#Capt. Hope

[the-omndell-chronicles]

*Lacey and Lily Todd are at the crossroads bar. Lacey mixing together a rum and coke. Lily Todd sits on the other side of the bar sits on a stool sipping at a nonalcoholic Pina colada*

Lacey: things sure Have been tough as of recently. I mean my drinks have no effect in the Omori universe with whole mafia situation going on. For once I can't do anything. Lily Todd: Don't worry things should be okay and besides The Wanderer said the big guns would be on stand by right Lacey: exactly...

At that moment a blond woman with a ponytail decked out in tactical SWAT gear comes in

Lily Todd: Speak of the devil Lacey: ah Capt. Hope nice to see you you want your regular Capt. Hope: of course whisky sour with vodka in it Lacey: let me guess was it Dr. Bright or your brother Capt. Hope: It was my brother, not to mention I'm not getting as much sleep as I am waiting for the wanderer to say that I am being deployed to defend some place. Lacey: well this probably means you can now be asked questions you know The Wanderers whole multiversal plan thing. Capt. Hope: WAIT WHA---

Capt. Hope is now open for asks

[captain-sunshine-11]

AFTG Actor AU 2

First Post Here

OKKK SOOO

When it comes to bloopers, Dan has the most. Both on purpose and not, as she has the talent of photobombing takes she knows aren't going well to make people laugh. ("[Dan's Actor] What are you doing in Evermore?" "I'm here to beat Riko's ass.")

Wymack and Dan's Actor are in a battle for most tongue-tied lines. Wymack is winning. Dan is bitter

All canonical ships in AFTG are in the show (Kateaaron, Andreil, Kevthea, etc etc) but when it comes to their actors?

Andreil Actors become good friends that find it hilarious that they have to kiss sometimes. Andrew and Neil's actors are known for doing the most "bro hugs" on set

Aaron's Actor is gay and finds it hilarious that he has to play being homophobic (Nicky's Actor, who is as gay as his character, also finds it funny). I'd imagine he'd have a boyfriend off set and they're happy. Katelyn's Actor is busy eyeing Thea's

Kevin's Actor is ace and has made many comments in interviews about how pretty Seth and Matt's actors are (take that as you will)

I'd imagine Jeremy and Jean's actors came on set as good friends but left the show dating because they're sweet together

Besides the ships, Matt, Dan, and Renee's actors become best friends on set. They have been found coming in together and leaving together for coffee

The Kathy Ferdinand Show scene took many takes because Riko's Actor couldn't stop laughing when it came to say his lines, which in turn made Kathy laugh

One blooper follows Seth and Allison's Actors falling off the couch after the Foxes return from Kathy's show. What makes the clip so widespread is Neil's actor from behind the camera going, "Day drinking, are we loves?"

Whenever Jeremy's Actor is on set he brings his service dog with him named "Mister Flower". Mister Flower is a Brown Border Collie that has a flower-like shape in his fur pattern on his front left leg, and he is a service dog for Anxiety and is perfect for Jeremy's Actor.

Mister Flower is loved by everyone on set and Jean's Actor is frequently found napping with the dog when Jeremy is on set for the day

Allison's Actor gets Mister Flower a Fox jersey that says "01". ("The dog is taking your title, [Riko's Actor]." "I'll survive.")

[antsyandpantsy]

some miscellaneous doodles

[demonstars]

i spy with my little eye

[j0vialmoon]

Mario rabbids Beacon beach themed water park.

Pirate ship but the cannons are water slides(Capt. Orion and rabbid Rosalina can be found here.)

The sparks show up as 3D projections, a few during the day but a lot more at night. Normal lumas also appear, but only at night.

Beep-O, JEANIE, and the rest of the cast also appear as 3D projections(drones or something)

Augie Sumer BBQ: barbecue restaurant. Projections show Augie cooking or messing around. Some non named rabbid are also seen cooking

Screech is the lifeguard

Raibbid Luigi’s fortress: water cannons and that bucket thing on the top, little slides on the bottom. Have a sumwhat functional gear system that activates some lights or a surprise water cannon.(you can find rabbid Luigi, Vampdash, spawny, and Aquanox here.)

Edge’s Training Grounds: training dummies that spray water when activated. A tube slide goes through a small rock hill into a pool. The wave pool is located here.(you can find Edge, Midnite, Bedrock, Daphne, and Kanya here.)

Musical Lazy river: the lazy river is separated into four sections; Terra Flora, Melodic Gardens, Spooky Trails Theatre, and the get on/get off area.(Beep-O, Phantom, Bea, and Allegra are found here.)

(Other characters can be found around the park. I still have more ideas)

[captainkurosolaire]

