#seriously though he looks too young to be in his 40s

[stariisoda]

Him.

Just him.

Also I tried lighting just for practice. Turns out I need more practice. Also I tried to give him some white hairs. We need more Lucio with white hairs.

#the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana fanart #count lucio #lucio morgasson #traditional art #lucio #alchohol markers #my art #give lucio more white hairs #or grey #just make him show signs of aging please #seriously though he looks too young to be in his 40s #im not complaining tho #plague lucio is literally the only time he looks closer to his actual age

[gremlingottoosilly]

"If you need to be mean"

Konig just got his promotion to colonel. It also came with deployment in a terrorist-ridden country, but at least he would get an adorable, civilian you as a prize. TW: Konig being a huge pervert, Canon-Typical violence, Dub-Con, Innocence kink, Age difference(Konig in his yearly 40, Reader in young 20)

Pairing: Konig x fem!Reader Tags: Fluff, Power Imbalance, Hurt/Comfort, Size Kink, Possessive Konig, Yandere Konig, Creepy scary stalker Konig, written mostly from Konig perspective Word count: 5213 My AO3

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König hates this fucking country.

Shithole in the middle of nowhere, with literally nothing going on – some border quarrels with some terrorists that are desperately trying to settle into the big war on terror that won’t achieve a thing and would be meaningless anyway. No one wanted to actually station here – this is why they promoted him so quickly, just so they could send him away like a pack of garbage they can’t give two shit about throwing out. 

He never even wanted this promotion. Too much work, too many people, never enough time to relax. Payment is sweet, of course – if he only had time to use any of this. He is too old for new titles, you can’t teach old dog new tricks – and, quite frankly, he does feel terribly old while doing nothing but pushing papers and listening to some useless fucking recruits with their reports. 

Job is simple – stay on the base, make sure that the locals won’t become too villifed to the soldiers that are supposed to protect them, even though he already knows how people would feel about the PMC stationed in their city. Fights with occasional resistance from the outsider force that decided “Hey, let’s just annex our neighbor, what could possibly happen?”. He doesn’t know a lot about this country – but if they have enough money to hire KorTac to help the local forces, he might be quite interested. If he only had energy for that anymore – between relentless paperwork and occasional yelling at his stupid fucking nonsense of rookie – seriously, it feels like they hired a bunch of edgy 12 year olds instead of normal soldiers. 

Job is simple and he finds himself bored to death because this isn’t what he enlisted for. He wanted to fight, to kill, to burden this urge to hurt people who once wronged him with someone who is – probably, maybe, somehow – deserve it. Not really a noble cause, but he stopped playing knight in shining armor once they used him as an infiltration weapon instead of what he actually wanted. All hopes and goals in his life were buried deep with his first sniper rifle – and rude comments about his inability to sit still, even though he is still as good at being a killing machine as a human being possibly can. 

— Sir! We, uh, have a problem to report. 

Gut. 

A problem – this sounds as exciting as it can be. Last time his brigade got a problem, it was about some new recruits falling down with stomach ache because of the forged alcohol they were drinking. Also that one time someone tried to burst their way into the base – not fun, since officers took care of him, but it was at least something to do except for reading and scrolling through various housing options like he actually has a use of buying something with more than one bedroom. Like someone would look at him and love him – enough to pass through some easy fling and start living with him. No one would do that – even his parents couldn’t. 

Still, the problem sounds exciting. Maybe, he could actually go on a mission instead of feeling useless. They promoted him just to pin on the wall like a trophy.

— Repost immediately, soldier. What is it? 

— A civilian, well…a civillina woman…lady, broke the curfew. 

And here it is. Not an unexpected attack from his enemies, not even a drunken fight that someone from his subordinates decided to join and ended up getting their asses kicked. Is this what years of service come to? Watching over some stupid club girls broking the easiest fucking rule to follow, like getting home at midnight is a completely alien experience for them. One of the things he hates about his rank – he is used like a public figure, giving speeches, trying so hard to come up with something other than “Ja, we will kick asses of everyone who tries to infiltrate your country, don’t worry” and then he has to act like he knows what he is doing. Which he obviously doesn’t. If there was a way to just give up his rank and become a shadow again, a monster under a terrorist’s bed, he would do it. Without even a second to think. 

— Send her to the police. We aren’t supposed to deal with…

Then comes the second guy – he doesn’t even remember his name, fuck this, he is supposed to be a father to his troops, or big brother at least, but he couldn’t give less of a fuck to someone weaker – inferior, smaller, someone who will die within a week or so in his first battle because apparently, higher-ups just love recruiting spineless teenagers now. 

Second guy comes to the room, holding someone very firmly by their hand – and König isn’t religious, he isn’t even sure when was the last time he was at any church, the little prayers his grandma used to sing is long forgotten for him, but he sees your face and almost believes in angels. 

König is too old for this shit, again, he hates this country, his team, his rank – then he looks at your face, the way it twists with fear and nervousness because of course, one of his dumb subordinates is holding you too tight and the softness of your flesh – why in the world you are wearing such light clothes, it’s night outside, you will catch a cold and he would give you his jacket, but that would drown you under the weight of it, and he don’t want you to smell the alcohol he has on his clothes, terrible coping mechanism with boredom, and he might just give you something else, maybe, like his shirt or a…

Wait a minute. 

He doesn’t even know your name, even though he is sure this is something gorgeous and would look perfect next to his last name, but he looks at your face and all the years of his military training is suddenly washed away because he can’t even muster a thing out of his mouth. Thank god no one is forcing him to stop wearing his hood – he wouldn’t be able to survive otherwise, not with how hot his face feels right now. You are nervous, this is obvious, since you broke the curfew and went on the streets past 11 pm. He should just bring you to the police, he isn’t even sure why his soldiers would bring some random civilian to the base. He immediately wants to give this private a raise – for bringing him a goddess walking on Earth. Angel, succubus, all of the fancy names and…it feels like he is going crazy. And he should compose himself. Be a good example of a rotten mercenary commander. 

— Why were you breaking the curfew, miss..?

He hates how squeaky his voice sounds, even after all the years in service he can’t get rid of that boyish tone and nervousness every time he is talking to women. All the fear is immediately washed away after you tell him your name – and it’s gorgeous, perfect, feels like something he can devour, something he can moan in the depth of the night while using his hand as a poor substitute for the warmth of your body. 

The pause lingers too much and he already suggests just…taking you. To further investigation. to see if you are really just an innocent person caught up in breaking the rules or an enemy spy – which would give him the perfect opportunity to interrogate you and hold you for a bit longer. He wants you to be a problem, actually – that would give him the authority to hold you here, to think about you in a way that won’t immediately make him a bad person. 

— Went to the pharmacy. Forgot about the time, I’m…I’m sorry. 

You look guilty and weak and nervous obviously – a good girl caught up in the reality of her home country now implementing new rules just so it won’t get annexed by their neighbor. He wants to protect you – or give you the real reason to be scared of him. He wants to be good, but you look too cold in those clothes and he wants to give you something more. Or warm you up in a different way – which makes him feel horrible, his skin crawls and hands are fidgeting again even though he is almost sure he forgot about that habit after a few trigger-happy moments with the enemies. 

— Pharmacies should be closed by this time. Why were you here so late? 

Soldier that brought you here left you with König – colonel, you saw him in the newspapers and on TV, some public speeches while concealing his face in various ways. You don’t trust him, don’t trust the mercenaries – how can you believe that they are going to save you if they don’t even dare to show their faces? He is even scarier in person – big, hulking, too muscular to feel safe, with something like a sack thrown over his head. You want to forget about the medicine you bought and just run away, but that would only mean outright saying that you are guilty. 

You brace yourself and try not to feel too small, but König just wants to wrap his hands around you and throw that weak body of yours on his shoulder. Not letting you go away. Ever.

— I…got lost. Sorry, I know what this looks like, but I just changed the apartment and…look, this is a bog misunderstanding. I have my documents, I’m local! Not some spy or anything, I promise. 

Too bad – you would have the opportunity to escape if you were an enemy. Some evil and wicked femme fattal that is here to seduce him and get the important information out of him – but if you are telling the truth and nothing, but a civilian, he isn’t sure that he could save you from…falling to his hands. It’s stupid, he should really just find someone to fuck, he is getting desperate over the first cute and gentle girl he saw in this place – but really, do he has a chance with a soldier if just a helpless weakling like you can make him kneel? He needs to compose himself. 

— You really shouldn’t be out so late. There is a reason the curfew is upheld. It saves you from the danger. 

— For now the only danger after midnight is your soldiers, apparently. 

Your breath hitches as you understand what you just said – god, who was holding your tongue and making you blurt this in front of the fucking commander? You might have had the chance of just escaping before, you weren’t doing anything wrong, you know that some of your friends were breaking the curfew after a party or late visits, but they were never held to the police or martial law – soldiers are understanding of the situation, no one from the young people actually wants to stay in their houses no matter the threats war can bring. You might have the chance of going out with nothing but some harsh words about those stupid younglings ignoring the rules – but now you insulted his men and this will probably bring you to jail for the night at least or something even more…

He laughs. And the sound of it makes your cheeks warm. 

— Ja, I can understand why you would say that. But you shouldn’t break the curfew. 

You feel like winning a lottery, but the prize isn’t money – it’s the chance of getting out of this creepy building and going home to your warm sheets and slight smells of devastation and loneliness. 

— I’m really sorry, sir, I won’t do this again. Promise. 

You look guilty, and König loves this expression. The softness of your face, the way your eyes are filled with tears when you think he would actually make you goto jail or do something even worse. He relishes in this power over you – even though he doesn’t mingle with civilians, always keeps a safe distance with women around him, never dares to even give them a careful look. He wants to take you away – protect from the world around you, from this fucking place, from all the dangers. The only thing that is dangerous to you seems like him – because he is the only one with power here, the only one who can decide whether he wants to behave like an asshole and lock you away or…

— I can’t just let you go. Let me…I can escort you to your residence so I can make sure you actually went home. And not somewhere else.

He looks at your pharmacy bag – it's a shitty plastic one, transparent and see-through. He understands immediately why you would decide to run to the pharmacy so abruptly even within the vicinity of the curfew – and the fact your bag contains pads and pain medicine only makes him want to scoop you in his arms and get you to his quarters. Government gave them a pretty nice location for the base and he, as the commander, got a bedroom that won’t even make you think about the military. Perks of quartering outside of base, even the barracks are nicer than the ones at home – and he would love to introduce your sore body to the comforts of warm sheets. 

You look at him, surprised and nervous, your adorable lips twists in a pout as you think about your options. You can’t really say no, this can make him angry and resentful – and these aren't emotions you want the local military personnel to feel about you. He is also scary, and stares too much – you don’t want him to look at you like this, both surprised and depraved, but something in his figure still makes you trust him. Maybe it’s that weird propaganda about them protecting your country – he is a public figure, he can’t be evil, right? Maybe it’s just the way his hands fidgets as if he is nervous about your answer – or little cracks in his voice that makes you blush just a little every time you hear it. Or you are simply too tired to not comply. 

— I, um…are you sure? You must have some other things to do. I don’t want to be a bother, really. 

— I want to protect you from harm. Nights are dangerous. 

You want to say that it’s okay, you spend more time in this country than he is – and you know every little corner of the city by this point, no matter the military outposts and destruction. You also want to say that this is creepy as fuck and you don’t want a random guy to just know where you live – but you can’t say that, you are already almost buried yourself with that long tongue of yours, and the only thing you want to do right now is just drink your ibuprofen in peace and get teleported to your bed. 

You want to say no, but it almost feels like something romantic and even though he isn’t showing his face, the view of his muscles, bursting out his clothes and body armor, enough to make you agree. You can regret that decisions later – but with the way his eyes light up like he is a puppy, you probably won’t. 

— Okay. I…I mean, if that’s okay with you, sir. 

— I live to serve. Und ich diene gerne jemanden, dir so bezaubernd ist wie du.

— Sorry?

It sounds like German, and the way he pronounces it makes you feel like it’s something important – but you don’t want to ask for translation, he mutters it under his breath, Maybe some curses about stupid girls getting caught by his soldiers and how he needs to escort them to make sure they are not enemy spies ready to put their knives in his back.

— Just show the way. 

He is awkward, he doesn’t know what to do with his hands, he looks at you and fights the urge to just squish you with his hands. You are pouting, your hands are trembling, and you are shaking – maybe from the cold or just from fear. König hates himself for not understanding whether he wants you to be scared of him or not. There is something dark, predatory almost, in having someone as adorable as you shaking like a leaf – but he also wants to just scoop you in his hands and make sure you will never be afraid of him. 

He is awkward, silent, he goes on the open side of the sideroad like protecting you from any vehicles that may cross the road at this hour – even though the only ones who are allowed to move at this time of day are hospital workers and his soldiers. His hand looms over your side, like he is not sure whether he wants to just grab you by your shoulder or allow you to lead in a more simple way. You feel protected in a way – you can’t even read his expressions because of that weird mask he is wearing, but his eyes are strangely warm every time he looks at you and thinks you are not looking at him. 

