#they are one of the pinnacles of team building

[344x-azucar]

ITS BEEN 84 YEARS....

#overwatch #zenyatta #you cant just lock matching sprays from me #they are one of the pinnacles of team building #havent gotten to play much but i did get a genji to match theirs with mine which was wholesome #sadly i didnt see many rams #my words

[astonmartinii]

a spoonful of sugar | oscar piastri social media au

pairing: oscar piastri x fem chef!reader

cheffing it up all over the calendar

MASTERLIST | TIPS

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yourusername: WOAH WHAT IT'S OSCAR'S HOME RACE WEEK? that mean's it's time to whack out the aussie cook book mama piastri got me for christmas and man this fish has a cool name. BARRAMUNDI is a fish very commonly used in aussie cuisine (real ones know it from masterchef australia). so here i've pan seared it with some herbs and some lemons and take it from me it SLAPS, but you know what i hope slaps more? oscar this weekend... LET'S GO BABY

[as always this recipe is on my website and will be in my 2024 f1 calendar recipe book coming out soon]

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user1: FAVES OMG PARENTS

user2: my favourite thing is where i read intently all of y/n's recipe and continue to make pot noodles

yourusername: pot noodles are good i can't even be mad

oscarpiastri: can confirm it did in fact SLAP

yourusername: oh wow piastri stamp of approval that's basically a michelin star

oscarpiastri: tbf i would eat a roll of paper towels if it was you who gave it to me

yourusername: okay.... I'LL TAKE IT

user3: can we please study these people cause why is saying you'd eat paper towels is the pinnacle of romance

user4: i NEED the recipe book STAT

landonorris: i was on board with this whole cooking thing but FISH IS WHERE I DRAW THE LINE

yourusername: oh boy we got a BABY ON THE LINE

landonorris: i'm allowed to like what i like my MUM said so

yourusername: bro is an elite athlete and exclusively eats chicken nuggies

landonorris: @oscarpiastri tell your girlfriend to stop bullying me

oscarpiastri: i'm on her side buddy maybe explore the culinary world

landonorris: that's it i'm going to HR

yourusername: try it girly the mclaren HR team LOVE my food

user5: the dynamics since oscar and y/n got comfortable in the sport are my favourite things

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oscarpiastri: first time on the podium at my home race and the feeling is unreal. so thankful to have my family and love of my life around me, lets keep building on this !!

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user7: THANK THE LORD MCLAREN KEPT THEIR SHIT TOGETHER IN 2024 OSCAR FIRST WIN COMING IN FAST

yourusername: I AM TOTALLY FINE ABOUT THIS AND I AM NOT SOBBING UNCONTROLLABLY BECAUSE I AM SO FUCKING PROUD OF YOU AT ALL TIMES I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

oscarpiastri: I LOVE YOU TOO SO MUCH AND I LOVE SHARING THIS WITH YOU AND SEEING THE WORLD WITH YOU AND REACHING OUR DREAMS TOGETHER

user8: are they good?

logansargeant: from the man currently waiting for them to go to dinner and can hear them yelling this stuff to each other... no they are not okay and i don't think they ever have been

yourusername: LOGIE BEAR I AM SORRY I CANNOT CONTAIN MY LOVE FOR OSCAR

oscarpiastri: jealous bitches gonna be bitter

logansargeant: ??? excuse me

oscarpiastri: i'm sorry i got excited... love you logan (just not as much as y/n)

user9: this comment section is once again making me want to sneak into an F1 after party :(

user10: they're just going to dinner they've not even started drinking yet 😭

landonorris: i am proud of you mate - why is y/n dancing around in the kitchen in an apron that says "this chef FUCKS"

yourusername: fashion. (it says oscar piastri in small print right under that)

landonorris: i didn't need to know that

oscarpiastri: let her dance it makes the food taste even better

landonorris: there's definitely no fish right?

yourusername: no fish by order of the fussy child

landonorris: bullying online and in person @maxverstappen1 @charles_leclerc @logansargeant STEP IN

maxverstappen1: eh i'm good i'm looking forward to dinner

charles_leclerc: you're on your own with this one lando

logansargeant: i've learnt not to cross y/n

user11: the piastris invited lando, logan and the rest of the podium? i am soft

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yourusername: a big post podium celebration dinner at the piastri house to celebrate oscar's home podium. first off, super duper proud. second, since it was a strictly no fish evening, i decided to go for classic aussie meat pies and grilled kangaroo LOL but there was only clean plates at the end so i'll defo consider adding it to the recipe book

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user12: i am getting a sugar rush this is so sweet

logansargeant: thank you for having me, a solid 9/10 - one point docked because kangaroos are cute

yourusername: wait until you run into one on a cold, wet evening

oscarpiastri: they are actually very scary and have a stealing problem

yourusername: tbf i think we all have a stealing problem

oscarpiastri: you definietly do ... cause you stole my heart

logansargeant: EW NOT ON MY COMMENT THREAD

user13: i'm so lonely

maxverstappen1: i definitely did not think i was going to eat kangaroo this week but here we are

yourusername: did you like it?

maxverstappen1: i was shocked at how much i did

oscarpiastri: babe get that on the review cover of the recipe book this guy got three championships that has to mean something

yourusername: good idea i'm on it

maxverstappen1: ???

landonorris: you fed me kanga and roo from winnie the pooh? Y/N YOU FED ME KANGA AND ROO FROM WINNIE THE POOH?

yourusername: you eat chicken all the time and you don't feel sorry for chicken little

oscarpiastri: she ate you up there PUN INTENDED

landonorris: i've learnt my lesson i'm giving up here

charles_leclerc: i for one had a blast and will be asking for y/n to cater my birthday party

oscarpiastri: FOR A PRICE

charles_leclerc: you her guard dog or something?

oscarpiastri: duh? have you seen her?

yourusername: i would love to (idk monagasque cuisine though so give me notice)

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yourusername: IMOLA, IMOLA MY HEART LIVES IN ITALIA AND MY STOMACH LIVES WITH ITALIAN FOOD. for real. the track is cute and whatnot but the real star is the pasta, the pizza, the gelato but most importantly the PASTA. here is two dishes that'll feature in the imola chapter: a burrata dish and a ragu !! oscar (and lando) certified so you know it's good, oscar even helped so it's defo beginner friendly!!

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user17: is it a collective f1 driver experience to be ass at cooking

danielricciardo: yes

maxverstappen1: yes

oscarpiastri: yes

landonorris: yes

charles_leclerc: YES

oscarpiastri: if i'm slow this weekend it's because i couldn't stop eating the ragu sorry mclaren

yourusername: i made sure no gelato until sunday so please don't take me out back and shoot me over giving him pasta

mclarenf1: bring some pasta for social media admin and no one has to know

yourusername: deal

landonorris: this is a public instagram comment section

charles_leclerc: why is mine always so darn crunchy

yourusername: inpatient, common amongst you drivers. oscar was once so impatient when boiling an egg he got it out and it was just watery egg

oscarpiastri: you said you wouldn't tell anyone :(

yourusername: no babe i'm proud !!! you've come so far

oscarpiastri: it's true i made my own omelette the other day :)

yourusername: and it was yummy

oscarpiastri: and it was yummy :)

user18: the positive affirmations in this relationship really keep me going

yourusername: he IS the MOST beautiful racer in all of the lands

oscarpiastri: she IS the PRETTIEST chef in all of the kitchens

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oscarpiastri: not the race we wanted in spain, but we're still in good spirits and in the conversation at the top of the standings! also helps that when you get taken out of the race your girlfriend shovels the BEST paella ever into your mouth until you finally smile

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user19: bro got a girlfriend and personal chef all in one

yourusername: food is my love language and when babe gets twatted into the barriers by SOMEONE i will personally feed him some of his favourite food

user20: she's holding back

yourusername: PR said i couldn't say anything...

oscarpiastri: i love youuuuuuuuu and i love your paella i think it's laced with crack

logansargeant: @fia GET HIS ASS

yourusername: LOGIE BEAR?

logansargeant: i'm sorry, we're pretty desperate for the p7 here at williams

yourusername: i respect that

oscarpiastri: Y/N????

yourusername: MORE PAELLA

carlossainz55: big respect for the paella, definitely looks authentic

yourusername: OBVIOUSLY IT'S AUTHENTIC DO YOU THINK MY QUALIFICATIONS ARE A JOKE

yourusername: lol sorry thank you actually SPANISH F1 DRIVER APPROVED PAELLA

oscarpiastri: @fernandoalo_oficial can we get another good review please and thank you

fernandoalo_oficial: looks good, need a taste to be sure

yourusername: it's coming your way (please return the tupperware tho please)

mclarenf1: you'll come back stronger oscar 💪

oscarpiastri: fuelled by love and paella

yourusername: fuelled by VENOM AND THE WILL TO WIN AND CRUSH THE COMPETITION

oscarpiastri: and that 🫶

note: here's a short and sweet one that MAY return to finish out this fictional season ... i also just love this kind of set up for an imagine. it's a lil short i know but the CHRISTMAS CRAFTS ARE COMING IN FAST AND THE CROSS STITCH CHRISTMAS CARDS ARE SLAYING THE HOUSE DOWN

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 instagram au #f1 x you #f1 #f1 social media au #oscar piastri instagram au #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri

[dawndelion-winery]

I Met You Once, I Loved You Twice

Celebrity au! Their persona, and then their true self, it seems like you were meant to love them regardless

Ft. Childe, Furina, Kaveh, Scaramouche (Wanderer), Wriothesley

[Idol! Childe, Actress! Furina, Racer! Kaveh, Artist! Scaramouche, Athlete! Wriothesley]

Childe:

You knew him before the fame, before the glitz and glamour; when he was just Ajax

And as horribly sappy as it sounds, you've loved him since day 1

Falling in love with Ajax was like slipping on ice while you're hiking up a snowy mountain

You get a little too caught up in the scenery, a tad bit too comfortable being around him

And suddenly, you fail to notice the patch of ice and slip, tumbling down the cliffside, your affection for him snowballing into something greater

And so you support him through his dreams of becoming an idol, writing to him while he's a trainee, making care packages for him

Anything for your Ajax

And when he finally debuts...

Oh boy, all the fans calling themselves his partner? They could dream on

You called dibs on him before any of them even set eyes on him

Besides, how could they even fall for someone just from watching them perform?

That was answered for you the first time Ajax excitedly insisted you watch him in the MV

You're not exactly proud of your reactions to seeing him come up on screen, but he seemed happy enough about it

Falling in love with the idol Childe was like drowning

Holding your breath, choking and flailing

It's dizzying until you finally succumb, which doesn't take long at all

And once he's converted you into a fan?

He's such a little shit, whipping out the idol persona for a smidge of free fanservice just to get you flustered at the most random times

And he's back to your sweet old Ajax in seconds too, acting like nothing's amiss

Furina:

The world's greatest actress finds that the world is her stage

Ever perfect, ever entertaining, her splendour is unparalleled

It was impossible not to adore such craft, and you easily fell in love with her acting just as one would fall asleep, gently and blissfully without even realising

Immersing yourself in her works, you develop a sort of fanaticism, delving deeper to find her interviews

She's beautiful whether or not she's filming, you find

So much so that you can't help but wonder how much of it is true

And so when you do, by some trick of fate, meet her, you feel compelled to ask

It's a dark, foggy evening, and you're taking a brisk walk along the forest

Who would've thought you'd bump into her then?

And so you strike up conversation, eager to interact with your favourite actress

And when you broach the topic of her facade, you notice she gets a tad bit defensive

So you apologise and back off, meaning well, hoping to see her again

And you do: these late walks become a regular thing, and slowly, you start to know her for who she really was

It's almost like meeting her for the first time all over again, and it very well may have been if you don't count the act as meeting her

Falling for Furina, your friend, was like taking an ice bath

Frigidity seized you almost instantly, and yet, as you stayed longer, the more pleasant it felt, almost soothing in a sharp sort of way

Kaveh:

Not just anyone could race in what was known to be the pinnacle of motorsports

And Kaveh? He was brilliant, the light of Ksharewar, the face of the team

And frankly, a very charming face

Often regarded as one of the prettiest on the grid (if not the prettiest)

He's really raking in the viewers

Imagine people seeing *1* edit of him getting out his his car post race and suddenly they're invested in races

Ofc being a new fan, the gatekeeping you have to put up with is ridiculous

"I bet your favourite driver is Kaveh because he's handsome."

As if he's not one of the most talented to ever grace us with his presence?

He gets so involved with the car's engineering honestly he should just build the car himself too atp

He is speed on the track

And falling for the light of Ksharewar through the television screen is an adrenaline rush in and of itself

So bumping into him in real life was just breathtaking

You sincerely hoped you didn't come off as some crazed fanatic with the way you rambled on about how much you loved seeing the way he pushed the car to its limits and everything

Overall it was a great once in a lifetime experience and you planned to treasure it

Until it was just a once in a lifetime thing and you seemed to bump into him a fair bit ("Hey aren't you that fan that completely went off about the car that time?")

Once you'd started talking to him more frequently, the rush of meeting him started to fade into less of a frenzy, and more of a bubbling excitement

Falling in love with Kaveh was like taking a breath of fresh air and letting the chilly breeze fill your lungs, a crisp clarity creeping through your senses

But from the faint flush of pink on his cheeks, perhaps the opposite was the case on his end

Scaramouche(Wanderer):

You've heard of artists with depression, now what about artists with borderline personality disorder?

The first time you'd met him, you didn't even know it was him

You'd been at an art gallery admiring the works signed off by Kunikuzushi when a stranger stood beside you

"You've been staring at this sculpture for a pretty long time."

"I like it. I don't think I've ever felt such yearning embedded in stone."

The stranger didn't respond, but nodded in acknowledgement and continued to stand beside you

Falling for Kunikuzushi was like falling in love with shadows

It was no more than a feeling, a yearning, a desperation much like what he portrays in his works

Everything you knew about him seemed to drown in sorrow, loneliness, and self destruction, yet having never met him, you were sure this was only one small aspect of his being

Which left you ever curious

Curiouser still was that same stranger with the odd navy blue hair who always seemed to happen to bump into you at these exhibitions

Without fail, he'd prompt you to speak, as though digging for your thoughts on each piece

Not that it bothered you, the stranger felt familiar, and had become a welcome face

Warm was his presence and gentle was his gaze, yet a detached coldness kept you from him

He was beautiful, you noted, like moonlight, with all it melancholic splendour and grace, like the paintings and sculptures you loved so dearly

And so you found yourself falling for a beguiling stranger whose name you knew not

You loved him like the sea loves the shore, always reaching for him, but pulling back in uncertainty

"You're oddly silent today," he notes.

"I was thinking of how much this piece reminds me of us. It's weird, isn't it? How I'm seeing things, drawing links to some stranger."

"Not really. I made it like that for you. We don't have to be strangers."

Wriothesley:

Baseball player Wriothesley who has his fans swooning at his charming grin and chuckle

A real heart stopper (he could beat me with his bat)

Fans adore him regardless of whether they're simps (they are) because he's good at his job

The only people who hate him are fans of the opposing team

The way his arms flex with every swing, in this essay I will-

He's built like a tank and plays like one too

So obviously you'd expect him to be a pretty confident kind of guy

And he is

He's a charmer, a smooth talker, and painfully level headed

So why was this beefy cannon suddenly bashful over your incessant praise?

Just look at him, which of his fans haven't fallen completely smitten?

Falling for the star player was like stepping into a big city for the first time, and being wowed and blinded by the lights and massive skyscrapers

But Wriothesley was a soft person at heart

And oh so very vulnerable to affection

For every compliment you uttered, he'd readily deflect it, but when they just didn't end?