Sublunary Love

A ghastly apparition tread to where a contract flower would be reunited its garden. Upon crossing a bridge the rushing river-stream he foresaw that abhorrent reflection of a deathly harvester. It wasn't honorable to present himself in this manner. There's a moment to sheathe. Value's learned, conscious of choice was his belonging. Time to rectify his mistakes in their short-date. He'd clean, bandaging wounds, dressing formally. Having a hobble-step, but stony composed. Fellow amber-hues, enlarged of Kunoichi, as she opened a door-knock, with a coquettish grin, purring cat-like, "Wow our favorite slayer returns, meeeow. Strikingly!" The colorful-assassin imparted. Then gave a boop upon his nose, teasingly, "She's all yours, we'll reconvene one-day. Imagine repercussions will come. Should those-arise, I'll be close. Embrace solitude, stud." Companionship offered. Overall drowning her feelings. Answer was clear towards Shaman's effect on him. Those who're sentenced amongst darkness, may find a vigil-light they're in need to crawl out. Dangerous-heel's clacked distantly, his voice-interrupted, turned and eastern-bowed, "Thank you." Nerves in his facial-features couldn't function, yet emotion's in voice resonated harmonic. Ya'chi could truly-depart with a proven gleam; waving him off. His new-wielded blade; was a Sakurasou as he approached Client. She'd comment, "Someone's always got tricks! Arsenal of killer-techniques. Should've expected you'd complete my task without any hiccups. As I vowed, I'll not bother any-longer, you're free." Sorrow tinged in octaves, extending her fetch for flora retrieval. Unexpected, he struck. Knees collapsed beneath her stead, with-forgiveness. His thumb-ever bent the tip of a petal, intentionally, wasn't enough to damage, but showcase blemish. Sincerely billowed, "I'm afraid, I've failed the contract... I'd seemingly lose, again and again, with you." Inflection carried emotions. Crossed-hand's came over her facial-features gasping, awestruck. Confession played, "...But what's inside me tells me, I'm victorious within your company; that I am. If given opportunity, I Hoku, would properly like to show you a true date." Not only did the nameless-one, shed his name, he was proposing for a date? What a goof-ball! She'd hysterically cackle, eyes-teared happiness, "...Such unpredictability. I accept, also I'm Rokeia! You're silly too, even under those guises of a formidable-killer! Not certain what your disciplinary training did... Only thing, missing is this..." Two-fingers intersected across his lip's spread into a kingly smile. Her warm-sensations, made eyes-close; intoxicating peace. Revealing coyly, "I'll have to equip you with these from now-on Mister! Smiles lay important, keeping darkness at their bay not to be all-consuming; but still to be marveled. Like the Sun's Setting Shadow!" Thriving knowledge was given. She's life - a road light, left-on for creatures that hunt as night, a soothsayer which awakens those beastly hearts from captivity. He's shadow - avatar of death, cold-steel of security, carrying resolve that'd arm upon need. Hoku detached his weaponry, only him remained. "I only want to be with you." A palpable heart-beat, Thrummed... Thumped... Drummed Her own hypnotically sung. Blush-ignited her cheeks; crimson for once not of blood was made, "...Y-you assassinate many barriers, such trouble, it's unfair!" Making a pretend-pout. Spider-like-digits; heavenly splendors, tracing from his woven lips until her delicate palms melted his cheeks; wielding him. Attention orbited to her, type shadows followed if permitted. Mirror motions came descending to eye-level. Her violet-orbs encouraged those star-golden, twinkling for cosmic unity. Following, would be their first joining of many. A force known as [us.] emerged. Promising eternal, ever-afters. The balanced-kiss, sealed it.

[Prev:Chapter]: Unsheathe, Heart ~ ♪"Eternal Requiem"♪

[inkstainedhandswithrings]

my major tbb 3 trailer take away was REX IS BACK IN HIS CLONE ARMOUR!!!!

not that his cunty lil season 2 outfit wasn’t giving but goddamn original Rex is still the hottest

[theboarsbride]

me: *is overwhelmed by multiple WIPs, writing assignment, essays, and newspaper articles, and-*

my brain: time to plan a new WIP!

[the-omndell-chronicles]

A spooky start to October (pt. 1)

Core: Okay lets get this show on the road Wanderer knows its October and I haven't been able to contact him for a bit all he told me was to send a email to his assistant to prepare a meeting. So I am just as much in the dark as you dear viewers and those working under the Wanderer

*in one of the meeting rooms with in the walls of where ever The Wanderer works sits Lily Todd, Guinevere, Lurex and on a wall is a screen with the Ever Ticking Clock*

Lurex: So... are we here?

Guinevere: Girl your guess is as good as mine. I hate how the Wanderer tells us nothing at times

Ever Ticking Clock: He could be messing with us it wouldn't be too odd for him

*Lily Todd smiles fingers neatly interlaced before her*

Guinevere: There is something you aren't telling us

*Lily Todd's eyes glow green*

Lily Todd: in due time, Guinevere in due time besides the others should be here soon...

*at that very moment the door opens as a small waddle dee with glasses comes in with a clipboard. He is followed by Capt. Hope and Lacey, as well as a small pastel pink kobold with motor oil on their skin and overalls, a teenager in a black bicker jacket, black cargo pants and skull t-shirt, and a meek looking doctor or researcher with thick round glasses.

Lilly Todd: ah perfect timing Joey you are right on time

Joey: Just as always, now other than The Wanderer everyone should be here so everyone take your seats and the meeting will begin soon

{End of part 1}

[mars-rnr]

I’m reading ‘Lagam’ by Marta Grabowska on Tapas. It’s a really great action webcomic and reminds me alot of shonen mangas.