König wants to talk, but he isn’t sure what he even can say to you. The weather is nice? It’s the night, a cold one, and he doesn’t want you to catch some weird illness, but he also doesn’t want to seem like a creep by giving you his jacket. He would do so in a blink of an eye, he would die seeing your smaller body wrapped in his clothes like a nice little gift – but he knows who he is. Monster, giant, always too much and never enough, zero experience with someone who is one his one night stand in some lousy pub when he hates himself a bit less than usual. And you smell clean, civilian, sweet almost, he feels like a dog by just looking at the way your cheeks are blushing from the cold weather. 

He wants to initiate the conversation, know what you like and dislike, maybe learn your opinion about the situation – many locals dislike military presence, he understands this, KorTac isn’t known for being the best guys around here, but they get the job done, however bloody this might be. He would give away anything to just be able to talk – to speak like a normal person, without scaring you or making you think that he is weird. It’s borderline embarrassing, over the many years of his life he was thinking that he would outgrow his anxiety somehow – and here he is, fidgeting with the stupid anti stress toy in his pocket that his therapist gave him, not knowing how to talk to a girl in his grown up years. 

— You’re local.

It doesn’t even sound like a genuine question, it’s more like a threatening statement and he doesn’t like the way it sounds. He can’t gave it back now, it would be even weirder, he just wants to calm down and breathe, but even this is fucking impossible when every time he looks at you, it seems like you are only getting prettier.

— Lived here all my life, sir. 

You’re nervous, and he at least finds some comfort in this – he is not the only one who is scared here, even though he understands that you will surely be more scared than him. But it still comforts him just a little, knowing that you are in roughly the same boat – he can smile under his hood and attempt to at least pretend to be normal. Even if this would be literally impossible for someone like him. 

— Where do you work? 

It sounds like an interrogation and you are not sure if you want to answer truthfully – he isn't trying to force you right now, he isn’t even touching you no matter how closely you are walking, but you are smart enough to understand why telling a random man you just met where you live and work is a bad idea. Even if the man itself is a prominent figure in protecting – or not – your country and literally walks you home because you got lucky to not be sent to the police for breaking the curfew. You would just lie to him about where you work and, hopefully, never see him again – but it’s not just a random guy you met on Tinder. He probably has the resources to check if you really work in said place and if you didn’t and just lied to him then, well…he isn’t threatening you, but your overthinking is enough to make you scared. 

— Just a waitress. Cafe I work at isn’t very far from my apartment. 

You even tell him the address, all while praying he won’t visit you at work. He has the right, of course, especially if he would leave a good tip, but military personnel staying at your cafe probably won’t be good for business. Clients may go away, and that would mean leaving you without tips – and then you can kiss your shitty apartment goodbye. He probably won’t visit you, he is just asking this to fill the awkward silence and check whether you are a spy or not – how confident your answers are, if your story checks out or not. He is a colonel, he must have a lot of other stuff to do instead of chasing over some rule breakers. 

— Hm. 

König already knows where he will be eating every day from now on. But…hell, can he do this, really? It would probably be very awkward for both of you, and you may think that is stalking you, which he definitely is, but doesn’t want to show it yet. He can give you a nice tip every time, he sure as hell has money for it, but then you would think that he is trying to buy you, which he would of course try to if you would be fine with it because honestly, girl as adorable as you should get all the nicest thing she wants to, and he can provide for it, but his damned awkwardness would never let him outright say this, which would lead to a very uncomfortable situation and…

— We might need someone local to help with operations. 

Nailed it. Right? 

— Wh…what do you mean, sir? 

You look scared, nervous, he doesn’t want you to be scared, you’re supposed to feel safe around him! He might hate higher ups for giving him this rank and sending him to this fucking country, but he will protect you no matter what. He wants to be useful, for people to stop being scared of him – to start liking him instead, even if some cold, dismissive way of just stopping bothering him with stupid stuff. He would allow you to bother him all the time, he would protect you and make sure you are alright – you just have to let him, that would be really easy and…

— We’re strangers here. Lots of operations crossed because locals refuse to cooperate. We might need a guide out here. 

He sounds nonchalant, like he doesn’t really care about your answer, but the grip of his hands is stating otherwise. He throws you nervous looks, cold eyes flickering with anxiety as you take your time to answer, secretly hoping that you would get home before you’d had to state this. It doesn’t feel like a genuine question, more like a statement again. More like you don’t really have an option to say no, since he still has the power over you. Since he still looks and sounds like someone who can and will throw you over his shoulder and use it as a cannon folder. 

— I…I’m not sure, sir. I have to work at my actual job. 

Can he blow up your cafe? That would greatly diminish the chances of bumping into you on a romantic Sunday morning, ordering coffee just the way you secretly like it, and then leaving you a very generous tip that would immediately show you what a sophisticated and loaded gentleman he is. He can say that enemies did it, and then he would execute those poor people for ever messing with civilians. He can also get some people from the government to close it, so you wouldn’t have any place to work and then you would be simply forced to work with him – and help him get out of this country as soon as possible. He would pay you well, of course, and being your boss would be a very…interesting experience for him. 

— Are you sure?

You bite your lips and it's proven to be a horrible idea in such terrible weather – your skin breaks easily and you feel the blood in your mouth. Nice – now you would have to invest in lip balms again even though you are sure as hell that even yesterday the weather was nice. Colonel – König, you remember his callsign, no names of course, some twisted secret identity over protecting people who can literally kill you and won’t have consequences – look at you and you can swear to god that his eyes are narrowed, studying your features a bit more. Is he going to kill you for refusing the…job offer? Demand of working with mercenaries to protect your country? 

— Sorry, I…I really need to think about this. And get at least two weeks notice from my job. 

He is too focused on the way blood is glistening on your lips. He wants to lift the lower half of his hood and lick every little drop lingering in your mouth. Kiss this little wound until you would turn into a moaning, crying mess under him. Hold you so tight, he would leave bruises in places his fingers were – all while you are allowing him to. He isn’t delusional enough to think you like him the way he adores you already, but he is delusional enough to imagine you would comply with him mostly – he is a great person. Except for almost everything, of course. 

The road to your home is lonely, no one around, obviously. People aren’t breaking the curfew on the main streets – except for you, apparently, they are tending to do stuff in the shadows if they need something to go out at night. He looks at every street light with suspicion, almost wanting for someone to try and attack you – that would allow him to be your hero, protector, to put out all of his pent-up aggression on someone else while being praised for it. He wants someone to try and kill him just to feel a bit more alive – but then you stop in front of the house, and it only takes one look for him to decide that no, he isn’t going to let you go that easily. He may not be a good or even decent person, but he is not allowing an adorable little thing like you to live in that fucking rathole. 

— You live here? 

— Yes. Thank you for, well, looking after me. I know that I broke rules, I won’t…won’t do that again. Sorry. 

— No. 

— What do you mean “No”?

Is he going to inspect your apartment? You are pretty sure that you left your bed in a very chaotic state and there is more than one pair of panties lying on the couch. Not even speaking about how horrible your living conditions are – tiny apartments, barely enough space for one person fitting in 20 square feet with all of their stuff inside, and an overwhelming desire to blow something up each morning when one of your neighbors is fighting again. 

You don’t have anything to hide, but you are getting pretty tired of people who just think that because they sold their bodies to the military, they can do what they want. 

— It’s a horrible place for a girl to live. 

Hey! You might hate your place, but even that rathole of an apartment doesn't deserve something like this. 

— Well, it’s not a castle, but…I manage. 

— Don’t you have another place to sleep? 

He is fighting with the urge to invite you to the base instead. Far greater place for a little goddess like you, much nicer than…this. He has to physically restrain himself from throwing a hand on your shoulder. He just stared, hoping that you would pull a prank on him and actually has some better living conditions – he can’t bear thinking about you in that kind of life instead. 

— It’s a nice one, really! At least I don’t have to live with roommates. 

He can be your roommate. No, not even like this. He can buy you a freaking house if you would want, just pick a place, preferably in Austria, and that would be easy. He would love to just provide for you, to get to live with someone as adorable – as in need of protection as you. He understands that being this delusional is off brand even to him and his wild fantasies, but he spends too much time hating his work lately, and he needs some outlets, breathing room to just drown himself in fantasies about a nice girl who can actually like him. Who can be his everything, a cure to fix him even though his therapist says such expectations from your partner are toxic and codependent. 

He knows that he can’t say anything to you right now. If anything, you would dismiss any of his worries and just call him a psycho – would be right, probably, he doesn’t even know why he is so obsessed with your safety all of a sudden. He is only self-reflective enough to understand that he can’t act right now, no matter how much he would want to. He can only sigh and let the situation go, for now. He can always just show up at the place you work at. Totally not creepy at all, definitely, completely. 

— Be safe, hase. This time is very dangerous for a girl like you. 

— It’s…okay, really. You don’t have to worry about me, sir. 

Oh, but he wants to. 

Oh, but you want to run up the stairs and close the door behind you as fast as you possibly can. And maybe, just maybe, give him your number – definitely for consultation about the safety and how you can forfeit from breaking the curfew later in life. 

He puts a hand on your shoulder, large fingers tracing over your thin shirt, and goosebumps that are running on your skin aren’t from just the cold weather. You feel ashamed for kinda liking the situation – you are creeped out by him, you are curious about him, and you kinda want him to do something else. But he squeezes the soft flesh of your shoulders, rolling a bit lower, to your back – and then lets go. You breath hitches as he takes a step back, clenching his hand as if fighting the urge to do something else. 

— We’ll meet again. 

You just nod, not sure if you want it or not. König makes a point to determine which apartment is yours based on the window placement and pay you a visit in his leave time. 

#call of duty #cod x reader #cod x you #cod #konig mw2 #konig x you #konig cod #konig x reader #konig #reader insert #yandere cod #yandere x reader #yandere konig #yandere male

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

can you write bachelors with a cryptid farmer? except they're not a cryptid, just a very strange person. and by that I mean the fact farmer will simply appear one day, start giving their love interest their loved items from the get go, character doesn't even know them! and then there's the fishing in weird places, always seeming to know where and what a character is doing, always running from one place to another, sometimes passing out in the deepest depths of the caves. very weird human.

I assume, dear anon, that you mean vanilla bachelors only. Hope I'm not wrong. Anyway, thanks for asking, and enjoy! 💖🫰

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SDV bachelors with a cryptid Farmer:

Well, Sam wasn't too surprised about favourite gifts - he's always a fan of eating something tasty, and pizza, as he thinks, is a win-win for almost everyone. So it's pretty easy to guess what to make him happy. Although the young guitarist sometimes thought that Farmer behaves rather recklessly and weird, the same words were said about Sam when he stuffed 40 marshmallows into his mouth on a bet. A bit odd, but Sam doesn't care, because Farmer is a good friend and, heck yeah, free food!

They're everywhere: at Marnie's ranch, at the JojaMart, at the Saloon. Shane is already afraid to look over his own shoulder, because there, with 99.9 % accuracy, Farmer will be behind him. No matter how much the chicken lover snapped at Farmer, no matter how much he calling them names, they stood like a statue, handing him a plate of pepper poppers. This weirdo is literally stalking him, but no-one's paying attention! The hell?! Although the peppers are tasty and spicy enough, can't argue with that. Wow, what a fucking life...

Poor Harvey has been sitting up late at night looking at Farmer's medical records and he's already getting a headache from trying to find some logic. Farmer still keep going to dangerous places, keep getting seriously injured (4 emergencies in a month!), and their wounds just inhumanly heal in a couple of days! How does that even possib- Farmer? How did you get in here? The clinic's closed. Oh, wine? For him? Why, thank you, it's his favorite- !!!! They- they just teleported right in front of Harvey.... The doctor won't need a wineglass anymore, he's gonna drink right from the bottle.

Yes, Elliott must confess: after a couple of instances when the writer had not even got beyond the threshold of his cottage and he had already been handed a duck feather and a basket of pomegranates by the Farmer, one could find them very strange. But you shouldn't judge a book by its cover. Maybe Farmer just has a hard time finding the words to communicate and this is how they express signs of friendship? And fishing... What's the big deal about fishing? The valley is rich in fish, so why be surprised that there are fish almost everywhere? Anyway, Elliott decides to judge people for their actions.

Alex should probably be concerned about Farmer's strange behaviour, but he... didn't care? Pelican Town was already full of people the athlete considered a bit odd, so why should he be surprised by the new Farmer's odd behaviour? They go everywhere, they fish everywhere, so what? It's their life. Though to Alex's recollection, regular farmers don't seem to fight monsters deep in the Mines, but then again, maybe that's their hobby. Plus Farmer give him his favourite salmon dinner all the time, so what's there to complain about?

Sebastian never seemed to have mentioned to anyone that he liked obsidian and frost tear so much. So he has no idea how the new farmer might know about it. Though, on the other hand, they're always carrying a bag of various cool gems from the mine and decided to give him something, so maybe a coincidence. Later there was a case where they stood right under the door of his room to hand him sashimi (also his favourite?) and ran off somewhere. Okay, that's pretty weird. There's sashimi, though.

