his head as Kylo Ren lectured him, his eyes wide open in fear and shame..If Leader Snoke knew..Then that meant..

" That means he doesn't think your are the best for the job at the moment. We may have our differences, Hux, but I still value you as a general..Try to take some rest and get back when you will have learned to master your feelings."

And with that, Kylo Ren walked past him and it took all of Armitage's self-control not to punch the apprentice in the face, mask or not..He succeeded in keeping a stone face until he reached his room and, when he arrived, closed the door behind him. As soon as the door was closed however, Hux flexed his fingers in rage at the man he thought he knew..

" You left...You selfish little sewer rat !"

He punched the wall over and over while screaming his frustration out. When he was calm enough, he slumped down on his bed and felt something warm rolling down his cheeks. He raised his trembling hand to his right cheek and looked at the damp spots on his leather gloved fingertips..He was crying..Armitage Hux hadn't cried since..since his mother..He was about to walk out when he saw something move from the corner of his eyes..Milicent. He smiled sweetly at the little fur ball before petting its head affectionately. He then noticed something shiny attached to her collar..his ring. The ring he had offered JR-6025 as a promise of what their future would hold..A future that, he could now see, was only a dream.

1 month later :

It had taken a whole month, a whole month for you to reappear, accompanied by two other traitors no less ! When he had heard the news of your capture, it had taken all of his will power not to run towards your location.

However, when he sees you, his heart stops and he grits his teeths because of the anger, bottled up inside of him until that very moment..Here you are, as agonizingly enticing as he had always found you..Your (Y/C) eyes where a storm is raging and which seems to only get worse when you see him..He wants to kiss you so badly, to ask you what had gotten into you to ever leave him, to punch you repeatedly in your handsome face, to make you suffer just as much as he did when you left..However, he succeeds in restraining himself and straightens up to walk towards you, the sound of his perfectly polished shoes against the hard floor echoing through the huge spaceship container.

" Even after all this time..You still manage to disappoint me, JR-6025.."

He says in the most emotionless and nonchalant way he can, taking satisfaction at noticing the effect of his coldness towards you, the barely perceptible shiver and the defiant stare. When he takes you by the hair harshly, you can't help the small whimper of pain that gets out of your mouth. He seems to appreciate the sound and you're not surprised..He always liked to make you suffer, playing with your feelings, making you doubt every day of his true intents towards you..Even when he would allow himself to look weak in front of you, you would always be suspicious as to whether it was his true feelings you were shown, or just another mask to have a little bit of comfort in this big and cold ship..You look up at him with hatred in your eyes and he only smirks smugly at you.

" The rat finally got home ? Will wonders never cease ? You should have told us from the beginning that you would be coming back on your own, it would have saved us some valuable time.."

You groan when he pulls you harshly by the hair to whisper in your ear.

" You should have really stayed hidden, love..It would have made us both a huge favor..I don't like having blood on my hands. But for a traitor like you ? I'll make an exception."

He lets go of your hair and, to your surprise, slaps you so hard that you can feel warmth creeping onto your stinging cheek almost immediately. However, to his utter disappointment, you don't cry and don't talk either..You just stare at him with those big (Y/C) tempting eyes of yours and he feels his breath hitch, remembering why he had always been attracted to you..Not only were you good at your job and the only stormtrooper with somehow of a good aim, but it was the power you were radiating..He is addicted to that power, feels numb and lost without it..He groans in annoyance before yelling.

" You don't want to talk ?! Fine ! I'll make you scream then !"

He then orders some nearby stormtroopers to get the other two in a cell and to lead you to the interrogation room. From the moment he arrived in the room, it is the first time he sees an emotion on your face..You shout at him to stop and look panicked as your two friends are dragged away. However, you don't have the time to beg for mercy again that Hux takes you by the back of the neck and forces you to stand up. He tries to appear intimidating, which would be amusing since he is one head shorter than you, but the intensity in his eyes make up for that..He intimates you to stay quiet, raising a finger to his mouth and you nod, afraid of what he would do if you didn't..He then forces you to walk forward and asks the two stormtroopers that were guarding you to step away. You close your eyes and glance back at Armitage that doesn't look away and stares right back at you with such gravity that you don't dare ask where he is bringing you...Until you stop in front of his bedroom. Your eyes widen and you then turn around to voice your confusion when he suddenly barks at you.