I’m excited to see how Sildari achieves her dream, and if Captain James gets a good pay from his job with all the trouble he has to handle

[bunny-jpeg]

bunny's best reads of 2024

happy holidays bunny nation! it has been quite the year! ups and downs, but i've been so happy to share my work with all of you! thank you to all of the kind comments, the loving tags, stuffing my inbox full of requests, support, and love, and especially thank you to those who have started following me this year! it's been a lot of you, so i hope 2025 is just as awesome!

i wanted to share some of the fics/drabbles i've loved this year! hopefully you can check them out while you're able to relax into the new year! as for the writing schedule, i'm working on some things to be posted over the holidays! i love you all!!! - bunny

formula one

tame the wolff - toto wolff @lucyrose191

out back - lance stroll @uluvjay

a new term - mark webber @whorekneecentral

softcore siren - max verstappen @emchante

pequeña - fernando alonso @pucksandpower

critics and lovers - max verstappen @pucksandpower

meant to be his - lando norris (ceo au) @pucksandpower

devilish - max verstappen (mafia au) @mv1simp

revved up - max verstappen @verstappenverse

toxic bf (headcanons) - max verstappen @devilsfive

the patriarchy - george russell @chilling-seavey

call of duty

homecoming - simon "ghost" riley @reignpage

bunny/rabbit (drabble) - capt. john price @quarterlifekitty

persephone - simon 'ghost' riley @oceantornadoo

fertility awareness (drabble) - capt. john price @quarterlifekitty

winter solider au - capt. john price @yeyinde

in the wolf's maw - capt. john price @gloomwitchwrites

sugar daddy au (drabble) - capt. john price @yourloverslost

butcher au (multi-part) - simon 'ghost' riley @betweenstorms

medical leave - capt. john price @ink-n-shadow

blue collar/cowboy - simon 'ghost' riley @amaranthinespirit

a special thank you to the friends i've made this year! there are far too many for me to tag in this post without tumblr getting mad at me so - thank you! and i can't wait to spend 2025 with ya'll <3

[mvctavish]

𝐓𝐅 𝟏𝟒𝟏 - 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓

summary: headcanons for each members' reaction to you telling them you're pregnant

cw: afab!reader, pregnancy (duh), mentions of pregnancy symptoms (like nausea, vomiting) but nothing graphic, slight angst for some parts, established relationship, mentions of sex (?)

capt. john price

౿ ۪ ݁ honestly? price couldn't be happier. he always thought of himself as a family man, seeing himself as a father of (hopefully) many kids. he's overjoyed as you greet him when he gets home from a long and grueling deployment, wanting nothing more than to relax in your arms and go to sleep in his own bed. however, when you say the words "i'm pregnant" and showcase the sonogram, his heart nearly triples in size. that's his baby. you're carrying his baby, and he swears this is the best moment of his entire life. he whispers praises in your ear as he holds you tight, a large and heavy hand gently resting on your abdomen, thumb stroking your skin the fabric of your - his - shirt. he's truly never been happier. you, his darling girl, is harboring a precious life that blossomed from your love for each other. you just know he's going to be the best father your kid could hope for.

sgt. kyle "gaz" garrick

౿ ۪ ݁ kyle doesn't know what to say at first. he was the one that convinced you to take a pregnancy test in the first place - you'd been nauseous and fatigued for the past few days, and he noticed. he noticed each and every thing about you, from your slightly irritable mood to the tiny changes of your body. he never expected the test to come back positive, the two little lines on the stick staring up at the both of you. he's scared, just as scared as you, but he knows he needs to stay strong, at least for now. "it's gonna be alright, angel," he'd reassure you, taking your form into an embrace. he's oh so gentle, handling you like porcelain now that he knows his baby is growing in your womb. "we'll get through this together, ya hear, love?" he kisses your forehead. whatever you decide to do, he's there for you. despite his initial fears, the thought of having a baby with you excites him. you best bet that if you aren't married already, you'll have a ring on your finger by the end of the week.

sgt. john "soap" mactavish

౿ ۪ ݁ johnny has never felt so unprepared in his life. he's always so, so careful with you, hoping to avoid situations like... this. it's not that he's upset, no, he isn't angry. just unprepared. he doesn't feel fit to be a father, not yet. it's a lot of responsibility and an entire lifetime of commitment - and johnny doesn't want to let down his future child. though, the more he thinks about it, the more he begins to warm up to the idea of fatherhood. maybe you'll have a little lass with his eyes and your fiery attitude, or perhaps a lad with your nose and his spunk - whoever your child ends up being, he knows he'll love them unconditionally. just as he loves you. it does take him a few weeks to come around. at first, he'd drink his worries away at the pub, ranting to ghost or whomever else will listen. he's just stressed, and that stress never really goes away, but a stronger feeling of pride and excitement takes over. he's going to be a da! he knows you'll be a damn good mother, and he even takes an extra long leave to help around the house. he doesn't want you to lift a finger while you're pregnant (even though you're not even showing yet). before the baby is even born, he proves himself to be a very capable father.

lt. simon "ghost" riley

౿ ۪ ݁ when you break the news to him, simon is instantly afraid. memories of his own childhood come flooding back to him, and a new fear settles inside of him. he's always been afraid of turning out like his old man, and now that you're pregnant with his baby, there's a whole nother person that he could let down. he doesn't want that to happen - doesn't want his baby to suffer as he'd done. he makes a silent promise, both to you and the baby, that he'd always be there and present. he loves you more than anything, but the revelation has him growing distant for the first few months. whenever you bring up the topic of possible baby names, or ask to look at clothes at the shops, he tenses and responds in very short answers. it's abundantly clear that he's scared, and you don't really blame him. it isn't until you speak to him in the privacy and safety of your shared bedroom does he confess. "i'm just worried about turning into my father," his voice is uncharacteristically quiet, light eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks as he tries to blink away some unshed tears. "i don't want to hurt you, bunny, or the baby." he glances down at your abdomen, and you guide your hand to it. you have to reassure him many times that he's nothing like his father. it isn't until he comes with you to one of your appointments that he finally accepts that as a fact. when he hears your baby's heartbeat on the monitor, he knows deep in his heart that he'd do anything to protect you both.