#stardew valley #sdv #thanks for the ask! #sdv headcanons #sdv alex #sdv sam #sdv sebastian #sdv harvey #sdv elliott #sdv shane

[the-guilty-writer]

Young (Tennis) Love

Request from anon: So reader(female teenager it's not a problem if she's adopted or not) plays tennis since childhood(ok tennis rules and it's self indulgent)and now there's a big championship in DC and ofc the whole team is there to cheer for her. So she wins and while everyone congratulate her with derek being so proud of his babygirl, her crush comes up to her to congratulate her. They are giggling and slightly flirting with each other while the team watches this interaction stifling their laugh at Derek's shocked reaction. And she explains to them later on and derek makes a mental note to have a "talk" with her.

Derek Morgan x daughter!reader

Summary: After winning a tennis match, your dad, Derek, and his team aren’t the only ones there to congratulate you.

A/N: First, I apologize for this being so overdue. Life has been kicking my ass. Second, I know nothing about tennis, so I hope this is okay. I changed the plot a tiny bit because I didn’t want to keep you waiting any longer.

CW: alcohol consumption (it’s Hotch and Rossi. Still sober), the BAU women are the best adoptive aunts, Derek is a protective dad, I think that’s it.

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Derek Morgan had been shocked when you were five years old and chose tennis out of all the sports in the world. Seriously… why couldn't you have picked basketball (though he would have quit his job and coached you all the way to the WNBA himself) or baseball (he knew enough to get you through high school) or soccer (at least then he could have been a little league coach)? Instead, you picked a sport he, himself, had never cared for.

Truly he only had himself to blame. While in line at the store, he had spent a second too long ogling at Serena Williams on the cover of a sports magazine. He was enchanted. You were enchanted. And the next thing he knew, Derek Morgan was adding a pink children's tennis racket to the cart.

It all payed off though- the classes you took as a kid where all your dad could do was sit on the sidelines, the weekends spent on the court where he tried his best to help but kept messing up, the late-night pick ups after you’d spent hours practicing, the even longer weekends filled with tournaments watching the sport that he eventually learned to appreciate for you - because you were playing in the finals of the east coast championship.

It took every ounce of control your dad had, not to be cheering as loudly for you as possible. He watched you, his baby girl, the same one who had carried around that little pink racket like a teddy bear, prepare to do the most important serve of your life thus far. Penelope sat next to him, holding his arm to keep him from springing forward. JJ and Emily were sitting on either side of Spencer, who was very quietly explaining to them the physics of the game, though neither one of the women were paying attention to him. Hotch and Rossi were sitting back in their seats. They were sipping on some very expensive whiskey that Rossi had snuck in, looking a little too much like they were trying to recreate Wimbledon.

You swung with speed and your opponent couldn’t catch it in time. A double bounce meant another point for you. Derek held his breath, waiting for the umpire to call the score. He was too nervous and excited to remember it himself.

“40-30.” To you. One more point and you’d win the whole thing.

He saw you take in a deep breath before serving, and the game began. You and your opponent wasted no time, getting into the nitty-gritty fast. At one point, you almost missed and Penelope let out a muffled gasp. Still, you went on without getting flustered and came back faster and stronger. All those early morning workouts you had done with your dad were paying off. When your opponent began to tire, you were still light on your feet. The ball came at you at a perfect angle, and you took your chance - sending the ball back at a speed your opponent could no longer handle after going too hard at the beginning. She swung back desperately and it landed out of bounds.

The umpire called the game, with you as the clear winner, and the entire BAU team erupted. Hotch and Rossi got to their feet to clap. Spencer bounced on the balls of his feet with a simple “wooo” as Emily and JJ jumped up more excitedly beside him, cheering with delight. Penelope squealed with joy. And Derek, well… he was cheering too, with happy tears streaming down his smiling face.

You beamed up at him, taking in the biggest moment of your life so far. Every late night and early morning, every party you missed to get in extra practice time, the horrible cardio workouts, and the long days spent training in the summer heat or bone-chilling winters were worth it. Your opponent came over to congratulate you, and you shook her hand politely. Your coach, who was standing by the locker room, ran over to wrap you in a hug and escorted you into the locker room.

“She’s growing up,” Hotch sighed. The rest of the team nodded in agreement, but Derek was still watching where you had disappeared behind the locker room door, his eyes filled with pride.

“Let’s go see your baby girl,” Garcia said, putting a gentle hand on his arm. Derek turned to her with a smile, and a happy tear. She hugged him tight, before they followed the rest of the team out of the stadium.

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The team stood outside the players’ entrance with the rest of the gathering families. With such a huge event, they were having difficulty tracking you down and in their line of work, they couldn’t help but think of the worst.

“I’m sure she’s fine, Derek,” JJ said, trying to comfort him.

“Yeah yeah… I know…” But Derek could still feel the tension in his chest and hear the panic in his tone. But he wouldn’t relax until he saw you emerge from the crowd. You were looking around for them, trophy in hand and bag slung over your shoulder, scanning the mass amounts of parents talking with their kids in search of your own unconventional little family.

It was Rossi who spotted you first. “Hey! There she is!” He sounded like a proud grandpa.

Your dad smiled brightly and called to you. “Baby girl!”

The sound of your nickname caught your attention and you turned to see the entire team standing there with open arms. A beaming smile spread across your face as you ran over to them. Derek caught you in his arms, spinning you around while the rest of the team clapped and shared their congratulations with you.

“I’m so proud of you,” your dad whispered, on the verge of happy tears.

“Thank you,” you whispered back.

“My turn to hug the little champion!” Garcia squealed with excitement. You received hugs from everyone on the team (including Reid, surprisingly), thanking them for coming to cheer you on.

You’d just finished giving out the last of your thank you embraces when someone called your name. The entire team turned to see a boy standing a little ways away, waving shyly in your direction. Your face heated and you turned to your dad. “I’ll be right back.”

He nodded, taking your bag and trophy from you before watching you walk away.

“What’s that about?” Emily asked.

Derek didn’t bother to answer. He was too busy watching the doe-eyed expression, shy smile, and rather ditzy giggle you had as you talked to the young man. All the signs of young first love.

JJ sighed. “Oh, I remember those days,” she said in a teasing manner. “And if he’s coming to her sports games you know it’s serious.”

Penelope joined them just in time to watch the young man hand you a flower, making your smile brighter.

“Oh!” she cooed. “That is so sweet!”

Emily smirked. “Looks like someone’s in lov-”

“Prentiss,” Derek cut her off. “Don’t.”

The women of the BAU giggled at your dad’s reaction, giving one another knowing looks. In their heads they were already planning a girls night out to ask you about everything. Derek, on the other hand, made a mental note to give you a different kind of talk later.

#derek morgan fanfiction #derek morgan x reader #derek morgan x daughter!reader #derek morgan x child!reader #derek morgan x y/n #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x y/n #criminal minds x teen!reader #criminal minds x daughter!reader #criminal minds x child!reader

[dontbesoweirdkira]

Imagine coming home from a long day of running errands to see ¡yandere! Sam Trapani beating one of your admirers to a bloody pulp on your front door step.

Warnings: Gore, violence, mentions of stalking, obsession, forced relationship

A/N: I drew this at the depths of night when I couldn’t sleep. I haven’t seen really any yandere mafia stuff soooo…… here you go!! Art + headcannon…you may now feast.

Requests: open 24/7

Bonus pt.2

(I mention that the admirer is young, I mean like Sam is 40 so the other guys is late 20’s to early thirties. Sam is just getting insecure about his age)

Sam had been stalking and slowly trying to court you for about a year and he’s getting closer to his goal of finally making you his; but this new guy that just moved in next door is just fucking it alll up.

It first started with the guy going over to your house to introduce himself and harmlessly wanting to be a friendly neighbor. Then quickly become bolder and bolder with his flirtations, much to Sam’s dismay! Could you believe that THE Sam Trapani is extremely jealous of this guy?? Probably 10 years younger and quite handsome, That boy is a serious threat.

You laugh louder at his jokes than you do at sam’s, your clothes are getting much more revealing and the way you prance your little ass over to him anytime he calls your name was seriously eating at him and he’s at his wits end of it. Sam knows he’s getting older but is his charm really that stale now?

Even when Sam is having a full conversation with with you this little shit will come around and inject himself into the whole interaction. Sam even started going grocery shopping on your schedule just to be able to have some alone time with you and yet again this man appears out of the wood works. Every. Single. Time.

(Okay that’s a little dramatic but the point still stands…Sammy cannot keep up with him. He’s finally met his match and he’s so whiny about ittt)

The other guys noticed this and found it extremely hilarious, Trapani wasn’t the hot shit of the town anymore and there was someone younger and more good looking ready to take his place and his girl. They poked fun and joked how Sam was now officially an old geezer and that a young damsel like yourself wouldn’t want anything to do with him. They fed into his insecurities and made everything just ten times worse. Of course they meant no harm, Sam usually wouldn’t be hung up on a girl for too long and plus he still had pretty much every other woman of Lost Haven in his hands so what what the big deal? Why were you so damn special anyways?

“Look Sam,” paulie breathed in between laughs. “Y/N is admittedly very gorgeous but just leave it alone at this point. She’s very obviously more into him than you. What about that broad down at the Corleone…what was her name??”

“Michelle..” Sam gritted in a low venomous tone

“Right, Michelle! Maaaaybeee…you can get her out of that hell hole and I’m sure once she cleans up nicely she’ll be…something of a wife” Paulie erupted into laughter once again after finishing that sentence, barely able to hold back the tears that accompanied it.

Sam already decided enough was enough and there was no point in trying to play this whole love game thing fairly. Going down to your house and giving it to you straight was the only way he could think of doing this. He wanted your love story to feel organic and for your admiration for him to slowly bloom but you’re obviously not getting it. You don’t understand that Sam is the only possible match for you.

So much time stalking, analyzing and carefully articulating every move he made with you isn’t about be washed down the drain just because some bright eyed sucker wants to fuck you. No…it’s okay though. You’re just slightly misguided by all the butterflies and fluff but soon he’ll lead you right back to where you need to be.

As his car approached your door, he noticed a fellow holding a huge bouquet of flowers and a wrapped gift in his hand ready to knock on your door. Obviously Sam’s time was running out far sooner than he had previously expected at that moment something inside of him snapped.

Without thinking any further he got out of his sleek black car and opened the trunk, out of it he grabbed a bat and started towards the young man.

”Oh hey Sam! I’ve been knocking on y/n’s door for quite some time now. Do you know where sh-“ before the young man could even finish his next sentence the bat connected with his head and continued to do so as Sam kept striking him over and over..

Nothing was said out of Sam’s mouth as he beat him to a pulp…actually nothing could be heard throughout the entire neighborhood outside of the thwacking of the bat and the cries that escaped the admirer’s lips, pleading for him to stop. Everyone in the neighborhood silently watch from a distance, they all knew of Sam’s affiliation and no one wanted to be next on Salierie’s list. Even the birds decided to stop chirping in fear they too would meet the same fate as the fellow

This continued on for another couple minutes before a blood curdling scream broke Sam’s attack.

“Sam?!? What the hell are you doing to him????”

Hearing you’re familiar voice, Sam swiftly stood up to face you, hurriedly trying to explain what happened.

“Look…y/n calm down, this is just a simple miss understanding…”

He flashed a brisk smile and steadily started walking towards you

“Just come with me and we can speak about this over dinner, huh? You’d like that?”

Shaking your head and carefully backing away from the deranged man, you cried out

“No…n-no…no Sam….” A breath passed “Y-you gangsters are all the same…you hurt people without cause, just look at what you did to him! He was a good man!”

Sam for a moment, stopped walking and looked back at the bloody scene he had just created before looking back at you.

“Oh sweetheart…”

He began walking towards you again, this time faster so he could catch your arm.

“…trust me when I say, this isn’t the worst i could’ve done to em’. ”

Pulling you in close to his chest, he moved slightly to the side of your face and lowered his lips to your ear before speaking again,

“I’ve got something to make it up to you, doll face.” Looking down at his bloody and bruised hands, he held a perfectly intact rose…

#yandere imagines #mafia trilogy #sam trapani #sam trapani x reader #mafia definitive edition #tommy angelo #paulie lombardo #mafia game #mafia headcanon #headcanon #yandere headcanons #yandere sam Trapani #yandere mafia #vito scaletta #mafia 2 #mafia 3 #yandere #my artwork #Sam trapani fanart

[teriri-sayes]

Reactions to Trash Boss’s Chapter 125

In today’s chapter, Cale began his walk up the mountain. The chapter ended with Cale still walking up the mountain. I’m not joking, hahahaha… It’s like a recap of the chapters when Cale met the Murim Alliance Leader. One chapter was dedicated to Cale walking towards the Murim Alliance Leader’s room, and the next chapter was all about Cale just sitting down. Hahaha….

No mention of LSH or CJS again. Sad. There was a CH mention because CH was admiring the mysteriousness of the Kunlun Mountains. Raon worrying about Cale’s stamina in climbing the mountain was cute though.

Now that the two groups of the Murim Alliance had regrouped together, our general commander was grinning when she saw everyone in the 2nd group being scared of Cale, hahaha… Dominating Aura is too OP, why no nerf, Jungwon?

We got 2 new characters. In Ho, the leader of the Kunlun School. MTL was being weird here because it translated ‘hermit’ as ‘fresh’… And Cale gulping in admiration at the typical hermit appearance was not helping when MTL is involved. It made Cale look like he had a crush or something, lol… And MTL using ‘Jang Mun In’ made me wonder if this was a new character until I realized I had that term on my Murim Terms glossary. Jang-mun-in simply means “school/sect leader.”