Boy was he at a loss

He did end up treating you to coffee, so that was nice

But he was very obviously avoiding your gaze which he deemed to raw for him to meet

Yet it is that exact raw adoration that he can't quite dismiss

He knows how superficial fawning can be, yet there's an undeniable gratification when it comes from you

So he keeps you at arm's length, letting you in ever so slightly, but never too close despite not pushing you away

Falling in love with Wriothesley was like planting a seed and nurturing it as it grows

The germination takes place out of sight, the results unnoticeable until it finally sprouts as a fragile sapling

Discouraging as it may be, with continued work, it does get easier

And when he's secure enough to trust you entirely...he promised to return all your efforts tenfold

Taglist: @ryuryuryuyurboat @yinyinggie @mx-kamisato @chaosinanutshell @haliyarobin @irethepotato @boundedbyfate @favonius-captain @aqui-soba @tiredsleep @sadlonelybagel @mastering-procrastinating

#astronetwrk #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #childe #furina #kaveh #scaramouche #wanderer #wriothesley #childe x reader #tartaglia #tartaglia x reader #furina x reader #kaveh x reader #wriothesley x reader #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #winery specials

[vax-merstappen]

secret keeper (op81)

summary: trying to keep your and oscar's relationship hidden from the public was not easy, especially when the one person you trusted not to say anything may have told the whole grid what was going on.

this definitely got more funny than cute lol but this was probably my favorite fic to write! hope you enjoy!

You were walking through the paddock to meet up with the man who everyone knew as your best friend, Oscar Piastri. You had known each other for years, meeting when your brother had raced against him in a karting series. Though your brother had quit after only a few years of karting, you had grown close to Oscar and continued to hang out with him. When he got to Formula 1, you came to the races that you were able to in order to support your friend.

At least that's what the world thought. You and Oscar had been dating for 2 years before he started racing with McLaren. As a couple you mutually decided to keep your relationship as private as possible. Fans could get nasty and with Oscar's dream of making it to the pinnacle of motorsport, you knew that every single thing you did together would be analyzed if you were to go public. You liked your privacy and Oscar did too, so naturally it made sense to just be friends publicly.

Of course your families and close friends knew that you were dating. You had also informed the members of the team that needed to know, just so they could understand why you were always in the paddock. Outside of that, there were very few people that knew the situation.

So it was shocking to say the least when you passed by Pierre on the way to the McLaren hospitality one morning and he gave you a nod of recognition. "Ah, you're Oscar's friend!" he exclaimed, making air quotes as he said the word friend. He shook your hand and smiled.

"What is that supposed to mean?" you asked, wondering if he somehow knew you were dating Oscar.

Pierre looked embarrassed for a second. "Oh, um, I just meant that you guys seem too close to be just friends? You must be best friends to show up at all these races, he must see you like a sister?"

You cringed inwardly at being seen as Oscar's sister, but were ultimately relieved that Pierre did not know about your relationship. You wished Pierre luck on the race and continued towards the McLaren hospitality. Right before you could step inside, you saw Logan walking towards you.

He smiled before gesturing at you to follow him into the alley between the hospitality buildings. "You better treat him right," Logan said.

"Treat who right?" you asked, again scared that Logan knew about you dating Oscar.

"Oscar," he said and your heart skipped a beat. "If you're going to date him, you better do it right. If you break his heart, Alex and I will break you."

Your stomach dropped. "I, I how did you know?" you stammered.

"Oh, uh, lucky guess?" Logan shrugged awkwardly. "But, uh, don't mess with my boy." He walked away.

First Pierre acting weird and now Logan. Something was up and you needed to find Oscar to figure it out. You beelined into the hospitality to find where he could possibly be hiding. Checking all the rooms, you found that he was nowhere in sight. After asking around, you discovered that Oscar was scheduled to speak with the media at the press conference. You needed to find him before he got on that stage.

You walked as fast as you could without running towards where he was supposed to be. However, you looked to your right and saw yet another driver approaching you. Fernando Alonso himself rushed to your side.

"Hey congrats on the new boyfriend!" he said jokingly, before noticing the panicked expression on your face. "Is something wrong?" he asked.

"I need to find Oscar," you said. "Somehow all of you know about us and I don't know why and I'm scared."

Fernando looked you in the eyes. "Hey, it's alright, let's go find him together. He should be at the media stage right?"

You nodded and were relieved as Fernando began to lead you towards your boyfriend. "But seriously, how did you know?" you asked.

"Well I heard it from Carlos, but I don't know how he found out," he revealed. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"It's fine, Nando, just help me find Oscar."

You finally got to the stage and saw your boyfriend already being interviewed. Fernando gave you one last reassurance that everything would be okay before leaving you to go do his own press duties. You looked to the seat next to you and saw yet another driver.

"I think you make a great couple," George said, smiling at you. The his face dropped. "Oh, I wasn't supposed to talk about it. Shit."

"It's okay," you sighed. "I know that you know now. I just want to know how this happened."

"Well," George said, looking around before dropping into a whisper. "A certain driver may have slipped and said something about it to Alex who texted Logan, Charles, and I who may have said something to Lewis who actually kept his mouth shut but apparently Charles told Carlos, who told Checo and Nando, and Pierre, who told Esteban and Yuki. That same driver also told Daniel who let Max, Lance, and Nico in and then Nico told Kevin and Valtteri and then Valtteri told Zhou."

"How do you know all that?" you asked, amazed that George kept track of all of the gossip.

"The skill of gossiping comes with the job," he said. "But you didn't hear all this from me."

You nodded. There was nothing left to do now besides wait for your boyfriend to finish the conference. While he talked, you recalled a conversation you and Oscar had during the past week.

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"I can't believe you bring your friend to so many races," Lando had remarked. "I almost thought you guys were dating at first."

You and Oscar had shared a look. You nodded to him to confirm it was okay to tell the truth.

"Well we are dating," Oscar said and Lando looked up from his phone, shocked.

"Oh my god! I was right!" he shouted.

You and Oscar immediately shushed him. "We're keeping it a secret for now," you explained. "Don't want the press digging into our relationship."

Lando nodded. "My lips are sealed."

Little did you know, he had immediately gone to talk to Alex and let it slip that you and Oscar were actually dating. And a few hours after that, he had mentioned it in conversation with Daniel.

---

You had a realization. The only person who you had mutually agreed to tell on the grid was Oscar's own teammate, Lando Norris. And while you had trusted him, he was sort of famous for being a PR problem.

You looked up to see Oscar leaving the press conference. Your boyfriend smiled and walked over to you when he saw you in the crowd.

"Oscar, the whole grid knows we are dating."

Oscar looked panicked. "I'm so sorry, babe. I don't know how this could have happened, let me go figure it out..."

"I know what happened," you interrupted.

"What?"

"We're going to need to have a conversation with a certain teammate of yours."

Oscar rolled his eyes. "Of course it was him."

You two made your way to the McLaren garage and Oscar's face got angry when he saw Lando nonchalantly talking with one of the mechanics. Oscar was generally a quiet guy, but could be intimidating when necessary. You smiled as you prepared to watch the confrontation.

"LANDO MOTHERFUCKING NORRIS!" Oscar shouted. "Get your ass over here right now!"

Lando looked panicked and you could almost audibly hear him say "oh shit" before scurrying out of the garage. Your boyfriend looked back at you with an amused smile.

"Last time we trust him to keep our secrets."

You laughed before pulling Oscar into a hug. Even though Lando had leaked your relationship to the grid, you knew things wouldn't be so bad as long as you still had Oscar by your side.

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 x you #oscar piastri #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri x y/n #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri fic #oscar piastri fanfic

[lila-lou]

✨ His only exception - Pt. 14/? ✨

Summary: 12 months ago, Butcher went above and beyond to have you join his team. You had a simple office job at Supe Affairs. The same thing every day, working from 9 to 5 and watching Butcher and his team defeat one renegade after another. One evening, however, something changed.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, Language

Word Count: 5400

A/N: This is part 14 of “His only exeption”.

English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

Ben pulled down your shorts and panties, his hands gentle yet determined, he paused to admire the sight before him. "Such a pretty pussy", he murmured appreciatively.

As he began to kiss your soft folds, his lips moving slowly up and down, you couldn't help but arch your back, a soft moan escaping your lips.

"Ben", you gasped, your voice trembling with need, unable to contain the overwhelming sensation coursing through your body.

"You taste so fucking sweet", he murmured against your skin, his breath warm and enticing. Each movement of his tongue sent sparks of pleasure coursing through you, and you couldn't help but let out a low moan of satisfaction.

As Ben's lips trailed down your body, he gently removed your shorts and panties. With precision and intent, he pressed soft kisses along the tender skin of your inner thighs, moving closer to your throbbing center.

His tongue dipped between your folds, tracing slow, deliberate circles around your clit. He teased the sensitive bud with gentle flicks and licks, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. With each pass of his tongue, he applied just the right amount of pressure, driving you to the brink of ecstasy.

His lips closed around your clit, sucking gently as his tongue continued its relentless assault. He alternated between swirling and sucking, coaxing soft moans of pleasure from your lips. His movements were rhythmic and methodical, building the tension within you.

You arched your back, your hands clutching at the sheets as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. His touch was both tender and commanding, his lips and tongue working in perfect harmony to send you spiraling into bliss.

"You taste so fucking good, sweetheart", he murmured against your skin, his voice husky with desire. "I could do this all night".

His words sent a shiver of pleasure down your spine, amplifying the sensations coursing through your body. You could feel the warmth of his breath against your sensitive skin as he continued to eat you out.

You moaned softly in response. With each passing moment, you felt yourself drawing closer and closer to the pinnacle of ecstasy, your body trembling with anticipation.

He sucked on your clit hard, the sensation was so intense that your stomach muscles clenched, not sure if they were in for pleasure or an unexpected workout. “Whoa, easy tiger”, you chuckled.

Ben paused for a moment, his lips still tantalizingly close to your sensitive skin as he flashed you a mischievous grin. "What's the matter, can't handle a little extra suction?", he teased, his tone playful yet wicked.

You couldn't help but laugh, despite the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body. "Oh, I can handle it", you shot back, a hint of challenge in your voice. "But I might need to schedule a massage for my stomach muscles afterwards".

Ben's grin widened at your response, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Consider it part of the service", he quipped before diving back in.

"Alright, alright, you win", you chuckled, unable to withstand the intensity any longer. You gently tugged on Ben's hair, signaling for him to ease up a bit.

Ben lifted his head, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he met your gaze. "Had enough, huh?", he teased.

You nodded, still laughing softly. "Yeah, just give me a moment to catch my breath", you replied.

Ben grinned mischievously as he made his way back up to your lips, he leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours. "Why don't you taste yourself, sweetheart?", he suggested, his voice low and suggestive. "See just how fucking good you are".

You couldn't help but blush at his bold suggestion, but the anticipation of his kiss mixed with the lingering taste of yourself was undeniably arousing. With a shy smile, you leaned forward, meeting his lips halfway as you both savored the intoxicating blend of desire and pleasure.

As Ben's tongue delved deeper into the kiss, his movements growing more fervent, you felt the unmistakable pressure of his erection pressing against your pussy through his sweatpants. Despite the tantalizing sensation, you knew you were too sore for anything more tonight, and apparently, so did he.

Breaking the kiss, you met his gaze with a mixture of desire and restraint. "I think we both know what I want", you murmured, "but I don't think I can handle it tonight".

"I won't push you", he replied, his tone gentle yet tinged with longing. "But that doesn't mean I can't enjoy the view".

With a smirk, he leaned back slightly, his gaze wandering over your flushed skin with undisguised desire. "And what a view it is".

You couldn't help but feel a bit self-conscious under Ben's intense gaze, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment as you instinctively hid your face.

Ben chuckled, the sound low and amused. "Aw, don't be shy now. You've got nothing to hide, doll. Trust me, I've seen it all".

Despite your embarrassment, his playful tone eased some of the tension, and you couldn't help but let out a nervous laugh.

"You know", he began, his voice laced with amusement, "you're not half bad for a first-timer. Maybe I should give you a gold star or something".

You nudged him with your elbow. "Oh, please", you retorted, rolling your eyes. "I think I can do without the gold star".

Ben chuckled, his gaze softening as he looked at you. “You’re something else, you know that?”, he said, his tone warm.

You smiled playfully, feeling bold in the moment. "So, does that mean you can make another exception and let me sleep in your bed tonight, cuddling?", you asked, raising an eyebrow teasingly.

Ben's expression shifted, a flicker of hesitation crossing his features before he replied, "I don't cuddle with anyone, you know that".

You leaned in closer, your tone softening as you looked into his eyes. "But you've made exceptions for me before", you pointed out, hoping to persuade him.

Ben hesitated for a moment, his gaze searching yours before he relented with a small sigh. "Alright, but just for tonight", he conceded.

You grinned triumphantly, feeling a surge of warmth at his concession. "Deal", you replied.

You snuggled closer to Ben, pressing yourself against his side with one arm draped over his stomach and your face nestled against his chest. “You know, it’s kind of hot how your biceps could crush me within seconds”, you teased, a playful glint in your eyes.

Ben chuckled softly, his chest vibrating beneath you as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “Careful, sweetheart. Wouldn’t want to accidentally get crushed”.

His eyes sparkling with amusement. "But hey, if you're into that kind of thing, I could give it a try", he teased while he lightly flexed his arm.

You laughed, shaking your head at his antics. "I think I'll pass on the crushing for now", you replied, unable to suppress a smile.

Ben chuckled, the sound warm and genuine. "Your loss", he teased, giving you a gentle squeeze with his arm.

As you traced gentle patterns on Ben's chest, the atmosphere between you felt oddly intimate, prompting you to broach a delicate topic.

"Hey, Ben", you began softly, "were you and Crimson Countess really together, or was it just for show?".

His gaze meeting yours with a mix of emotions. "Yeah, we were", he admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of bitterness. "At least, I thought we were. But she let me down, betrayed me to Stan Edgar".

You felt a pang of sympathy for Ben, realizing that the situation with Crimson Countess had likely left him feeling hurt and betrayed. It also confirmed your suspicion that his previous relationships had been far from ideal.

You couldn't help but feel a surge of curiosity as you asked, "Did you love her?".

Ben's expression darkened at the mention of love, his jaw tensing visibly. "Love?", he scoffed bitterly. "Yeah, I thought I did. But turns out, she was just another conniving bitch looking out for herself".

As you felt Ben tense even more underneath you, you hesitated, unsure of how to respond. "I… I'm sorry", you murmured, your voice soft with sympathy.

Ben sighed heavily, his gaze distant as he spoke. "It's fine", he replied, his tone guarded. "I just… I wanted things with her. Wanted a family, kids, all that stuff".

His admission took you by surprise. Despite his tough exterior, it was clear that he had his own hopes and dreams, just like anyone else.

Ben's mood shifted suddenly, his vulnerability giving way to a familiar defensive stance. "Cut that pussy feeling shit", he snapped, his tone harsher than before.

Taken aback by his sudden change in demeanor, you recoiled slightly, feeling the sting of his words. "I… I didn't mean to upset you", you stammered, unsure of how to react.

Ben's expression softened slightly. "Forget it", he muttered, his voice softer now but still tinged with irritation. "Let's just… drop it".

Ben's grip tightened slightly around you as he spoke, his voice tinged with a mixture of bitterness and resignation. "She's dead anyway", he muttered. "And even if she wasn't, she's probably past her prime for popping out kids".

"I´m sorry", you mumbled.