[amphibious-thing]

Historical queer language is so interesting to me and one word that has caught my attention is inclination. So here is a non-exhaustive list of the word inclination being used to describe same-sex love or same-sex sexual attraction from the late-17th century to the early-19th century. I intentionally wanted to get some variation, some of these examples are from love letters, some are from fiction of the period, one a trial record and one a petition to decriminalise sodomy.

Then Rigby kist Minton several times, putting his Tongue in his Mouth, and taking Minton in his Arms, wisht he might lye with him all night, and that his Lust was provoked to that degree, he had — in his Breeches, but notwithstanding he could F[uck] him; Minton thereupon said, "sure you cannot do it here," "yes," answered Rigby, "I can," and took Minton to a corner of the Room, and put his Hands into Mintons Breeches, desiring him to pull them down, who answered "he would not, but he (Rigby) might do what he pleased"; thereupon Rigby pulled down Mintons Breeches, turn'd away his shirt, put his Finger to Mintons Fundament, and applyed his Body close to Mintons, who feeling something warm touch his Skin, put his hand behind him, and took hold of Rigbys Privy Member, and said to Rigby "I have now discovered your base Inclinations, I will expose you to the World, to put a stop to these Crimes";

~ The Trial of Capt. Edward Rigby 1698

One of these girls tied Monsieur [a dildo] to her middle, To try if she the Secret could unriddle: She acted Man, being in a merry Mood, Striving to please her Partner as she cou’d; And thus they took it in their turns to please Their lustful inclinations to appease.

~ Monsieur Thing's Origin (1722)

I am this moment come from Richmond, but late as it is, your absence allows me too few pleasures for me to neglect any opportunity of taking so sensible a one as that of writing to you. You are by this time at Redlynch, and finding your park wall advanced, the foundations of your new building laid, your slopes improving, your puddles filling, and your plantations thriving. 'Tis possible your joy for these changes without doors may banish all the pain I flattered myself you would feel for one you will find within. If I should guess right, at least have the charitable dissimulation to swear I do not, and sacrifice your sincerity to my vanity; rather than give me the mortification of thinking you did not sacrifice your inclination to your business, when you left the place where I was, for any other. Walk often through "Hervey Grove", and now and then visit the ash by the pas-glissant....

~ Lord Hervey to Stephen Fox, 18 June 1728

Nay, I have been told, that there is another motive perhaps more powerful than all these, that induces people to cultivate this inclination; namely, the exquisite pleasure attending its success.

~ Earl Strutwell's defense of sodomy in The Adventures of Roderick Random by Tobias Smollett (1748)

Ternant will relate to you how many violent struggles I have had between duty and inclination—how much my heart was with you, while I appeared to be most actively employed here—

~ John Laurens to Alexander Hamilton, July 14, 1779

Alas! why am I not with you; Why can I not pass at least one or two nights of the week in your company_ It is necessary to hope that a time will come when I will be more able to follow my inclination_ and if this time comes I will be certainly more often with you my loveable friend.

~ Baron von Steuben to General William North, 11 November 1789 (translated from french)

Anne sat by my bedside till 2. I talked about the feeling to which she gave rise. Lamented my fate. Said I should never marry. Could not like men. Ought not to like women. At the same time apologizing for my inclination that way. By diverse arguments made out a pitiful story altogether & roused poor Anne's sympathy to tears.

~ Diary of Miss Anne Lister, 15 August 1816

That all whether Male or Female have certain inclinations or propensities which must be and are gratified, & for aught I see should be so – they are implanted in us by some unknown power, and that the penalty of Death ought not to be inflicted for the exercise of those inclinations which have been implanted in us by some Superior Agency, and over which we have so little controul.

~ Anonymous Petition to Decriminalise Sex Between Men, 1828

[majinbangus]

I literally just wanted a sugar daddy/mama!au. Maybe I'll talk about sugar daddies!141 x sugar baby!reader after this. I am not an expert in sugaring, so bear w me here. readers age is not told either, but i imagine reader to be younger than price.

Times are tough; the 141 need funding the government isn't willing to cough up. Price's solution? Getting them a sugar mama.

-

You never expected your profile to be picked. It was a silly thing you signed up for in a moment of weakness when you were feeling sad and lonely, wallowing after a messy break up. You even forgot about it after a week, throwing yourself in your self-made business, working when you didn't have to, but you needed to bury yourself in it. It's no surprise you forgot all about your little profile, but it is a surprise when you see a missed inquiry from a Mr. John Price about a day old.

Hello, darling. I've never been on this side of the message before, but my boys and I don't have many options, and I needed a solution fast. I saw your profile and I think you'd be a good match for us. We're a package deal, the four of us. You don't have to pay us exactly, we just need some funding for our work. My boys and I are willing to provide you with any type of company you desire. We don't mind sharing and we take care of what's ours. There are other little details we can go more in depth later, although I might not be able to tell you everything. I'd like to hear what you have to say and any questions you may have. Hope to hear from you soon, Capt. John Price

Everything about the message is... strange... to put it kindly, but you can't help but feel this Capt. John Price is being sincere. Maybe that's a naive, lonely part of you that's convincing yourself that the message is real and not some scam. Maybe you're desperate enough to believe someone- four someone's!- actually have an interest in you.