Un Seon was present too, if you ever remember her. She was one of the people in Elder Ho’s group before and the one who wanted to invite Cale to the Kunlun School before Cale himself said he was going there.

Evil Faction people were not staying in the Kunlun School because they were at odds with each other. At least, they did not fight. They were very obedient to our trash boss, hahaha… But poor Kunlun School. The Good Faction literally used them as a shield against the Demon Cult. They knew that if the Kunlun School collapsed, a powerful school opposing the Demon Cult would disappear and someone would have to take their place, so the Good Faction people did their best to support the Kunlun School to maintain their role as a shield.

Our Wi-kipedia arrived with two members of the Embroidered Uniform Guard (EUG). Gosh, typing the full name of EUG is tiring. Anyway, misunderstandings happen because Cale received two elixirs from the emperor. Everyone else be like, ‘the EUG is bowing to him!’ (the EUG only bow down to the emperor), ‘what is Young Master Kim’s relation to the emperor,’ and so on. Meanwhile, our trash boss was mentally praising the emperor for promising to send more elixirs, hahahaha… Cale, won’t your other hyung back in Roan be jealous?

Kunlun School had a misunderstanding about Cale being in the Nature Realm. And they were in awe because the highest martial arts rank they knew was the Profound Realm. Only Heavenly Demon, the Demon Cult Leader, and an elder of the Kunlun School were at that rank.

The other new character was ‘Eldest Brother.’ Yeah, he did not have a name. He was only called by his position in the Kunlun School. I think they have a tradition of calling school disciples as ‘brother’ or ‘sister.’ Unfortunately, our poor Durst went “Ueeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!,” so Cale’s group instantly realized this guy was a Living Jiangshi too. Eldest Brother was the next leader of the Kunlun School. What exactly is Blood Cult planning that the next leaders of the young generation are Living Jiangshi?

We might see another scene of Cale coughing blood again. But with the two new elixirs (and the more to follow), perhaps not? We’ll see in the next chapters.

What will happen in the next chapter? Will Cale’s walk up the mountain end? Or will it be a replay of the Murim Alliance Leader’s chapters? But seriously, author seems to be a fan of murim because the murim arc is seriously detailed and long. Compare that to the Xiaolen arc where we only get a few characters with names. According to my Murim Terms goggle sheets, we already have 40+ new characters in the murim arc alone.

The comments on Ridi are excited about the upcoming Cale blood faucet. Aren’t we all? Hahaha…. Sorry, Cale. Your fandom likes to see you suffer. And witness your attempts to gain slacker life fail…

Overall, this chapter was so-so. Not exactly disappointing, but not exciting either. It’s just Cale walking up the mountain and some stuff happening. We’re still a long way from meeting the Blood Cult. And does anyone remember Karin Orsena? She’s supposed to be in this world, right?

#tcf spoilers #trash of the count's family

[captain-mj]

angels of digitalism part two please very very pretty please

Done!! Part 1 is right here

Soap pulled into the parking lot the next morning just in time to see Ghost fly by and park. Without Roach. He noticed a car he didn’t recognize and assumed they must’ve came separately today. 

“Hey Ghost!” Soap beamed at him as Ghost slipped off his helmet. He just had a neck gaiter on so Soap could see his fluffy blond hair. It was clearly bleached, having the unnatural platinum that came from doing so, 

“Johnny.” Ghost tilted his head at him and Soap almost tripped over air.

“Don’t remember telling you that name.”

“It was on your resume. Would you prefer I stick to Soap?” He looked at him, tilting his head. Ghost had the most puppy dog brown eyes that Soap had ever seen. It didn’t help that his hair fell in his face and that he could only be described as pretty. 

“No. It’s fine. Only you can call me that though, alright?”

Ghost’s eyes crinkled like he was smiling. “I’m glad I’m your favorite.” He started walking and Soap felt flustered as he started to walk after him. 

Soap looked up at him, hands going behind his back. “You uh… have any plans today?”

“Mostly rigging checks. I put the wires and harnesses up myself so I’m going to make sure they’re all solid.”

Soap frowned. “Don’t the venue owners handle that?”

“Don’t trust them. A lot of them don’t follow the same standard. Not putting Rudy and Roach at stake because of that.” 

“Also you. You’re also doing the fancy tricks this time right?”

Ghost shrugged. “Not the same. I fall, I recover. They fall and they… crack. I threw Rodolfo onto a bed once and it sounded like pop rocks.“ He sighed. Soap had to pause and really think about that. 

Did he have it wrong? Was Ghost dating Rodolfo and Alejandro was dating Roach? Where did that leave Alex? Was Alex dating anyone? 

Maybe if he was single… He was a strapping young man. 

Soap laughed and decided to change the subject. “You hurt your wrist so bad you can’t play guitar.”

Ghost was silent for a minute and Soap was wondered he offended him before laughed. “Fair enough. I did…” He rubbed his bandaged wrist. 

“How did you hurt yourself anyway?”

“Scraped it up on my bike. Someone pulled out in front of me too fast and I skidded across the road. More embarrassing than anything honestly.” 

Soap frowned. “You were in a fucking accident?? And that’s all that happened?”

“No. I’m just lying to you.”

“Oh.”

“Also, don’t trust any story Alex gives you about losing his leg. 50/50 chance he’s lying to you.” Ghost patted his shoulder and held the door open for him. 

Soap nodded and just got to work. He perched on the edge of the couch since Rodolfo was lounging on it, headphones in. Occasionally, he’d speak in spanish so Soap assumed he was on a call. Made sense, he was the manager. 

Soap started to draw again and tried out different methods and styles to see what might look best. 

Rodolfo sat up after a while and used the couch properly. He kicked his legs out and took his headphones off after saying goodbye in English. 

Soap hummed. “Who was that?”

“Alejandro Vargas. He’ll be dropping by later. You can ask for an autograph if you want but no pictures.” Rodolfo started to work on his tablet.

Soap shrugged. “Might get one for a friend of mine but I don’t actually like his music that much.”

“Me either but he’s a friend of everyone here.” 

Soap nodded and showed him what he had so far. 

“I like it. This it?”

“No. This is a rudimentary sketch.” Soap frowned, wondering if they seriously considered that worth the amount of money they were paying him and decided not to ask, lest his feelings get hurt. They didn’t really seem to get how art like this worked.

Rodolfo nodded and handed him roughly 40 bucks. “Coffee again. Need me to text it?”

“Nah, I still have the texts from yesterday.” Soap took the money and did a two finger salute. He once again got all of their drinks and handed them out. When he got to Ghost, he paused. “Uh, where is Roach?” He was trying not to look at Ghost who was hanging upside and shirtless. After working up there for the past hour, he must’ve gotten hot but that logical explanation did not erase that Ghost was fit and scarred and so damn attractive Soap was worried he’d get hard right then and there. 

Ghost glanced around. “He might be working with Alex. I think they were doing something with his outfit for the vocaloid.” He twisted himself in the ropes so he sat upright and took his drink. The position spread his legs and put a little strain on his arms, making them tense. Soap’s knees started feeling a little weak. 

Ghost drank some more and tilted his head. “You okay? You look really flushed?”

“I’m fine.” Soap smiled, noticing the tattoos circling Ghost’s arm. They were clearly covering some scarring. It looked rough, a bit like a dog or something had attacked him. “I’ll go find Roach.” He stepped away and went in the direction that Ghost pointed out to him. 

Soap watched Alex grab Roach’s hips and move him. Roach’s back arched a little and the image on screen just didn’t move. Alex sighed and put his head on Roach’s, almost pouting. 

Were they dating?? 

Alex glanced over, hand going around Roach’s waist. Roach leaned into him and they both either didn’t realize the position or simply didn’t care. Soap wasn’t sure how to handle that considering just yesterday Roach and Ghost had been tangled together. He stared for another minute before Alex snapped his fingers. “Hey, Soap, you alright?”

“Yeah. I’m good.” 

“Cool.” They took their drinks and got back to debugging the vocaloid. Roach would do certain moves and the vocaloid would just stop and freeze until it would snap into whatever position Roach was in. Alex was quickly getting annoyed and it was obvious. They went back and forth on it with them either moving around or standing still. 

Alex groaned. “Soap. Wear the costume.”

“What?”

“Wear the costume.” 

Roach started to strip and Soap stared blankly. “Why do I need to do this??” When he was down to his underwear, he handed them to Soap. 

“I need Roach to help me at the computer so someone has to wear the suit.” 

Soap slowly took of his own clothes and quickly put on the outfit. Roach was a little slimmer than him so it was tight over his shoulders and ass. It was just leggins and a long sleeve shirt with wires so it wasn’t the most revealing, it was just tight. He listened to Alex’s explanations and watched Roach sign back at him. Roach had no shame in continuing to stand there in his underwear. It was hard for Soap not to look at him. They were musicians and performers, it made sense they were attractive, had to be honestly, but it was ridiculous just how hot Roach was. Slim figure, the exact opposite of Ghost, nice thighs and an even nicer ass. And the entire time, he’d bend over the laptop, back arching slightly. 

Was everyone here trying to kill him? What next? Alex taking his shirt off and pouring water over his head? Rodolfo speaking to him in spanish?? 

Was this flirting? Or were they just oblivious? They couldn’t be, right?

After a bit, the vocaloid followed the movements like they were supposed and Roach beamed at Soap. He reached up and lightly bonked their heads together before helping Soap out of the clothing. It felt more like he peeled the shirt off and it made him really flustered. Roach’s hands were very cold and they brushed against his back before he politely handed Soap’s shirt to him. He was clearly smiling and that made Soap even more flustered when he pulled it on. Soap nodded at him and fled, running back to his couch and his laptop. 

Except… Alejandro was sitting there. He was playing what looked like a knock off of candy crush and completely ignored Soap as he walked past him. 

“Hi.” 

Alejandro nodded at him. He sipped his drink and Soap picked up the tablet to get to work. The silence was… actually kinda nice. Soap wasn’t usually one that could handle sitting there without talking, but he was deep in his art and Alejandro was deep in typing whatever it was he was typing. 

Ghost reappeared and Alejandro wolf whistled at him. “What are you doing walking around like that?”

Ghost glared at him. “Fuck off you slag.” 

“Not my fault you’re a fine piece of ass.” Alejandro grinned and Ghost rolled his eyes and pulled his shirt back on. His back muscles flexed as he did. 

“You’re so annoying. Why are you here?”

“Tour just ended so I’m hanging out with you guys. Obviously. Why? Don’t love me anymore?”

Ghost shook his head and sat between them. Three big men on a couch was a bit of a hard fit, but Soap wasn’t going to complain. 

Soap showed Ghost who leaned into him to watch him draw. The silence was slightly less comfortable so he started explaining what techniques he was using. Ghost didn’t really seem to get it, but he listened nonetheless. 

Soap was coming to terms with the fact they were all a lot less cool than he was expecting, but it was nice. Maybe they could be friends when this was over.

#johnny soap mactavish #john price #captain john price #ghostsoap #soapghost #simon ghost riley #soap cod #cod mw2 #ghost cod #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare ii #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #rodolfo cod #gary roach sanderson #ghostroach #roachghost #soapghostroach #eventually #alex keller

[yernemm]

FNAF Movie :^)

Just watched it and I wanna write down my thoughts.

First bit of this post is mostly spoiler-free, I'll put spoilers under the read more.

If you're a fan and you're planning on watching it anyway, DO NOT READ ANYTHING ABOUT IT. TL;DR: it's good, we've waited so long for this, you'll enjoy it, don't spoil it for yourself :^)

First of all, I really enjoyed it. It felt very genuine, like it was made for the fans. Despite having a couple scares, it wasn't really scary. People who just wanna watch a horror film but don't really care for FNAF might be a bit disappointed there. Though as a FNAF fan, it's exactly what I hoped it would be tone-wise. It has a horror theme to it but doesn't take itself too seriously. It's pretty funny too, and has a lot of references to various things from the games and community (I'll elaborate in the spoilery bit).

There's a lot of small details sprinkled in throughout the movie, and I definitely missed some of them. I'll probably be rewatching it asap whenever it's available online.

Spoilers below (I have a lot to say about the lore) \/

FINAL SPOILER WARNING, IF YOU MISCLICKED, LOOK AWAY NOW. I WILL BE SPOILING THE FNAF MOVIE !!!!

I'm very interested about the canon of this movie. Although it seems like an adaptation of the first game, the plot and some major characters are very different. Game canon has always been pretty unclear but this movie contradicts a lot of what we thought we knew. It could be a retcon, or it be its own movie canon (that the potential movie sequels will follow). I'm very curious about the theories that people will have about it.

Here's some major points:

Mike Schmidt is Mike Schmidt, not a pseudonym for Michael Afton. Does Michael Afton even exist?? Who knows. Either way, William Afton immediately recognises his surname and immediately offers him the Freddy's job upon reading it. This could be because he knew Mike's brother, though I would've assumed that William was just killing random kids during MCI. Specifically picking Mike for the job due to this connection was very interesting. Also, what happened to Garrett? Like, yeah, William killed him, but he's not one of the ghost kids.