" Get inside or I swear JR-6025 to shoot you in the legs and let you bleed out on the floor !"

At his threat, you nearly run inside the room and he quickly closes the door behind you. He takes a moment to calm himself, his nostrils flaring in obvious restrained anger. When he finally turns back towards you, he has a smile on his face that doesn't reach his eyes and you feel a lump in your throat. However, your attention on him falters when you feel a softness against your thigh and look down to see Millicent, she lets out a sweet little mewl and you find yourself smiling affectionately at the ginger cat. You take her in your arms and gently pet her fur as she comfortably settles into your arms. She brings you a certain reassurance in your current situation and you nearly forget about the furious red-head..until you feel the cold shape of a gun pointed at your head that is.

" Let her go."

You hear the familiar click, meaning that Hux is ready to shoot you in cold-blood if you don't obey. You raise your hands in surrender, and the cat, upset of not receiving more attention, jumps off your thighs. You look up at Armitage that seems conflicted and sigh loudly.

" Armitage.."

You start, but he cuts you off harshly.

" Don't call me by that name ! You don't deserve to call me by my first name !"

You don't know how to answer without further angering the man that seems on the verge of breaking point. He lowers his gun after a while and you take the opportunity to take him by the arm and yank him forward in your arms. He lets go of the gun and straddles your thighs instead and wraps his arms around your neck, trying to hide his tears in the crook of your neck while you gently pet the top of his head, finding the odd ressemblance of Hux and his cat..Both creatures are attention seekers and demand constant affection..Suddenly, he starts kissing up your neck and you groan..Another similarity to be noted, they are both terribly playful when it comes to the bed area..You could nearly hear him purr in your neck..You roll your eyes at the back of your head in pleasure when he starts biting and sucking at your neck, leaving bruises and making you rock hard..Another power that Hux had over you. He gently scratches your unshaved chin while smirking naughtily, knowing full well what he is doing to you.

" You little..!"

You don't get to finish that sentence as he kisses you profoundly and takes your breath away..The man had a tongue that could rival with the Devil himself..That it'd be to bring you pleasure or pain..You reciprocate and when he starts grinding against you, you know you're down for..However, you take the opportunity of his eyes closed to discreetly push the gun under the bed with your foot. When he opens his eyes again, you can distinctly recognize the flame of arousal in his eyes.

" Don't. Ever. Leave me. Again. Understood ?"

You smile at his sudden change of demeanor, even though you know that as soon as you will be out of this room, you will come back to being enemies..As for now, you needed to give him a reason not to execute you and take out his coat. His eyes widen as your hands start unbuttoning his uniform, but he quickly takes your hands and frowns up at you, all tenderness having left his face.

" What are you doing ?"

You sigh before shrugging and answering him with a certain passive resolve in your voice.

" Isn't that what you wanted ? Why you brought me to your room ? To tend to your basic needs ? Isn't that what I am to you, general Hux ? Just another stormtrooper that you can just discard of and replace with another ?"

As your words seem to gradually sink in, Hux's face distorts in obvious disgust at your insinuation and shakes his head before stepping away from you abruptly, as if being near you was suddenly painful..He flexes and unflexes his fingers and opens his mouth as if to say something, but reconsiders and looks at the floor instead. He is trembling with rage and you can feel a bit of pity for him. He had always been the one who you looked up to, and you had never wanted to leave him the way you had but..it was becoming harder and harder to love him when you knew that his reputation and his job would always outrank you. You are suddenly dragged out of your thoughts by a hand making impact with your already bruised cheek..It is the second time he slaps you. You silently promise yourself that there would be no third time..You look up at him and recognize the familiar mask of total disinterest and cruelty that Hux always put on when he was with prisoners..You're scared, but can't do anything besides cower in fear as he unbuckles his belt to wrap it around his hand until it forms some kind of ball. You know what is to come..You wouldn't get out of this bedroom alive.

" Very well, JR-6025. You want me to act like the perfect asshole that you seem to see me as ? Fine by me. Your choice. I'll execute your friends right now..I won't wait and make you watch as their last breaths leave their bodies.."

Your eyes widen in horror, but before you could say anything, he forces the belt in your mouth to make you bite on it. Your eyes prickle with tears, but he doesn't look at you anymore..He isn't Armitage, he is the monster you tried to get away from..Your heartbeat fastens as he looks at you almost ferociously before getting out something from his pocket..your ring. The promise of a tomorrow that you had wanted to believe in so bad..