Ben's hand moved to give your ass a light slap before he pulled you even tighter against himself. "Alright, enough of that", he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Time to sleep now. We're not discussing this any further".

You nodded silently, sensing his need for distance from the topic. "Can you hold me closer? I'm cold".

Ben sighed slightly, a hint of annoyance in his tone, but he obliged nonetheless. He turned more towards you, facing you directly, and pulled you closer so that your face was pressed against his chest, and he could wrap both arms around you. As he adjusted, he couldn't help but groan softly. "You've got a lot of fucking requests", he muttered, his voice laced with amusement despite the irritation.

You chuckled softly, feeling the warmth of his chest against your cheek. "I just want some nuclear warmth from your chest", you replied, half-jokingly. Ben smirked, his arms tightening around you.

"Oh, I can give you the full dose sweetheart", he teased. "Then you definitely wouldn't be cold anymore".

You laughed, rolling your eyes. "Yeah, but then I'd also be toast", you quipped.

Ben's fingers brushed lightly over your back, tracing lazy circles as he continued to tease you.

"Ah, but what a way to go, eh?", he joked, his tone playful as he leaned in closer to you. You couldn't help but smile.

"I suppose there are worse ways", you replied, leaning into his touch. With a soft chuckle, Ben pulled you even closer, his fingers still dancing over your skin. "Just remember, you asked for it".

Ben leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, eliciting a soft moan from you. He pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting yours with a mischievous glint.

"Careful with those noises, sweetheart", he whispered huskily, his breath warm against your skin. "Make them again, and I might just forget about your soreness and fuck you stupid".

You chuckled nervously at his words, feeling a flush creep up your cheeks. "Noted", you replied, trying to hide the excitement that stirred within you at the thought.

Ben leaned in to peck your lips one more time before pulling you close and closing his eyes. A rare sense of contentment washed over him as he held you in his arms, his heart swelling with an unfamiliar warmth.

In that moment, he allowed himself to forget about the chaos of their world. All that mattered was the comforting weight of you against him, the soft rhythm of your breaths lulling him into a sense of peace he hadn't felt in a long time.

As sleep began to claim him, Ben tightened his hold on you, silently grateful for this moment of quiet amidst the storm. And as he drifted off, he couldn't shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, there was more to this connection than he had ever dared to admit.

The next morning arrived with a gentle glow filtering through the curtains, casting a soft light over the room. As Ben stirred, he slowly became aware of your presence, still peacefully asleep beside him. He watched you for a moment, not wanting to disturb your rest.

Carefully, Ben eased himself out of bed, making sure not to jostle you. He moved with practiced precision, his movements silent as he retrieved his clothes from the floor. With a lingering glance in your direction, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of reluctance at the thought of leaving you behind.

As he dressed, Ben’s gaze softened as he watched you sleep, a sense of protectiveness swelling within him. He brushed a stray lock of hair away from your face, his touch gentle as he leaned down to press a fleeting kiss to your forehead.

It wasn't until you heard the rustle of his belt that you woke up.

You held out your hand, still half-asleep, with your eyes closed. “Can’t you just stay in bed with me a little longer?”, you mumbled, your voice laced with sleepiness.

Ben glanced over at you with a smirk, shaking his head in amusement. “As tempting as that sounds, sweetheart, duty calls”, he replied. “Besides, I can’t have you getting too attached now, can I?”.

You huffed playfully, opening your eyes to shoot him a mock glare. “Who said anything about getting attached?”, you retorted, your tone equally teasing.

With a chuckle, Ben finished adjusting his suit and leaned down to press another quick kiss to your forehead. “Just making sure, doll”, he replied, his smirk widening.

You watched as Ben straightened up, ready to head out for his mission. "Stay safe out there", you said, genuine concern in your voice as you reached out to touch his arm.

Ben flashed you a cocky grin, his smirk never far from his lips. "Don't worry about me, sweetheart. I can handle myself".

Rolling your eyes at his typical bravado, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance. "I'm serious, Ben. Just be careful", you insisted, your voice soft but firm.

With a shrug, Ben waved off your concern. "Relax, I've been in tougher spots than this", he quipped. "I'll be back before you know it".

You watched him go, a mixture of worry and frustration bubbling inside you. As much as you wanted to believe his confident facade, there was always a lingering sense of uncertainty when it came to Ben.

As the day unfolded, you found yourself alone with Frenchie, the rest of the team having departed for their mission in Europe. When Frenchie called out that dinner was ready in the evening, you welcomed the opportunity to break the silence.

"Hey, dinner's served. Come on over", Frenchie called from the kitchen, his voice echoing through the empty hallway.

"Thanks, Frenchie. I'll be right there", you replied, mustering a small smile as you made your way to the dining area.

Taking a seat at the table, you exchanged a knowing glance with Frenchie, silently acknowledging the absence of the others. Despite the quietude, there was a sense of comfort in the familiarity of each other's company.

"How are you holding up?", Frenchie asked softly, his tone filled with empathy as he met your gaze.

You sighed, grateful for the chance to share your thoughts. "I'm okay", you replied honestly, taking solace in the presence of a friend. "Just adjusting to the quiet".

Frenchie’s gaze was gentle as he spoke, his concern evident in his voice. “So, how are things with you and Soldier Boy? Seems like you two are getting along again”, he remarked, his tone careful.

You couldn’t help but smile at Frenchie’s observation. “Yeah, we’re… figuring things out”, you replied, choosing your words carefully.

Frenchie’s curiosity was piqued, evident in the furrow of his brow as he leaned in slightly. “Figuring things out, huh? Care to elaborate?”, he asked.

You shrugged nonchalantly, trying to brush off his inquiry. “Oh, you know, just navigating the usual ups and downs”, you replied vaguely, hoping to steer the conversation away from the topic.

But Frenchie wasn’t easily deterred, his curiosity only growing. “Come on, spill the beans. You two seemed pretty cozy lately”, he pressed, a playful glint in his eyes.

Your nerves fluttered as Frenchie persisted, his playful demeanor making it difficult to evade his questions. "Well, let's just say we're both a work in progress".

But Frenchie wasn't fooled. "Uh-huh, I see", he replied, his tone teasing. "By the way, I heard some pretty intense noises coming from Soldier Boy's room the other day", he said, his eyebrows raised suggestively. "Definitely sounded like they were coming from you".

Your cheeks flushed crimson as you struggled to come up with a response, feeling utterly exposed under Frenchie's knowing gaze.

You stammered, your mind racing for a plausible explanation. "Oh, um, we were just… uh, training!", you blurted out, your voice sounding far too loud in the suddenly tense atmosphere.

Frenchie arched an eyebrow. "Training, huh? Sounds like quite the workout", he replied, his tone laced with amusement.

You laughed, attempting to downplay the situation. "Yeah, you know how intense our training sessions can get", you said, hoping he would buy your flimsy excuse.

"Sure, sure. Whatever you say", he replied.

Frenchie's expression grew serious as he leaned in closer, his tone low and earnest. "Listen, just be careful around Soldier Boy, okay? He's not exactly known for playing by the rules", he warned, his concern evident in his voice.

"I'll keep that in mind".

With a reassuring smile, Frenchie patted your hand gently before returning his attention to his meal. But you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the back of your mind.

"Hey, Frenchie, could you… keep this between us? I don't want anyone else getting the wrong idea", you requested.

Frenchie chuckled softly, a playful twinkle in his eyes. "Your secret's safe with me, but I can't promise I won't enjoy teasing you about it".

You rolled your eyes, unable to suppress a smile at his teasing. "Thanks, Frenchie. I owe you one", you said gratefully.

With a grin, Frenchie raised his glass in a mock toast. "To secrets and silent agreements", he quipped before taking a sip of his drink, the tension easing between you.

You groaned as your phone buzzed, rudely jolting you awake in the middle of the night. With bleary eyes, you glanced at the caller ID and saw Ben´s name flashing on the screen. Rolling your eyes, you begrudgingly answered the call, already bracing yourself for whatever nonsense he was about to spew.

"What do you want?", you grumbled, your voice laced with irritation as you answered the call.

Ben chuckled on the other end of the line. "Well, well, well, look who's got an attitude", he teased. "Didn't anyone ever teach you how to answer the phone properly?".

You sighed, rubbing your eyes tiredly. "Do you have any idea what time it is?", you groaned softly, your exhaustion evident in your voice as you leaned back against your pillow.

As he lounged on his balcony in Spain, the heat from your tired moan sent a jolt of arousal through Ben's body, his cock stirring with desire. "Mmm, sounds like someone's a little cranky", his smirk audible even over the phone. "Guess I'll have to come tuck you in and kiss you goodnight, sweetheart".

You chuckled tiredly. "Oh, I'm sure you'd love that, wouldn't you? But I think I'll pass"

"Ah, playing hard to get, are we? I like a challenge", he remarked, his tone teasing but with an underlying desire.

You leaned in closer to the phone, your curiosity piqued. “How’s shit going over there?”, you asked, eager for any updates from Ben.

Ben’s voice crackled through the line, filled with a sense of anticipation. “We’ve got a lead on that fucker”, he replied, his tone tinged with excitement. “We’re gearing up to go in about an hour”.

“Watch your back out there”, you said softly, a note of concern creeping into your voice.

Ben chuckled on the other end of the line, his voice tinged with amusement. “Ah, don’t worry your pretty little head about me, sweetheart”, he replied. “I’ve handled worse cocksucker than Homelander”.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his bravado, though a part of you appreciated his attempt to brush off your concerns. “Just promise me you’ll be careful”, you insisted, unable to shake the feeling of unease.

Ben’s tone softened slightly, though the edge of cockiness remained. “Always am, doll”.

You sighed, a hint of exasperation in your voice. "Cut the sarcasm, Ben. This isn't a joke", you chided.

Ben's amusement was palpable even from miles away. "Alright, alright, no need to get your panties in a twist", he replied, his voice laced with humor. "Speaking of which, are you naked right now? Trying to distract me with some late-night phone sex?".

"Seriously, Ben? We're talking about a dangerous mission here", you retorted, your frustration growing.

But Ben just chuckled, unfazed by your scolding. "Relax, sweetheart. I'll be fine", he reassured you.

You rolled your eyes. "Try taking this seriously for once, Soldier Boy", you snapped back, irritation creeping into your voice.

"Relax, babe. I'll handle it", he replied, his cockiness grating on your nerves.

"Yeah, because your ego is the size of Texas", you muttered under your breath.

“You know you love my confidence, sweetheart”.

You couldn’t help but shake your head at his arrogance. “I tolerate it, at best”, you retorted, unable to resist poking fun at him.

“Ah, but you tolerate it so well”, Ben quipped, his tone playful despite the serious topic at hand.

Rolling your eyes, you decided to steer the conversation back to the matter at hand. “Fine, Soldier Boy. But don’t forget, while you’re out there playing hero, I’ll be here keeping an eye on things”, you said, trying to sound more serious this time.

Ben’s demeanor shifted slightly, a hint of concern creeping into his voice. “Actually, keep an eye out for Vought”, he said, his tone becoming more solemn. “I’ve got a bad feeling they’re planning something big”.

Your eyebrows furrowed in concern at his warning. “Vought? What could they possibly be up to now?”, you mused aloud, the unease in your stomach growing.

“Who knows”. Ben replied with a sigh.

As Ben let out a sigh, a faint voice called out for him in the background. “Soldier Boy! We’re moving out in five!”.

Ben’s irritation was palpable as he glanced away from the phone, clearly annoyed at the interruption. “Damn it”, he muttered under his breath, shooting a frustrated glance towards where the voice came from.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his predicament. “Looks like duty calls, Soldier Boy”.

"Yeah, yeah, duty calls", he grumbled.

"Just make sure you don't trip over your own ego on the way out".

Ben chuckled, shaking his head in mock exasperation. "I'll do my best", he replied, a smirk playing on his lips.

Before you could say anything else, Ben's voice turned serious again. "Listen, I'll be out of touch for a while, but I want you to do something for me", he said, his tone sincere.

Your heart skipped a beat, sensing the gravity of his words. "Of course, Ben. What is it?".

There was a pause before he spoke again, his voice low and intense. "I want you to touch yourself every night until I'm back. Got it? Keep yourself satisfied for me".

Your cheeks flushed but still you rolled your eyes. Was he able to remain serious about this topic in particular?

Still you couldn't deny the thrill that shot through you at his words. "I can do that", you mumbled.

"Good", Ben said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I'll be back in two weeks. Until then, take care of yourself, sweetheart".

And with that, the line went dead, leaving you with a mix of emotions and a promise to keep until Ben returned.

With a sigh, you set the phone down beside you, a part of you was still worried about his safety on the mission.

But deciding there was nothing more you could do for now, you snuggled back into your blankets, feeling the weight of exhaustion pulling at your eyelids. Closing your eyes, you let out a long exhale, willing yourself to push aside your concerns and drift back into the embrace of sleep.

As you settled into a comfortable position, thoughts of Ben and the mission gradually faded into the background, replaced by the gentle lull of darkness and dreams. And as sleep claimed you once more, you couldn't help but cling to the hope that Ben would return safely, ready to pick up right where you left off.

A week passed with no word from Ben, leaving you restless and anxious. Frenchie, sensing your mood, decided to take matters into his own hands. "Alright, enough sulking, mon amie", he declared, marching into your room with determination.

You looked up from where you were sitting, surprised by his sudden intrusion. "Frenchie, I'm not really in the mood for training right now", you protested weakly, unable to muster much enthusiasm.

But Frenchie was having none of it. He grabbed your arm and pulled you to your feet, ignoring your protests. "No excuses. You need to keep your mind sharp", he insisted, his tone firm.

As you reluctantly followed him to the training area, Frenchie suddenly jabbed his elbow into your arm, snapping you out of your thoughts. "Hey, pay attention!", he scolded.

"Ow!", you exclaimed, rubbing your arm where he had hit you. "What was that for?".

Frenchie sighed, shaking his head in exasperation. "You're not focused, mon amie. You need to be ready for anything, especially now", he explained, his tone softened slightly.

Taking a deep breath, you squared your shoulders, ready to throw yourself into the training session with renewed determination. Frenchie wasted no time, launching into a series of quick strikes and dodges, forcing you to react instinctively.

As the two of you sparred, the tension in your muscles began to melt away, replaced by a sense of focus and purpose.

Frenchie's teasing voice broke through your concentration. "You know, it's almost like you miss Soldier Boy", he remarked with a smirk, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

You rolled your eyes, trying to brush off his comment. "Please, Frenchie. I don't miss his ego or his cheesy one-liners", you retorted, though a small part of you couldn't deny the truth in his words.

Frenchie chuckled, his movements fluid as he continued to spar with you. "Sure, sure. Whatever you say, mon amie", he replied, his tone teasing but gentle.

Despite your protests, a pang of longing tugged at your heart, reminding you of the absence that loomed over you like a shadow.

As the training session continued, Frenchie couldn’t resist poking fun at you a little more. “You know, if you miss him that much, we can always find a cardboard cutout of Soldier Boy to spar with”, he teased.

You scoffed, but couldn’t help but smile at his attempt to lighten the mood. “I’ll pass, thanks. I think one Soldier Boy in my life is more than enough”, you quipped back, your tone laced with sarcasm.

Frenchie laughed, the sound echoing in the training room.

"Alright, fair point", Frenchie conceded, still grinning. "But hey, at least Soldier Boy has his moments".

You raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh, does he now? I must have missed those", you replied, feigning innocence.

A playful glint flashed in your eyes as you feigned a punch towards him, making him dodge with a laugh. "And what about you, Frenchie? Don't you miss Kimiko?", you asked, unable to resist turning the tables.