For what you can give them, but you're not entirely innocent either. This Captain Price- you assume he's military- said he and his boys will give you what you need, and if he's a man of his word, maybe they can distract you from all the noise in your head.

You stare at the message. It wouldn't hurt to take a risk, would it? You can always block the man if he ends up being a creep.

It takes you an hour to finally work up the nerve to craft a small message back to the man. It takes less than a minute for him to respond.

Glad to hear from you, darling. I'll tell you everything you need to know.

-

The rules are simple.

You fund them with enough money each month they need it for however long they need, and they'll give you all the companionship you want. Whether that's sexual or not is up to you. It doesn't matter to them, though John informed you that if it is sexual, you would need to discuss any limits with the other men yourself. With him, you got to briefly stutter through your likes and dislikes, and he did the same, after discussing all of the rules and expectations.

You don't know if you should be thankful or not when he listened with such intense focus. Like you were briefing him on a mission or whatever it is captains like him do. It makes you nervous. He makes you nervous. Not quite in a bad way, but you've never done this before. The idea of paying another person, well this task force, in exchange for some company to fill your pathetic void feels kind of... sad.

You almost talk yourself out of this whole crazy thing, but you're also kind of curious what could come of it. If John and his boys will really be able to distract you and make you forget how lonely you are.

Being alone, being lonely, never really bothered you before, but after your last relationship... It opened up some old wounds and this sugar arrangement could be the perfect distraction. If only for a while. You'll take whatever you can get at this point.

You look over the messages John sent you, lingering over the pictures he sent of him and the other three men. Well. Two men. John told you this Simon guy would show you his face himself if he wanted to. You don't know if it's a sexual thing or not or something else entirely. You were too afraid to ask, and you don't really know if you want to know. But the other three are handsome, if the pictures John sent aren't fake.

You're still not entirely sure you should trust him. Trust that you're not gonna get all your money stolen. The site you signed up on is reputable for sugar mamas and sugar babies. You couldn't find a bad review written about it. Only positive testimonies with positive outcomes. That could be suspicious in and of itself. Hopefully, you didn't make a mistake.

John said that he would meet you next week when he had time off. Alone. In a public space, but alone. He said he didn't want the boys to overwhelm you, and you're grateful for his consideration because you would have been overwhelmed if you met all of them at once.

You still have time to cancel, if the nerves get to you and you chicken out. John even told you you could back out any time you wanted. But. You want to do something different. You need to do something different. Get yourself out of your head and focus on anything else that doesn't make your mind feel like static.

These men can help with that. This'll be good for you. Probably.

As long as this doesn't end up with you mysteriously disappearing or getting murdered, you'll be content with whatever happens. Besides, it's good to do something out of your comfort zone, and what better way than becoming a sugar mama to four military men who can give you all the company and care you could ever want? Hell, that sounds weird to think about.

There are still little things you have to work around, such as their schedules, but John promised that at least one of them would always come when you called. Already, that gives you more comfort than he could ever know, and perhaps that's foolish of you, but it truly meant a lot when he told you that.

You scroll down to the last message John sent and feel something in your gut flutter.

Can't wait to meet you, Mama.

-

this might an anthology of sorts. maybe have some loose plot to it. idk.

[mist-see]

Background check.

Cw: harassment within military, fist fighting (?) mean reader, mention of sa, older reader between the age of 35-40, female aligned reader, lioness program. Kinda serious- fluff plot line.

The 141 squad who watches the usually calm and collected captain of the lioness program in shock as she sprints over to the line-up of recruits, cream colored boots stomping the cement as she heads to a specific man who stared straight ahead, completely unaware of who was coming towards him.

Price immediately walked forward, not knowing what was about to happen but he knows it couldn’t be good, not when you looked like that, so angry and clearly on a mission to do something that could cause trouble within the community. “Whoa whoa- slow down Captain!” He says shouts out, immediately stepping in front of your path- but you kept going, your eyes going straight through him. Your target was locked.

“Um- Lt-“ Soap glanced over to Ghost- who was already making his way over to his captain in wide strides. “On it.” He said gruffly as he tried to assess the situation. What they didn’t expect was for you to keep running, your arm immediately hooking around John’s neck- clotheslining him. It happened so damn fast he didn’t know what had happened until he hit the concrete gasping for air and clutching his throat as he choked to breathe.

“Oh my god…” Gaz had to cover his mouth in shock, soap eyes almost popping out of its sockets as he watched you mumble a “fuck outta my way,” and stomped up to the recruiter who was obviously now looking at you with his peers. “You!” You shouted, your voice loud and authoritative. “Ma’am? I mean- Capt-oof!” You didn’t even give him a chance to correct himself, your fist balling up and landing straight to his gut.

Price- who was now coming up from the ground with the help of ghost and soap, gaz staring at the scene with confusion. You- you just punched one of the newbies in the fucking gut! This could cause your career- this could demote you and you could get in serious trouble- you literally clotheslined one of the highest ranked person in this compound!- and why isnt he doing anything?

Gaz glanced away from you over to his boss who rubbed at his throat, John’s eyes basically glaring at the back of your head as he watched you drag the recruiter by the back of his neck as if he was a dog- and throw him to the floor. “Should we stop-“ Kyle wanted to ask, but Simon quickly cut him off. “Naahhh…” he muttered through the mask, his lids squinted as he watched the scene.