Abby / Vanessa -- who even is Elizabeth Afton?? The general theory before the movie came out was that Abby was the movie version of Elizabeth. Name is an anagram of Baby, she's Mike's sister, etc. But we now know that Mike and Abby are not William's children. Instead, Vanessa is William's daughter. It sort of makes sense, Elizabeth has been portrayed with blonde hair before and there is a loose connection between Security Breach Vanessa and Elizabeth. (Her actress is also Elizabeth Lail...) The timeline also lines up, Vanessa/Elizabeth was a child in the 80s, since the FNAF movie is set in 2000. One small problem though... Vanessa is alive. Is Elizabeth actually Vanessa's sister that died in the 80s, similar to what happened to Mike's brother? Why does William blame the missing children incident on Vanessa during the final confrontation? I have no idea. I'm really curious to see how this all connects.

There's a weird previously unseen springlock suit in the storage room??? It almost looks like an early version of Baby, based on the face... And Abby almost gets placed into it. Interesting.

I gotta refresh myself on the game lore, I do wonder how much of the game lore still makes sense if you assume the movie is also canon. Maybe the Schmidt family (Mike, Abby, Garrett) can work as the Afton children (Michael, Elizabeth, Crying Child) with William Afton actually having a different family to what we assumed (Vanessa). Though, assuming movie Vanessa is the same as game Vanessa, with Security Breach taking place likely 25-35 years after the events of the movie (which was confirmed to be in 2000), she would be in her 40s / 50s in SB. Maybe she just looks young for her age ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I suppose it's possible that in the 2030s, an unrelated woman who looks strikingly similar to Afton's daughter just decided to work for Freddy's. Maybe Afton controlled SB Vanessa because she reminds him of his daughter. Who knows.

Moving on from the lore, here's some other things I wanted to mention:

Chica's magic rainbow in the mall

The diner that MatPat works at is named Sparky's (reference to the Sparky dog hoax from early fnaf days)

Also... MATPAT IS IN THE MOVIE. And he says something like "Lunch is more important than breakfast, but that's just a theory." (or the other way round)

Dream theory being a book and major plot point

After the credits, there's a robotic voice reading out letters (similar to that one fnaf minigame). At first I thought it read something like HOME (I didn't quite hear the rest). But it could just have been SAVE THEM or HELP THEM like in the minigames. EDIT: After rewatching this part, it definitely says "COME FIND ME".

They actually played TLT's FNAF song in the credits.

There's some loose parallels to things that happen in the books, like foxy for Abby around arcade machines, similar to what happened to Charlie in The Silver Eyes.

Balloon Boy toy jumpscares were hilarious.

The animatronics teaming up to build a fort for Abbie was hilarious.

I just love how goofy this movie was in some parts...

The ending does establish some plot points for the sequel with Willy getting springlocked and Mike telling Abbie "you never know what may happen" when she asks to return to Freddy's.

What happened to the aunt's body?? Like, the people who broke in got stuffed so they are accounted for. Presumably golden freddy didn't take the aunt's body when he and Abby went back to Freddy's. So did Mike and Abby come back home to their dead aunt lying on the floor????

They used the profanity budget for the movie's age rating to let the pharmacist call Mike an asshole. Love it.

WILLIAM ALWAYS COMES BACK

But Cupcake was the real villain all along.

That's all I remember for now. I might edit this later if I remember more. Very cool movie :^) 👍👍

#FNAF #five nights at freddy's #fnaf movie #five nights at freddy's movie #fnaf movie spoilers #movie

[globetrotter28]

Another Cover Up (Part 5)

Fandom: The Boys

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Fem!Reader

Summary: After Herogasm, Butcher, Hughie and Soldier Boy realise they might need more reinforcements. After doing more research, they discover the woman who was also injected with Compound V alongside Soldier Boy back in the 40’s. Everyone also thought she was KIA that day at Nicaragua. But if Soldier Boy was still alive… maybe she was too?

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Chapter Warnings: language, drugs/use, seeing masturbation

My apolo-geez.... I had family come stay, I had work drama, I had wisdom teeth removed, I had family drama, I had friend drama... my life haha

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Series Masterlist - Part 4

"Could you get a bigger stack of weed?" You joked as Butcher got back into the car, tossing the brick of cannabis onto your lap.

"Love... Soldier Boy is going through this shit like no one's business. He's smoking like a bloody chimney." He says looking at you.

"And who's the one feeding it to him?" You point out.

He eyes you, judging to see if you're tone is accusing in a bad way or if you're just ribbing him. Your raised eyebrow but dimple in the cheek tells him it's the latter.

"He could use the healing properties the herb offers, eh?" He winks at you.

"Hmmhmm..." you respond. "All jokes aside...," you swallow, "he's not okay... is he? Like… really.”

Butcher takes a deep breath, contemplating how to answer. But as he looks at the seriousness in your eyes, he knows not only are you going to figure it out without him saying it, but you already know the truth. And that you were a straight shooter who would appreciate him being honest.

"Love... you haven't seen wha' he's done." Butcher's Cockney accent is thick with his serious tone. "Midtown, Herogasm... something sets him off and I've seen it before."

"You think he has Shell Shock?" You frown with confusion at him.

"It's called something different now, but yeah."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" You exclaim in astonishment.

"It's a lot more common nowadays... well, not common... more… accepted...?" Butcher finds himself trying to correct himself, surprising even himself.

"Accepted?" Butcher nods as an answer. "You know people used to be executed for that, right? They were considered cowards." Your voice trails off.

"Trust me, I know." Butcher's expression becomes dark, images of his days in the British special forces flashing across his mind... Lenny...

You see the images, but try your best to turn it off again. You'd been doing so well all afternoon. But you couldn't help but be curious when a young boy enters his mind though...

"What's it called now?" You ask, curious.

"PTSD... stands for Post Traumatic Stress Disorder."

"Post Traumatic Stress..." you whisper, testing the words on your tongue, thinking about the conversation you and Ben had on the plane back from Russia. "Fuck... I think you're right..." you sigh out, turning to look out the window once again.