" Do you remember this ? The only thing you left me.."

He seems almost nostalgic at the object, but his features quickly harden and he throws the ring across the room against a wall. It bounces and breaks under the pressure. Hux walks towards the scattered pieces and picks up a bright red tracking device that he had hidden inside the ring all those months ago..However, his eyes soon fall on you again and he smirks before walking towards you while rolling the small transmitter between his thumb and index. He then throws it on the bed and the sudden movement makes you whimper again in fear as you try to get as far away from him as possible, but he doesn't allow it. He takes you by the legs and yanks you towards him, his hair disheveled and an insane grin crossing his face.

" I admit..It was quite smart to put it on Millicent, that way I would never be able to track you down..It could have worked. You could have run..But, the thing that you overlooked, my lovely, is that I don't care how much time it takes me, I never lose what's mine.."

You frown and try to mutter something, but the sound is muffled by the belt and he sighs exasperatedly before taking the damn objet out of your mouth. You take multiple gulps of air before nearly growling out at him.

" This is what made me leave..I don't belong to you, Hux. Being your fuck buddy was fine for a while, but this..this is madness..You can't just expect me to be at your beck and call everytime you need someone to talk to and then forget I even exist ! I am not a dog ! You don't put a leash on me and expect me to get back !"

You yell angrily and, to your astonishment, he starts laughing before taking the belt and folding it and making a knot..as if it was a..You open your eyes at the realization and look up at him with tears in your eyes and shake your head vehemently.

" N..No..I forbid you ! You hear me ! I forbid you, Hux !"

In an instant, he is on you and no matter how hard you kick him or try to get him off you, he holds on.

" Stay still, or I'll bring the other stormtroopers in here and make them pin you to the bed while they watch me try to put some leash on you !"

You suddenly stand still and look up at him with wide eyes full of terror at the prospect, your chest heaving up and down with the rhythm of your quick heartbeat..He smiles satisfactorily at your new submission and gently runs his hand down your cheek almost affectionately.

" I always knew that brown was your color.."

You grit your teeths and want to bite his hand, but he pulls on the made-up leash and you hiss in pain. You still wiggle under him and try to push him off, but the leash was making it hard for you to think..Come on Y/N. Think..Think ! You suddenly take him by the throat and inverse your positions. You are now the one on top and him, looking at you with widened green eyes.

"J..JR-6025 ! Let me go this instant or I swear to make you sweep the floor of this ship for the rest of your miserable life !"

He yells, embarrassed and flustered, but you only grin, knowing that you had him exactly where you wanted. You suddenly grab the leash to yank him towards you and kiss him hungrily, the little moan escaping his mouth not going unnoticed by you. You chuckle darkly while he complains in his usual arrogant and high-pitched voice.

" This..This is not what I..!"

But, he is cut off by your hand above his slacks and gulps loudly..The man was redder than his own hair now and you smirk before teasing him.

" Red is your color, general..and my name is Y/N..You better remember it when you come.."

His jaw clenches at the use of his own words against him, but his words seem to stay stuck in his throat and he knows that no comeback would ever save his dignity with the way you are manhandling him..He can't help but moan and try to get even closer, forgetting all about the leash for now..He wants to tell you to stop, that this is not what he wants, that he wants you to stay with him forever..But he can't, and he knows you wouldn't listen anyway..He feels himself growing hard and tries to muffle his sounds by biting hard on his gloved hand.

You look at the gorgeous red-head and try to remember when you had ever thought he wasn't meant to be under you, like this..

"This is torture..knowing that in a few hours, we'll be back to being mortal enemies..I won't be able to enjoy the view of your beautiful flushed face.. '"

You say, genuinely sad at the thought and he tries to answer you between his heavy breaths.

" You..You wanted this..You..You chose HIM."

You frown in incomprehension, who is he talking about ? Hux's hold on the leash tightens as he answers your silent question with a voice dripping with hatred.

" You chose that no-good traitor..FN-2187.."

You face goes blank for a moment before you start laughing openly at Armitage's jealousy. He seems ashamed and upset at your sudden laugh and tries to push you off, but you can't help but take him in your arms as he tries to make you let go of him, unsuccessfully.

" Unhand me this instant, Y/N ! It's an order ! Stop laughing, you big oaf !"

You can't believe it, even after all this time, knowing what he had done, what he has done..You can't help but laugh and find him adorably cute sometimes..