Frenchie's expression softened, a wistful smile crossing his lips. "Of course I do", he admitted, his tone gentle. "But hey, absence makes the heart grow fonder, right?".

Before you could respond, Frenchie's playful demeanor shifted as he lunged forward with a quick jab, catching you off guard. You let out a surprised grunt as his fist made contact with your belly, the impact knocking the wind out of you.

"Oof!", you exclaimed, doubling over slightly as you tried to catch your breath.

Frenchie grinned unapologetically, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Sorry, couldn't resist".

You chuckled, shaking your head as you straightened up. "Remind me never to ask you about missing someone again", you said with a playful smirk, knowing full well that Frenchie's charm could always catch you off guard.

As the evening came, you went out to get some groceries. As you walked towards the supermarket parking lot, the cool evening air filled your lungs, offering a brief respite from the worries that had been weighing on your mind. However, your moment of peace was short-lived as a big black SUV pulled up beside you, its engine rumbling ominously.

Instinctively, you slowed your pace, feeling a knot of unease forming in the pit of your stomach. Glancing around, you noticed the lack of pedestrians nearby, the empty street adding to the sense of isolation.

Before you could react, the window of the SUV rolled down, revealing two figures seated inside.

The man in the expensive suit leaned out of the window, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that sent a chill down your spine. "Get in the car, now", he commanded, his voice cold and authoritative.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you took a step back, your instincts screaming at you to run. But before you could make a move, you noticed the glint of a gun in his hand, the metal barrel gleaming menacingly in the dim light.

You realized that you were in serious trouble. The man's expression brooked no argument, and the sight of the gun left you with little choice.

Just as you were about to run away, a sharp, searing pain exploded in your shoulder as a gunshot echoed through the night, causing you to cry out in agony. Your vision blurred for a moment, the shock of the injury sending waves of dizziness crashing over you.

Before you could fully comprehend what had happened, strong hands gripped you roughly, pulling you towards the open door of the SUV. With a gasp of pain, you stumbled forward, feeling disoriented and helpless as you were dragged inside the vehicle.

As you collapsed onto the seat, your injured shoulder throbbing with every movement, you tried to make sense of the chaos unfolding around you.

The man who had shot you loomed over you, his expression impassive as he inspected his handiwork. "Should've cooperated from the start", he muttered.

Meanwhile, his accomplice closed the door behind you, sealing you in with your captors.

The SUV lurched into motion.

Clutching your bleeding shoulder, you mustered all the courage you could muster and demanded, "What the fuck do you want?".

The man who shot you merely sneered, his eyes cold and unforgiving. "You'll find out soon enough", he replied cryptically.

Frustration boiled inside you as you realized they had no intention of giving you any answers. "This is bullshit!", you exclaimed, your voice shaking with anger and pain.

But your words fell on deaf ears.

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A/N: Well, that's probably not the best chapter, but I have to get on with the story somehow. I hope you like it anyway. Please let me know what you think.🥰

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Part 15

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[commodorez]

If the Commodore 64 is great, where is the Commodore 65?

It sits in the pile with the rest of history's pre-production computers that never made it. It's been awhile since I went on a Commodore 65 rant...

The successor to the C64 is the C128, arguably the pinnacle of 8-bit computers. It has 3 modes: native C128 mode with 2MHz 8502, backwards compatible C64 mode, and CP/M mode using a 4MHz Z80. Dual video output in 40-column mode with sprites plus a second output in 80-column mode. Feature-rich BASIC, built in ROM monitor, numpad, 128K of RAM, and of course a SID chip. For 1985, it was one of the last hurrahs of 8-bit computing that wasn't meant to be a budget/bargain bin option.

For the Amiga was taking center stage at Commodore -- the 16-bit age is here! And its initial market performance wasn't great, they were having a hard time selling its advanced capabilities. The Amiga platform took time to really build up momentum square in the face of the rising dominance of the IBM PC compatible. And the Amiga lost (don't tell the hardcore Amiga fanboys, they're still in denial).

However, before Commodore went bankrupt in '94, someone planned and designed another successor to the C64. It was supposed to be backwards compatible with C64, while also evolving on that lineage, moving to a CSG 4510 R3 at 3.54MHz (a fancy CMOS 6502 variant based on a subprocessor out of an Amiga serial port card). 128K of RAM (again) supposedly expandable to 1MB, 256X more colors, higher resolution, integrated 3½" floppy not unlike the 1581. Bitplane modes, DAT modes, Blitter modes -- all stuff that at one time was a big deal for rapid graphics operations, but nothing that an Amiga couldn't already do (if you're a C65 expert who isn't mad at me yet, feel free to correct me here).

The problem is that nobody wanted this.

Sure, Apple had released the IIgs in 1986, but that had both the backwards compatibility of an Apple II and a 16-bit 65C816 processor -- not some half-baked 6502 on gas station pills. Plus, by the time the C65 was in heavy development it was 1991. Way too late for the rapidly evolving landscape of the consumer computer market. It would be cancelled later that same year.

I realize that Commodore was also still selling the C64 well into 1994 when they closed up shop, but that was more of a desperation measure to keep cash flowing, even if it was way behind the curve by that point (remember, when the C64 was new it was a powerful, affordable machine for 1982). It was free money on an established product that was cheap to make, whereas the C65 would have been this new and expensive machine to produce and sell that would have been obsolete from the first day it hit store shelves. Never mind the dismal state of Commodore's marketing team post-Tramiel.

Internally, the guy working on the C65 was someone off in the corner who didn't work well with others while 3rd generation Amiga development was underway. The other engineers didn't have much faith in the idea.

The C65 has acquired a hype of "the machine that totally would have saved Commodore, guise!!!!1!11!!!111" -- saved nothing. If you want better what-if's from Commodore, you need to look to the C900 series UNIX machine, or the CLCD. Unlike those machines which only have a handful of surviving examples (like 3 or 4 CLCDs?), the C65 had several hundred, possibly as many as 2000 pre-production units made and sent out to software development houses. However many got out there, no software appears to have surfaced, and only a handful of complete examples of a C65 have entered the hands of collectors. Meaning if you have one, it's probably buggy and you have no software to run on it. Thus, what experience are you recapturing? Vaporware?

The myth of the C65 and what could have been persists nonetheless. I'm aware of 3 modern projects that have tried to take the throne from the Commodore 64, doing many things that sound similar to the Commodore 65.

The Foenix Retro Systems F256K:

The 8-Bit Guy's Commander X16

The MEGA65 (not my picture)

The last of which is an incredibly faithful open-source visual copy of the C65, where as the other projects are one-off's by dedicated individuals (and when referring to the X16, I don't mean David Murray as he's not the one doing the major design work).

I don't mean to belittle the effort people have put forth into such complicated projects, it's just not what I would have built. In 2019, I had the opportunity to meet the 8-Bit Guy and see the early X16 prototype. I didn't really see the appeal, and neither did David see the appeal of my homebrew, the Cactus.

Build your own computer, build a replica computer. I encourage you to build what you want, it can be a rewarding experience. Just remember that the C65 was probably never going to dig Commodore out of the financial hole they had dug for themselves.

#commodore #c65 #commodore 65

[ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff]

Star-crossed in the Crosshairs (John Price x Reader)

Epilogue: Choosing My Confessions

Fic Summary: This mission is the pinnacle of your efforts for the past three years. Your whole team and yourself have worked countless hours, slaughtered hundreds, risked life and limb for scraps of intel, and now it all boiled down to pairing up with another taskforce to get this job done and dusted. An unexpected spanner in the works comes in the shape of your former best friend, now also a Captain and somehow resurrected from his KIA status, John Price.

You can’t afford to let feelings - old and new - get in the way of your purpose. No matter how much you’ve missed, wished for, loved him, and no matter how much he might feel the same

AN: Mild spoilers but this is the hurt/comfort aspect. If you'd rather hurt/no comfort, then leave it at the previous chapter.

Chapter 10 // AO3 Version // Masterlist

Weighed down by a worn-out fleece, John Price dragged himself into the lift of his apartment building, hitting his floor button with one knackered pointer finger, his other hand refusing to drop his bag until he was inside his bedroom. Tomorrow, he’d spend half the day soaking in a hot bath with a flannel on his head, air heavy with condensation and the smell of cedarwood. What a welcome for the new year. He counted each of his breaths each level he was taken above. His toes were stiff with chills in his boots, wriggling to get some warmth in his bones before the stroke of midnight.

Sliding in between the doors, he grunted whilst fidgeting in his pockets. At last, his key came free and it slid into the door - awkwardly, so he made a mental note to oil it later into his shore leave. The door slid open. John instantly withdrew his pistol, using the muzzle to push the door open further. A quick evaluation showed the additional cylinder lock still functional.

Abandoning his bag outside his door, John silently prowled into the front room, expecting anything: unturned furniture, ransacked drawers, an identical gun pointed straight at him, anything.

Except for the large lump he spied tucked up on the couch.

The maroon throw blanket that usually rested over the back of the sofa was curled around a sleeping body. John pivoted around, his gun still raised until he saw the face poking out the blanket’s edge. Then his arms slacked, the gun still safe but loose in his grip by his thigh as he laughed under his breath.

He reached across to the side table and flicked on the lamp. Its golden glow highlighted the scar on your cheek, a new one gained in the nine months since he’d seen you last. Your chest was rising and falling with little snores accompanying each motion.

Once he’d retrieved his bag, John slung it to the floor beside the almost identical one at your feet. He debated over what to do next. Eventually, he landed on clearing his throat.Your head lifted instantly, your soporific gaze meeting his equally tired one.

“Hello, stranger,” He said, his voice hoarse yet kind.

“Hi,” You replied, rubbing your eyes before waving a hand at the front door, “Sorry, I waited an hour before I picked the locks.”

So you had gone through the motions of getting his address but not his phone number. Not for the first time in his life, John questioned your train of thought. Then he remembered what he put you through for a decade and decided that hypocrisy was not the goal of the evening.

“Waited longer than I would’ve,” He huffed then used his foot to carefully nudge your overnight bag, the onehe knew you could live out of for a fortnight if push came to shove.

You didn’t notice, or chose not to, instead asking, “What time is it?”

“Uh,” John checked his watch before taking it off, “Half eleven.”

You nodded in acceptance but made no further effort to talk, looking down at your hand fidgeting with the throw rug in your lap.

Sensing you didn’t wanna get into the reason you were sleeping in his sitting room yet, John offered you a helping hand, “You can take my bed. We can save the shop talk for tomorrow.”

Your hand in his, hauling yourself up, grip tougher than it looked, you moved past him, leading the way to the bedroom, “Thanks.”

John didn’t ask how you knew which door it was behind. Rather, he sought refuge in his en suite, shedding his clothes and finding the energy to bother separating them into his divided laundry baskets. It was all he could handle not to fawn over you being in his home and your reason. You always were a curveball in his life, keeping him on his toes. Opting against the effort of shaving, he washed his face and pulled on his pyjamas.

Somehow, the image of you slotting in your earplugs and seeming stiff in the middle of the ice cold bed tilted John’s world off its axis all the more. You whispered a good night to him, which he returned, then he moved away, out and onto the couch just as you had done. His feet poked out onto the armchair, but he didn’t bother covering them in the throw. Instead, he focused on the ceiling, flat and smooth with boring white paint.

Sudden cheers caught his attention, echoing from outside. Faintly, he could make out the numbers descending.

The bellowing of “zero” brought flashes of red and yellow lights slipping through the gap in the curtains. They irritated the white paint with splashes of unpredictability. John’s mind switched up, despite his deep breathing, and he swiftly closed the blinds behind the curtains, shutting out any sign of the new year from his sitting room. Slipping back under the blankets, his body tensed against the few echoes of explosions that made it past the double glazing. He despised every second his body betrayed his intentions, putting him in work-mode in the comfort of his home when he could normally flip the switch without a second thought.

After about ten minutes, John pushed to sit up and groped around the sofa cushions for the remote. Grounding himself amidst the sounds with the images of the sparks showering around the Thames had to be easier than this.

Outside, some drunkards singing Auld Lang Syne clashed with the sporadic and delayed fireworks and the arid display on his TV set. It did little to convince his amygdala that he didn’t need five exit strategies on top of the ones he already had in place. The only reassurance was that, if something were to happen, this would be a nice place to go – with you nearby.

A dim shadow in the screen turned John’s head to see you and how you’d found his dressing gown, donned it accordingly.

You spoke before he could. “Can’t sleep. Where’s your tea?”

When you held up your hand to his attempt to get on his feet, John began pointing out the cupboards needed for your quest. His twisted spine didn’t complain; you brewing for two nondescript mugs was far more fascinating than whatever revelries were going on in some London stadium or recording studio. A soft thanks crossed his lips as you passed one mug to him over the back of the couch.

“Happy New Year.”

“Happy New Year. What you watching?”

“BBC concert. Wanna watch with me?”

“You’re so fucking-” You let out a huff, then you hit him lightly with the dressing gown’s cord: “Polite.”

With a short yet deep belly laugh, John patted the sofa cushion beside him, “Never been called that in my life.”

“Don’t make me do it again then.”

Still, you moved around the couch and sat in the space offered to you. A healthy distance cushioned between John’s legs and yours.

Temptation to ask about what you’d been doing the past nine months blended well with the milk and tea – it was “tomorrow” after all. The words were on the tip of his tongue, ready to fall out in such a casual way to mask the impact of your reply, whatever it would be. You couldn’t just be here and not have something to say.

Your earplugs, nudged neatly in place, protected you from the stray fireworks outside and from noticing John’s runaway train of thought. It was almost peaceful to watch Rick Astley and Rylan (of all people) bop about on stage with warmth in your hand and at your side. Just enough to settle your stomach, you sipped your tea and absorbed the warmth through your palms.

In a move categorised under “high risk, high reward”, John unfolded the blanket he had been sheltered under and held up the corner in your peripherals wordlessly. You tried not to let this action derail your intentions as you tucked in closer to him to lay that portion of the blanket over your lap.

Three inches of suffocation between the two of you yet goosebumps extended from your arm hairs to feel the hum of his blood beating through his veins, like your body needed proof you were really next to him and not just a daydream you’d conjured up each time you debated if you regretted your choice or when you’d revisited the situation in therapy numerous times. This feeling was no doubt mutual. John Price had the patience of a sniper, but you were dangling him off a precipice whilst he waited for you to explain yourself.

Knocking back another sip of tea like it was whiskey, you asked, “I’m not keeping you up, am I?”

“No. No, you’re all good.” John told both truth and lies. Yes, you were fine being here. But you’d kept him up many nights, not just this one.

He zeroed in on your wrist as you leaned forwards to place your mug on the only other coaster on the coffee table. A new tattoo of a lit match sat beside his callsign’s artwork, the flame’s linework a nice contrast to the helmet’s bold yet fading black. So much of John’s attention was on the inked pairing that he almost missed what you said to him as you sat back into the couch.

“I think I’m ready to try and work things out with you.”

John wasn’t the kind of man to double take at something shocking. His body was built for earthquakes, absorbing all shockwaves, no swaying, sturdy and reliable. But the phrase he’d hoped to hear all those months ago sent tremors off the Richter scale. Twice glancing at your complicated expression, your words sank into his head with a sluggish pace he was unfamiliar with.

“What?” He asked, his heart beginning to pound and pine for confirmation.

You gave him the privilege of looking right in your eye as you repeated yourself, as steady as before:

“I’d like for us to try working things out. I’m ready to move on from that and I’d like to do that with you, like you asked me to back in March.”