Butcher looks over to you, seeing you looking out the window. He wishes for just a moment that he could be the one to read your mind, to see what it was that made you think that, when you hadn't seen what Soldier Boy was capable of doing, intentional or otherwise since coming back.

~~~~~~~~~~~

You and Butcher pulled up to Legend’s house mid afternoon. You carried the brick of weed out, Butcher grabbing the shopping bag from the store he went into earlier.

As you entered the house and made your way up the stairs you could hear faint music playing from the room Ben was staying in. You couldn’t help the roll of of your eyes and the pang in your heart. You knew you seemed pathetic… pining after a man who clearly never felt he same way. But you felt it was easier to have him in your life some way than not at all.

You followed the voices of Hughie and Legend to the living room, where you saw Ben’s part time career as a “singer” playing on the TV, but the sound was off.

“Jesus…” you can’t help but say under your breath.

“There you are.” Butcher tosses the bag onto the free couch. As he turns to look around, he takes off his glasses, realising Soldier Boy isn’t with them. “Oh, fuck me. Is he still at it?” He asks, disbelief colouring his tone.

“He hasn’t come out all day…” Hughie answers quietly, looking to Y/N quickly.

“Are we fucking surprised?” You scoff, fingers digging into the weed.

“So did you find anything? I’d really love the freedom to reign in my own home sometime soon.” The Legend’s slightly irritated voice speaks up, changing the subject, which you’re grateful for.

“Fuck all.” Butcher answers.

“Seriously?”

“Yes, Hughie. I don’t think he’s been to the three we went to in years.” You contribute. “And they’re the only ones I knew about.”

“Well I guess we’d better talk to him.”

“Right you are.” Butcher makes a move to head back down to Ben’s room, the three of you following. You stay at the rear, not wanting to be the first one to see what you’re inevitably going to walk in on.

As you all walk through the door, the music and moans are now louder and evident to everyone else. You follow behind Legend, who’s older knees are struggling to move as fast as Butcher’s or Hughie’s down the stairs into the room.

“You got a minute?” Butcher asks, interrupting the two women pleasuring themselves on the bed, along with Ben steadily stroking himself. The women gasp in surprise at being caught naked and partaking in the sexual activities, whereas Ben continues as he looks over his shoulder at the group.

“Oh, good. Lube? Huh? C’mon, I can’t go in raw.” Ben says, looking directly at Hughie.

“Please… don’t make eye contact.” Hughie begs, his level of uncomfortableness radiating off him.

“Hughie, listen, these women, they’re like fine wine. Okay, the older they get, the more delicious, but the drier.”

“Mary, Lucille, come on, chop-chop.” Legend moves between Butcher and Hughie towards the women. “Break time’s over. That shags not gonna vacuum itself. Come on.” He grabs their clothes handing them to them, as the women attempt to cover themselves and move to the stairs.

You move off the last step to the side, out of their way. They both give you a side-eye as they begin to make their way up the stairs, to which you can only scoff and raise your brows.

“What’s the problem?” You look back to see Ben has covered himself up with the silk robe he had on, joint in his hand

“What’s the problem?” Legend clarifies. “First of all. I can never fire those girls now, thank you. And second of all, this bed has seen two Jaclyn’s. You know that? Smith and Bisset.” He looks around. “Y-you’re treating it like a Reno cathouse.”

“Jesus.” Ben sighs, lifting the join to this lips.

“The problem,” Butcher interrupts, “is you gave me eleven of Mindstorm’s last-knowns. So far, Y/N and I’ve had a look at three and found fuck all. I-I’m chasing me fucking tail here, mate.” Butcher twirls his finger in the air.

“Sounds like that’s three down and eight to go.” Ben says, cockiness dripping from his tone.

“Yeah. And that’s gonna take weeks, and weeks I don’t got.”

This is where Legend decides to interrupt the conversation talking about his Egyptian cotton sheets… Ben and you both roll your eyes.

“The deal was, we get the rest of Y/N and my team, then we get Homelander.”

“And all I’m saying, is we could use a hand figuring it out.”

Ben moves to stand up. “I told you. Mindstorm’s a paranoid fuck. But, hey, if you could hear everybody’s shitty thoughts, you’d be too.”

“Thanks.” You add from the back of the room. Ben only gives you a look.

“Look, he bought up all the run-down cabins all over the place. He’s Howard Hughs without the piss jars. He’s bat shit crazy.” He lifts the joint once again.

“Mindstorm’s not crazy.” Legend interrupts from the other side of the bed. “He’s bipolar.”

“Bipolar?” You ask. You never knew that…

“He’s bipolar?” Hughie also asks.

“Yeah.” Legends answers, walking between the group.

“Does he take meds for it?”

“I believe so. At least he did.” He turns to make his way up the stairs. “Girls, it smells like sex and Bengay in here!” He calls out, making his way up the stairs.

“Lithium prescriptions are that common.” Your attention moves back to Hughie. “I mean, I doubt he’s making it. Maybe… I-if we look at all the cabins and we…”

“And then check the local pharmacies.” Butcher adds.

“Yeah.”

“See who’s handing out Lithium.” Butcher pauses for a moment, before moving to pat Hughie on the arm. “Nice one, Hughie.” He smiles.

“We’re gonna need more reefer.” You all turn to look at Ben, sitting on the bed again, a leg hitched high with the dressing gown falling down exposing his muscular thighs. He only looks up at us, joint half way to his mouth and smiles wide.

Butcher and Hughie look at each other, as you peg the brick of weed at Ben, catching him off guard as it hits him heavy in the chest.

“Erm, I’m going to start cross referencing those cabins and pharmacies.”

Butcher sees the pissed off look on your face, and the shocked one on Ben.

“Uh, yeah I’ll come help.”

After they both leave the room, Ben asks, “What the hell?”

“What the fuck are you doing?” Your anger is evident.

“Um… enjoying myself. Here, take a hit.” Ben holds the joint out to you.

“You’ve been back, for what? Two weeks now?” You ask, moving towards him.

“Something like that.” He answers, breathing out his puff of smoke.

“And what have you done? Other than blow up a hundred people on two seperate occasions?”

“Hey!” He stands up, towering over you. “I told you that wasn’t what I meant to do.” He growled

“But what else have you been doing to find these fucks?” You grit out with clenched teeth. “You stay here all fucking day, screwing the help.” You admit, you know your personal feelings were getting involved, but you also wanted to find your old team just as much as he did.

“You could be here too if you wanted to be.”

“Focus on the fucking task at hand Ben. You’re acting like you don’t even want to find them.” You growl.

“Get that stick outta your ass, Y/N. I’m sure Legend has a chef or a gardener who’d love to help you with that. You’ve always been so stuck up. Get banged and banged good for once.”

You can’t help yourself. You don’t even know you’ve done it until Ben’s face is twisted to the side. But slapping him did feel good…

“You know me fucking better than that, Ben.” You seethe.

You see the anger in his eyes, but you turn away quickly and storm up the stairs. You grab Butcher’s set of keys he tossed on the table as you walked into the house.

“Y/N?” You hear Hughie’s voice, but keep walking.

“I’m taking Butcher’s wheels. I’ll be back.” You say over your shoulder, slamming the front door as you make your way to the car and start her up.

Part 6

#soldier boy #soldier boy x reader #the boys #the boys tv #read on wattpad #fanfic #read on ao3 #female reader #william butcher #billy butcher #hughie campbell

[gillianthecat]

Candy Color Paradox episode 4

Having vented my complaints, and after some helpful conversations about the show, I was better able to enjoy this episode for the fluff that the show is rather than being frustrated about what it is not. I mean, I still think that it's missing a lot of opportunities to explore some interesting themes around ethics, celebrity journalism, Kaburagi's cool boy pose and the way he uses sex for his job, Onoe's... not innocence, but whatever it is that makes him a blushing maiden uke, and everyone's feelings about sex in general. But I accept that's not what the show wants to do. It is straight up yaoi archetypes and a silly plot to smash them together. ("Now kiss.") The glancing look at deeper questions is probably accidental.

That being said, here is what I thought while watching this episode:

- lol it looks like they heard my complaining about how bad they were at stalking people because the literal first conversation in this episode is about how they're too obvious in a parked car 😂

- ooh la la, and they're in a love hotel 😳🤭😉 How risqué. Poor little blushing uke. 🥺

- Aw poor Onoe. He was all ready to fuck then and there. (Or maybe just kiss? I'm not sure how he interpreted the phrase that Gaga translated as "let's do it.")

- It seems odd to me that a paparazzi photographer is also the one taking official portraits. Is that a real thing (in general or in Japan specifically) or just a contrivance for the plot here. Not important, just curious.

- More extremely jealous Onoe 😂 To be fair, I too would be jealous under the very confusing circumstances he's in.

- I hope we get Kaburagi photographing Onoe. Bonus points if Onoe doesn't notice him doing it. I love that trope and what's the point of having a photographer character if you don't use it.

- Haruta is blatantly flirting lol. I suspect that Kaburagi is trying to see if he can catch Inami in jealousy with this hair fixing maneuver, but he's caught Onoe in his net instead. 😂

- But are these actors dating/in love? Is the father/little sister thing a ruse or their genuine feelings? Now I want to know, not because I care about these imaginary celebrities, but because I feel like the answer will say something about the show's perspective on paparazzi ethics.

- Is Onoe putting the pieces together about Kaburagi's purpose? And does Inami's expression while on his phone indicate jealousy or disinterest? I honestly can't tell the answer to either of those.

- Innocent Onoe is literally eating vanilla yogurt while bad boy Kaburagi is smoking.😂

- Go Onoe! Bravely asking Kaburagi what he meant be "I like you." I'm so proud.

- On the one hand, I'm annoyed at Kaburagi for acting so aloof and not taking Onoe's understandable frustration seriously. On the other hand, "smutty alien" is adorably hilarious and I can't blame him for laughing fondly at it. I do wonder if it's a literal translation, or an actual phrase in Japanese, or if it's as random and absurd as it sounds in English.

- Onoe is so obvious when he tails people 🤣

- Inami is pulling an Issei and killing the paparazzi stalker with kindness. I love it. Perhaps that is just how celebrities in Japan deal with paps? I don't know.

- Inami is cute though. And very young looking for supposedly 40. Though the actor is 36, so not that far off.

- Oh the meta levels of young new actors trying to shake off their idol images. I have no idea if Kimura Keito and Yamanaka Jyutaro are actually trying to shake off their idol images, but it does feel a bit ironic or something.

- Onoe. Where is your journalist's skepticism. Are you always this credulous or is it because your brain has been turned to mush by your crush?

- I see Kaburagi wonders the same thing. Perhaps we're both being unfair to Onoe and he just has good instincts.

- Kaburagi noticed Onoe's yogurt and brought him the same kind! Cracks in the facade! Feelings creeping back in. And brave Onoe immediately goes to ask him...

- and... a mid-sentence cliffhanger.

- Looks like next week it'll be Kaburagi's turn to be jealous. And we get more Inami. Being flirty even. Hooray for me!

There probably are things I could say about their developing relationship, the slow melting of Kaburagi's numbness and cynicism, and Onoe's (honestly wise) anxiety about falling for this confusing ice prince (or tsundere seme, to use yaoi vocabulary), but I frankly don't care enough about the characters or this relatively shallow take on this conventional romance arc to think much about it. Still, now that I'm thinking of them as cartoons come to life I'm enjoying them a lot more.

#candy color paradox #ameiro paradox #ameiro ep 4 #gillianthecat reacts to bl #kind of like liveblogging #the gif is terrible but that kind of fits its purpose here #it's literally a 'live' photo of my computer screen that tumblr and/or my phone somehow converted into a gif #i'm not complaining i'm thrilled to discover that's possible

[gcthvile]

Top Gun OC list pt. 2

Joseph "Shadow" Cordon

Name: Joseph Cordon

Age: 40

Height: 6'3

Sexuality: Bisexual

Joseph Cordon was born and raised in a family of pilots. His father was a Navy pilot who flew in the Gulf War, and his mother was an aerobatic pilot who competed in world championships. Growing up, Joseph was fascinated by planes and piloting, spending most of his childhood with his parents at air shows and airports. As soon as he was of age, Joseph enrolled in the Naval Academy, where he demonstrated natural talent and an unrelenting work ethic that quickly put him ahead of his peers. After graduation, he trained as a fighter pilot and was soon given command of his own squadron.

As Joseph climbed the ranks, his reputation as a skilled pilot and effective leader grew, and when the Navy's Top Gun school was reopened after many years, Joseph was handpicked to join the elite institution as an instructor. At Top Gun, Joseph excelled in his role, combining his deep knowledge of aviation with his innate ability to lead and motivate his students. He quickly became one of the most respected instructors there, with many of his trainees transitioning into successful careers as fighter pilots thanks to his guidance.When the opportunity arose to be a Captain Pilot, Joseph knew he was ready for the role. His skill level, passion,and dedication had all culminated in his dream of becoming a Captain Pilot. After additional training, Joseph was assigned to lead an F-18 Hornet squadron aboard the USS Theodore Roosevelt. Throughout his time as a Captain Pilot, Joseph has led countless successful missions, including some of the most complex and risky in the Navy's history. He is known for his calm demeanor in high-pressure situations, his ability to make quick, critical decisions, and his unwavering commitment to the safety of his team.

Joseph is a professional and disciplined with a calm demeanor. He's confident and highly skilled, but he's also humble and treats everyone with respect. He's a natural leader and motivator, with a talent for mentoring and training young pilots. Joseph is deeply committed to the safety of his team, and he takes his responsibilities as a Captain Pilot very seriously. Despite the risks associated with his job, Joseph always remains focused and level-headed, making critical decisions with precision and clarity. Overall, he's a dependable and respected member of the Navy flight community. Joseph is a man of his word. He values honesty and integrity and expects the same of others. He is an excellent listener and takes the concerns of his teammates seriously, giving everyone a voice and respect. He has a good sense of humor, but also knows when it's time to be serious. Joseph is logical, pragmatic and displays a keen attention to detail. He is someone who stays aware of his emotions, and he wouldn't let them cloud his judgment. This total package of his personality traits made his subordinates love and trust him.

His call sign is "Shadow". That name was given to Joseph because of his exceptional ability to remain undetected and invisible to the enemy. Much like a shadow, Joseph operates in the shadows and is always one step ahead of his opponents. He is a master of stealth tactics and is always looking for ways to outmaneuver his opponents before they even know he is there. His fellow pilots are in awe of his ability to fly so low and so close to the ground, without being detected by the enemies. The name "Shadow" is a reflection of Joseph's ability to operate in the dark and remain invisible until it's too late for his enemies to react. Whenever the call "Shadow" comes up on the radio, his fellow pilots know that Joseph is up in the air, silently and deadly waiting to strike. They trust that he can take on any mission with grace and precision, and that his ability to remain undetected will give their team a major advantage in any battle.

His closest friend in the Top Gun academy was Mave. Though Joseph and Maverick have a complicated relationship, as they are both highly competitive and have a bit of a rivalry that has been brewing since they first crossed paths in training. Although they are both exceptional pilots, they have different approaches to flying, and this often leads to tension between them. Maverick is flashy and impulsive, whereas Joseph is more calculated and precise. They are often at odds with each other during training exercises and can even be seen as "frenemies" of sorts. However, deep down, they both have a mutual respect for each other's skills and abilities. Despite their competition, Maverick and Joseph eventually find common ground and respect each other as both pilots and individuals. Maverick recognizes Joseph's intelligence and precision in the cockpit, while Joseph acknowledges Maverick's natural talent and ability to think on his feet. While they may still clash every now and then, they ultimately become close friends and colleagues who bring out the best in each other. They push each other to be better pilots and better people, and their rivalry helps them both to become more well-rounded and skilled pilots.

Janice "Valkyrie" Mitchell.

Name: Janice Mitchell

Age: 36

Height: 6'1

Sexuality: Pansexual

Janice and Pete have always been close, despite their 3-year age difference. Growing up, they shared a love for flying and a competitive spirit that pushed them both to be their best. Although Janice chose a different career path than Pete, they both remained committed to their work and supported each other in their respective roles.

She followed in his footsteps by joining the Navy after graduating from high school. However, rather than becoming a pilot like her brother, she went into the field of intelligence and became a top-secret operative.