The recruiter grunted in pain as you kicked him in his ribs. “You gonna tell me to stop, bitch!?” You didn’t let him answer, sending another heavy kick to his stomach, causing him to cough and hold himself, hoping to shield his abdomen from your foot. That shit didn’t matter to you, kicking him onto his back, a broken grunt leaving him as you straddled his waist. “Yes- stop! Please- stop!”

“Ask nicer and I just might!” You taunted as you landed another punch to his sternum, then another one to his to his nose once he lowered his guard. Simon gave his captain a look, silently asking him if they should intervene. The man below you trashed around in pain as he reached up to clutch his nose- but you punched him again, his knuckles digging into his already broken nose causing him to grunt out and sob. “Mind telling me what the hell is going on?!” Price finally spoke up as soon as you landed another punch to the man’s hands, knuckles clashing but it was hurting him more than you.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry! Captain Price please get her off of me! Please stop!” He didn’t want to put his hands on you, and you knew this- and even if he did he still wouldn’t win. You scoffed at his weak apology- the apology that wasn’t meant for you, but for one of your young recruits. “You’re not sorry you did it jackass- you’re sorry you were caught!” He knows exactly what he did- that’s why he was spewing out apologies over and over. He knows what he did was wrong yet he still did it.

Price didn’t know exactly what was going on. But he’d known you for a long time now, and this wasn’t the first time he’s seen you like this. So yes, he wasn’t exactly pleased about you clotheslining him or disturbing basic training- or punching one of his recruits and humiliating the boy… but maybe he should hear you out before he pops a blood vessel. “Get ‘er off…” he pushes Jonny forward, the mohawked male stuttering and looking back to his boss as if he was crazy. But he just gets a stern look from his Lt and captain, making him groan and stomp his way over to you.

“Okay- cmon missus Captain- up ‘n out!” After dodging your elbows and their hard hits towards his face as you landed your bloodied knuckles to the poor lads face and arms, he hooks his arms underneath your armpits and picks you up- surprisingly you didn’t fight back too much- staying almost unnaturally stiff like a mannequin as your nails dug into the roughened skin of the man’s arms. You knew you’d be in trouble for this- you already did enough damage and as much as you’d love to keep going- to give the boy as much pain and hurt as he caused your cub- you knew you had to stop and chill out.

“Okay- okay let me go! I’m calmed!” You shoved your elbow back- to which Johnny groaned and released you, you heavy boots hitting the cold ground as you watched as the young recruiter ball up and sob. Crocodile tears.

“What was tha… hm?… what the hell was that Captain!? You trynna get urself dismissed and sent back to Virginia?” Price dug his finger into your chest, gently pushing you further away from the disgusting man who cried on the ground. The 141 looked at you cautiously, especially Gaz- being newer and not exactly knowing you well. Simon-although quiet, had never saw you this angry before. He’s known you- known of you for going on 15 years and you’ve probably been the most level headed leader he’s known.

He watches intensely as you slapped prices hand away from your chest, that same hand you slapped him with now pointing directly at his captains face. “You! You’re a problem. Are you not doing proper background checks on the people you allow on your team? Hm?!” Prices fists balled up on the side of his body after they fell down, the creases on his forehead deepening even more as he glances back to the lad on the ground who clenched at his leaking nose.

“The hell are you talkin’ about…” his voice was a little lower now that he was beginning to put two and two together. As soon as you mentioned ‘background checks’ it was starting to click. “That motherfucking sicko thought it was a good idea to touch on one of my cubs… and before you say anything- I have proof.” Your jaw was tight, your toes clenching hard on the inside of your shoes as it took everything in you not to push past this man and stump that bitch out.

Gaz immediately caught on as well, his brows shooting up as he looked away from you and his boss to the man on the floor. He can’t believe he almost felt bad for the waste man.

The words coming out of your mouth was hard to hear, but one thing about Price- even though you choked the shit out of him and he wasn’t going to let that go- he immediately believed you. The older man swallowed thickly at this realization, a hand coming up to scratch at his beard- the one he knew damn well he couldn’t have. He gave you one more look- more like a glare before turning around to face the whining boy. “Get ‘em up…” he weakly motioned the boy to Simon.

“I don’t need proof��� I believe you… take boy to my office, we’ll chat. Rest of ya, dismissed! You will be called upon at 16:00!” He shoos away the sweaty men, and they quickly disbanded.

Simon yanked up the significantly smaller male, his grip on his arm bruising as he pulled the chap back into the base. Johnny and Gaz of course followed, leaving you and John outside in the cold outside. “You know I’ll have to report this.”

“Do what you have to do.” You shrugged, no hesitation.

Your nonchalantness causes the male to release a sigh. Discipline was the most important thing to have in the military.. if you had no dissapline then you’re useless. The lack of discipline could get you hurt or worse killed. That boys lack of discipline will get him hurt. And trust me, it’ll hurt worse than your kicks and punches.

“You could get let go.” He tries to reason with you, tries to explain that incident could cause you your career, but your eyes were glued to the blood droplets that led back to the base. “I’ll walk away with pride knowing he gets locked away for a very long time.” Your stubbornness almost made him grin, but instead he shook his head in disbelief. His eyes went down to your sides, your fists so tight that the melanin on your knuckles paled. “She’ll be okay.”

“She will.” You spoke matter of factly. This wasn’t your first rodeo. You’ve seen this countless of times, you’ve been through this yourself. The military was filled with nasty men who lack self respect and dignity. But you’ll be dammed if the girls you trained and took care of had to fall victim to one of them.