A lot of Nerve was needed to pull this stunt off. Good thing you were known for it. The old times, so far away, waved to the new ones you’d just told him could exist.  

Eyelids pressing shut to stave the mist that filled them, John’s chin met his chest as his head gave into gravity. His voice had gone AWOL. Maybe you were gonna be in the habit of making his speechless, but he wouldn’t care if you did if it meant what you said was God’s honest truth.

Meanwhile, you were starting to tremble with the effort you’d made to come here in the first place. All the decisions you’d opted for, rehearsals with your therapist and in your head, led you to sit in front of him and say with the integrity of your soul bared that, after months of absence, you were willing to try properly. And you were met with a stoic stern man sniffling.

“Am I too late?” You said quietly.

John sighed, drawing himself back up to show you the smile breaking out on his face, “Never.”

First time in years, your tears were not brewed in agony and his presence hummed in your veins. Reaching for your hands, John’s snapped together with yours like magnets. It wasn’t enough. Almost instantly, you had climbed into his lap and wrapped yourself around him until you could strangle each other with your iron grips. You felt nauseous with relief. John’s nose stuffed into your neck, his entire body bloating as he breathed you in with his burly arms firm against your back.

The smallest gap between you so that he could look you in the eye. His thanks fell from his lips over and over, like water tumbling down a fissure, for giving him another chance. Through his gratitude, he could see in the glass of your eyes how much you’d worked to get to here – to him, for him. Because of damage that he’d caused. The best thing anyone had ever done for him, and he didn’t deserve it. But he would take it in this rough reunion, too overcome to do more than just sink into one another.

Far from the same, from before, from a normal steady relationship that would survive under normal circumstances, especially considering you’d be shipped back out to Urzikstan in three days. But God, you knew you’d made the right choice coming back at this point in time. You’d take every second with him now that you could.

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AN: And that's it! I finally finished writing a fanfiction series. Thank you for reading and engaging with it on here and AO3. I really appreciate everything. Thank you again also to @mockerycrow for the original concept and allowing me to write this inspired piece of writing. Onwards, to the next fanfic!

Tag-list: @mockerycrow and @algor-babe

#john price x reader #john price fanfic #captain john price x reader #captain john price fanfic #john price #captain john price #cod #cod fanfic #cod x reader #cod x you #my writing #series #r: gn

[morallyinept]

A full transcribe of JAVIER PEÑA'S dialogue/lines from the TV show NARCOS.

S3/E1 - THE KINGPIN STRATEGY

Includes full dialogue, and dialogue from any deleted/additional scenes available.

I've created this as a point of reference when writing for Pedro's characters, and I hope you find it useful. Even if you just want to read the dialogue. 🖤

FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO CHARACTERS DIALOGUE

☝🏻Dialogue has been fully transcribed by myself using reference to original scripts (if available), audio subtitles and using my own two ears. Therefore, mistakes can be made, however I have tried to be as fully accurate as I can. If you spot an obvious mistake, please kindly let me know. Where audio is not clear, I have marked with *inaudible* Scenes are separated for ease of reference.

FULL SCRIPT DIALOGUE:

Congratulations, Danny. 

(In Spanish) Congratulations. 

The last time I saw Danny, he was riding a big wheel down the sidewalk. 

Hey, Luis. 

Thanks, Luis. Have a good night. 

Hola, Paco. 

(In Spanish) Everyone in Laredo is at this thing. 

Be right back, Pops. 

Hey, Lorraine. 

I had some time off. 

Actually, I’m… uh… I’m trying to quit. Doing the Nicorette thing. 

Listen, Lorraine… I just wanted to say I’ve thought about things… and I'm real sorry about all of it. 

I know what I did. I was, urm… It was wrong. 

Randy. How are ya?

Yeah, I just… I wanted to say hi. 

__________________

I’m not a hero. 

(In Spanish) Dad, I don’t know. It got ugly. 

It was right here, wasn’t it? The last time we had this conversation. 

Nope. 

Cali. 

__________________

Gracias. 

__________________

(Narration) I’m not a hero. There were some in the hunt for Escobar. A lot, actually. But it’s tough to see them through all the blood. To kill a monster, sometimes you have to get in bed with other monsters. If that surprises you, pick up a history book. It’s what we do. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, until he becomes my enemy again. When that happens, God help them. The day Pablo went down, the Cali Cartel became public enemy number one. And the fact that they helped us bring him down didn’t mean shit. 

(Narration) And that’s exactly what happened. While the whole world was focused on Escobar, Cali’s operations had grown exponentially. Differing from their rival in every possible way. Where Pablo sought the love and protection of the masses of Medellín, these guys rubbed shoulders with Colombia’s elite and called themselves “the Gentlemen of Cali.” And whereas Escobar craved the spotlight, these guys stayed in the shadows, perfecting the game, building complex smuggling and distribution networks through Mexico, Europe and the Far East, without leaving so much as a fingerprint. 

(Narration) Even the people working for them didn’t know it was Cali coke they were moving. It was fucking Cocaine Incorporated. And they ran it like a Fortune 500 company. So, without further ado, meet the management team of the Cali Cartel: Pacho Herrera, head of distribution and security. He led a team of young psychopaths who would do anything he asked. Chepe Santacruz-Londoño. Grew up with the Rodríguez brothers. He was in charge of U.S. operations and responsible for Cali’s crown jewel: New York City. He actually lived there, under an assumed name, of course. 

(Narration) Cartel’s number two was operations chief: Miguel Rodríguez. Miguel watched over all the money coming in, and what bribes they were paying out. And last but not least, cartel CEO, the man with the plan: Gilberto Rodríguez. They called him the Chess Player, because he was always one move ahead. They were the pinnacle of trafficking evolution. Apex drug dealers. And being number two allowed them to quietly grow into the biggest cocaine cartel in history. Except now, that was over. Now that the guy that occupied our attention was gone, they were number one with a fucking bullet. And there was no chess move that would get them out of it. But I was looking forward to seeing them try.  

__________________

Tell me what you do again?

I drive myself. 

Never met him. 

(Narration) Just because we’d been focused on Escobar the past few years, didn’t mean we were completely ignoring the Cali godfathers. 

I want updates on Duffy and Lopez on where we’re at with Cornerstone ASAP. 

I don’t want summaries. Where’s everything else?

(Narration) We had agents on them the whole time. Good agents. And recently, we had gotten lucky. 

You got some kind of medical condition?

(Narration) The latest break in the case against Cali came from a joint Customs-DEA operation called Cornerstone. And it put a lot of mid-level Cali guys behind bars in the States. And while they weren’t eager to help us, you could always count on some poor relative in Colombia, who would do whatever it takes to get their brother or son back home. And if that sounds harsh, that’s because it is. The DEA doesn’t fuck around. 

__________________

Hot. 

Yeah, well, I guess they couldn’t wait to get rid of me. Sir, this operation in Miami, Cornerstone, shook some leads loose. Could be a break on Cali. 

No, but it put an asset in play. Could shed some light on their next move. 

Sir, the uh, the CIA station chief… he and I have history. I’m hoping it won't be an issue moving forward. 

I’m not sure I share your confidence. 

__________________

Stoddard! 

__________________

(In Spanish) Whiskey. Dry.

I’m good. Thanks. 

__________________

You signed off on me coming back to Bogotá.

What the fuck is that supposed to mean? 

Oh, come on. You don't care about American streets or dead Colombians. 

So… what’s the play?

And these fucking guys walk?

So, what the fuck do you need me for?

And that’s enough for you?

__________________

(Narration) Turns out that break from Cornerstone wasn't much of a break. Cali spent a billion dollars a year on payoffs. That’s “billion,” with a B. Which bought eyes and ears everywhere. Anyone visiting Cali was ID’d and background checked before they put their bags down. Walk into a police station, they know about it. Get into a taxi, they know. Make a phone call, forget it. They basically own the fucking phone company. Operators were told to pay close attention to calls that came from places of interest, like, say, the U.S. Embassy in Bogotá. Get a call from them… you got flagged. And from that point on, they were on you. It was like the Soviet Union with nice weather. Even called it the Cali KGB. 

__________________

(Narration) When Pablo Escobar killed you, he wanted everyone to know about it. But the Gentlemen of Cali… they did that differently too. They wrapped your body with chicken wire and dumped you in the Cauca River. When you bloated and your body expanded, the wire cut you into little pieces… for fish food. Not very “gentlemanly,” but it did the trick. And that’s all they wanted. You and whatever your beef with them was… vanished. Forever. No body, no crime. No murder statistics, no problem. I suppose that’s for the best. It makes it easier to look the other way. To let them fucking slide. To pretend that these guys weren’t just as evil as the guy that came before them. And to a country that had seen enough of the drug war… maybe that worked for Colombia. It certainly worked for the Cali Godfathers. Because God forbid anyone thinks they’re the bad guys. 

__________________

FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO CHARACTERS DIALOGUE

#pedro pascal #javier peña #javier pena #pedro pascal characters #javier pena narcos #javier pena dialogue #pedro pascal character dialogue

[valencebagelbandit]

every god needs an imp chapter 2!

notes: I'm so hyped for this fic!

summary: homelander hunts down his new pet magician.

Six later days Homelander was walking out of an investors meeting that he didn't understand a word of when he spotted Ashley meekly trying to get his attention by following him half tripping over the slightly to high heels she was wearing clipboard in hand. "Homelander! Homelander, hi." Ashley smiled at him as she stood next to him finally.

"yes?" he sighed, drained from talk of quarterly spending and debates about whether or not the vought for women TV channel was worth it anymore.

"So, the final member of the seven!" her smile dropped corners of her mouth nervously twitching. "she's not answering our calls, texts or emails..."

Homelander stared at her lips, parted slightly in a combination of apathy and annoyance he couldn't quite process at the moment. "seriously? you can't get this D list snooki knock off to answer an email? good job Ashley Christ it's like you're somehow trying to make my life hell." he slipped his hands over his face and through his hair before clenching them exhaling dramatically through his nose between glaring at an intern who nearly ran into him.

"you know what, fuck it. I don't need to do a commercial for the Homelander edition sneakers I'm taking care of this myself the seven is my team and clearly everyone here is fucking incompetent." he turned away from Ashley before she could reply storming straight into the elevator.

The MGM Grand was, well, grand. Homelander landed in the parking lot, paying not a single lick of attention to the people who stared at him as he walked through the hollow chest of the lion. It reminded him of the sphinx, a monument to hedonism and a display of wealth but an omen of doom for marriages and wallets. One day, one day soon, they would build things like this to him paragons to the god that is homelander.

walking into the lobby he payed no mind to the marble floors and decor he didn't care he'd seen more impressive things at vought land, instead he made a beeline to the casino area figuring it was before sunset his little magician was probably out entertaining drunk floridians who thought that Vegas was the pinnacle of entertainment. The gaudy carpet made him dizzy instantly, bright lights, endless sounds of mud people chattering, music playing, and the reek of alcohol was overloading his super senses in seconds. It felt like he was 16 in a crowd of investors that poked and prodded at him laughing hot disgusting whiskey breath into his face as tears welled in his eyes. but now he was 41 and couldn't take off miles away he had to face it, he's a god it should be easy. should be.

He wandered through the maze of beeping machines and the drunken heathens who banged away at them hoping for their money back for what felt like years before finally reaching the bar. sitting down for a second he spotted a small crowd surrounding a small stage where he could see faint glows of purple spill out highlighting the edges of the onlookers turning them all into silhouettes. His feet moved automatically to the area peering over the heads of tipsy men who cheered at the figure standing in front of a table doing complex card tricks even he couldn't keep up with.

Eyes flicked from soft hands to the magician, Eccentrica, as she stood up to her full height. It was like a spotlight snapped on revealing eccentrica magica in all her glory. covered complex spirals of purple metal that matched her glowing irises hugging her body so tight that her silhouette looked naked. The armor mimicked a suit with coat tails and a collar like a blazer that opened up to her chest in a V to her cleavage. That manic smile was wide and sharp framed by red heart shaped lips, round face framed by a cloud of curly brown hair, the top of her head covered by a top hat that matched the armor. her skin was pale, soft despite being bulletproof only further display that she was the cream of the crop even if the crop she came from was Walmart brand. Despite this homelander was amused by her, she was good at her job he observed as she took tips from one far too drunk man slipping her a 100$ in twenties that she didn't care to correct him on. plus, she was nice to look at; thick thighs, his height, not too fat but still plump giving something to really grab, and on top off all of that big boobs which was a deal sealer for him.

“hmm.” she was looking down as she approached him standing in front of him inches away hands on hips, she clicked her high heels together so she was standing perfectly straight. “Vought really wants me back so badly that they sent their top show dog eh?” tilting her head up she looked up at him from just under the brim of her top hat glowing eyes piercing into his soul making his bones feel cold.

“I'm not a show dog, I'm running the show. I'm here because we're giving you the opportunity to join the seven. We would very much appreciate your help, you have a strong fanbase and your talented you've convinced me that your worthy of joining the seven.” homelander tucked his arms behind him neatly speaking slowly and confidently, eyes still locked with Eccentrica’s.

Eccentrica let out a curt chirp of a laugh as she took her top hat off shaking her hair a bit, “that's what you think, you're a show dog that's why you're so darn pretty. Also why on earth would I become a hero?” she cocked her head, the glow in her eyes dimming the longer she went without using her powers. She was like some kind of bunny, the kind you pull out of a hat: unexpected, fluffy, and dramatic.

Homelander didn't respond to her instant compliments, that's one thing he had to give her; she was charismatic. “Don't you want to serve your country? Plus the pay is good, you get your own penthouse, and… well the best part you get to be even more famous, fame far beyond your little notion of daytime TV fame.” Giving her a good ol 'corporate smile he offered her his left hand. “Come on eccentrica, what have you got to lose?”

She stared at him, eyes flicking between his hand and face for a moment. “My dignity. I may be famous for kissing women and doing cocaine on live TV but I'm not insane.” She walked past him, she walked straight past him not even bothering to move all the way past him, her left arm hitting his. Then she sat at the bar and ordered a cherry Pepsi.

Who the fuck did she think she was?

thank you for reading <3

#homelander #the boys #homelander x reader #billy butcher #self insert oc #homelander x oc #the boys series #first fanfic

[thebroccolination]

Do you know the one thing I LOVE the most about Win and Team?

The way Win looks at him like he’s the only thing on the planet that matters, the moment he heard him talk in episode 1 he was obsessed… and Team being the cutie pie he is doesn’t even notice 😭 obviously I love a lot more about them but to me that’s just the sweetest and most precious 🥹

Can you IMAGINE being one of Win’s peers who pined after him for all three years he’s been at that school?

Win Phawin! Smart, hot, athletic rich boy who tutors people for free! The pinnacle of green flag behavior! All of his exes broke up with him and then said it was because he was too good for them!

Obviously he’s not perfect, but none of them probably know that??? On paper he’s a miracle!!! Who could possibly end up with HIM?

And then,

some upstart brat first year threatens Win with a fork and forever after:

Every single kid with a crush in Win’s year was five seconds from torching the building to the ground over Team and he’ll never know.

#unless someone wants to write it #i kind of do #okay maybe i’ll do it #twist my arm #kiranokira answers #winteam #between us the series

[pedritapascal]

A good Agent, or a Good Fucker... to me

Chapter One - The Rookie

Pedro Pascal's character - Dave York - [DY] The Protector 2 / Equalizer 2

Dave York x Female Reader

Word Count: 3.6K

WARNINGS: {+18} Sex Language; Fingers; Masturbation; dildo

A good Agent, or a Good Fucker... to me

There I was, standing in front of that mirrored US National Intelligence building, finally reaching the pinnacle of my career.