" You should really stop behaving like a brat, general..and especially let your jealousy show so earnestly..I mean, I understand your little rivalry with Kylo Ren..But Finn ? Really ?"

He hides his face in your chest and mumbles.

" Shut up.."

You laugh again and he sighs against your neck..How did this little red-headed sweatheart made you lose your mind and fall head over hills over him ? Good question..

Suddenly, the door opens with a loud bang and you are both surprised to see Rose, Finn and Rey enter the room. They all look shocked by the compromising position you were both in, but don't ask. Rose is the first to react and yanks Hux out of the bed to beat him nearly to death while you are too shocked to react immediately. However, when Rey throws Hux over the room against the wall, holding him there for a few seconds before he could so much as blink, you quickly get the belt off of to put your clothes back on and stop her. Not that you had undressed that much anyway. You get the gun from underneath the bed and look at Hux that was trying his best to breathe, even though his face was turning slightly purple from the lack of oxygen. This is it. You could let Rey kill him and it would be the end..But, he looks at you and you know, you know that you can't let him die..One look at Rey and she lets him fall to the floor. They all wait outside while you look one last time at Armitage that was crawling on the floor and coughing loudly, trying to get back his breath. You sigh before crouching in front of him and gently take him by the chin for him to look at you in the eyes.

" I don't know if you've ever felt, or if you even know what love is ? But, I just know that I can't keep lying to myself. I love you, Hux, but no matter how much I love you, I can't fix you. You're too broken, my love..There are things that are simply too damaged to be fixed.."

When he finds his voice again, he replies with a tearful voice.

" I thought you would..I thought you would love me..as I am.."

You bite your lowerlip and have to look away in order not to crumble at his words or the desperate look he was giving you.

" Oh Armitage..Who could ever spend a life with a man that doesn't even know how to love ? This..all this is not love. Love is pure, shared and cared for..For me to stay, you must change your ways, become more than this cruel shell of a man..And frankly ? I don't think you can change..I thought you could, but now, I don't know.."

His breath hitches at your words and he starts sobbing, ducking his face so you couldn't see him. However, when you stand up to leave, he grabs your ankle to force you to look at him one last time.

" What if I changed..Would you stay with me then ?"

You think about it before answering him with a small hopeful smile.

" If it was up to me ? I would spend my life with the kind and emotional man that I fell in love with.."

But you then frown and shake your head, trying to chase those thoughts from your head.

"..But, you're a monster, Hux..Your possessiveness, cruelty and coldness are things that I simply can't stand with..I'm sorry, but this is goodbye, Armitage.."

You succeed in removing his hand and run out of the room to join the others while Armitage tries to stand up again, ready to run after you. However, he is too weak and feels his chest tightening around his heart..You had crushed him. He takes a few minutes to calm himself and when his head is no more foggy and he can stand up again, his eyes fall on a shadow at the door. When he looks up, he sees the tall and dark figure of Kylo Ren standing in the doorway. He doesn't say anything, but Hux could feel his accusative stare through the mask..He is pissed.

" I know..I know..I should have known better.."

He was expecting Kylo to kill him right now and there, but the man only stares at him for a few seconds before answering him with a question through his robotic voice with an almost compassionate tint it.

" It hurts..Doesn't it ?"

Armitage could have pretended not to know what he was talking about, play the fool and force himself to throw a snarky comeback, as he always did..But in all honesty ? He was just too damn tired to do that. He just looks up at Kylo Ren with a small bitter smile.

" Yes. It does."

Kylo only nods understandingly, it would be the only time that the two men ever agreed on anything..Too bad that it was that they were both monsters that were too stubborn to let go...Kylo would remember that moment when he would take his final breath, wondering if Hux was waiting for him in Hell ? The answer would come to him in a simple word: obviously. Kylo Ren never smiled, he didn't find anything funny enough for the corner of his lips to etch into a true smile..But knowing that he would have a friend in Hell ? That. That made him smile.

#Hux x male reader #general hux #Warning: possessiveness #Traitor #first order #resistance

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Oh fuck yes! Thanks for the ask, amanda!

Send me green hearts and I’ll talk about an unpublished wip!

Okay fuckers today we’re talking mafia AU!

This has absolutely no plot, according to the document labelled ‘plot’ but I remember plotting this fucker so you’re in luck today.