Your sight from the blood gets covered from the jacket that belonged to John, his eyes still on your knuckles, his hand hesitating as they hovered just near yours. It wasn’t until you placed your hand into his where he comfortably brushed his thumb against the bruied skin. “You should clean up…” this time you didn’t respond monotonously, you didn’t respond at all as your eyes go from his hand on yours to his blue orbs. He was already staring back.

Instantly you swallowed thickly and cleared your throat, your hand pulling back. This was entirely too intimate for your comfort. “Do your damn background checks.” And with that, you shoved past him and headed off to your compound, his blue eyes watching you until you were nothing but a dot to his eyes.

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Hi I was wondering if you write for James potter, if don’t please ignore this. But I’ve been obsessed with Alex Warren’s new song ordinary it literally is such a James potter love song to me. And I don’t know maybe a story about this song with James and the reader like maybe they are friends and one day it’s just clicked in James head it’s always been her. I don’t know the song is just so beautiful

Hi! thank you for the request! I do write for James ❤︎

Also, I love this song! Love, love, love.

I don't think I've done the song justice, but here it is!

Win for me

James Potter x reader

2.1k words

cw: fluff, lil bit of pining

No one questioned when you called James, he came. You were his oldest friend. You were practically neighbors, just living two streets away from each other. You had gotten lost, turned down the wrong street, and James helped you get home. There weren’t too many kids in the neighborhood so you and James latched onto each other and pledged to be lifelong friends. 

Your friendship didn’t waver or falter when you arrived at Hogwarts and got sorted into different houses. You still spent plenty of time together. You’d study together and sometimes sit together for meals. There were plenty of times when you were invited to hang out with his new roommates. You got along with all of them, although none quite as well as James. Merlin, you would describe him as your person, except he wasn’t yours. 

That idea passed through your mind several times as you got older. You never acted on it though; your friendship with James was too important to you. You didn’t flirt with him or act any differently than you would’ve for him. That being said, you were still closer to James than you were to anyone, let alone any other guy. 

James was the reason you wore Gryffindor colors to quidditch matches, even when they were facing your own house. Those games you sat with Sirius, Remus and Peter; otherwise you sat with your house. James was the reason you knew so much about quidditch. He would ramble on and on about it before you even stepped foot onto the Hogwarts campus. James was the reason why you occasionally got detention. He was the reason you passed several classes over the years, and you were the reason he passed some as well. 

“What’s going on between you and Potter?” a boy had asked you once.

“Huh? James?”

The boy nodded.

“Nothing,” you said with a shrug. “He’s just my best friend.”

“You’re not dating or nothing?”

You laughed. “No, we’re not. Haven’t you heard though? He fancies Lily.”

“Ah, didn’t know that. Then how about you ‘n’ me, Hogsmeade?” 

For some reason, whenever a conversation like this happened, a boy asking you out, your brain immediately went to the pipe dream of hoping that maybe one day James would like you back and you would be more than just friends.

“No thank you,” you said.

You’d give the boy a polite smile before walking away. Your friends always questioned you about it later. They didn’t understand why you turned away guy after guy. There was a decent variety of them, enough to disprove your ‘not my type’ excuse. Except that your type was James, and you just couldn’t tell anyone that. 

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“Capt, your girl’s waiting for you!” Gideon yelled as he entered Gryffindor’s changing room.

Gryffindor was facing Slytherin today. You wanted to wish James good luck, as you did before every match. You knew he would appreciate it extra today with everything that rode on this game. By everything, you meant his pride. He would essentially disappear for a week straight if they lost today, and you weren’t going to let that happen. 

“Hey you!” James cooed when he stepped outside.

You flung your arms around him. Out of habit, his arms wrapped themselves around you and he rested his chin on top of your head.

“Good luck, James. You’re going to crush it out there, I know it.”

“Thank you, love,” he murmured into your hair.

You gave him an extra squeeze. “Win for me?”

“Just for you.”

He gave you a bright grin as he pulled back and out of your arms. You waved to him before turning to join the herds making their way up into the stands. James watched you until you disappeared from sight, slowly blending in with the crowd. Only once he couldn’t see you, James returned back to the changing room. He ran a hand through his hair. 

Marlene grabbed his shoulder as soon as he walked in.

“So when you come to your senses and ask her out?” she asked him.

He gave her a confused expression. “What d’ya mean?”

“That was the first time you didn’t yell ‘Not my girl’ when going to Y/N. So you’ve stopped harassing Lily and asked out the right one, right? When’d you do it?”

James shook his head with a small smile on his face. “Not my girl,” he whispered before pulling away from Marlene to grab his broom. 

He needed to give his pre-game speech to the team. He shook his head again. You weren’t his girl. You didn’t want to be, right? He would be lying if he hadn’t thought about you from time to time. No, you were his best friend. You were closer to him than Peter, than Remus, than Sirius. So he stopped himself from even entertaining the idea. You were his girl friend, not his girlfriend. 

James gave his speech, just like he planned to. The team was hyped. They thrived on the energy from the stands when they exited their locker room. The cheers from the crowds were almost deafening. The team mounted their brooms and met the Slytherin team in the air. James let his focus waver for a moment, flicking to where he knew you would be standing, cheering for him. 

Then the match started. James had laser focus, and you could tell that nothing was going to distract him. He was on his A-game. It was always mesmerizing to watch him in the zone. He was so nimble on a broom. He had such control over it, not even considering how easily he caught and threw the quaffle. You cheered and yelled yourself hoarse as James scored goal after goal. 