After years of serving in the army and countless tests, which I passed with honors and merit, this was where I had always wanted to be. At the height of my 30s, my dreams began to come true.

My first DAY… I was extremely proud of myself, until the day really began…

Right from the start I was quickly introduced by Lieutenant Jones to the whole team and sat in my seat awaiting the orders of the day…

"York, how is the case of trafficking in women that you're investigating? - The Lieutenant asked"

"I've got new informants Sir, I'll take their statements today and try to link them to Richard Bailey…"

"Good, take the Rookie with you, pointing with the sheets in his hand in my direction"

"But sir…"

York couldn't even finish his sentence because Lieutenant Jones had already turned his back on him and left the room… I felt his look of disgust fall on me, but I got up and went towards him

"Hey, I'm…"

"Look, Rookie, I don't have much patience for teaching anyone how the job is done, do you have any street experience?"

"So...none…"

Again he interrupted me

"I'll have to see what I can do with you, because I don't work as a nanny."

I could feel the anger coursing through me, making me shake with hatred, but I wouldn't give him that, I wasn't the first in the class for him to talk to me like that…

York headed out of the room, stopping at the door where he asked me…

" Are you just going to stand there?"

I took a deep breath and followed him down the corridors

As he walked to our living room, I felt like his private secretary, especially when he pointed to the kitchen and said

" When we need coffee, this is where you get it"

" With an extra dose of spit…sir - I whispered very quietly"

" What did you say, Rookie? - York looked at me, his ears trained, it was obvious that he had heard me, but I played dumb"

" Coffee, right? Nice "

We walked to our living room, where he pointed me to my desk

"Rookie, here - throwing a pile of folders and files on my desk - The case is simple, human trafficking, women, sexual slavery, sold to extremely rich men, Richard Bailey - pointing to a photo in the file - Main suspect, in my opinion guilty, but without the necessary evidence, we can only call him a suspect…"

Going to the evidence board

" This is where the whole mafia organization scheme is distributed, how they get there, who they are, the oranges, those who lend their names… I've got two informants today after lunch. As you won't be in the know yet, I'll go alone, maybe next time… "

Again, that look of disdain that was already making me sick… I started leafing through the folders while York looked at me from his desk…

" I don't think just looking is going to help you, Rookie…"

" Eidetic memory, you've heard of it - just raising my eyebrows without taking my eyes off the files"

" Wow, don't tell me you have a photographic memory…

" EIDETIC - I said more firmly, raising my eyes towards him - no wonder I always came first in everything…"

York just snorted as he pulled his phone out of his pocket, which was ringing…

"York… ok, I can't talk about this now… because it's neither the time nor the place - lowering his voice - Carol, we'll talk at home…"

I hung up the phone and put it on the table…

"My wife… ex-wife in fact…"

"I don't care - I replied harshly"

"I'll be in Carter's office if you need me."

"I won't - without taking my eyes off the file"

I felt his presence clear the room and I felt a huge relief, my breathing was light and I could finally concentrate on the files in front of me.

…

It was after one o'clock when I felt my stomach growl, I hadn't even seen the time go by because I was so focused. I grabbed one of the last remaining file folders and headed for the cafeteria.

As I sipped my juice and ate my P&J sandwich, I was about to pass the section on possible informants, when I felt someone approach me…

-Hi, you're Rookie, right? Nice to meet you, I'm Maggs - stretching out my hand

"ÉEER, hi Maggs - wiping my hand on my pants and stretching it out."

"These are agents Sugg and Cole - pointing to the men next to her"

So there are nice and polite people in the agency, who knew?

"Hey, is it true they put you with York? - Sugg asked, sitting down at the table"

I just nodded, I didn't want to talk, I wanted to show that son of a bitch that he wasn't going to talk to me like that.

"And how's it going? - Maggs asked"

"Normal - I replied, not wanting to talk too much"

"Hey guys, let's let her work, first day, she's probably trying to show off…"

I just smiled

"Rookie… be careful, ok? - Maggs smiled as they left the table.

Careful… with what?

I dismissed the thought and went back to my office. York was already there, without his suit, just his button-down shirt and dress pants, hands on his waist as he looked at his painting and muttered

"That's not right…"

He didn't even see me come in, he only heard when I threw the folder on the table

"Is there a problem, York?"

"Not that you're going to understand now, but the line of informants doesn't match up with the line of suspects here on the board"

I just walked over and swapped two photos and names on the board

"You've swapped the informant for the suspect, in the folders they're right, but on the board you've reversed the information"

York remained silent for a few seconds… arms crossed, looking seriously at the board…

"Very good work… you know… for a…"

"Rookie? - I asked"

"A woman…"

At that moment I thought the vein in my forehead was going to burst with rage, if I wasn't going to be thrown out of there for assault I really would have punched him.

He laughed

"Relax Rookie, just kidding, don't be so tense…"

"What time are we leaving to interrogate the informants?"

"Now - looking at his watch - but as I said before, I'm going alone - grabbing his suit and leaving the room…"

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The days were always tense working with Dave, yes, that was his first name, he told me that York was what they called his father, so he preferred me to call him Dave.

A week had passed and the case hadn't moved on, the two informants hadn't turned up and we discovered that one of them had been found dead, which made the case even more difficult.

What was also weighing on the air were the constant personal calls that Dave made a point of answering and then hanging up saying he couldn't talk at the moment, so why the hell was he answering?

Constant little arguments with Carol, yes, I already knew his wife's name, or as he put it… ex-wife.

However, once again, I didn't care, I overheard him talking to Lieutenant Jones about an undercover stakeout the following night, and once again, he made no point of mentioning my name or whether I would be accompanying him on the mission, and once again, I shuddered with hatred, the right thing to do was to talk to Lieutenant Jones, but I didn't want to sound like the spoiled little girl who complains to her father when she doesn't get what she wants.

To distract myself, I decided to go to the gym to train a little, this last week had been very tense, not just because of the case, but because of him, that son of a bitch… just remembering his existence made me angry.

I put on my training clothes and went down to the gym where I started punching the sandbag, and obviously, I imagined Dave's face there…

I hit it with such anger that I felt the sandbag crack with each blow, and the next thing I knew, everyone around me was staring at me and whispering about it, I wiped the sweat from my face, throwing my hair back.

"What, you've never seen a woman who's good at punching?"

Sugg laughed and said loudly in the gym…

Sugg laughed and said loudly in the gym…

"A HUNDRED DOLLARS TO WHOEVER KNOCKS DOWN THE ROOKIE!"

I just laughed

"You can line up there…"

One thing they didn't know about me was that I had served in Iraq and Syria, but my specialty was ground combat and enemy disarmament.

The first was Agent Cole who didn't last 10 seconds, usually agents who think they're too big fall too quickly, then Agent Brown who was a bit of a handful, but usually those who are too big tend to be slow, falling too…

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In the corridors of the agency, Dave was passing by on his way to the cafeteria when he heard someone say

"She's kicking everyone's ass, Sugg's going to have to give her the hundred dollars…"

"Who's kicking whose ass? - Dave asked"

"The Rookie, Sugg offered a little prize to whoever knocked her down, but six of them were on the mats by the time I got out of there…"

"It's not possible - Dave smiled in the corner"

"Nobody else? - Looking around - It's Suggs, you'll have to pay me."

"I'm missing Rookie - Dave has just arrived at the gym."

I'd never seen him like that, cotton shorts like sweatshirts, a tank top, his bare arms, sneakers on his feet, I confess that if I didn't hate him so much at that point, he'd be great for one night only…

I was paralyzed watching him like that…

"What's the matter, Rookie, are you scared?"

I went back to the mat without saying a word

"Let's do it"

We started at a distance, just trying to get that grip, I wanted him on the ground, and I wasn't going to miss the opportunity to step on him that day.

I managed to grab him in an armbar, making him bend over. It didn't take three seconds for him to grab me between the legs and throw me down on the mat, I felt the pain when I hit my back.

"Yeah, it's going to be pretty easy, Rookie," he said, bending down towards me."

I wrapped both my legs around his neck at the level of my calves and managed to throw him to the mat too, now I had him where I wanted him, on the floor.

Dave, very skilled in combat too, put pressure on the inside of my thighs, making me let go of his neck. He tried to grab one of my arms from behind, but I managed to turn him around, throwing him to the floor with my chest, pinning one of his arms back and getting close to his ear.

"What are you punishing me for? Just because you're frustrated, Dave? Huh?"

"I'm not…"

He turned his body on top of mine, trapping my legs with his weight

"And who told you I was frustrated?"

Dave turned me over and caught me by the neck with his right arm, putting us on our feet. I lost my advantage and even though I tried, I didn't have the strength to take him down again.

With a simple one-armed move, Dave managed to knock me to the mat once again, this time with more force.

While I was on the ground searching for the air that the impact had knocked out of me, Dave lowered himself towards me…

"You really have a lot to learn Rookie - turning around - Hey Suggs, you can pay me here…"

The adrenaline hadn't left my body, let alone the anger, I lay down the way I was, and with the short distance I managed to bandage Dave, who fell flat on his chest on the mat, I shouted and jumped on his back, he turned quickly to try to get away from me, but I caught him around the waist with my legs.

In a matter of seconds, I was sitting on Dave's lap, with my legs wrapped around his waist, I felt my groin rubbing against his, my body got hotter as I felt something there rubbing against my parts, and from the look on Dave's face, he felt that I felt it, it was a matter of seconds, but I wasn't going to let myself get carried away, I wrapped his arm around my own neck so that the air couldn't get in, Dave tried to struggle to get out, but I held him even tighter with the weight of my waist. I pressed my groin into his, my legs bent backwards.

"Hit the fucking mat Dave"

"No - Dave said between his teeth, almost out of breath."

"FUCKING HIT IT - I screamed."

That's when he used his other hand to hit the mat and surrender, I stopped for a moment to breathe while the other agents celebrated, not realizing that I was still sitting there, on his lap, with my legs hugging his waist

"Hey Rookie"

"What?"

"Are you comfortable there? - he asked, smiling"

I stood up suddenly, a little embarrassed but satisfied, took the money from Suggs and disappeared like a bolt of lightning.

I went into my living room just to get my things, I even wanted to take my shower at home so I wouldn't have to see Dave and wonder if that had really been an erection, and if so, why wasn't I angry?

Leaving the room I bumped into Dave

"Oh Rookie, tomorrow you're bringing some costumes for the night watch, you're going with me…"

FUCK - I thought - FINALLY, if I'd known I could just kick his ass, I would have done it on the first day…

"Okay, good night, Dave"

I left without looking back, but I felt Dave's eyes following me…

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At home, showered, already in bed, watching something on TV, which I wasn't even paying attention to really, for some reason, I was horny, and looking at my vibrator on the bedside table was making me even hornier… And why not… one more night with my best friend…

I didn't even need to lubricate it, for some reason I didn't understand I was wet, so it was easy to start, as it slid in, I moaned low, its tip doing its job on my clit…

I thought of Dave's erection that afternoon…

"Yes, like this," I moaned lowly, my other hand squeezing my breast…

"Yes, come on Dave, yes, like this, this is how I want you to fuck me…" Reaching my climax, my body still trembling…

Wait… I said… Dave????

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The day dawned, and that confused feeling dawned on me, what do you mean I called his name? I've spent so much of my life studying and serving my country that I've hardly had any relationships, and the last two years have been no different, a guy here or there when I had time to have fun, but it's been six months since I had anyone, I just concentrated on getting where I was going. Maybe that's why? I thought confusedly. I let go of this thought as I showered for another day at work, and this one would be great because I'd finally get to do some work outside the office!

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The day went smoothly, anxiety burning in my chest at the thought of this night's stakeout, if it went well, we'd be able to arrest Arjona, one of the heads of the women's trafficking operation.

It was just after ten o'clock when we pulled the car over in the street near the restaurant where Arjona was staying.

We were still sitting in the car, in plain clothes and concentrating on the movement inside the restaurant.

"Since you have no street experience… - Dave began"

"And who told you I didn't? I served in Syria, Dave, I was in the FBI for two years when I came back…"

"Wow - he looked surprised, I had no idea"

"If you'd shut up a bit and listened to the people who are helping you solve the case, maybe, and I say this with absolute certainty, we'd have caught that informant you let die…"

Dave, biting the corner of his mouth as he looked at me in surprise, raised his eyebrows

"So the Rookie doesn't need any instruction - picking up his phone that was ringing in his pocket"

"Carol, I'm on a mission, not now…"

She hung up and threw the phone into the compartment next to the car's gearshift.

"Sorry about that…"

"Nothing different from the last few weeks - I said, looking straight ahead and raising my eyebrows."

"What do you mean, Rookie?"

"Dave, I don't get involved and I really don't care, I'm just curious… If you're always going to hang up, if you're never going to answer…WHY DO YOU ANSWER?"

"You right, this is not your businnes - Dave replied harshly, looking back at the restaurant"

I shrugged, rolling my eyes

"Because I feel like I still owe her something…"

"What?"

"Because I feel I owe her something…"

"I understood that, but… forget it, it's not in my interest"

"We've been together since college, and over the last few years I've made some wrong decisions that have affected not only my work, but also my marriage… she didn't trust me anymore and I honestly got tired of trying to prove otherwise… and…"

At that moment we noticed one of Arjona's security guards coming towards the car, he was probably watching us too.

"Be normally and follow the thread…"

"Fuck, Dave, you're not my first lookout. You've got…"

I didn't finish the sentence… I was startled when Dave's lips clamped down on mine and one of his hands grabbed me by the back of the neck, but with my eyes still open, I tried to understand what was going on, and that's when I saw Arjona's security guard coming closer and I understood what was happening… I closed my eyes and held Dave's face with both hands as I felt his tongue force its way into my mouth… and I just… let it…

His warm, slow tongue touching mine as I felt his hand on the back of my neck squeeze a little harder, his breath warm and his breathing getting louder, with my hands on his face I pulled him closer to me, while I played with my tongue in his mouth and felt him smile a little…

knoke,knoke

The knock on the car window, which had stopped us in our tracks, was still a little dull when Dave turned around to lower the window.

"Oh, no"

"That street is closed. May I ask what you're doing standing here?"

"Oh, closed? I didn't see, we just stopped here, you know… to talk - Dave smiles, putting his hand on the steering wheel."

"Interesting sir… your wedding ring, did she lose hers? - Pointing in my direction"

HE WAS STILL WEARING HIS FUCKING WEDDING RING!

Dave looks at his hand with the wedding ring

"Ow buddy, do I really have to explain?"

"No - the security guard takes a deep breath - Just get out of here or my boss will eat my ass."

"Of course - Dave says, reaching for the keys in the ignition."

"DAVE" - I shouted, pointing to the restaurant as Arjona left.

Dave immediately opened the door with all his might, hitting Arjona's security guard in the face, who fell backwards onto the floor. Dave turned him around and handcuffed his hands while I went towards the restaurant. Arjona saw me coming and put his hand in the holster where my gun was and started running in the opposite direction.

Dave left the security guard on the ground and ran towards where I was standing, signaling me to go to the right of the street while he ran the other way.

Arjona ran to the other block where he had already left a car waiting for him and even though we ran, we couldn't get there in time and so we missed the opportunity to arrest him

"FUCK - Dave shouted as he rested his hands on his knees, gasping for breath."

"Dave? - I'm still running"

"Rookie, you had to run in the direction I told you to, damn it - yelling at me in the middle of the street."

FUCK

"Maybe what you lack is youth Dave, you're dying without air, that's why you lost Arjona!!!"