Janice was stationed overseas, working on covert missions for years, until she was wounded in the line of duty. When her recovery took longer than anticipated, she was sent back home to the United States to finish her rehabilitation. When Pete learned that Janice had been injured and would be returning home to the United States for her rehabilitation, he was devastated. He had always been close to his sister and knew how much she loved her job, so he knew how much this would impact her. He felt partially responsible, since he had encouraged her to take the overseas assignment in the first place. From that day forward, he made it his personal mission to do everything he could to support his sister and help her recover.

Janice is a very resilient and determined individual. She has always had a love of adventure and a willingness to explore new things, but she is also incredibly disciplined and hardworking. When she sets her mind to something, she puts all her effort into achieving her goal. Janice is also known for her intelligence and analytical mind. Although she enjoys physical challenges, she is equally comfortable with mental pursuits, particularly those that require her to solve complex problems or analyze large amounts of data. Janice is a fiercely independent, driven, and intelligent woman. She has always been determined to make a difference in the world and has a deep sense of purpose. She is confident and resourceful, with the ability to think quickly and calmly in stressful situations. She has a bit of a wild streak and enjoys thrills and challenges, which is why she took the overseas assignment without hesitation. Despite her tough exterior, Janice is also very caring and loyal. She values her relationships and the people she cares about.

Janice's call sign is"Valkyrie" due to her fierce and independent personality. This call sign is also inspired by her love of flying and her thrill-seeking nature as "Valkyries" are a legendary race of female warriors from Norse mythology, often associated with bravery and battle.

The relationship between Beau and Janice could be described as basically enemies while being lovers. He is a highly skilled pilot, known for his aggressive flying style and competitive nature, which creates an interesting dynamic with Janice's own competitive personality, as they both strive for excellence. Additionally, Cyclone has a reputation for pushing boundaries and taking risks, which appeals to Janice's sense of adventure. However, Cyclone's reckless behavior also challenges Janice's decision-making skills, creating tension and conflicts between them. In terms of personality, Cyclone is described as charming but cocky and Janice is having none of it while still being in love with this cocky bastard.

Janice and Tom Kazansky have been best friends for years, since their flight school days. They share a deep, platonic bond, having been through many ups and downs together over the years. Janice is often the more level-headed one of the two, and Tom has a tendency to fly off the handle or be more impulsive. Despite their differences, they complement each other well and have a deep understanding of one another. They have each other's backs, through thick and thin, and know how to cheer each other up or calm each other down. Their friendship is also marked by a healthy dose of competition. Janice and Tom's competitive streak is a defining characteristic of their friendship. They often try to outdo each other in different areas--whether it's in the flight simulator or other competitions outside of flying. However, this competition is always done in good fun, and they both use it to push each other to become better. Janice is a good listener and knows how to offer Tom emotional support, even when he's not at his best. Tom, on the other hand, is able to make Janice laugh and bring a lighter side to her more serious personality. They also have unique inside jokes and certain things they've experienced together.

Elena "Enigma" Seresin

Name: Elena Seresin

Age: 25

Height: 6'1

Sexuality: Bisexual

Elena Seresin is the older sister of Jake "Hangman" Seresin, who is known for his heroics in the Top Gun program. Elena was originally planning to follow in her father's footsteps and become a Navy pilot like Jake, but after losing her father in an aviation accident, she decided to take another path. When she was 18, she joined the United States Navy and became a pilot. She quickly excelled in her training which led her to become a Top Gun instructor. Elena Seresin was the eldest child in her family and had always been the responsible one. Her younger brother, Jake, was more of a wild child who often got into trouble.

Their parents were both retired Navy pilots and had instilled their passion for flying and serving their country in their children at a young age. Elena had always been the more level-headed of the two siblings, excelling in school and planning on following in her parents' footsteps by joining the Navy. Elena is incredibly intelligent and hardworking, and after graduating at the top of her class, she went on to work for a prominent aerospace engineering firm. Her expertise in aerodynamics proved invaluable, and she quickly worked her way up to become a lead engineer.

As a lead engineer at the aerospace engineering firm, Elena worked on designing cutting-edge aircraft with advanced maneuvering capabilities. She was responsible for analyzing and testing new prototypes, and her expertise in aerodynamics allowed her to fine-tune designs to maximize performance and minimize drag. She quickly became known as one of the most talented engineers in the firm, and her designs played a crucial role in the development of some of the most advanced aircraft in the industry.

She quickly became known as one of the most talented engineers in the firm, and her designs played a crucial role in the development of some of the most advanced aircraft in the industry. However, despite her success in this field, Elena has always harbored some regret about not following in her brother's footsteps and becoming a pilot, which she actually planned on doing and succeeded.

As adults, they still maintain a strong bond, and Elena is one of Jake's biggest supporters in the Top Gun program. She admires his dedication and skill, and frequently offers her engineering expertise to help him fine-tune his flying technique. Elena and Jake have always been very close, despite their different career paths. Growing up, they would often play together, with Jake always taking the role of the "hero" while Elena played a supporting role. Nonetheless, she always looked up to her brother and was inspired by his bravery and skill in the cockpit. Though they have different paths now, they continue to support each other on their respective careers. In fact, Elena regularly keeps in touch with her brother and offers to help with his aviation projects. She has been known to develop a special aerodynamics module that allows pilots to better understand how their planes move through the air and how to optimize maneuverability. Overall, Elena sees her work as an engineer as complementing her brother's work as a pilot, and she is proud of the contributions that the both of them have made to the field of aviation. Elena's passion for engineering and Jake's passion for flying have been the source of much inspiration for the siblings, with each recognizing the unique strengths of the other. Whenever they get together, they often spend hours discussing the latest developments in their respective fields, and they have been known to offer helpful feedback and insights to one another. Their close bond is a testament to the power of family and the importance of having someone who believes in you no matter what.

Her best friend was the one and only Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw. Over time, Bradley and Elena strike up a close friendship, bonding over their shared passion for flying and their experiences in the military. Rooster becomes a trusted confidant for Elena, and she values his advice and support as she faces new challenges and opportunities in her military career. Their friendship might be a source of tension with Maverick, especially if he is still harboring negative feelings towards Rooster for any past disagreements they may have had. However, with time, Maverick may come to accept and even appreciate the bond between his sister and his former rival, as he realizes that they share a deep respect and admiration for each other's flying skills and determination.

Elena is a determined and passionate young woman. Growing up in a military family, she has always been fascinated by fighter jets and has set her sights on becoming a fighter pilot herself. She is highly skilled and confident in the air, but she is also mindful of the risks and challenges that come with being a military pilot. This awareness motivates her to constantly seek ways to improve her skills and become an even better pilot. As a person, Elena is deeply loyal to her friends and family. She is compassionate and empathetic, always willing to lend an ear or a helping hand to those in need. However, she can also bevery independent and self-sufficient, partly due to growing up in a military family and having to move frequently. This independence has made her a strong and resilient person, able to handle difficult situations with grace and confidence. Despite her determination and independence, Elena can also be vulnerable at times. She has moments of self-doubt and can be hard on herself, especially when it comes to her flying skills. However, she does not let these moments define her, and she always works hard to overcome any challenges or setbacks she may face. Overall, Elena is a well-rounded character with strengths and weaknesses that make her relatable and endearing. She is fiercely committed to her goals and her loved ones, but she is also willing to acknowledge her flaws and work to improve herself.

Elena's call sign is "Enigma". It represents her mysterious and enigmatic nature as well as her abilities to solve complex probems.

Hopefully y'all like them!

@msrochelleromanofffelton @jackiequick @blueboirick @meiramel @drspencereidhotch

#top gun maverick #Top Gun rp #oc rp #top gun oc #top gun #top gun x oc #oc post #oc rpg #oc introduction

[destinyc1020]

In regards to Tom’s career trajectory, I recently read an interview with one of his agents James Farrell who represents Austin and John David Washington and it’s so interesting ppl talk about how bad his agent is when this same agent was able to turn around Austin’s career and make him seem more serious as an actor (critically serious not commercial like Spider-Man). His agent is all about taking the long road and waiting for quality projects as opposed to quantity.

While it’s great for JE to have a lot of projects going for him, whose to say that most of those projects are going to do well? Like I’ve seen that Ben Affleck and Ana de aromas film and despite a good cast, the film was subpar. Leo Dicaprio has done a lot of films yet the general public really only know him f from his few poignant projects, not the quantity of films that okay at best. Just like Bryan Cranston is always going to be Walter White for some because his performance was that good. Again this isn’t shade to Jacob but really fandoms in general who’s favs do less roles than their counterparts. I remember a few years ago Zendaya was casted in this film with Jake Gyllnehaal that didn’t go into play and just recently that same film was made with Jenna Ortega and it’s come out in film festivals and bombed. Not every film is gonna turn out great.

I trust Tom and Z and I know whatever project they do, they have a great team who cares about their worth and time. Yes there are actors who do a lot of roles and are great.

My fav Christopher Abbot who was in TCR(I recommend watching Sanctuary with Margaret Qualley if you have the chance cause it’s great) and now is in Poor Things. Though he had been acting for a while, it wasn’t until James white, a perfect film, where he was taken seriously from critics. Before then his was most notable as a boyfriend from Girls. He was 27 -28 when he filmed that project, similar age to Tom.

Sorry for the rant, I’m aware of fan wars but I hope to have brought a nuanced opinion to discussing young actors career. Tell me if you want the link to his agents interview. Peace and love xxx

Thanks Anon... Yea, they all 3 share the same agent lol. Funny huh? 😅

His agent is all about taking the long road and waiting for quality projects as opposed to quantity.

I didn't know that actually.... 🤔

But yea, playing the "long game" is actually not a bad thing imo. I mean, just look at Ke Huy Quan lol 😅 So, you're NEVER "too old" to do more substantial work/projects in the industry, or even win an Oscar! I think some of these fans need to take a look at some of these older actors out here. Even THEE Leo (who a lot of our faves seem to admire) was nominated at age 19 for his first Oscar, but Leo didn't even win an Oscar until he was already in his 40s!!! Soooo....why do stans of actors these days put so much pressure on their faves to win an Oscar at 25?? 🥴

I just don't get it. You have to look at the pattern and lower your expectations....

Like I’ve seen that Ben Affleck and Ana de aromas film and despite a good cast, the film was subpar.

That film was a Wattpad fanfic ROTFL 😅🤣 I couldn't believe what I was watching! No WONDER that film got scrapped for the big screen and got switched to straight to streaming lol. 😅

Leo Dicaprio has done a lot of films yet the general public really only know him f from his few poignant projects, not the quantity of films that okay at best.

Actually, I think MOST of Leo's film work has been pretty decent, which is why so many younger actors look up to him and his career. He's very calculated on what he will choose and what types of roles he will do. Even if the film he did itself wasn't a "blockbuster", they've typically been interesting, his acting is usually on point, and he puts butts in seats. 🤷🏾‍♀️

I trust Tom and Z and I know whatever project they do, they have a great team who cares about their worth and time. Yes there are actors who do a lot of roles and are great.

Exactly! At this point, I don't care what Tom and Z decide to do career-wise as long as it makes them HAPPY and feel FULFILLED. That's all that I wish for my faves... As long as they're happy and fulfilled, and feel GREAT about their work, then, I'm happy! :) 🥰

My fav Christopher Abbot who was in TCR(I recommend watching Sanctuary with Margaret Qualley if you have the chance cause it’s great) and now is in Poor Things.

Thanks for the rec! 😉👍🏾

Sorry for the rant, I’m aware of fan wars but I hope to have brought a nuanced opinion to discussing young actors career. Tell me if you want the link to his agents interview. Peace and love xxx

No worries! You know I LOVE discussing films. 😊 And yea, sure, send me the link to his interview! :)

[deranged-cheese]

Commissioned art of a character from one of my older projects, Iyesari. This is Cheqalt Thekajey, the captain of the Tiangese Royal Guard in its capitol, Naltze. He is of an amphibious reptilian species called the Matzshei and has retractable claws and fangs, a metabolism that varies based on the temperature, the ability to breathe underwater, an a life expectancy of 120 years.

Captain Thekajey is of a poor background. His father was a construction worker and spend eight years on the team which built the greater Naltze harbor network. His mother rented a squalid room on the second floor of a row house in the old part of town, washing neighbors’ laundry to pay for food when her husband drank too much of his wages. His mother had no property and no legal clan or surname, but she told Cheqalt he was descended from Scoiluth, so that is the surname he used during his childhood. Since the Tiangese pass property along from mother to daughter, Cheqalt’s mother had nothing to give a daughter. However, the biological sex of a Matzshei is determined by the temperature their egg is incubated at. For this reason, she raised all sons. Cheqalt is the third of five boys and learned the basics of fighting from a young age at home; his brother and he fought one another for the sake of boredom or settling disputes, since their parents were often too busy and stressed to be referees and they could afford few toys or games.

He spent most of his time away from home. While frequenting a public plaza, he was motivated by religious preachers there and began studying Qyrissism, a faith which fostered a strong sense of justice in him. Furthermore, clan Scoiluth was famous for its military lineage. Men in Tiang can’t own property, instead men marry into their wife’s family, live in a work commune, or join the armed forces. And lastly, Cheqalt admired the local soldiers and guards from a young age and was dissapointed in the petty crime of the old city. He practiced polearm fighting with shovels behind the granary with his friends from school and frequently asked a retired soldier in his neighborhood for advice.

As soon as possible, he joined the guard at the bottom. At twenty two, he was a mere baliff. During his time as a baliff, he fell in love with a juror named Numeij Thekajey, whom he would eventually marry. Numeij Thekajey is the matriarch of clan Thekajey, a moderately wealthy cattle family on the edge of Naltze

Cheqalt was dedicated to his job and took discipline very seriously and ascended through the ranks fairly quickly. He was a jailer at 26, a patrol guard at 29, a patrol officer at 31, a corporal at 36, a sergeant at 40, a district commander at 49, and lastly, after a review and appointment by the city council, the captain at 60. Cheqalt can be described as honest, disciplined, incorruptible, and skilled. He can also be described as arrogant, uncompromising, stubborn, and proud. He put his eldest son Roluthé through officer school (despite his protests), and Roluthé is now an ensign in the Tiangese navy. Cheqalt is both proud and jealous of his son because Roluthé already legally outranks him and has a navy issue toggle action rifle, which Cheqalt cannot obtain because it is not for commercial sale. His daughter Maqot is attending a private school in Falme to learn etiquette, finance, and law so she can inherit the Thekajey estate someday.

Seen in his standard uniform in this image. Tiang is pretty stuck in its traditions, so even though it has used steel armor for three hundred years, it still paints the armor to look like the traditional bronze armor which Tiangese soldiers have worn for over two thousand years. He is seen with his spadroon and .43 double action revolver.