When Gryffindor’s seeker caught the snitch, you joined every Gryffindor as they stormed the pitch. There were so many people pushing and shoving. You were afraid you wouldn’t be able to make it to James where he stood at the center of it all. 

Then you heard your name being yelled. It was louder than the cheers. You looked around, trying to find the source. Then you saw him. James. He was pushing through everyone to get to you. He took the pats on his back and the ruffling of his hair in stride, but he wasn’t going to let anything stop him from getting to you. 

You let yourself get pulled into a sweaty hug.

“You won!” you yelled in order for him to hear you.

“Just for you,” he replied, just as loudly. 

Although James pulled out the hug, he still held onto you. His arm remained draped over your shoulder as he maneuvered through the people congratulating him. You passed by Lily and Marlene and James didn’t even pause long enough to say anything, just flashing them a smile and moving on. Lily looked at you more than James and she gave you a wide grin, like she knew something that you didn’t. You didn’t linger on it though. You were just with your best friend.

He kept you glued to his side until you got to the Gryffindor Common Room.

“I’ll be right back, love. Going to shower,” he said, giving you one last sweaty hug before disappearing up the stairs. 

You looked around the common room, looking for someone you knew better than a name. It didn’t take long for the rest of the Marauders to return, carrying a crate of butterbeer and firewhiskey. 

“Oi! Where’d our Captain go?” Sirius called to you when he spotted you leaning against the wall near the stairs.

You jerked your head toward said stairs. “Showering.”

Sirius nodded and continued to help Remus and Peter set up for the party. You just watched. You didn’t see Lily, Marlene or Mary around so it was just you. Soon enough though, James returned and you had to take a second look. It was a casual outfit, but it was fashionable. Not only that, but he looked good. He looked like he made an effort. 

“Wow, Prongs, trying to impress Evans?” Sirius asked when he saw him.

James gave you a fleeting glance before saying, “Something like that.” 

Of course, he was trying to look good for Lily. You knew that you were just his friend. You knew this and you accepted it. At least you told yourself that you did. That didn’t keep you from his side while everyone finished setting up for the party. In your defense, you were standing just as close to Sirius, Remus and Peter. As a group, they didn’t know what personal space was. 

“There she is,” Peter said when Lily came down from the girls’ dorms with Marlene and Mary. 

Your stomach churned briefly, although you opted to ignore it. James looked toward the stairs, but it was only for a moment. Then all of his attention was back on the conversation the group was having. 

“Need another drink?” he asked you, dropping his head so he was speaking into your ear. 

You could his breath hot on your skin. You swirled the little bit of butterbeer foam that sat at the bottom of your cup.

“Yeah, sure,” you said, handing it to him.

He smiled and got up. You hated how you immediately felt cold without his presence next to you. You looked around the room and sawa that Lily was at the opposite end of the room. She was as far away from the drink table as she could be. So he was just being nice. Yup, that’s all it was. Your best friend being a friend. 

When he came back, James offered you a hand, rather than your cup.

“Can we talk?” he asked.

Everyone in your small group stopped talking and at looked at James. 

“Erm, yeah.”

You took his hand and stood up. You could feel everyone’s eyes on you as James led you upstairs to his dorm. It wasn’t too odd, in your opinion. You’d been in his dorm before and it currently offered privacy that wasn’t available while a party was occupying the common room.

“What’s up, Potter?” you asked after the door closed behind you. 

“I’ve been an idiot,” he stated after he set the drinks down. 

You crossed your arms and leaned back against one of the posts at the end of his bed. 

“Sad to report that’s not new news.” 

He laughed and stood in front of you, less than a broom’s length away. 

“I like you.”

“Um, we’re friends. I’d really hope you like me.”

“No, um, not quite like that,” he said, taking an uncertain step toward you. “You know I’ve liked Evans.” 

“I think all of Hogwarts knows you like Lily,” you replied dryly. 

“That’s where I’ve been wrong. Been an idiot. A real, dense idiot.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “You dragged me away from a party, your party, to tell me that you’ve moved on? So who is it then? Marlene? Mary? Emmeline? Lucinda?” 

James took another step toward you. He reached out and tucked some of your hair behind your ear. Your breath hitched at the unexpectedly affectionate contact. You met his gaze to find even more expected affection. You can’t remember a time when James has looked at you with such softness. 

“You,” he breathed before gently pressing his lips to yours. 

You didn’t respond right away, frozen beneath him. Then, as his lips lingered on yours, you kissed him back. You felt James’ hands move to grip your hips. You gasped as he squeezed them. You pulled backwards, feeling breathless. 

“Me?” you asked as James rested his forehead against yours. 

“Merlin, you’ve been in front of me this whole time. How did I miss you?”

“What about Lily?” you asked meekly. You hated yourself for asking it as soon as the words left your mouth.

“A distraction, I guess. But, being around her, I’ve never felt like I do when I’m with you. And you… You get me. And I get you. Fuck, you’ve been my girl before I even considered it.”

“I’m your girl?” you breathed, each word dripping with confusion. 

“If you want to be,” he said softly before adding more confidence to voice. “I mean, I did win the game for you.”

You laughed and pressed your lips to his again. This kiss was brief and much softer than your first. 

“Every game you’ve won has been for me,” you teased, which was true being that you asked him to every time you wished him luck. 

You and James didn’t return to the party. Instead, you spent the night talking, snuggling and sipping the drinks James had grabbed before bringing you to his dorm. It was just like being best friends, except now you kissed him from time to time.