"Son of a bitch - Dave gasped"

I laughed

"I'm going to the car to wait for you, I'll give you half an hour's head start"

I was disgusted that all this had happened on my first street mission for the CIA, I couldn't believe we'd lost Arjona, even if his security guard had already been put in the police car, it would have had to have been Arjona, I was pissed about it, but of course at that moment I had to think about what had happened, that kiss…

I'd never imagined that Dave had such a soft mouth, or that he was such a good kisser. Just remembering it, I felt a shiver run down my back and a rush of excitement run up my legs.

"Ow Rookie… come on"

"Let's go - I got into the car and didn't want to think about anything else but my house, what a stressful night."

"To your house?"

"What? - I asked frightened"

"Are you going home, Rookie?"

"Oh yes, I am, thank you, my apartment is on…"

"I know where it is - Dave smiled as he started the car."

"What do you mean?"

"I did a bit of research into who my partner would be, nothing much…"

"You found out where I live, but you weren't interested in finding out if I had any street experience… interesting…"

"Priorities…"

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It wasn't a long journey, but it felt like hours in that car, something about being with him was extremely attractive, sexual, but a tension you could cut with a knife, and a feeling that something was wrong… total silence until we reached the door of my building.

I opened the door and went downstairs

"Good evening Dave…"

"Rookie, wait"

I got back into the car

"I'm sorry about, you know… the kiss, it was the first thing I…"

"Oh no no, it's okay, I understand, it was the situation…"

"Yes, I'm glad you understood"

"Again, good night, Dave - I got out of the car and slammed the door"

"Hey Rookie"

I looked back

"Next time I promise I won't wear a wedding ring… - Dave said smiling as he started the car."

What do you mean next time????

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Chapter Two - Cutting The Loose Ends

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Oh? What's this? A Title, cover and synopsis drop ? GOD I'M SPOILING Y'ALL TODAY, GET RICH OF THIS SHIZ.

btw forgot to mention this is a fem reader insert , sorry I forgot to mention.

anyways, I present to you :

ETHEREAL - Optimus Prime X reader story.

(I am going to spell and grammar check I'm winging this RN because I am a lil busy)

"To the rest of mankind, I just represent something from the past that they like to think is a whole other world away from themselves than it truly is."- Y/N

Humans. A naturally prideful species that believes its current and future achievements are a shining pinnacle of its capabilities. A race that when it looks at its ancient ancestors and their beliefs lifts their nose up and laughs.

Oh If only they knew that the stories of the past were true.

Tales of ancient one eyed giants, monsters that could devour the world and plunge it into darkness, a plethora of gods and goddesses and even magic.

Roaming around Earth on a quest to make sure that the monsters of the 'past' have as little interference on the everyday lives of humans as possible, Y/N and her team, are dispatched by the Greek Pantheon to deal with an outbreak of Monsters. After arriving in Jasper Nevada and managing to track one of the beasts into the desert, Y/N and her friends think this may end up being an easy job....but nothing truly ever goes to plan when you throw a giant robot war, attention seeking Gods, feelings, and a certain blue and red mech into the mix.

MORE INFO/ANNOUNCEMENTS/ WHATEVER YOU WANNA REFER TO THEM AS BECAUSE IDEK ANYMORE

1- I decided to Change to primeverse because I came to realize the idea / plot I have and the characters I've created are just a tad bit too dark for the animated universe. Although I ain't giving up on my animated fic. Just gonna change the plot to make it lighter and so it's not the same story.

2- I sincerely apologize for not staying that this'll be a fem "human" reader insert, it completely slipped my mind.

3- This ain't no Percy Jackson reader/OC , this is an original idea I've been building up. Gotta create a bit of drama people, robots ain't the only plot line here.

4- I'm alright writing something a bit saucy and implied but no smut will be written by my hands .

FIRST CHAPTER WILL BE UP LATER. I LOVE YOU BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE I'M GONNA HAVE A NAP BYE, PLEASE FEEL COMMENT AND ANSWER THE POLE 💕

#optimus x reader #tfa optimus prime #transformers prime #tfp #tfp optimus x reader #transformers #tfp arcee #tfp ratchet #tfp bumblebee #tfp bulkhead #fanfic #greek travesty #we love the big man #optimus prime x you

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Tenipuri Complete Character Profile - Ryoma Echizen

[PROFILE]

Birthday: December 24th (Capricorn)

Blood Type: O

Birthplace: Los Angeles

Relatives: Father (Nanjirou Echizen), Mother (Rinko Echizen), Cousin (Nanako Meino), Cat (Karupin)

Father’s Occupation: Temple Priest (local)

Elementary School: Los Angeles Saint Youth Elementary School

Middle School: Seishun Academy Junior High School

Grade & Class: First Year | Class 1-2 | Seat 3

Club: Tennis Club - Regular

Committee: Library Committee

Strong Subjects: English, Chemistry

Weak Subjects: Science Experiments, Japanese

Frequently Visited Spot at School: Under the big tree behind the school building

World Cup Team: U-17 World Cup USA Representatives ➜ U-17 World Cup Japanese Representatives

Favorite Motto: “All or Nothing.”

Daily Routines: Playing with Karupin

Hobbies: Bathing with bath salts from Japan’s famous hot springs ➜ Clearing games he’s borrowed, watching cat videos [23.5]

Favorite Color: Silver

Favorite Music: J-Pop

Favorite Movie: Any kind of Hollywood film

Favorite Book: Monthly Pro Tennis ➜ TENNIS LIFE (an American tennis magazine) [23.5]

Favorite Food: Grilled fish (with little bones), chawanmushi, local confections [23.5], shrimp senbei (plum and kimchi flavor) [removed]

Favorite Anniversary: Any day he can play tennis

Preferred Type: A girl that looks good with a ponytail

Ideal Date Spot: Santa Montica Third Street Promenade ➜ Santa Monica Pier Pacific Park [23.5]

His Gift for a Special Person: “Just tell me what you want.”

Where He Wants to Travel: A snow-view hot spring

Thing He Wants Most Right Now: Nintendo DS ➜ Nintendo 3DS [10.5 II] ➜ A smart watch [23.5]

Dislikes: Waking up early, cleaning the temple floors [removed], paparazzi [23.5]

Skills Outside of Tennis: Animals take a liking to him for some reason, can cleanly peel fruit [23.5], horse-back riding(?) [TP]

Spends Allowance On: Fanta/Ponta

Routine During the World Cup: Soaking in an open-air bath

[DATA]

Height: 151cm ➜ 152.5cm [23.5]

Weight: 50kg ➜ 47kg [23.5]

Shoe Size: 24cm

Dominant Arm: Left

Vision: 1.5 Left & Right

Play Style: All-Rounder

Signature Moves: Twist Serve, Drive A, Drive B, Drive C, Drive D, Cool Drive, Selfless State, Pinnacle of Perfection, Samurai Drive, Hope [23.5]

Time He Wakes Up: 6:30am

Time He Goes to Sleep: 11:00pm

Number of Times Foreigners Come to Visit Him: 7.8 times a month

Favorite Brands:

Hats: FILA

Clothing: FILA

Racquet: BRIDGESTONE (DYNABEAM GRANDEA)

Shoes: FILA (Mark Philippoussis Mid)

Fitness Test Results:

Side Steps: 71

Shuttle Run: 119

Back Strength: 102kg

Grip Strength: 42.3kg (left)

Backbend: 59.5cm

Seated Forward Bend: 39cm

50m Run: 6.1 seconds

Standing Long Jump: 237cm

Handball Throw: 28m

Endurance Run (1500m): 4:46

Overall Rating: Speed: 4 / Power: 3 / Stamina: 4 / Mental: 5 / Technique: 5 / Total: 21

Kurobe Memo: “Even though many areas already have a high degree of perfection, I suspect it’s highly likely he’ll continue to grow and improve. I would like to see him work on building his body without sacrificing balance.” [RB]

[POSSESSIONS]

What’s in His Bedroom [10.5]:

Trophies from past competitions // They’re randomly placed since he doesn’t really care for them

Alarm clock on his bed // The alarm doesn’t necessarily wake him up…

TV and game consoles // He has several types of game consoles but keeps the one he uses the most (Nintendo 64) connected to the TV

Closet // Where his school uniforms are stored. His mother will put them away if they’re left out

His pajamas he’s left out // He’s always in a rush when he gets ready for school

Karupin’s favorite cat toy // A cat tail toy

What’s in His Bag [10.5]:

A beginner’s guide to doubles // He bought it after playing doubles with Momoshiro. He forgot it was in there

Notebook // His math notebook he forgot to take out

Photos of Karupin // He insists that he didn’t put them in there

Notepad // He’s written down emergency phone numbers since he’s always late

Pen case

Game Boy Advance // Bought for him as a starting school gift, he plays it during his free time

Senbei // He drinks Fanta/Ponta when eating senbei

What’s in His Locker at the U-17 Training Camp [10.5 II]

Game console // A PSP. He’s absorbed in video games when he’s not playing tennis and has recently been playing a tennis game

Photo of Karupin // It’s one of his favorites

Fanta/Ponta // Grape flavor

Senbei // Having Fanta and senbei together is a must

[TRIVIA]

The Prince of Tennis 10.5 Fanbook | Publication Date: 11/02/2001

Although he’s lived in the US, he still prefers Japanese food and isn’t fond of Western food

People tend to be aggravated by him due to his abrasive personality, but he means no ill-intent by it

He gained his arrogant and abrasive personality from growing up in the US

He will speak his mind regardless of how it sounds as he believes it’s a way of being kind

His first name is written in katakana rather than kanji. It’s alluded that it may be due to his mother being another nationality besides Japanese

Konomi had Ryoma wear a hat since he thought it was cool, and wanted people to associate his FILA hat with him

He is called “Shorty” by Kikumaru but does not mind it since he says height doesn’t matter in tennis

He likes grape-flavored Fanta/Ponta

He keeps everything he needs for school in his tennis bag, hence why he gets confused when some items are still in it

His personality is described as pessimistic, but shy and gentle and is always striving for improvement

Konomi originally did not intend for him to be the protagonist. The role was originally going to be given to Kintarou, with Ryoma being his rival. He initially thought Ryoma would be difficult to portray as a protagonist, be better as a sub character and that making him the protagonist would dampen the mood of the series. He eventually decided on Ryoma and built the other characters around him

Konomi describes him as a “bad guy”, and that him defeating people who are even worse is a focal point of the series

The Prince of Tennis 20.5 Fanbook | Publication Date: 12/04/2003

He will easily get engaged in a single subject and then excel in that area

When he concentrates, he will become so absorbed in what he’s doing that he will not pay attention to his surroundings

He’s described to be suited for professions that require special skills, such as a pilot or astronaut

He is very susceptible to change and has an insatiable desire to become stronger

One of his favorite subjects is chemistry since the science behind the substances changing, combining and gaining different properties reminds him of tennis

He doesn’t remember when he started playing tennis, and states he thinks he’s been playing it since he was born

His secondary sport would be soccer

The Prince of Tennis 40.5 Fanbook | Publication Date: 12/04/2007

He’s described to be sociable and lively, but doesn’t get too involved in his personal relationships and tends to be reserved

His friends and schoolmates often visited his house when he lived in the US

He did not know what “Old Maid” was until he played it at the joint training camp with Rokkaku

In Genius 305, when he had won his match against Atobe and everyone huddled around him, someone had quietly handed him the shaver, but it’s a mystery on who it was

He considers Kintarou to be quite strong, and wouldn’t mind having an official match with him someday

He is the character Konomi states he has the least in common with, the second being Tezuka

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A/N: inspired by one of my favorite movies, before sunrise. Highly recommend playing the song i linked during a certain section of the fic ;) once again, it’s been so nice writing again i’ve now just started to realize how much i’ve missed it. hoping inspiration continues to strike. hope you enjoy!

Here with you I'm home at last (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

Night had fallen in Viena, and you found yourself pressed against the hotel room window, watching the city from above. As you take in a deep breath and exhale, you notice the glass begin to fog and it brings a smile to your lips. Just like when you were younger, your fingers trace a heart on the glass and for a second it feels like you’re back home. This was all, of course, an effort to distract your mind from the thoughts of tomorrow’s game. Every possible pass, tackle, and goal kept racing through your mind making it impossible for you to fall asleep. It’s a feeling you don’t usually get before a game but then again, this was no ordinary game— it was the Champions League final.

Reaching a Champions League final was an incredible achievement. For many players just advancing to the final would be considered the pinnacle of their career, but you refused to succumb to that mentality— especially as a Barcelona player. It wasn’t enough to reach three consecutive finals. They each had to be won. This was the unspoken demand in the dressing room.

Once again you realize your thoughts have drifted to the game and a sigh escapes from your lips. How does anyone sleep the night before? You ask yourself, fully beginning to accept the cruel reality of your anxiety keeping you company tonight.

ding! ding!

Interrupting your thoughts, your phone comes to life with a notification of a new message and you’re grateful to whoever was reaching out. You definitely needed a distraction. You bring the screen to your view and your heart comes alive. The message is from Alexia. 

Alexia: no puedo dormir Alexia: i want to see you..

The words on the screen have an effect on you that no poet, artist, or singer could ever truly capture. It’s affection in its purest form. It’s two souls longing for each other on nights when nothing else can bring comfort. It’s love. 

Y/N: meet me in the lobby Y/N: let’s explore vienna 

You send the messages fully aware of the consequences. Two of the star players of the team walking the streets of an unknown city the night before the most important match of the season? Not great, but you knew deep down it was what you both needed. 

Alexia: i like that idea

And just like that you’re changing out of your pajamas and getting ready to explore Vienna and all the possibilities written in the stars that night. ______________________________ You find yourself in the lobby of the hotel with a new feeling in the pit of your stomach. Desire. It was a familiar feeling and one that only Alexia could ignite in you. A desire to fall asleep in her arms and wake up enveloped in them, to kiss her lips and finally feel what it's like to be loved by her.

A desire is all that it is, however, as you and Alexia have yet to cross the line keeping you two apart. The two of you were in an agreement. You were going to wait for the season to be over before you truly explored what was building between the two of you. At first it wasn’t so hard to keep your hands off each other, but when a volcano wants to erupt there’s nothing one can do to stop it.

“Hola, hermosa.” It’s a voice you could pick out in a room of a hundred people. It’s the only voice that can make the hair on the back of your neck stand up and bring you peace when you need it the most. 

You open your arms and Alexia finds home in them. She nestles her face in your neck and breathes in your familiar scent, “I needed this,” she says, and all you can do is hold her closer. There were times you wondered if Alexia’s feelings for you were just as intense as the ones you had for her and moments like this gave you the reassurance you needed. 

“Come on, let’s see what the city has to offer,” with her arm wrapped around yours, the two of you step out of the lobby and into the cool, Vienna air. You had no idea where to go or what to do, but together there was nothing you couldn’t handle. ______________________________

As the two of you walk aimlessly through the streets of Vienna, thoughts of the final are no longer racing through your mind. All you can do is focus on the feeling of Alexia pressed up against you, the sound of her laughter, and the way her hair moved in the wind. The perfect distraction.

“Do you remember when you first fell in love?” you ask innocently, a question one can only ask on a night like this.

“Hm, it was so long ago..” Alexia starts to say as her fingers play with your hand, tracing the lines of your palm as you walk together. “A 15 year old is not meant to know what love is, but I think that’s what I felt. We were so young and innocent, but it was real, and it meant something. She was my last thought before falling to sleep and my first thought in the morning.” 

You listen intently, loving the way the words fell from her lips and the meaning they carried. You kiss her temple, encouraging her to continue. 