"Who's Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome over there?" Cho asked, elbowing him in the ribs. "You're looking pretty gay."

Harry's eyes darted towards the man in question, who was draped over a chair with an artful smirk on his face, hair smoothed across his head and suit only outlining his body, brown eyes like a dark wine glittering above those stupidly chiselled cheekbones.

(Oh God, Harry was so goddamn gay.)

"No idea," he murmured.

Cedric grinned. "Why don't you go and find out?"

Harry sees a man at a party and holds a conversation, only to get stalked, kidnapped, and eventually falling in love with the head of the mafia.

(Harry just wanted a boyfriend, but sure, he'd sign up for this shit show instead.)

IE: The mafia AU I tried to prompt and ended up writing anyway.

Cast:

- Tom, big boss

- Luna, second in command

- Hermione, conwoman

- Ginny, badass torturer/assassin/interrogator (and therefore probably the rest of the Weasleys tbh)

- Barty Jr., Tom's personal assistant

- The Malfoys, the people who fund half the shit that happens but commit no crimes ((except tax evasion))

- Greengrass sisters (assassins for hire)

- Blaise Zabini & Mama Zabini, assassins who make it look ~natural~

- Pansy Parkinson, a thief who seduces men and women

- Crabbe and Goyle, Tom's personal bodyguards

- Evan Rosier, who does something Important™️ but who knows what the fuck it is

- Bill Weasley, hacker

- Theodore Nott, spy

It gets a little messy after this, because I’m going through Discord and finding my notes that I didn’t bother to save...

Tom is gloriously sane, which is always a plus, but there’s one other major difference: instead of fearing death, he craves it.

Random piece of trivia: Tom has blackmail on the pope.

so obviously i know how they meet n shit. harry is with his best friends, cedric and cho at a part and then he goes 'damn this guy is fucking hot' and goes over to talk to him and then luna notices him lurking and goes 'boss really needs a love life tbh' and introduces them

harry is like 'ooh hot guy' and tom is like 'we stalk him now. i love him'

tom is a terrible person but like. not to harry

tom: i'm turning over a new leaf

harry: you literally just ordered an assassination

tom: close your eyes and i'm turning over a new leaf

harry: i can hear gunshots

tom:

harry: why don't i just fuckin,, join you

Hm okay. Notes are very confusing because I DIDN’T FUCKING MOVE THEM FROM DISCORD but this is the best I’ve got for you:

- Tom stalks Harry until Harry is like ‘you’re a fucking idiot’ and kisses him

- Harry is being stalked by someone else

- Tom gets pissed, Harry gets kidnapped, murder all round

- ????????

dshnmshn if you want to hear more on this (or see the large aesthetic folder I have for this AU, or see a moodboard) send me more asks :kek: i know i’m evil

#ask response #mafia au #writing #harry potter #tomarry

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THREE DAYS OF THE CONDOR (1975)

Turner (Robert Redford) is not your stereotypical Central Intelligence Agency operative, the short‐haired, buttoned‐down kind we've seen testifying live on television from time to time. Turner's hair is fashionably long. He wears blue jeans and shirts without ties and he rides to work on a motorcycle. He's an eccentric link in the C.I.A. chain of command.

THREE DAYS OF THE CONDOR, directed by Sydney Pollack; screenplay by Lorenzo Semple Jr. and David Rayfiel, based on the novel Six Days of the Condor, by James Grady; produced by Stanley Schneider; director of photography, Owen Roizman; music, Dave Grusin: supervising flint editor, Fredric Steinkamp: editor, Don Guidice; a Dino de Laurentiis presentation, distributed by Paramount. Running time: 118 minutes. This film has been rated R.

Turner's “work” is on Manhattan's upper East Side, in a handsome old brownstone identified as the American Literary Historical Society, which is a blind for an esoteric C.I.A. research center where agents read and feed into a computer pertinent details from contemporary novels, short stories and journals of all sorts. The aim: to find out whether pending C.I.A. operations may have somehow been leaked, and to pick up pointers on spy methodology that may have been fantasized by hack fiction writers.