Cheqalt was drawn by Tagalongfox, who can be contacted at [email protected]

Their other art can be viewed at their page on deviantart.

#fiction #plate armor #reptile #reptilian #anthro #scalie #scaly #lizard #lizard anthro #character design #fictional characters #art #scalie art #reptile art #fantasy #portrait

[cumbunnywitch]

It made me cry kind of recently so I'm gonna post it on tumblr now that I've had some time to process it (for the umpteenth time).

When I was young, around 14 or so, I was just kind of figuring out my life. Finding out I was trans, or even egged, or even kinky, was going to be another few years away (btw shoutout to @adamwitt for your help there, fucking nerd.)

Well, I decided a few things about my bodily autonomy and started growing my hair out, grooming myself a bit better, just generally trying to feel good about my body. I was developing some other stuff, and the way I looked didn't fit the way I wanted to look, and I wasn't really quite sure why. I did know, however, that I wanted longer hair. Nothing extreme, should length was fine enough for me.

Well, my dad made fun of me for it. A lot. Not just like "oh lookin' shaggy there kiddo" but full on "You're starting to look like a fag, get your hair cut or I'll shave it off." kind of shit. It was intense. This went on for a few months at first, and then I joined the swim team in high school.

As a 14 year old boy in high school, I got bullied a bit, as I'm sure we all did. But my hair really wasn't much of a concern for anyone. The worst I got was being called Eric Foreman (from That 70's Show). No one called me a fag or queer or a homo because of my hair.

Not until my dad did. At a swimming meet. In front of my team. After I won. His congratulations turned sour immediately after he said "well now that you're winning, you gonna cut some time by shaving your head? I'm telling you, it makes you look like a sissy."

This was not the end. Now my team was doing it. They'd bring in their dad's clippers and offer to shave my head, or they'd make comments in the showers, and it was pretty terrible. I eventually quit the team when it didn't stop in the middle of my second season.

That first year though, right before some big tournament, my dad picked me up from school. This didn't happen very often, and he said we were going to McDonald's or Coldstone or some such place, as a treat. We weren't. We went to one of those sports-themed barbershops, the ones where they hire attractive women like they were the hooters of hair cuttery.

Luckily for me, the lady who ended up cutting my hair either knew what was up when she saw my sobbing quietly in her chair, or had read the FUCKING GENEVA CONVENTION (seriously, cutting the hair of prisoners is an actual war crime, look it up), and decided to help me pull one over on my old man.

She asked if she could even out my hair, make it look a bit more presentable, and even help me figure out how to style it a bit better. Now this is mid-aughties money, but it was still like a $30 wash, trim, style. Then, just to add a pickle on top of his shit sundae of a comeback, she convinced my dad to buy me some nice Tea Tree oil shampoo and conditioner. The really nice shit, I think it was Paul Mitchell brand? Shit was like $25 per bottle, and she suckered his ass into one each because it would help get rid of the chlorine from all the pool water.

This lady was my hero for an hour. I was still sad, still unhappy with what my dad tried to do to me. Maybe it's not as bad as getting beaten or having him pull out the clippers and hold me down, but it was still a betrayal of trust, not 2 years after my parents had divorced and sent me and my sister down diverging paths of emotional hell and mental anguish.

He doesn't remember anymore. Maybe he remembers that he tried and we pulled one over on him, but he doesn't remember how angry he was when we got in the car. He doesn't remember how hurt I was when he dragged me in. He doesn't remember trying to bribe the hair stylist with $40 to make sure I walked out with a "respectable hair cut." But it's been 15 or 16 years now. He's old.

He's softer too now. He treats me like a daughter. Sometimes the meds he's on make him seem not all there and he forgets, but I've seen him shake the fog away and remind himself, and call me Ashley like I want. We still talk about cars and planes and guns and the cool shit I liked back then that I still like now.

I haven't asked him to apologize about how he acted back then. He did that by being less of a piece of shit in his old age. But at the same time, I won't forgive him his past, because it was a defining traumatic moment in my life. I'll never forget it. And when he finally kicks the bucket, I'll let that memory fade into obscurity, remembered only by me as something that hurt and shaped me into who I am today. It's weird to say it made me a better person, but it did.

So I guess.. Thanks dad, you fucking asshole. I still love you.

#ashe lore #ashe rambles

[chloeillustrates16]

40s Comfort

Summary: You've been best friends with Sam and Sarah since you were kids. You head over to the cookout to celebrate Sam's victory and taking over the Captain America mantle when you spot the Sargent playing with Jim and Jody.

Warnings: Literally None but tooth rotting fluff. Sort of long.

Pairing: Bucky x reader

The sun hung high in the sky; music was blasting on the docks. You arrive, getting out of your car and headed towards the water. You call out, "Sam! Sarah!" the two turned towards you, you rush over to them and pulled them into a tight hug,

"Y/N, how are you?" Sarah asked, excitedly as the three of you pulled away.

"I'm good, how are you two?"

"We're good," Sam answered.

"Congrats on being Captain America, I bet Jody and Jim are excited to know that their uncle is taking over the mantle." Sam chuckled shaking his head,

"If anything, they're excited about playing with the shield." You nodded, those boys were basically your nephews as well, you've been so close with Sarah and Sam growing up that you became their aunt when they were born.

"Speaking of them, where are they?"

"Oh they--" Sarah was cut off. Jim and Jody sprint passed with another blonde girl laughing and screaming, Sam sighed,

"You are chasing them, seriously Buck?"

"Not really, I just let them run off," A man's voice came being you. Turning you, were now facing James Barnes...AKA The Winter Soldier, your heart skipped a beat. Not out of fear, of course, anyone would be a fool to think that he wasn't handsome, even though he was over a hundred and looked thirty.

A man called over Sarah and Sam to help them with something, you and the Sargent were now alone. You turn towards him, "I'm Y/N, it's an honor to finally meet you, Sargent Barnes." He couldn't help but study your features, the color of your eyes, your skin shining in the afternoon sun, everything.

"You know who I am?"

"Who doesn't at this point? You're a hero," Bucky's heart skipped a beat. You added, "How long have you known Sam?" you ask, Bucky snapped out of it.

"A few years, not counting the blip. He helped me," he explained.

"Sam has a tendence to do that. And get into other people's business," Bucky let out a laugh causing your heart to pick up in a rapid pass.

"Tell me about it, trust me, I know all too well."

Later, most of everyone went home. You stared out on the water, the sooth sound of water crashing against the deck drew you away from the real world. You had your headphones in, 40s music softly playing in your ears. A muffled voice came from behind you, pulling out your earbuds. Bucky was standing right next to you,

"What was that?"

"If you aren't careful, you might drop your phone. What are you still doing here?" he asked, nothing malice about it.

"Just watching the sun set," you answer.

"What are you listening too?" you handed Bucky the earbud, he placed it in his ear as you started the music again. He smiled, remembering the tone. Bucky shut his eyes, he felt like he was back in the 40s again. It always happens when he listens to music, you noticed he was tapping his foot against the wood.

You couldn't help but stop and stare at the content look on his face. You shoved your phone in your back pocket and leaned against the railing. "I have to admit, never thought I would meet someone so young liking 40s music," he said a bit embarrassed.

"I don't blame you; I get weird stares when people find out. Sam used to tease me about it when we were younger, not so much anymore."

"You've been listening since you were young?"

"My mom, she used to sing me to sleep when I was being restless." Bucky opened his eyes and swore that his heart stopped for a moment, the sunset colors bounced off your hair and lit up your eyes, Bucky pulled out the earbud and handed it back to you.

"I should get going before Sam thinks I ran off or something," he rolled his eyes.

"Of course, I'll see you around?"

"Yeah, see you around," he moved away leaving you standing on the dock. Your heart fluttered in your chest as you headed home.

You found out through Sam that Bucky lived in New York, that he had left a few weeks prior. It slightly pained you to hear that the man of your dreams practically disappeared like a ghost. Sarah even took noticed of the difference in your attitude.

"Y/N, is everything all right?" she asked one sunny morning.

"Not really," you mumble under your breath. Sarah frowned, sitting down in the chair beside where you were sitting on the couch.

"What's going on?"

"Just, daydreaming; do you know when James will be back?"

"James?"

"You mean Bucky?" you flinched hearing Sam, he was completely astonished.

"Yeah," Sarah stared at you for a moment.

"Do you like him?" Sam asked, practically reading his sister's mind.

"What? No, no! It's not like that, seriously, I just was hoping to get to know him more," you tried to ignore the redness covering your cheeks.

"You do!" you groaned, covering your face with your hands. This was silly, having a crush on a man that is out of his time...literally.

"Don't make this a big deal, it'll go away in like a week or so," you shrugged. Trying to dismiss the starstruck look on his face,

"Well, lucky for you, I have to meet him at the airport in New York so...you can come with me and stay with Torres," he suggested.

"Really?"

"Just try not to get into too much trouble, we kind of don't want you dead."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Sarah asked, Sam nodded.

"She sure to be fine," it was silly to think that you were the same age as Sarah, yet she treated you like a little sister.

You were with Torres, talking, Sam was waiting for Bucky. Torres was showing you what he did, staying on the sidelines and directing Bucky and Sam towards the target. The doors loudly swung open, "About time!" Sam called out teasingly,

Something on Bucky's face signaled to you that he was pissed off about something. You kept your mouth shut and slightly hid behind Torres. Bucky glanced over at him and noticed that you were next to him, he slightly paused. His eyes trained on you; you were talking Torres about something he wasn't interested in.

"Y/N?" you tensed, turning towards Bucky.

"Hey, been a bit."

"What are you doing here?" his mood was lighter then when he walked in.

"I'm helping," you smiled, trying to pretend you knew what you were doing. He nodded, before Sam snapped him out of it.

"Let's go!"

"All right, all right!" he huffed in annoyance.

"Are you coming?" Torres asked, turning towards you. You nodded following him towards the plane. You stood off to the side, Bucky staring off in space, Sam was messing on his phone waiting for the time to skip. You walked over to him, lightly tapping him on the shoulder, he jerked turning towards you.

"You, okay?"

"Huh, oh yeah," he seemed out of it. You got an idea, taking out your earbuds motioning for Bucky to put on in. He sighed, taking it and placing it in his ear. You placed the other in your ear, listening to the soft music. Bucky drowned everything else out and laid back. You smiled, leaning against his metal arm, he glanced down at you as you hand your phone pressed against your stomach and your eyes shut.

Sam glanced over at you two with a smile before leaving towards the cockpit to talk to Torres.

You felt an arm wrap around you, your body being pressed against a side, the metal arm wasn't as cold as you thought, it was actually warm. You guess that it was heat regulated, with the advanced technology. Your face flushed as Time After Time by Margaret Whiting started to play.

"Thank you," Bucky's voice was soft.

"You don't have to thank me," you open your eyes and moved your head to stare up at him. Your heart stopped; your faces were dangerously close.

"I want to, you don't have to be so kind to me." you didn't respond, "Can I?" All you could do is nod while staring into his steel-blue eyes. He leaned down, his lips pressing against yours. Pulling away, you miss the presence of his lips on yours. "Sorry, too fast?"

"Not at all, Sargent," he chuckled.

#bucky fanfic #bucky barnes #x reader #reader insert #fanfiction #short fiction #bucky fic #fatws bucky

[goranvisnjicdaily]

Run Into The Night *Characters*

Here are important characters from "Run Into The Night" more characters will be added in the following days...

Garcia Aleksander 51 years old

Hard to miss at 6’4” and with his dark hair contrasting with his blue eyes. The 51 year old man lives as well in Albuquerque, and works for a man named Jack D’amico. D’amico “Owns” a Pizza shop in town, but someone intelligent enough knows better than believing that D’amico is just a restaurant Owner…

Garcia is divorced and has a 26 years old son named Luke, that he sees from time to time, but aside from this, Garcia’s life revolves quite around D’amico’s business.

Teamed with John Geiger, Garcia doesn’t really appreciate John’s presence, he’s all the opposite of him and doesn’t take his job seriously like him, which really annoys Garcia.

As John sent the GMC SUV to be washed at Charlie’s car wash shop, John forgot to deliver the leather bag to D’amico on that day, which resulted in losing the money after one of the employees at the car wash shop took it out for vacuuming the inside of the SUV…

Knowing well that D’amico will be pissed off, Garcia and John try to find back the money, knowing well it got lost after the SUV had been washed. Not having a minute to waste, Garcia and John go to the Car Wash Shop to check for the bag during the weekend with Charlie.

Garcia rapidly suspects Charlie to know more than she’s letting on. He doesn’t want to hurt the young woman, he just wants to get his hands back on the money and the USB Key, but things get complicated for Garcia as he breaks inside Charlie’s place, where things take an abrupt turn for them…

John Geiger 63 years old

Former owner of a strip club in Las Vegas, Geiger moved to Albuquerque after accepting to work for D’amico. Teamed with Garcia Aleksander, John doesn’t work like Garcia which results in many conflicts…

The 63 years old man lives by himself in a small apartment and loves to spend his night by watching Sex Videos online and hanging out with “Bad Girls” His 3rd Divorce cost him a lot and his addictions to Alcohol and Drugs brings him loads of issues in his life, which is no surprise!

He had one job to do and it was to bring the Leather Bag filled with money to D’amico, alas John sent the SUV to be washed and only realized a few hours later that the money had disappeared. Not having another choice, Geiger and Garcia have to find back the money, and Geiger calls Charlie, knowing she’s the owner of the Car Wash Shop. Of course, Geiger can’t help noticing Charlie, she’s young, looks vulnerable and even though she’s got short hair, he’d still bang her…

Garcia notices right away that Geiger has a sexual addiction, which annoys Garcia to no end. Both Garcia and John break into Charlie’s house, suspecting the young woman to hide the money, and John gets it hard from the start as Charlie attacks him in her bedroom.

Geiger has in mind to get his revenge on Charlie after she injures him. As both men try to get their hands on Charlie and the money, Charlie doesn’t spare Geiger at all.. Unlike Garcia, Geiger is ready to do whatever it takes to get his hands on the money, even if he has to kill Charlie, Geiger shows no mercy for the young blonde haired woman and he only waits for the ultimate moment to be left alone with Charlie girl…

Charlie Andersson 28 years old

Living by herself in a house in Albuquerque, New Mexico. She’s got one older brother named Mark, and Charlie Inherited her father’s business after he passed away. She’s not too keen on keeping the Car Wash Shop, but she needs to wait for a potential buyer…

She’s got few friends, and is rather the kind of woman to enjoy a night at home in front of her Netflix or computer. Born in Sweden in 1995 to Julian and Hans Andersson, Charlie moved at a very young age to Reno, Nevada, where her father was working as a Casino Engineer, until he bought a car wash shop in New Mexico in his late 40’s. Her parents divorced when she was 10 years old, which led Charlie and Mark to stay with their father since their mother had decided to leave for New York with another man.

Charlie’s love life is somewhat complicated as the short haired blonde woman has a preference for older men… Hard to miss with her delicate face and striking blue-gray eyes, the young woman has the tendency to attract men she loathes, and this time she really attracted the wrong guys!

One of her employees accidently left out a small leather bag out of the vehicle he was washing, which was a black GMC Denali SUV owned by Garcia Aleksander. Curious about what was in the bag, Charlie opened it and discovered a stack of money and a USB Key… Not knowing the owner of the bag and money, Charlie decided to bring it to her place, and wait to see if anyone would claim it back. Alas for her, she understood what kind of trouble she put herself in when she got the visit of two men at her shop.

As Charlie lied to Garcia and John, Garcia knew straight away that she was the one having the money.. As both men headed to her place to retrieve the bag by breaking into her place, thinking she was out for the night, Charlie escaped both men after injuring John. Even though she’s small, and suffering from Type 1 Diabetes, Charlie is a young woman who wants to survive, and at this point she’s got nothing to lose…

#characters #willem dafoe #john geiger #goran visnjic #Garcia Aleksander #Charlie Andersson