“A year later she moved to America and that’s how our story ended. I was devasted, not only because she moved but because she didn’t even try to keep in touch like..” she paused, taking in a deep breath of the night air, “like we meant nothing.” 

You gave her hand a light squeeze, knowing that although it was a long time ago one can never truly move on from their first heartbreak. It’s a wound that never truly heals and serves a reminder of what can happen when you let someone in. 

“Our first love often tends to be our first heartbreak.” You counter, and she chuckles at the irony. ______________________________ The two of you eventually find yourselves inside a record store of all places. You comb through the endless selections of records, occasionally bringing one to Alexia to see if she recognized the artists.

Your eyes were focused on a collection of Pink Floyd when you feel a hand on your back, lips ever so slightly grazing your ear and there’s no need for you to turn around to know who it is. “Come with me,” Alexia says and like a loyal soldier you follow her orders. 

She takes you to the back of the record store and inside a small listening booth for customers. The booth was not designed to fit two people. Your shoulder was pressed against Alexia’s and with the silence you think you can hear her heartbeat. It was beating just as fast as yours. Alexia pulls out the record, places it on the turntable and moves the needle over the record. 

“What song is this?” you ask, your voice soft in a whisper. 

As the first chords begin to play, she brings her index finger to your lips “shh, just listen.” And that’s what you do.

Wishwanderer by Vashti Bunyan

You ask me where I live Don't you know I live here now But where is my one real home This minute with you now

The lyrics of the song penetrate your soul and leave you feeling weightless. At that very moment, in a strange city at the eve of one of the biggest nights of your lives, Alexia was making an unspoken confession to you. While there may be something beautiful about someone screaming ‘I love you’ from the top of their lungs or blasting a love song from a boombox in your front yard, you wouldn’t trade this moment for anything.

Home is where I stayed last night Tomorrow's anywhere If you let me stay with you tonight Tomorrow's home will be here

Alexia with her back to you is clearly avoiding your gaze and you can’t blame her. You can’t see yourself but there’s no doubt your eyes were conveying everything Alexia herself was feeling. This was the closest you’ve been to truly acting on what was brewing between the two of you and it was absolutely terrifying. You lack the right words so as the song continues you play, you lean down and place a soft kiss on her shoulder.

Home has been so many roads That I walk down in my sleeping Here with you I'm home at last

You see the goosebumps begin to form on her skin. Her body reacts and leans against you, her hand gripping your thigh. Your lips move from her shoulder to her neck, leaving a trail of kisses on her skin. Wanting her even closer, your arm wraps around her waist as you show her the affection she deserves and has been craving from you.

As the final chords fade out and the song comes to its end, Alexia turns in your arms and the two of you are face to face. With eyes now locked, you felt suffocated by the palpable sense of desire in the room. A mutual desire for each other. 

Alexia slowly brings her hands to your face and her fingertips begin to trace the outline of your lips. “I have fallen for you— completely. I think about kissing you all the time...” her forehead meets yours and now the distance between your lips and hers is close to nothing. You feel her soft breaths against your lips and you’re fighting every urge to not do what your body and heart so desperately want. 

With the world spinning, you place your hands on her waist and close your eyes. “If I kiss you now, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop,” the truth falls from your lips to warn Alexia. You knew damn well that if the two of you crossed that line, you were never going to let her go. Your love for her was as certain and unquestionable as the sun rising in the morning. 

“Look at me,” Alexia asks, her fingers now tracing your jaw as it clenches. Your body was shivering at her touch. In that moment, you have no control over yourself, so you do as you are told and open your eyes. 

Staring back at you is a look of pure passion and determination. You see a woman who knows what she wants and is sick and tired of waiting. “So never stop,” is all she needed to say for you to finally meet her lips in a long-awaited kiss. 

It was everything you could have imagined and more. The kiss started off slow, cautious like you were exploring a new world. As your lips brush against hers the intensity of the kiss begins to grow and Alexia clings to you like you are the only thing keeping her on her feet. Her tongue parts your lips, sending wild tremors all through your body and you allow her to consume your entire being. ______________________________ A night in Vienna ends with the two of you in each other's arms looking across the water. The streets of the city were nearly empty, all you can hear is the sound of the wind and the water moving with the current. Any nerves you were feeling had all been forgotten. Instead, with Alexia in your arms you felt a love you wished upon every living soul.

“No matter what happens tomorrow, we’ll always have tonight.”

Alexia smiles at your words and nods in agreement, “and we’ll always have each other.”

#woso imagine #woso x reader #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagine #Fic: Here with you I'm home at last

[running2reanimation]

AvA Fandom - Get to Know You Meme Thing

Favourite character: My fave character is King; dad-shaped former villains are my jam.

Favourite relationship (platonic or romantic)?: Chodarking, I feel like King balances out Chosen and Dark and makes a good middle ground for them.

Favourite episode: The King. No surprises here, I’m sure. I really do think this episode is the pinnacle of Alan and his team’s work so far and it will be very difficult to top.

Favourite actual short: I said it was “Cherry Blossoms” but now I’m not so sure it’s not “Corn Dog Guy”.

Something you’d like to see in the series: King again. Lol, aside from that I am both hoping for and dreading more world building and exploration as to how the world works.

Any interesting headcanons: I am absolutely a believer that fighting is natural to most stick figures and fighting tournaments are a pretty regular form of entertainment.

Any OCs (Original Characters): Mint and Royal, two kids designed by Dark, both generally considered failures: neither exhibited the powers Dark designed for them, though it turned out that Royal was a late bloomer who came into his powers after Dark abandoned him and Mint had one power - they are unkillable.

Aqua, a childhood friend of Gold’s, a normal stick with a normal life. Works in a convenience store. Very kind and the voice of reason in her friend group - most of the time anyway. May or may not have been dating Gold before he died.

Any AUs (Alternate Universes): Gosh, so many. Not gonna list ‘em all, but here is the first one that came to mind: Hermit!King, in which Gold is the equivalent of a Minecraft YouTuber whose world gets corrupted on stream with King present and playing with him. Gold disappears, King is damaged and goes into Minecraft to find his son.

Something I forgot that you might want to talk about: I forgor…

And the blank template!

Favourite character:

Favourite relationship (platonic or romantic):

Favourite episode:

Favourite actual short:

Something you’d like to see in the series:

Any interesting headcanons:

Any OCs:

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Something I forgot that you might want to talk about:

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[ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff]

Star-crossed in the Crosshairs (John Price x Reader)

Chapter 6: Hint of the Century

Fic Summary: This mission is the pinnacle of your efforts for the past three years. Your whole team and yourself have worked countless hours, slaughtered hundreds, risked life and limb for scraps of intel, and now it all boiled down to pairing up with another taskforce to get this job done and dusted. An unexpected spanner in the works comes in the shape of your former best friend, now also a Captain and somehow resurrected from his KIA status, John Price.

You can’t afford to let feelings - old and new - get in the way of your purpose. No matter how much you’ve missed, wished for, loved him, and no matter how much he might feel the same.

Content warnings: Usual COD content (violence, torture, death, guns), mutual pining, back from the dead, friends to allies to lovers, Reader is GN, some use of Rory.

Chapter 5 // Masterlist // AO3 Version // Chapter 7

There were two main reasons behind “Nerve” becoming your nickname around base twenty years ago: you had a lot of it, and you could get on anyone’s. As you rose through to the rank of Captain, you attempted to sever your nerves and burn them so you couldn’t feel anything anymore. But you’d just exposed their ends. Sometimes you were grateful, because your humanity made you a better soldier, reminded you of why you did this fucking horrendous job. However, today, it meant you were exposed to more pain from anyone who noticed and exploited it. You didn’t think Price would be one of those, using his history with you to call you by your name, expose you on the battlefield and in front of the Sergeant you’d reprimanded for feelings you also had. For the love of God, did he have no pity?

Your heart was hammering, sending your breath out of sync with the rest of you for a few seconds before you regained command of your senses.

“Anyone got eyes on Čiernik?” You asked down the comms as you shot down yet another of your opposition. These guys were coming out of the walls, you could’ve sworn.

“Negative, Cap. Taking the top level now,” was your reply, from Chance still leading your charge.  

Meeting the barrel of Bravo team’s leader’s gun, you let Ghost lower his weapon instead of pushing it away whilst you replied, “Block the stairways, and get me eyes outside. He’s not getting out of this building unless it’s with us.”

Four more spots were cleared before you made it up onto the roof-terrace. A vacant table and chairs sat beneath an obsolete umbrella. A gentle breeze blew as you surveyed Nemšiná, still as soulless as it was when passing through. It inspired a dull pride that your work was finally paying off. All those yearsČiernik spent building his arsenal and you were ploughing through it like toy soldiers beneath your boots.

You heard Bronze over the wind picking up and blustering around your gear, “Sierra-7, this is Sierra-10. Building is cleared but no sign of Čiernik.”

“Copy that, Sierra-10. Begin reconnaissance.”

There wasn’t any sign of Shepherd either, you noted. Despite the obvious collaboration and the fact that this was Shepherd’s property, you’d yet to find something here that indicated he had ever been to it.

“Bravo team, Sierra team. We are all clear, but Čiernik’s location is still unknown. Search the place for intel and any signs as to where he might’ve gone.”

Maybe he was hiding in the walls.

Bravo team dispersed beneath your feet, back down the levels to the rest of the rooms, leaving just you with Ghost to sift through the room that connected to the stairwell to the roof. There was nothing besides the cabinet that covered one of the walls entirely but the contents of the cabinet were plenty. Ghost handed you a file labelled “Expenses 2022” and you began to sift through the most recent of entries – Excel spreadsheets mostly with precious little annotated after they were released from a printer.

A flare of ache arced through your side and you pressed against it as tenderly as you could.

“You alright?”

Your head swung round to face Price with all the calmness you could manage, “Fine. How’s the head?”

“Still a bit stiff.”

You snorted at his Hot Fuzz reference, spying behind him a laptop bag tucked at the back of an open cupboard. Ghost met your gaze then grabbed it down. You offered your black box from your pack, but instead he passed the laptop over.

“Ghost, a word?” Price nodded behind him. The two men trailed off, leaving you to get started on loading up the laptop. It would at least be a bit faster seeing if it had anything useful than the paper copies. Tapping in your key, the loading screen popped up, ready to transfer all its contents to your server.

Only one pair of steps returned to the room, and you could tell who by the gait and weight.

“Where’s Ghost?” You asked without turning.

“Coordinating on the second floor.”

“We don’t need two Captains in one tiny room.”

“Not even when I’ve got you a present?” You were hoping it was intel, but you were still receptive of the ice pack he crushed and tossing over, which you caught one-handed, “Chance said you ran into a sledgehammer?”

“If anything, it ran into me,” You snipped back. A sigh crawled out your mouth as the instant coolness spread through your shirt and onto your sore torso. Allowing yourself the luxury of slumping, you leant your free hand on the desk beside the laptop, staring at the loading bar filling up at a snail’s pace. “Ta.”

“Don’t mention it,” Price moved beside you.

“You find anything else?”

“Nothing interesting.”

As you plugged your black box into the laptop and began unlocking it, you noticed Price’s hands as he pressed both nearby to lean in at the laptop screen. His watch was off and so were his gloves, revealing on his wrist what – to any other onlooker – appeared to be a shit tattoo of a shit firework. The faded fuzzy diagram of a nerve cell, ripped straight out of a biology textbook and inked onto his skin forever, made your gut twist.

“You alright?”

A shiver passed across from your right shoulder to your left. You pretended it was caused by the icepack.

“Peachy keen,” You tore your stare from his tattoo and focused on not clocking yours, Sick with hypocrisy, imagined Crash downstairs still torturing herself over what you’d said to her.

“I want you on the first floor and update me on the status of the teams. And don’t call me Nerve again.”

Price’s hands pulled his gloves back on, settling onto his gun, “Of course. Sorry. You know what they say about old habits.”

Fuck’s sake, you couldn’t help but love him, whether he called you by Nerve or by name, whether he was here, abandoning you, or ordering you to leave him for dead. Blinking rapidly, you checked the progress on your black box whilst flicking back another tab in the “Expenses” folder over the sound of his boots hitting the stairs.

A pattern under “Properties” caught your gaze: Nemšinian postcodes and house numbers, one after the other, listed with their worth in the following column and a serial number in the next. Your black box was almost complete; you’d be able to sort those codes in a few minutes.

“Sir, we’ve got incoming on all sides from Nemšiná. Five group, and they brought their night vision this time.”

Folding up the laptop and slotting into your pack, you replied, “Bravo team, head to the east; Sierra team, go to the south exit. That’s the closest to the outskirts and we can take whatever heat they bring.”

As you scaled down the stairs, a shot fired through the wall in front of you. You ducked out of the way of the second and third shot, then saw the empty handgun slide through the open door. You burst in to take out your hostile and was greeted by a sight: one of Sierra team on the ground, a trap door beside a wardrobe and scuff marks on the floorboards, and two open French windows – to the balcony you’d seen Čiernik lounging on just an hours before.After finding no heartbeat in your comrade’s neck and ripping off their tags, you glanced out of the door.

Čiernik was shimmying down the damn drainpipe and already halfway to the ground. Ahead, you saw his reinforcements coming through the front gate.

Over the ledge, you followed swiftly after, using the brickwork to aid your descent. A quick assessment of the drop failed you and you cursed at your knees’ response to dropping down onto the patio.

Shots fired from your twelve and one tore through your left bicep, shredding apart the muscles and blood vessels. Ducking behind a giant cement plant pot (that housed a palm tree of all things), you clung to the wound, shuffling until your back hit the vehicle before you ripped off your belt and wrung it around, pulling it taut. Another shot caught your ear but what got your attention was the hiss of air and the collision of gear and a gun with the concrete.

In the open back door, Chance was face down. She wasn’t moving for cover or to retrieve her weapon. Rolling onto your front, you dragged yourself along the grass, smearing the jade blades with scarlet as you crawled to the nearby planter. Your hand waited until the gunfire was aimed at the upper floors to clamp down on the toe of her boot and haul her across the patio. Her neck was narrowly missed by another bullet just as you got her completely in cover, where you flipped her onto her back and revealed the blood pooling fast on her abdominal, soaking her uniform. As you pressed down to slow the gush of blood, staining your hands red in the patio light, you felt the air stirring then whipping around you, the telltale breeze from a helicopter flying overhead.

“Chance? You hear me?” You spoke loudly, bent over to reach her ear, then you addressed your team, “This is Sierra-7, by the front entrance with Sierra-4 -gunshot wound to the stomach, require urgent assistance.”

A shadow darkened over the wound. You looked up just in time to see an armed masked unfamiliar a few feet away, his automatic weapon aimed directly at you.

“Found them.”

The butt of his gun smacked against your cheekbones, sending you sprawling onto the dusty ground. Disorientated, you were yanked up by the scruff of your neck and dragged away from your teammate. Arms trying to reach back for Chance, your legs Bambi’ed beneath you, unable to push you into standing. At the gate, you were held still only for the amount of time it took them to threw a sack and yank the drawstring tightly around your neck. Then you were tossed the back of a vehicle and, as it swerved off to the right, you wheezed out a breath and lost total track of your consciousness.

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AN: OOOOooo! We've reached the halfway point of this fic. Can't wait for MW3 to come out and ruin my life (as if it didn't do enough of that the first time). Thank you to the folks sending me their thoughts and theories; you've really helped keep me writing. Especially those about the callsigns, the parallels of Price + Nerve versus Gaz + Crash. I've given you some more theory fodder this chapter plus this hint: Captain Price's Access Code.

Taglist: @mockerycrow and @entertain-my-lvst

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