Turner is a C.I.A. “reader,” which, like the job of a reader at a movie company, is about as unimportant as job can be while still qualifying its incumbent as a member of the team.Yet in Sydney Pollack's “Three Days of the Condor,” Turner, whose code name is Condor, comes close to wreaking more havoc on the C.I.A. in three days than any number of House and Senate investigating committees have done in years. (The film, based on James Grady's novel, “Six Days of the Condor,” has compressed the story's time span, necessitating the modification of title.)“Three Days of the Condor,” which opened yesterday at Loews Astor Plaza and Tower East Theaters, is a good‐looking, entertaining suspense film that is most effective when it's being most conventional, working variations on obligatory sequences of pursuit and flight, and on those sudden revelations that can reverse the roles of cat and mouse.As a serious exposé of misdeeds within the C.I.A. the film is no match for stories that have appeared in your local newspaper. Indeed, one has to pay careful attention to figure out just what it is that who is doing to whom in “Three Days of the Condor” and, if I understood it correctly, it's never as horrifying as the real thing.In the screenplay by Lorenzo Semple Jr., and David Rayfiel, Turner very early on stumbles upon the existence of a kind of super‐C.I.A. within the C.I.A., after which his life is not worth a plug nickel. It doesn't do to analyze too closely the character Mr. Redford plays, that is, to ask why the bookish intellectual of the film's opening sequences would have joined the C.I.A. in the first place, or how he later manages so easily to become such a hotshot at tapping telephones and kidnapping very important persons. The suspense of the film depends less on this kind of plausibility than on Mr. Redford's reputation (in a movie we accept the fact that he can do anything) and on the verve with which Mr. Pollack, the director, sets everything up. It also benefits from the presence of good actors, including Faye Dunaway (as the woman who befriends the. fleeing Turner), Cliff Robertson, Max Von Sydow and John Houseman, though it's not a film to make particular demands on their talents.At its best moments, “Three Days of the Condor” creates without effort or editorializing that sense of isolation—that far remove from reality‐within which supergovernment agencies can operate with such heedless immunity. This point is implicit in the jargon the agents use. When a C.I.A. man speaks to Turner of “the community,” he's not talking about a borough or a city or a state but about the brotherhood of intelligence people, who live in another dimension of time, place and expectation.

CAST:

Robert Redford as Joseph Turner

Faye Dunaway as Kathy Hale

Cliff Robertson as Higgins

Max von Sydow as Joubert

John Houseman as Wabash

Addison Powell as Leonard Atwood

Walter McGinn as Sam Barber

Tina Chen as Janice Chong

Michael Kane as S.W. Wicks

Don McHenry as Dr. Lappe

Michael Miller as Fowler

Jess Osuna as The Major

Dino Narizzano as Harold

Helen Stenborg as Mrs. Russell

Patrick Gorman as Martin

Hansford Rowe as Jennings

Carlin Glynn as Mae Barber

Hank Garrett as The Mailman

James Keane as Store Clerk

Sal Schillizzi as himself

Sydney Pollack as Ben

#Cinema #Three Days of the Condor #Robert Redford #Faye Dunaway #Cliff Robertson #Max von Sydow #John Houseman #Addison Powell #Walter McGinn #Tina Chen #Michael Kane #Don McHenry #Michael Miller #Jess Osuna #Dino Narizzano #Helen Stenborg #Patrick Gorman #Hansford Rowe #Carlin Glynn #Hank Garrett #James Keane #Sal Schillizzi #Sydney Pollack #Dino de Laurentiis

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Seeking Literate Partners!

Disclaimer: Male authors, please stop contacting me. I've been burned too many times. If you persist, I'll ignore your message. Hello, you can call me Doe! I'm 25+ and a proud cat mom. I write multiple paragraphs/novella style (200-500+ words). I love to write detailed descriptions and delve into a character’s head/emotions as well as surroundings. I compare it to writing a novel together. I understand if the scene doesn’t have alot going on and therefore requires less like rapid fire. I adore having long, thoughtful replies where we truly immerse ourselves in the world. I'm hoping to find a partner whose as enthusiastic and passionate about the plot and writing as I am. When I get invested in a story, it’s 100% dedication. Getting a reply is the highlight of my day. I'm a big fan of romance and using face claims. I’m the type to make pinterest boards, spam you with gifs, headcanons, and send you songs that remind me of our characters and/or ship. 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Faces I'd love to write as: gal gadot, rooney mara, ruth negga, saoirse ronan, sophie turner, jessica chastain, jennifer morrison, mia wasikowska, natalia dyer, brit marling, deborah ann woll, mackenzie davis, emmy rossum, adria adjora, chyler leigh, hayley bennet, tashi rodriguez, lily james, cara delevingne, maya hawke, katheryn winnick, elizabeth olsen, abigal cowen, sophia lillis lauren cohan, zoey deutsch, paulina singer, crystal reed, hayley lu richardson, ask about others Faces I'd love to write against: jeffery dean morgan, hugh jackman, robert taylor, jr bourne, jon bernthal, jason issacs, anthony varrecchiah, brett tucker, david harbour, frank grillo, iain glen, josh duhamel, patrick petitjean, ethan hawke, christian bale, rory mccann, younger sam elliot, titus welliver, viggo mortensen, joel miller (illustrated face), ask about others If you've made it this far, thank you! You won't be disappointed in writing with me. I tend to be online daily and while I'd like it if you were too, I understand that real life things comes first. Let me know if you're going to be inactive/can’t continue. If you suddenly stop replying ic and ooc, I'll drop the story after 2 attempts of gauging continued interest spaced a week apart. Below are genres and pairings I love. Feel free to combine as many as you'd like and I’m sure we can come up with something great! Current cravings are in bold. Two thing I don't do are slice of life and historical plots. Genres: - crimes in remote locations - spooky small towns - post apocalyptic/dystopia - supernatural/modern fantasy (A/B/O, werewolves, shapeshifters, alpha x rival pack alpha's child, werewolf x shifter, alpha x new werewolf, involuntary mate-bond, mating/claiming) - southern/mid western gothic - murder mystery (small town or big city) - modern/dark fairy tale retellings - sci-fi - cyberpunk/retro-futuristic - little coastal towns or little towns in the mountains - emotionally charged/dark and gritty - superpowers/gifted - unresolved sexual tension/slow burn - redemption - pacific northwest - suburban gothic - luring to the other side - reincarnation/multiple universes - western inspired + modern day (such as longmire) - christmas inspired - culture clash/two characters from different sides Pairings: - age gaps (older man x younger woman / 15 to 25+ year gap) - enemies to lovers/villain x heroine - cop x criminal - doctor x patient - friends turned lovers/pining - grumpy x sunshine - the broken man x the woman that becomes his light - fbi agents/cop partners - dark hearted man melting for the innocent woman - friend x best friend’s older sibling - boss x employee - neighbors - single father x friend - firefighter/cop x victim - mentor x mentee - hurt/comfort - height differences - pet names (sweetheart, baby girl, kid, kiddo) - lady and the tramp esque/class difference - creature x human/creature - ex-con x anyone - bodyguard x assignment - widow/er falling in love again - biker x civilian - rancher/mountain man x city girl - affair (with so's sibling, with so's friend, with neighbor) - hitman x target - serial killer x fbi agent - soul mates - experienced x inexperienced - local x vacationer - injured/scarred warrior washed out from their former glory x royal/heir-to-be (modern day / Sansa x Sandor inspired) - friend x best friend/boyfriend's father - daughter in law x father in law - park ranger x camper - bounty hunter x bounty - power imbalances Tropes/Themes: the papa wolf/hot dads, cultured badass, jerk with a heart of gold. ladykiller in love, mountain man, mysterious protector, southern gentleman, tall, dark, and handsome, knight in sour armor, red string of fate, villain takes an interest, porcelain to ivory to steel, when person a gets injured/kidnapped and person b goes absolutely feral to save them, cowboys tiny women and big men, the monster being treated gently for the first time in his life, two characters forced into positions where they have no choice but to reconcile their differences and grow together/trust each other, forbidden relationships, trying to escape childhood demons & reuniting in adulthood Fandoms: (I don't write canons or do canon x oc) Star Wars, X Files, Haven, Fringe, Stranger Things, Heroes, The Wolf Among Us, Mercy Thompson Series, True Blood, Marvel, The OA, Disney personified, His Dark Materials, Beastars, Horizon Zero Dawn, The Last of Us, Cyberpunk 2077 Plot Ideas: I have too many to list here but take a look at my google doc and let me know if anything catches your attention. It's a mix of fandom inspired and original plots: Plot Ideas Last but not least, I have a list of kinks if anyone's interested. I use email and discord to write. I'd also be open to joining a jcink site! Contact me at Doe#3347 on discord or by email: [email protected] Please be detailed when you message me, let me know why you chose to contact me. Seeing only "hey do you wanna rp?" is a guaranteed way to turn me off. Look forward to hearing from you!

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